At that moment, he seemed to understand everything, but he seemed to have fallen into a deeper quagmire. He held the piece of letter tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid that the girl he finally held in his hand would be taken away again by the evil devil with a grin on his face. He ran as fast as he could, even the wind was helplessly left behind. Who is there among the clouds? The wind and clouds are changing endlessly, and the god of fate is sighing slightly.
Qionghua Mountain, Marrow Washing Pool.
This sacred place that countless people in the martial arts world yearn for and become obsessed with has been made filthy by the hands of the saint they worship. When he arrived, everything was bright red, shocking! The blood all over the place spread endlessly like clever poisonous snakes, seeming to be taunting him harshly and viciously! It was like curses rising from the heart, slowly invading every meridian in his body. "Yu'er!" He shouted hysterically.
Climb up the countless stairs to the Holy Spirit Platform. On the platform made of white jade, she remained motionless, her body trembling weakly, like a dying fish lingering on the beach. What is it? Support her in retaining the last bit of immortality? The blood of the woman, who had long been disfigured beyond recognition by the blood, merged with the blood gushing from her body to form red streams, gurgling and dripping endlessly.