Purple Qi Donglai

Qing Cang glared at the people by the Ruoshui River, and saw Ye Hua at a glance, that face was too similar to Mo Yuan.

"Aren't you Mo Yuan?" Qing Cang looked at Ye Hua and said.

"Prince Yehua"

Qing Cang snorted coldly, "Whether it's Mo Yuan or anyone else, today I must avenge that Eastern Emperor Bell, and I want your heavenly clan to be buried with me."

Ye Hua glanced at Bai Qian, that glance was full of reluctance and nostalgia.

"Dijun, help me take care of Qianqian, don't let her mess around, Ye Hua thanked Dijun here." After Ye Hua cupped his hands and bowed to Donghua, he flew towards Qingcang.

In an instant, countless thunderbolts struck alternately above the sky, and the sky was gradually dyed from red to dark black.

All of a sudden it rained

Ye Hua's left hand transformed into a mysterious ice sword, and stabbed towards Qing Cang. Thunder and lightning enveloped the two of them. In the black clouds, Qing Cang's Fang Tian painted halberd moves revealed fierceness and ferocity, but the moves were too anxious. Hua Teng turned into a dragon body in the sky, and the black dragon roared in the clouds, and its eyes showed fierceness.

Fang Tian's painted halberd in Qing Cang's hand also turned into a black magic eagle. The eyes of the magic eagle were like a knife, staring at the black dragon, flapping its wings and attacking the black dragon. There were bloodstains, which dissolved in the rain.

In the black clouds, the silhouettes of the black dragon and the magic eagle loomed, up and down, and thunder was everywhere.

The black dragon let out a long howl, and the flames in its mouth spewed towards the magic eagle. The magic eagle couldn't dodge for a while, but under the attack of the flames, it turned into a ball of black air and fell down with a whimper.

When it was in Qing Cang's hands, Fang Tian's painted halberd had two cracks.

Qing Cang looked at the black dragon and laughed loudly, "My lord's life has already been linked with the Eastern Emperor Bell, even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me, hahahahahahaha

Yan Ba ​​turned into a ray of red light and flew towards the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the red lotus fire in the sky was also sucked away by the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The dazzling red light enveloped the entire land, and the Ruoshui River at this time looked like the purgatory of the underworld.

The huge gears opened and made harsh sounds, and in the center of the Eastern Emperor Bell, there was a black skull demon with his mouth open and smiling, as if he wanted to devour everyone.

Ye Hua circled his body and flew down, and then turned into a fairy body.

Looking towards Bai Qian's direction in the air, tears flashed in his eyes, his words "Wait for me Qianqian"

After all, he didn't say anything, and it melted into his heart and turned into a black light and flew towards the center of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

At that moment, the red light also disappeared, all the black air and red lotus karmic fire melted into the Eastern Emperor Bell, the red clouds in the sky also gradually disappeared, and the yellow warm light was reflected along a small opening in the sky.

Silky yellow immortal souls floated down from the sky,

spilled on the ground.

Ye Hua's celestial body floated above the sky, with blood all over her body and several glaring bloodstains.

Bai Qian didn't care about other people's obstruction, she immediately flew towards Ye Hua, hugged Ye Hua's fairy body, and put her hands on that handsome face, Ye Hua never opened her eyes again, just closed them tightly , There is no breath in the nose.

The tears in Bai Qian's eyes have long been uncontrollable, and the tears are like raindrops.

"Yehua" Bai Qian's mournful cry echoed by the Ruoshui River, at this moment she was more like a wife holding her dead husband, her crying and screaming made people feel very distressed.

Looking at the scene above the sky, Feng Jiu felt a little heartbroken, but also a little helpless, and took steps to comfort her aunt.

But being stopped by the emperor, Donghua shook his head, signaling her not to go forward at this moment.

Fengjiu looked at Donghua's figure, tears flowed out of her eyes, she hugged Donghua heavily regardless of other people's eyes, buried her head in his arms and cried in pain, Donghua's sobs made Donghua cry. With a trembling heart, Donghua comforted her softly, and at the same time, some sadness welled up in his heart.There was a layer of mist in the eyes, containing nostalgia and helplessness.

"Dijun, Feng Jiu won't mess around anymore, I just ask Dijun not to leave Feng Jiu, okay?" Feng Jiu's voice at the moment is a little childlike and sincere, she regards him as her life, and she doesn't want him to leave her .

When Donghua heard this, his heart trembled, and the expression on his face became a little stiff.

He hugged Feng Jiu slightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, his little fox would leave him. In Donghua's eyes, the word death was nothing, even fearless, because he had lived too much in this life. It was long and dull. He used to be vigorous, enjoyed the joy of victory, experienced the taste of a hundred years of loneliness, and inadvertently realized the word love, and fell in love with the love of his life. .

Smelling the fragrance of Feng Jiu's hair in his nose, he felt uncontrollable sadness for a moment, he was greedy for the fragrance of her hair, and she was greedy for his embrace, even if it was just a moment of tenderness.

Donghua looked at her softly.

"Okay." Donghua's tone became gentle, and he leaned his head against Feng Jiu's hair, letting her nestle in the crescent of his neck.

The tenderness for a moment made Feng Jiu a little dazed

"Jiu'er forgive me." The tears in Donghua's eyes turned into two scorching teardrops and dripped down, onto Feng Jiu's face, and onto Donghua's heart.