Chapter 81: Hou Tu Becomes a Saint◇
◎Big brawl!◎
This scene shocked Di Jun. After a moment of shock, his mind quickly recovered. He propped himself up and stood up, holding high the River Map and Luo Shu, the symbol of power. His voice, mingled with magical power, spread to every corner of the battlefield:
"The Demon General died fighting for our demon clan. Avenge him!"
Fuxi had a good personality and was kind to others. In the Heavenly Court, no one had ever said anything bad about him except Di Jun who was afraid of him. Now that Fuxi had died heroically, the demons remembered all the good things Fuxi had done in the past and could not help but burst into tears, vowing to avenge the demon commander.
With their morale boosted, the demon tribe members became more and more courageous as they fought, and the originally unfavorable situation suddenly changed.
"Qiangliang——" Di Jiang called out in pain. Another of his brothers died tragically, and he was deeply shocked.
In particular, Qiang Liang's death was indirectly caused by him. If he had not wanted to kill Fuxi, Fuxi would not have been so desperate and dragged Qiang Liang to be buried with him.
The more Di Jiang thought about it, the sadder he became. The more he thought about it, the more he could not accept this result. It was clearly the demon clan that took the initiative to provoke, step by step making things difficult for their noble descendants of Pangu, but it was their brothers who died.
He looked at the battle situation and saw that the demons were like chickens with blood injected after Fuxi's death. They raised their swords and slashed, killing wizards one by one without any mercy. They were more murderous than the demon ancestor Luohou.
Those who died were all members of his Wu clan, who had grown up under his watch and were like his own children. Di Jiang was filled with grief and indignation. At that moment, he suddenly understood why Hou Tu insisted on asking him to negotiate peace with the demon clan.
But even if he understood it now, it was too late to regret.
No!
There is still a way!
A strange idea popped up in Dijiang's mind. Who said there is no medicine for regret in the world? He has many ways to do it!
Di Jiang suppressed the grief in his heart, gritted his teeth, made a complicated gesture with his hands, grabbed Zhu Jiuyin from the side, and knocked him unconscious with a palm before he could react.
Zhu Jiuyin fell softly into his arms. Although she fainted, her eyes did not close. Instead, they were wide open, staring at Dijiang without blinking.
Dijiang, a man taller than a mountain and more rugged than any man, had two lines of clear tears streaming down his face with angry eyes. The scene of such a tough man crying shocked the whole battle and everyone looked at him.
Di Jiang's tears fell like water. Looking at Zhu Jiuyin in his arms, a trace of pity appeared on his face, but then he became firm. He turned his head and stretched out his trembling hands towards Zhu Jiuyin's face.
Hou Tu was still in epiphany, not knowing what had happened. Xuan Ming, another girl among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was also very perceptive. She immediately understood Di Jiang's thoughts and cried out, "Brother—don't!"
The shrill sound hit people's eardrums and echoed on the bloody battlefield.
In the sky, Kong Shuang subconsciously covered his ears, looking at Di Jiang on the battlefield and the weak and pitiful Zhu Jiuyin in his arms, as well as Di Jiang's trembling hand that wanted to touch Zhu Jiuyin's cheek.
These two giants, who could cause major geological disasters with just one step, now look like a couple no matter how you look at them.
The next second, Di Jiang's hand, which was about to touch Zhu Jiuyin's face, changed direction and touched Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.
Kong Shuang's originally teasing look turned stern at this moment.
“Big Brother——”
"Brother, don't—"
Amid the wailing and wailing of the ancient witches, Di Jiang gave his younger brothers and sisters a gentle smile.
In sharp contrast to his smile, his hand mercilessly poked into Zhu Jiuyin's eyes and gouged out his eyes.
The moment Zhu Jiuyin's eyeballs were dug out, a strange light burst out, even obscuring the light of the sun.
The dazzling light made Tongtian, the sage, also look away. He subconsciously raised his arm and blocked Kong Shuang's eyes with his light sleeves.
Kong Shuang was puzzled. He gently pulled open a corner of his sleeve, suppressed the discomfort in his eyes, and looked down, wondering, "What is he going to do?"
Di Jiang sent the unconscious Zhu Jiuyin out. Blood was dripping from the hand holding Zhu Jiuyin's eyeballs, and he let out a sneer.
Following Dijiang's gesture, a golden formation gradually spread out with him as the center, and strands of golden light like threads enveloped everyone.
Although Di Jun, his old rival, didn't understand him as well as his brothers and sisters, at this moment, a flash of inspiration struck him and he guessed what Di Jiang was thinking. He immediately shouted, "Stop him!"
Most of the demons were die-hard fans of Di Jun. They always obeyed Di Jun's orders and rushed towards Di Jiang without asking the reason.
Seeing this scene, Kong Shuang became more confused and couldn't help but look at Tongtian. He saw that Tongtian's usually calm face was now filled with compassion and regret, and even his breathing became a little faster.
She tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to quickly solve her problem.
Tongtian understood and sighed, his tone quite complicated: "The origin of the law of time is hidden in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes. Dijiang wants to reverse time and space and start over again!"
Kong Shuang's mind moved. Di Jiang was the ancestor witch in charge of the laws of space, and Zhu Jiuyin was the ancestor witch of time. The combination of the two formed the words time and space.
Her gaze shifted to the remaining sorrowful Ancestral Witches who had followed the demon tribe to stop Dijiang. "But... isn't this a good thing for the Witch Clan? Why are they..."
