Ten days later, the top of the cloudy mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info paint was pressed together, and the place was full of people. It blends in with the night, and it's all so dark without a trace of light. From a distance, it looks like an ant, which makes people shiver when they see it.

Leng Yan'er stood there arrogantly as a fairy in white, looking down condescendingly at the people of the Eight Great Sects, her thin angular lips hooked up a light smile: "Today is the time for you to make amends for the vicious sins you have committed, and from now on, there will be no Ten Great Sects in the world." ”

Bai Hao had murderous intent in his eyes, he didn't expect that what his sect had trained was actually a traitor who everyone in the entire Void Realm spurned: "Leng Yan'er, you betrayed your master and betrayed the entire Void Realm, and today you will be punished for the crimes you committed." ”

"Bai Hao, you don't have to be ashamed to talk about it here, I think you are a decent person. What is the difference between burning, killing and plundering and those demon people? On the contrary, you are not as good as them, you are a demon in the skin of goodness. Leng Yan'er frowned slightly, and when she thought of what they had done, she was moved by her and felt very disgusted.

Just as a few people were talking, a white figure slowly landed in the air. The man was dressed in white and spotless, and three thousand magic danced in the wind without the slightest mess. The man's beautiful eyes looked at Leng Yan'er opposite him with an unconcealable disappointment.

Leng Yan'er sighed silently in her heart, she didn't expect this decisive battle to really come: "You are here." “

"I'm here today to deal with you as a traitor with my own hands, and I said at the beginning that if you do something sorry for Bai Zemen, I will personally solve you as a traitor." Looking at Leng Yan'er, who still shouldn't be in the past, Qu Xiaoduo wants to return to the friendly situation in the past, but unfortunately now things are wrong, and everything can't go back.

"In that case, I won't say anything more, and let's see which of us can survive to the end today!" Leng Yan'er's eyes closed slightly, as if she was calming down the anxiety in her heart, and when she opened it again, her eyes were clear, and all emotions seemed to have never appeared.

Leng Yan'er waved her little hand, and a crystal clear scene came out of thin air. With the advent of the Sword of Relief, war is on the verge of breaking out.

Heart-rending wails echoed across the sky, where no one was spared death. The ground was crisscrossed with corpses, rivers of blood flowed backwards, and some of the thick acts were disgusting. It was raining heavily in the originally clear sky, and the dead were grieving.

The war lasted seven days and nights, and the rain in the sky never stopped. The gloomy and dead air made it difficult to breathe, and there were only a few people left in the originally black and oppressive crowd at this moment.

Leng Yan'er was covered in blood, and her body was covered with bloody marks. At this moment, she stood there proudly, without the slightest embarrassment.

Mo Yuxiao looked at the injured Leng Yan'er with some distress, and put his big hand on his shoulder, and a stream of spiritual power was continuously transported.

Leng Yan'er shook her head, this = angular thin lips hooked up a shallow smile: "Yu Xiao, don't give me any more spiritual power, there will be a hard battle next, don't save your physical strength, you know?" “

Mo Yuxiao nodded, and when he felt that he had almost entered, he withdrew his big hand. However, Leng Yan'er's physical injuries are gradually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qu Xiao looked at Leng Yan'er, who was covered in blood, and shook his head helplessly: "Now there are not many people left of us, today is the decisive battle between you and me, master and apprentice, let's start!" “

"Okay, since the fate of master and apprentice between us has ended, let's start breaking it off now!" Saying that, Leng Yan'er raised the relief in her hand and attacked towards Qu Xiao's place, without the slightest hesitation.

Qu Xiao waved his hands, and a long sword appeared in the air, and the war was about to break out.

The speed of the two of them was so fast that it was difficult to see the moves, Mo Yuxiao frowned slightly, and his beautiful phoenix eyes stared at Leng Yan'er's battle.

"Demon Venerable, do you think Yan'er will win this battle?" Mo Wuxian covered his chest with his big hands, obviously the injury was not light.

"It's up to her to win this fight." After leaving these words, Mo Yuxiao's figure quickly dodged. Everywhere the figure went, blood splattered.

It didn't take long for the few people who had been left behind to disappear. They all fell to the ground, and there was no life again.

"Demons"

The sleeping Mo Ji on the bed was covered with beads of sweat on his forehead at the moment, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had a nightmare.

With a cry of "ah", Mo Ji woke up from his dream slowly.

After hearing the voice, Bai Zhu hurried over, looked at Mo Ji, who was soaked with sweat, and asked with some distress: "What kind of nightmare did Ji'er have?" ”

Mo Ji threw himself into Bai Zhu's arms, his voice trembled a little, obviously he was frightened in the dream: "I dreamed that my mother was looking at me covered in blood, aunt, you said that my mother will be fine!" ”

"Your mother's cultivation is so high, how can anyone hurt her! Ji'er is good, dreams are all reversed, your mother will be fine. Bai Zhu patted Mo Ji's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Mo Ji nodded his head, and his hanging heart did not let go after all. He got up and ran out the door, as if he had thought of something so important.

Looking at Mo Ji who ran out in a hurry, Bai Zhu couldn't help but be a little worried, and he also threw himself out. In the empty hall, Mo Ji's small figure stood there alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Bai Zhu hurriedly ran to Mo Ji's side, took him into his arms, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you, Ji'er, don't scare your aunt, okay?" ”

"Auntie, did you say that my mother will come back?" Mo Ji looked at the throne above the main hall with blank eyes, and muttered in despair.

Bai Zhu stroked Mo Jie's hair, looking at this poor child, his heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle: "Ji'er is so good, how could your mother abandon you!" ”

"Really?" Mo Ji looked at Bai Zhu in disbelief, still a little uneasy in his heart.

Bai Zhu nodded his head, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and said kindly: "Of course it's true, Ji'er don't think nonsense anymore, Yan'er will come back after taking care of her own affairs." ”

"Ji'er believes in her aunt, and her mother will definitely not leave Ji'er." Mo Ji repeated this sentence to himself, as if this was the only way to feel at ease.

"Mother, what are you doing?" Mo Ting ran in front of the two of them, looked at the two people hugging each other and asked puzzledly. “

Mo Ji broke free from Bai Zhu's embrace, regained his previous cold arrogance, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll go back and rest first." With that, Mo Ji returned the same way he came.

Mo Xiaoshou scratched the back of his head and was very puzzled, why did he leave as soon as he came to Mo Ji, did he hate himself so much?

Bai Zhu said with a smile: "Ting'er, can my mother take you back to rest?" ”