“Duanmu Rongzheng is dead?” Mo Yan stood there in a daze and muttered to himself.
Su Qingmo didn’t come back to his senses either. Is Duanmu Rongzheng dead? Duanmu Rongzheng, who caused her to this point, died like this?
The sky fell, the sun shone, the darkness disappeared, and the dark clouds drifted away.
The two people with the highest cultivation level in the Goddess Valley were both dead. Tu Li was killed by Duanmu Rongzheng, but Duanmu Rongzheng was blown to death by fire?
Not only Su Qingmo and Mo Yan, everyone stood there in a daze, unable to come back to their senses.
There was too much news today. First, Su Ruo appeared, and then he took the water from the sky spring. The evil deeds of Duanmu Rongzheng and Fairy Tuli were exposed. The demons appeared. Duanmu Rongzheng was angry and wanted to kill them. Now both of them were dead. This…
Everyone looked at each other, and they didn’t know what to say.
The people from Tiandao Sect and Tianlei Sect are the most dumbfounded.
The sect leader is gone, and the first one in the inner decisive state cannot be realized, and the water of the sky spring cannot be seen!
Quiet.
The scene was unusually quiet.
The entire Goddess Valley fell into a dead silence.
It was Qinghong who picked up the long sword and put it on his neck to commit suicide, which made everyone gradually come back to their senses: “The success and the king will defeat the enemy. I didn’t expect that God will give you another chance. It’s better, it’s time and fate. God is destined not to stand on my side. I hope that in the next life, I will not meet you!”
“Aunt Qinghong!” Su Qinghong flew over.
But, it’s too late.
Qinghong slashed his neck neatly, and blood splashed out. At the same time, the spiritual power in the dantian was constantly dissipating.
Su Qingmo half-kneeled on the ground, holding Qinghong’s head that was constantly squirting blood, with complicated eyes: “You, why are you doing this!”
Qinghong’s mouth was full of blood, but a relieved smile on her face: “It’s great to start over.”
Looking at her smile when she closed her eyes, Su Qingmo sighed, her heart was complicated and indescribable.
Dongfang Qianmo went to the place where Duanmu Rongzheng died, looked at his fragmented corpse scattered around, and suddenly said, “Duanmu Rongzheng is not dead!”
“What?” Mo Yan flew over and said, “What did you say?”
Dongfang Qianmo picked up a fragment: “The golden cicada escaped, and only Duanmu Rongzheng’s clone died. He must have escaped!”
“How is that possible!” Mo Yan kept sniffing, but couldn’t smell any of Duanmu Rongzheng’s smells, and he collapsed a little: “It’s really let him escape, no! I’m going to take revenge on him!”
“Come back!” Su Qingmo called Mo Yan: “You know he’s goingWhere is it? Do you know where there are traps waiting for you? “
“But he was seriously injured and he would definitely not be able to escape! “The demon nightmare said and was about to rush over, but was stopped by the monks from the fairy world. “Ha! As a demon clan, he dares to come to our immortal clan to act wildly. Do you really think that there is no one in our immortal world? “The people of Tianlei Sect stood in front of the demon nightmare.
“Get out! I don’t have time to talk nonsense to you! “The demon night said, and flew out.