"How is it impossible? Huang Jue, this is what you said, it's okay!" Baihu picked up Huang Jue and punched him hard in the face.

Huang Jue didn't dare to move and let Baihu beat him. Zhuque's eyes were red and the sinister and fierce aura around him showed how angry he was now!

"I didn't expect that either." Huang Jue said this after a long time.

Baihu punched Huang Jue again, hitting him hard on the shoulder, "Because you didn't expect that the master is already dead!"

Zhuque finally couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't hit Huangjue, but jumped directly to hit Qinglong's body.

“Brother, it’s all because of you that the master died. It’s all because of you!” Zhuque was furious. His master was dead. His master was the Feather Goddess, not an ordinary master, no!!!

The master died just like that, but the eldest brother of the so-called four divine beasts was actually indifferent and even sealed the illusion to prevent them from entering.

Qinglong was hit by Zhuque and fell to the ground from the solitary peak in an instant. With a loud bang, the solitary peak collapsed and rubble and boulders slid down the mountain.

Qinglong didn't care about the danger posed by those stones at all. He was already dying and was about to pass away.

After seeing Qinglong like this, Huang Jue immediately stopped Zhuque and prevented him from dealing with Qinglong.

Zhuque and the others didn't listen at all. The three of them had an argument and started fighting again. This time, they didn't take their own lives seriously at all! ...

And Lan Qingze in Wu Zong, who was competing with others, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma. Elder Feng was shocked. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Lan Qingze's body, so how could he suddenly vomit blood?

The most frightening thing was the opponent. He stared blankly at the unconscious Lan Qingze and murmured, "I haven't made a move yet. What's going on?"

It is said that mother and daughter are connected by heart. Leng Ruobing, who was not sure where she was, felt a palpitation in her heart, trembling all over, and sweating profusely. She hugged herself, tears streaming from her eyes, "My mother's daughter..."

Mo Yao, who was practicing in a dark room in the Demon Sound Sect, felt a mouthful of blood gushing out of his throat at the moment Lan Qingyu was engulfed in the raging fire.

His heart was aching without any preparation, as if it was being scraped and stabbed by needles. The heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body and mind without any warning. He lay on the ground in agony, his big hands tightly covering his heart.

"Little Feather, something happened to you, didn't it? Something happened to you in the illusion, didn't it? Little Feather, you can't leave me, don't leave me, forever..."

It’s a pity that Lan Qingyu didn’t know Mo Yao’s call, and it’s a pity that Lan Qingyu didn’t know everyone’s call and pain.

But Lan Qingyu was not dead at this time. She still had her last breath, but her body was gone.

The moment the lava rose from under the bridge, Lan Qingyu's body had turned into charcoal, leaving nothing behind.

Because of Lan Qingyu's unwillingness, her soul had been in the flames all the time, and fell into the lava as the bridge broke.

All that was left was the soul floating in the flames, letting it burn her. She painfully endured the torment that could have killed a person completely.

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