Shen San, who was lying on the ground, smiled bitterly, and his vicissitudes of life showed a trace of self-mockery and sadness.

"Hero? What kind of hero am I?"

"I, I killed the disciples of the Ancient Alliance with my own hands... I am a sinner... I deserve to die... I should pay for the life of that female disciple named 'Zhang Yaxin'..."

Shen San could not forgive himself!

Just as Pan'er had said before, her vicious mind drove Shen San to kill Zhang Yaxin with her own hands with the blood madness Gu, and cut off Zhang Yaxin's left arm, and told Shen San everything after he regained consciousness.

This was a great blow to Shen San!

Therefore, after Shen San realized that he had been plotted by Pan'er, he had already held the idea of ​​dying together.

When Ye Wuque came, Shen San tied Pan'er with chains, just to wait for her to wake up and kill her in one fell swoop.

"Right and wrong in this world are not black and white."

Ye Wuque said softly.

"Senior, you faced Pan'er, the old monster, on your own, shouldered everything, and almost saved the entire Ancient Alliance."

"You are a hero, there is no doubt about that."

"Indeed, you killed Zhang Yaxin, but it was not your own will, but Pan'er's evil intention. It was not your fault."

Shen San's eyes were still dim.

Ye Wuque continued to speak: "Senior, in fact, I saved you not because I favor you. In fact, your outcome does not depend on me or you, but on the attitude of another person..."

Ye Wuque's words immediately made Shen San look over.

"Who?"

"Zhang Yaxin's father, the deacon of the Ancient Alliance Nine Veins and Mysterious Veins... Zhang Qinghe."

Ye Wuque said.

Shen San was stunned.

"Senior, you should take good care of your wounds and stay alive first. Later, I will tell Zhang Qinghe everything."

"Naturally, I will give the final decision to Zhang Qinghe."

"How?"

Shen San's eyes flickered, and his dark eyes were filled with struggle, but in the end he still sighed and nodded gently, saying, "Okay, if I can die in the hands of Zhang Yaxin's father, it is also the only way I can make amends."

Seeing that Shen San's death intention had been temporarily eliminated, Ye Wuque also nodded gently, and then he stood up and walked towards the direction where Wenren Chuixue was.

Seeing Ye Wuque coming, Wenren Chuixue immediately struggled to get up.

Although her injuries were not as serious as Shen San's, they were not light.

"Master Ye..."

But even so, Wenren Chuixue still forced herself to get up, and her eyes looking at Ye Wuque were full of gratitude and apology.

In front of Ye Wuque, she dared not be presumptuous again after returning to her original appearance.

The slender white palm gently pressed down on Wenren Chuxue's shoulder, preventing her from getting up. Ye Wuque slowly squatted down, and the holy fighting spirit was injected into Wenren Chuxue's body through his palm.

The vast and warm Yuanli poured into her body, and Wenren Chuxue's spirit was instantly lifted. She immediately closed her eyes and began to regulate her breath.

After three big cycles, Ye Wuque withdrew his palm, and Wenren Chuxue opened her eyes again. Her originally pale face had now regained a trace of blood color, and her ability to move had also been restored. The injuries in her body were forcibly curbed by Ye Wuque's powerful cultivation.

"Thank you, Lord Ye!"

Wenren Chuxue was about to salute Ye Wuque immediately.

Ye Wuque stopped her, and then flipped his right hand, and immediately took out a small jade bottle and gently placed it in Wenren Chuxue's hand.

"Your injuries have been curbed. With this bottle of healing pills, you can recover after a period of rest."

Wenren Chuxue held the small jade bottle tightly and nodded immediately.

Ye Wuque looked at Wenren Chuxue, and a hint of respect appeared in his eyes. He said, "Actually, I should apologize. I misunderstood you and insulted you before."

Wenren Chuxue was about to speak, but was stopped by Ye Wuque. He continued, "I endured humiliation and suffered every day, but I didn't become a demon because of love and harm others. I just wanted to avenge Fang Qingyang. I endured everything alone, and even devoted myself to Long Qianqiu."

"Compared to Pan'er, you are a great woman."

"It's not in vain that Fang Qingyang still missed you before his death and left you his last words."

When Ye Wuque said this, Wenren Chuxue's delicate body trembled violently!

"Master Ye! You, you mean Qingyang..."

