"Look, the light is lit up on the [Termination of Gods]!"

"What does this mean?"

Li Weiran wrapped his hands around his chest, and smiled with a slouching face and said, "What else can it represent? It naturally represents the [Tenkong of the Gods] soon to be completed, and Luo Yunxiao is dead."

"Li Weiran, you can still laugh at this time!"

Li Weiran said slowly, "What can I laugh at? Anyway, Mo Qingshan is my ancestor. At worst, I will surrender to him and go to the world together. Haha, don't stare at me? Don't you see that if you don't have to wait for the [Tenk of the Gods] to be written, Luo Yunxiao will no longer be able to do it?"

Everyone was going to scold again, but when he said this, he quickly looked up and his breathing was almost stopped.

I saw the two men fighting into a group and hiding in the wind and sand finally separated.

Luo Yunxiao flew backwards very far and hit the protective cover.

His figure soon stood firm in the quicksand.

The yellow sand curled around him, blowing his long hair, but it couldn't get any stain on his face.

However, Luo Yunxiao's face was also scary, and even her lips seemed to have lost their blood.

On the top of Mo Qingshan, [The Order of the Gods] emits a dazzling light.

This battle has obviously ended.

A desperate ending.

...

In the forbidden area.

Mo Qingshan slowly landed in front of Luo Yunxiao, and a shallow curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His expression and eyes at this moment were obviously much more humane than when he was in the hut before.

"Since I decided to "The Killing of the Red Dust", I never thought that another person in this world could be completely integrated with the half soul of the world."

"I never thought that there was someone who could combine the power of [Mingyin Holy Flame] with [Demon of Destruction of the World] so thoroughly."

Mo Qingshan sighed softly and said, "Luo Yunxiao, for your talent and Xiuwen, I can not kill you. But you must obey my orders and use it for my own purposes."

Luo Yunxiao looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Mo Qingshan continued: "When I kill that little god music master and take another half of the world-destroying soul in her body, try to merge the two world-destroying souls and help me pass the [Gate of the Sky] smoothly, how can I allow you to follow me alive?"

Luo Yunxiao said lightly: "Do you know that the little god musician you mentioned is my junior nephew?"

"Of course I know." Mo Qingshan said indifferently, "It's just a mere nephew. How many people in this world can be betrayed and abandoned by brothers, relatives, lovers, and flesh. What's the nephew? And the [Gate of Sky] can pass through safely, must not exceed three people. I'm very kind to bring you with me. As long as you stay here, you will eventually die in the [Dao of Heaven]. If you kill yourself, what's the difference between them being bitten to death by high-level ghouls? Perhaps it's easier to get rid of it."

Luo Yunxiao lowered his eyes slightly, his voice so cold that it seemed as if ice slags could fall off. "If you want to move anyone in Xiaoyao Sect, you will step over my body."

Hearing this answer, Mo Qingshan was not disappointed or angry.

He just shook his head indifferently and said in a low and cold voice: "Since that's the case, I can only say sorry to Xiuwen. I killed him with my own hands, but now I want to kill his only bloodline with my own hands."
Chapter completed!