When a person is about to die, the emperor can change death into life with just a wave of his hand. However, facing a candle in the wind who is also an emperor, Su Qingqiu's power of the Great Dao that used to intimidate the world is completely useless.
"No! No way! Jiang Zhige, I won't let you die!"
"I know you can still hear me, come back soon!"
"We agreed to meet again in that sea of flowers in March. How could you break your promise?!"
Su Qingqiu burst into tears and shouted at the top of her lungs.
She didn't believe that she would lose Jiang Zhige, and was still trying desperately to recover the dissipated original power of the Great Dao, but these actions were just like picking flowers in the mirror and catching the moon in the water.
Everyone in the hall also reacted and rushed over to try to save Jiang Zhige.
Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan were the first to rush forward, but their meager strength was insignificant, and they couldn't even grasp the dissipating power of the origin of the avenue.
"Brother! Please! Please! Rou'er still has a lot to say to you!"
Nangong Rou's mind went blank and her voice became hoarse from crying.
At this moment, she no longer asked for forgiveness, nor did she ask to be Jiang Zhige's woman. She only asked that Jiang Zhige could still be alive.
"Master!! I can never repay your kindness in raising me and supporting me for more than ten years. At least let me say sorry to you!"
Mo Ziyan was crying like a cuckoo crying blood, and her legs didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.
Scenes from the past emerged in my mind. His smile and his anger were so precious.
Amid the wailing of the three women, Jiang Zhige's body completely disintegrated into the origin of the Great Dao and returned to the heaven and earth.
"Feel sorry."
"Xiaoxiao, I may not be able to go to that sea of flowers with you again."
At this moment, Jiang Zhige's voice suddenly sounded in the hall.
The three women looked up and seemed to still vaguely see Jiang Zhige's face.
"Rou'er, Ziyan, don't be sad, I have never blamed you"
"Because of your existence, my world is so beautiful. You have always been my pride."
"I, Jiang Zhige, have no regrets in my life for meeting you all"
The people have left and the flowers have withered, and there is no telling when the flowers will fade and people will leave.
When the voice faded away, there was no trace of Jiang Zhige in the hall anymore.
Although there were hundreds of strong men standing around, the three women felt extremely empty.
Jiang Zhige sighed inwardly, even though it was a fake death, to the three women, it was no different from him being dead, so he might as well leave a good impression before leaving.
Mo Ziyan and Nangong Rou knelt in front of Jiang Zhige, both with their heads down crying. There was no trace of the ten beauties in heaven anymore, but two miserable women who had lost their loved ones.
"Jiang Zhi. Ge."
Su Qingqiu's face was pale and her clothes were soaked with tears.
She covered her chest which was in great pain and couldn't breathe for a long time. She actually vomited blood on the spot and fell to the ground unconscious.
Zhou Qi lowered his head and remained silent, and others thought he was mourning for Jiang Zhige.
Bai Wuji's face was gloomy. He flicked his sleeves and turned to leave the Zhengyang Temple.
No matter whether Jiang Zhige is good or evil, the hatred of the extermination of the family cannot be forgotten.
Instead, he hoped that Jiang Zhige had not died, so that he would have the opportunity to take revenge on Jiang Zhige in the future and make Jiang Zhige die in the most painful way.
Qu Yun had a dazed look on his face as he stared blankly at Nangong Rou and the other two girls.
Who was he at this moment? He didn't even have the qualifications to go over and cry with them.
Even if Jiang Zhige was dead, Qu Yun was still a joke, and the affairs of the three women had nothing to do with him anymore.
"Jiang Zhige"
After a long silence, Qu Yun suppressed the urge to cry, turned around and left the Zhengyang Temple.
Seeing the woman you love fall into the arms of another man would naturally make people angry and sad, but in this scene, any emotion Qu Yun had was just self-indulgent.
It turns out that he was the third party from the beginning. The so-called revenge for stealing love is simply laughable.
Like Bai Wuji, Qu Yun actually hoped that Jiang Zhige was not dead.
He was not thinking about taking the three women back, nor was he thinking about cutting Jiang Zhige into pieces.
But one day he would surpass Jiang Zhige and trample him under his feet in front of Nangong Rou and the other two girls.
On this day, all the people in the 100,000 miles of Xuancang Holy Land were in mourning.
White mourning flags were fluttering and cries were heard everywhere.
Everyone understood that from now on, there would no longer be such a great emperor to protect them.
Inside the Zhengyang Temple, hundreds of powerful men, with sorrowful expressions on their faces, knelt down in unison facing the direction where Jiang Zhige left.
"Farewell to the Demon Emperor!"
"Farewell to the Demon Emperor!"
"Farewell to the Demon Emperor!"
A cry of condolence resounded throughout the sky above the heavens.
Thousands of states in the four continents, hundreds of races and countries, and billions of lives all knelt down facing Saint Xuan Cang to see him off.
Although they are not Jiang Zhige's blood relatives, they are also living beings living in this world and can be called the people of Emperor Xuancang.
It was this great emperor who filled the gap in the formation with his own life in exchange for a hundred years of peace for them.
It was also this great emperor who dealt with the three Demon Emperors alone and never gave an explanation until his death. However, he was misunderstood by everyone in the world and was deserted by his friends and relatives.
In a trance, everyone could still see the frail figure of a little beggar huddled in the alley begging in the cold wind and snow.
You can also see the scene of a young boy laughing and chatting with his sister, and the thin back of a seriously injured young man who vows to protect his apprentice at all costs.
You can still hear the line: "The great immortals guard the gates of heaven, pacify the chaotic world, and suppress demons."
Inside the Zhengyang Temple, a woman with a zither in her arms and a veil covering her face came late.
"Junior brother, I never thought that the afterlife you talked about was just a lie."
Ning Qiu Shui's eyes were tearful and her voice was melancholy.
Just like a thousand years ago, the relationship between the two ended before it even began.
Ning Qiu Shui stood alone at the door of the palace and cried for a long time. Then she sighed and was about to turn around and leave.
Nangong Rou and the others were all Jiang Zhige's beloved ones, but she was just an old acquaintance from a thousand years ago and did not even have the qualifications to stay in the Zhengyang Temple to mourn for Jiang Zhige.
However, after Ning Qiu Shui wiped away her tears, she inadvertently discovered that there was a special person in the hall.
Others were either crying loudly or looking sad, but the man in black armor just lowered his head and remained silent, looking very guilty.
At this moment, listening to the heart-wrenching cries in the hall, Zhou Qi's heart was almost overwhelmed by guilt. How could he not feel guilty?
Several times he almost couldn't help wanting to tell Nangong Rou and the other two girls the truth, but after thinking about it, he realized that if he told the truth at this time, he would definitely be beaten to death on the spot.
Especially since the entire heaven had already knelt down to see Jiang Zhige off, even if Zhou Qi wanted to say something, how could he say it?
At this point, Zhou Qi could only pray that Jiang Zhige would never be discovered.
Ning Qiu Shui secretly had doubts. As she walked along the way, she also watched many memory scenes.
If I remember correctly, this man in black armor was Zhou Qi who betrayed Jiang Zhige.