Ye Wuque nodded gently, and then turned his right hand, and the ancient jade slip with the colorful auspicious cloud mark engraved on it from Fang Qingyang in the lower Dazhou, which recorded the last words of lower Qingyang, suddenly appeared in his hand.

Ye Wuque also put it in Wenren Chuxue's hand.

Wenren Chuxue's hands had already started to tremble. She tightly grasped the ancient jade slip. As soon as she touched it, she knew that it was a jade slip that recorded the voice of the soul. What was recorded in it must be Fang Qingyang's last words.

Tears fell from Wenren Chuxue's eyes like pearls that had broken off a string. She hugged the jade slip tightly in her arms.

Seeing Wenren Chuxue at this moment, Ye Wuque sighed softly in his heart, and then slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

"Master Ye, wait..."

But at this moment, Wenren Chuxue stopped Ye Wuque with a hint of sobs.

Ye Wuque looked back.

Wenren Chuxue was hugging Fang Qingyang's relics tightly at this moment. Although her pretty face was covered with tears, she showed an unprecedented smile to Ye Wuque and said, "Master Ye, my name is not Wenren Chuxue, my real name is Wenren Chuxue."

"Snowing snow."

"Thank you...Master Ye!! "

Wenren Chuxue, no, it should be Wenren Chuxue, also stood up at this moment, bowed deeply to Ye Wuque, lowered her head and smiled like a flower, like a hundred flowers blooming, hugging Fang Qingyang's relics tightly, as if embracing a warm sun.

Ye Wuque nodded gently, and then smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you to take care of Senior Shen San for a while, Wenren Chuxue..."

Then, Ye Wuque's figure disappeared from the spot.

Wenren Chuxue nodded deeply, and then immediately ran to Shen San.

When Ye Wuque reappeared, he had come to Dikun again.

He flashed and came to the cliff at the end of Dikun. After taking a step, he directly entered the forbidden inheritance land.

With Ye Wuque's current strength, there was no place in the ancient alliance that could stop him.

In the end, Ye Wuque walked to the end of the inheritance land and stopped in front of the ancient wall.

As for why he came here?

Because the place mentioned by the remnant soul of Sheng Haoxuan, including the place where Pan'er disappeared just now, was behind the ancient wall at the end of the Dikun inheritance land! That

is, the ancient wall that Ye Wuque finally gave up in order to avoid alerting the enemy when he found that the ancient wall was wrong.

At this moment, he stood in front of this ancient wall again.

Ao!

The ancient dragon roar resounded, and the big dragon halberd was taken out by him. This time, Ye Wuque did not hesitate at all and swept out with his right hand! The

big dragon halberd with supreme edge immediately cut the ancient wall!

Puff!

As if cutting tofu, the whole ancient wall was suddenly cut open by the dragon halberd, and the broken stones exploded and collapsed instantly.

Behind the ancient wall, there really appeared an ancient and mottled passage.

Ye Wuque stepped in slowly, and after walking to the end of the passage, his eyes suddenly opened up!

He saw a huge square that was even older and wider in front of him!

And the next moment, Ye Wuque's eyes were slightly startled.

Because at this time, the distant front of his sight was a dark blur, as if it was covered by countless black smoke, temporarily covering everything, as if it was an endless dark space.

In the depths of the dark space, the black smoke surged, and there seemed to be some kind of ups and downs.

And in the far area to the left of the sight, there were ancient and dilapidated palaces. On the front palace, a winding palace eaves stretched out, like a flying hook, and some ancient patterns were engraved on it, which were very obscure and had a sense of vicissitudes of time.

And on the right side of the sight, closer to the front side of him, there was a... cliff!

Ye Wuque, who had seen all of this, finally felt a faint sigh in the depths of his bright eyes.

How familiar was this scene in front of him?

Wasn't it the scene he saw in the ancient bronze mirror?

After spending so much time, he finally found this place in reality, and let the scene he saw in the past shine into reality!

Stepping on the vicissitudes of life and simple stone slabs, Ye Wuque approached the huge square.

Tap tap tap...

The faint footsteps suddenly broke the eternal silence here, and it was very clear.

But at this moment!

The dark fear shrouded in endless black air at the end of the front suddenly began to surge violently, as if it was alarmed by Ye Wuque's arrival!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The next moment, the black smoke tore apart, and one after another black lacquer light group appeared, rushing towards Ye Wuque with endless murderous intent!