The edges of the gravel were particularly sharp, especially the end facing Wu Qingchen's throat, which was as thick as a child's arm but as sharp as a cone.
If this stab had really hit him hard, even if the Golden Immortal was still alive, he would probably not be able to save Wu Qingchen's life.
But at this moment, the person he was protecting in his arms had a dazed expression, his eyes were fixed on the person with flying silver hair more than ten steps away, and he was completely unaware of the impending danger.
In just a glance, the sharp-pointed gravel had already reached Wu Qingchen's right neck, just a little bit away from piercing his neck.
At this time, the teleportation talisman has not been successfully activated.
Wu Qiongcang didn't bother to continue activating the teleportation talisman. He stopped immediately and was about to use his spiritual power to grind the gravel into powder.
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the piece of gravel before Wu Qiongcang could make any move.
The fierce wind stopped immediately.
Along with it came a strong and pungent smell of blood.
And the snow-white hair flying everywhere.
Wu Qiongcang frowned. He looked at Yelu Moran in some surprise and said in a lost voice, "You..." However, he didn't know what to say or what to say.
What do you want to ask Yelu Mo Ran?
But the other party has already told him what he is going to do through practical actions.
Yelu Moran didn't seem to intend to give him a chance to speak, and didn't even look at him.
If this kind of ignoring attitude happened under normal circumstances, given Wu Qiongcang's personality, he would definitely not let it go.
But this time he didn't.
He frowned and looked at Yelu Moran with a complicated expression. This was his enemy whom he had hated for a thousand years. He had imagined countless times that he would grind this man to dust. Even just now, he was trying his best to drag him into hell.
However, now, his enemy was standing before him, but the hatred that had been boiling in his chest for a thousand years suddenly cooled down.
It was not until the pressure around him began to surge again that Wu Qiongcang suddenly woke up and stared at Yelu Moyan warily.
However, Yelu Moran still didn't even glance at him, but just stared at the person in his arms without blinking.
It seemed like there were thousands of words to say, but in the end they all turned into two lines of clear tears.
Yelu Mo Ran turned his gaze away and stopped looking at Wu Qing Chen.
He crushed the piece of gravel that could have pierced Wu Qingchen's neck into powder, then let go and let the gravel powder flow out from between his fingers.
Like quicksand that cannot be grasped.
"From now on, all grudges between you and me are settled... Emperor Zhenwu, I have fulfilled my promise, and you can leave now."
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