Bai Rongyu bit his lips tightly, and his handsome face was filled with sorrow, which made everyone who saw it feel sad.
Next to him, Luo Enen fell to the ground, as if all his energy and spirit were completely drained in an instant, and tears had already fallen on his cheeks.
"Senior Sister Gu!" All the disciples of the school knelt down and sobbed softly.
They were able to leave the holy tomb alive, all depended on Gu Fenghua, but when they left safely, she herself stayed in the holy tomb, and she would definitely die in that situation. How could they not be moved by it?
sad.
At this moment, everyone's heart seemed to be torn apart, leaving a wound that would never be healed.
Hua Mingyu was also in the crowd, looking at the disappearing teleportation door in a daze. Once upon a time, what he wanted to see most was Gu Fenghua's death in front of him. For this, he racked his brains and sweated and tried his best.
However, at this moment, the scene he wanted to see most appeared in front of him. He was not at all happy, only endless sadness and tears fell silently like a flood breaking through the dam.
All around, the main and historical schools of the hospitals were also red. Everything I saw before moved everyone. They all knew that if Gu Fenghua had not fought with all his might, all the disciples of the Academic Palace would have been
The entire army was wiped out.
A Taoist Academy will also decline from this, and it will be cultivated for tens of thousands of years to restore its vitality. After all, every time the Academy recruits genius elites from various sects. In order to find and cultivate these elites, each sect uses it.
With all their efforts, even if they open the palace and accept disciples again, they will not be able to find the same excellent disciples.
There was a long drizzle in the sky, so cold that it seemed as if even God could not bear to see this scene and shed tears of sadness.
Although the teleportation formation had been closed long ago and the teleportation gate had disappeared for a long time, no one left. They either knelt or stood, and stopped on the top of the lonely peak for a long time, allowing the rain to soak their clothes, forming a
An eternal picture...
Gu Fenghua didn't know what was happening outside, and her eyes were staring at the pounced towards her.
Although it was just a blood mist condensed, the beast shape was much weaker than the original. If it was in full swing, she might not have the power to fight. However, in order to cut off the demon soul fog, she had exhausted her holy energy.
Not able to compete with it.
However, Gu Fenghua would not be able to wait for death because of this. Her eyes were still so firm!
The tall beast shadow completely enveloped her, and the sharp beast claws passed by her eyes. Gu Fenghua could even clearly feel the coldness and murderous intent above, as well as the breath of death.
"Zheng..." Her fingers brushed past the strings again.
A wave-like light trace was scattered with the clear and high-pitched sound of the piano. It was like petrification, and it was a sudden pause, and then it couldn't help but retreat.
The water-like light pattern penetrated through it, and its figure became much more illusory.
However, as the last trembling sound of the piano dissipated, the only string "stretched" broke.
Gu Fenghua cried out in secretly, it would be a pity that if the Vermilion Bird's Little Yinqin was intact, even if he could not directly kill the original deity, he would undoubtedly break through the beast form condensed by the blood mist in front of him.
But unfortunately, the guqin was seriously damaged, and only one string was left. But she was in a hurry and had no time to repair it. Of course, the quality of this ruddy Bird Yiyin piano was too high. Even if she tried her best, it would take only a few days to do it.
It is impossible to repair it at all, so the strings were broken after just two sacrifices. Obviously, they could not be used anymore.