The demon king spread out his fan-like palm, and a blood-drenched human heart was lying in his palm.

The heart had obviously just been plucked out of the atrium, and it was still steaming, and it was beating non-stop.

He ...... What did he say, "My heart, is it no longer in my heart?"

Shui Ling'er looked at the palm of the demon king's hand in shock, and lowered her head to look, and sure enough, she saw that at some point, a big hole had been opened in her chest, and blood was gushing fiercely like a pillar.

He was so frightened that he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, and as soon as he pressed it, he realized that the hole was empty, and he could no longer feel that there was a heart beating in it.

Without a heart, his movements suddenly became sluggish, and he looked up in amazement and looked at the Son of Desolation again.

His bleeding heart was being held in his hands, and it was still beating without stopping, but it was getting weaker and weaker. Perhaps it was because of that faint beating that he was able to continue to barely hold on.

"My heart ...... There are no more...... was destroyed by this Son of Heaven...... I pulled it out......"

This thought floated through every corner of his mind like a ghostly fire, and his whole body fell limply, and at the same time, the edge of the Pointing Sky Light Sword gradually dimmed with the loss of his vitality, and finally disappeared from his hand completely.

After losing the Heavenly Sword, those lights and shadows quickly disappeared one by one like soap bubbles, and he was like a piece of catkins, carried by the wind, sliding down the Jiaoqiu Sword hanging high in the air, and he was about to fall to the ground and shatter his bones.

At the critical juncture, he said straight that this was the last moment of his life, and wanted to take another look at Jiluo Mountain, but suddenly saw a green figure, flashing not far away, blinking in front of him, stretching out a strong arm, catching him steadily, lowering it, and gently placing it on the ground.

He weakly opened his eyes to see the man who had saved him.

I saw the man, covered with a cyan hat, and a black bun came out of the hat.

He was dressed in a pale green gauze robe, with a moon-white belt tied around his waist, and above the silk silk was a small, crystal clear milky pearl, and a pair of delicately woven cyan grass shoes were pedaled on his feet.

This outfit was so familiar to him that he opened his mouth wide and could not confidently read: "Master...... Master...... It's the master......"

He wanted to shout loudly, but he no longer had the strength to breathe, only large tears slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes.

Zhu Yue delicately pushed up the hat that covered his face, and smiled indifferently at him, that smile, haunting his dreams, appeared in his dreams every night, making his whole body tremble, and his soul left his body, and he couldn't wait to pounce on him immediately, hugged the master tightly, and never let go.

"What Master Zeng said, the person we are waiting for, is it the master? The person who will help me practice the Yaohai Formula, could it be him? However, I am already dying, and I am already satisfied to see him again before I die......

He pondered sadly alone, but he listened to Zhuyue speak to him, and his voice was still as low and soft as before.

"Ling'er, you can use the forgetfulness trick to repel the demon soldiers, you did a great job. Your mission in this war has been completed, and the rest will be left to the master. Master will definitely help you get your heart back, and at the same time save Aunt Ximu, and help you start the cultivation of the sixth layer of Heavenly Zen!"

"What? Master...... Sure enough, you want to help me practice the six layers of Heavenly Meditation......? Isn't it going to die?"

He was confused, but Zhuyue had already flown up from his side, standing on the bamboo sword in mid-air, and at the same time pointing at the heavenly sword, a dazzling cold light flashed under the gray and black clouds. (To be continued.) )