Dragon King relies on green tea

Sword Qi soared into the sky, breaking a gap in the haze.

The formation covering Danxue Mountain was cut to fragments by a single sword, and before the formation could heal, a few more sword qi slashed up.

The sword energy with the aura of the divine tree was so severed that the devil energy could no longer be gathered.

Wherever the branches of the hibiscus tree passed, the demonic energy and resentment dissipated.

The devoured Tingcheng and Danzhou reappeared in the world, but they were lifeless. There was no life in the two cities.

The long-lost sunlight fell on the land of Dancue Mountain through the gaps in the clouds, and the poinsettia, which was surrounded by black air, ignited a raging fire when it hit the sunlight.

The coquettish poinsettias all over the place turned into ashes one after another, scattered everywhere in the wind.

After some tossing, the entire Danxue Mountain was completely changed, only where the spiritual power of the sacred tree was covered, the vegetation was reborn.

That is where the new life lies.

Feng Yi died, and the formation that shrouded Danxue Mountain was also broken, and the souls bound by Feng Yi to sacrifice to the formation were also freed.

Countless innocent souls have been rescued by the spiritual power of the sacred tree, but their grievances will always stay in Danxue Mountain.

It was a great blessing for the wronged soul to be saved and to be able to go to reincarnation, but what Zisang Yanshu saw and heard was only the sound of wailing, and the unrecognizable creatures crying and shouting in front of him. He pulled, wanting to leave him together in the abyss.

"Why didn't you come and save us earlier?"

"Stay with us!"

"Murderer! You are also a murderer!"

Countless spirits of resentment were all entangled in front of Zisang Yanshu because of the evil spirit on him.

Zi Sang Yanshu knew very well in his heart that these grievances haunted him because of the evil spirit that had penetrated into his heart, as well as his own evil spirit.

The sun shines on the land of Danxue Mountain again, Feng Wei looks at the mess, and a crystal clear tear still can't help but drip from the eye socket.

Looking at the fallen members of the Feng clan, Feng Wei opened the Nirvana formation on Danxue Mountain.

For members of the Feng clan, if there is a trace of soul left after death, and there is still a corpse, they can be reborn after ashes and nirvana.

After setting up the clansman, Feng Wei walked up to Zisang Yanshu and saw that his whole body was covered with frost. Just as he was about to use his true energy to heal his wounds, he pushed him away, listening to his weak voice: "I'm fine, you go Look at Ache..."

Ye Junche spent a lot of energy to cut through the magic formation with a few swords.

However, no matter how much zhenqi he expended, the nilin in his heart kept sending him spiritual energy, and he knew that it was from Zisang Yanshu. The more zhenqi he consumed, the weaker Zisang Yanshu became.

After a while, Ye Junche supported his tired body and ran to Zisang Yanshu's side.

Seeing that Zisang Yan's face was pale and his body was covered with frost, he hugged him into his arms and whispered in his ear, "Yan Shu, the formation is broken, I'll take you away."

Out of the corner of his eye, Zi Sang Yanshu saw an illusory soul standing quietly among countless resentful spirits not far away. Zi Sang Yanshu's whole body was cold and stiff.

The illusory soul is Jing Lian who died in front of Zisang Yanshu, and the phantom is also his haggard appearance before death, just standing there quietly.

Even if he didn't move or say anything, Zisang Yanshu could clearly realize that when he died, he died right in front of his eyes.

What he saw was not the soul itself, but the resentment left by these creatures before they died, and those resentments would forever haunt the devilish energy that killed them.

That devilish energy is now in Zisang Yanshu's body, and only he can see the lingering resentment.

Either merge into one, or can only clear away the magic energy and completely suppress it.

He gently pushed Ye Junche away, and walked to the cold body lying under the boulder.

The body was covered with his white clothes, and Zisang Yanshu gently hugged the withered body together with the white clothes, and said in a low voice, "Jinghou, I'll take you back to the world..."

He was covered in frost, with large and small wounds all over his body, and it was difficult for him to even stand up. His ears were filled with the cries of resentful spirits, and it was almost impossible to distinguish those voices as illusions and those voices as real.

He carried Jing Lian's light body and walked on the messy Danxue Mountain.

When the two lost cities reappeared in the world, Ming Yu withdrew the enchantment of Huaizhou, and couldn't wait to go in the direction of Danxue Mountain.

When the barrier was removed, Ye Xingyue and Jing Qian knew that the danger outside had passed, and immediately led people towards Tingcheng.

He hurried to Tingcheng, only to see corpses all over the city.

They opened the door one by one, and all they saw were corpses that had been sucked dry, so dry that only skin and bones remained.

Even Jing Qian, who has been on the battlefield for many years, still couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine when he saw this scene.

Ting Yue, who has been practicing in Lingming Mountain, has never seen such a scene before, and immediately couldn't help but ran to the side and vomited.

It turns out that gods becoming demons are more terrifying than demons themselves.

When he found everyone again, the sky was thundering and heavy rain fell on the ground without warning.

The scene in front of him also reminded Fourteen of the scene 3000 years ago, and his face turned pale.

The heavy rain fell on him, without staining his clothes or hair at all, but his face was pale, his hands were trembling unconsciously, and his voice was also trembling, and he whispered: "It's my brother...he..."

Before Tingyue could hear what Fourteen was saying, he saw Zisang Yanshu, Ye Junche and Fengwei coming from a distance.

Zisang Yanshu hugged a man covered in white, the mottled bloodstains on his body showed how many injuries he had suffered.

Seeing them coming out of the dead silence, everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

The faces of the three of them were ashen ashes, even without a few words, some answers were already self-evident.

But as long as it doesn't come out of their mouths, there may be hope.

Jing Qian fixed his eyes on the person covered in white clothes in Zisang Yanshu's arms, his expression was tense, but he couldn't tell where the uneasiness came from.

In fact, I already had a premonition in my heart, but I didn't dare to admit it, and I didn't dare to think about it.

He watched the three of them walking towards them step by step. Every time he took a step closer, his heart beat faster until Zisang Yanshu's weak body staggered and fell to the ground, but his hands never relaxed. Always hold the white clothes and don't let go.

At that moment, Ming Yu clenched his hands tightly, and wanted to rush over, but moved his feet, but the next moment he stood there and watched them from afar.

Only Ye Xingyue rushed to him immediately, and asked with concern: "Mr. Zisang, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zisang Yanshu staring at Jing Qian who was stunned in place with guilt and grief in his eyes.

When meeting that gaze, Jing Qian could no longer comfort himself, maybe there was still hope, he already understood everything when he looked at the person covered in white.