Tongtian's voice was a bit more serious: "The stars have turned and time has gone back. How can something that violates the laws of the Great Dao be accomplished by simply relying on the origin of time and space? The formation requires sacrifices, and the price is human life. Even if we can go back to the past, Di Jiang will no longer exist!"
Kong Shuang's breathing stagnated, and in an instant he understood why the other ancestor witches were so sad. It turned out that Di Jiang had already made up his mind to sacrifice himself. If time and space were really reversed, Di Jiang would completely disappear, disappear from the witch clan, disappear in the prehistoric world, and even disappear from everyone's memory.
No one will remember his existence!
Her back instantly felt cold, and her throat choked for a long time before she asked hoarsely, "As long as they gather the essence of time and space, can anyone reverse time and space?"
Her voice became lower and lower, and at the end it became light and illusory until it disappeared.
Tongtian quickly guessed what she was thinking and froze in shock. After coming to his senses, he firmly grasped her cold fingers and said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "Theoretically, if you want!"
Kong Shuang's heart was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
Back to the battlefield, the golden light became brighter and brighter, and the pressure became heavier, almost making everyone breathless. Under such circumstances, everyone paid more attention to Di Jun's words to ask the demon clan to stop Di Jiang.
Seeing that the formation was about to be completed, the demon general Ji Meng was closest to Dijiang and admired Fuxi, who had just died together with the demon clan. Thinking of the contributions his idol had made to the demon clan, he did not care about anything else and directly followed Fuxi's example, rushed to Dijiang, pulled him and blew himself up.
Kong Shuang had already expected this result. His mind was in a mess and he no longer cared about the situation in the battle. Just like last time, he casually took away the origin of time and space and Ji Meng's soul that were blended together.
Although exchanging one life for another is the dumbest method, it is the most effective.
Dijiang's formation to reverse time and space was interrupted, and Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were blinded in vain. Overall, the demon clan was still better.
Although another capable general died in battle, for Di Jun, the overall gains outweighed the losses.
But it was different for the Wu Clan. Ji Meng was just an ordinary demon god of the demon clan, but the Wu Clan had lost their leader, Big Brother Dijiang. The deaths of Zhurong, Gonggong and Qiangliang combined were not as sad as they are now.
There was no time to grieve. The remaining witches, with red eyes, turned their anger towards Ji Meng's wife Ying Zhao, vowing to kill her and bury her with their brother.
Her husband died, and no matter how shameless Di Jun was, he had to protect the martyr's widow. He condescended to stand in front of Ying Zhao and fought against the remaining ancestor witches.
The witch tribe looked at him and asked, "Hey! How could we have forgotten you?"
After all, the real culprit is Di Jun, and Ji Meng also listened to Di Jun. If it weren't for you, Di Jun, would so many of our brothers have died?
The eyes of the witches turned red, and they looked at Di Jun as if he were a dead person.
Being stared at by giants many times bigger than himself, Di Jun cried out in his heart that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to transform back to his original form.
Don’t you want to be bigger than me? I’ll blow you away with my wings in a moment!
But it seems so disgraceful for the dignified Demon King to reveal his true form in front of his subordinates?
Di Jun was a little confused. He had been the Demon King for so many years that he had become naturally majestic. He was intimidating in front of his subjects without even getting angry, and he had never revealed his true identity.
The enemy doesn't care about your dignity or not, and a group of wizards surrounded you.
No sooner said than done, two bright moons flew over the horizon, and with a flash of silver moonlight, they transformed into two young and beautiful female cultivators, one wearing moon-white silver armor, and the other wearing golden fairy clothes.
The golden-robed female cultivator's sleeves fluttered, and she exuded an imposing aura. She spoke coldly, "Di Jun's life belongs to me!"
The witches looked at the female cultivator in golden fairy clothes, and then looked at the imperial robe on Di Jun, which was already tattered but still had some of its original color.
seemingly.
like.
These two people are wearing couple outfits!
They're wearing matching outfits and trying to snatch Di Jun from us. So who are these two people...
Before he could even utter that thought, someone from the demon clan spoke up first: "Queen of Heaven, you're finally here."
"Xihe, you are here——" Di Jun called out emotionally, and his eyes were filled with tears. It turned out that my wife did not abandon me and still thought about me!
Ignoring Di Jun's self-admiration, Xihe smiled sinisterly, and the sun wheel in her hand spun and flew out, sparks and lightning all the way, heading straight for Di Jun's forehead.
Di Jun dodged hastily, furious and incredulous: "Xihe, you..."
He knew that Xihe blamed him for harming her son and coveting her sister, but he never thought that Xihe would want to kill him.
Sisters Xihe and Changxi suddenly jumped up and attacked Dijun, saying, "Dijun, give me your life."
Emperor Jun had experienced a great battle before and had suffered countless injuries, both major and minor. Under such circumstances, he would be dead if he faced the Jade Rabbit sisters.
As he dodged in embarrassment, he quickly ordered: "Hurry to the Heavenly Palace and invite Donghuang over!"
At this time, the number one confidant Lu Wu finally showed up and struggled towards the heaven.
The Jinwu brothers have been together for countless eons, and they have long been connected in mind and have a tacit understanding. At this time, Taiyi had already sensed that something had happened to his brother without Luwu asking him, and hurried to the Lich battlefield.
It was not a big deal at first, but it almost scared him back.
His sister-in-law, who had always been gentle and kind, actually pursued his seriously injured brother relentlessly and attacked him with extreme cruelty. It was obvious that she was aiming for his life.
What was even more surprising was that the two races of Lich and Wizard stopped fighting and were just watching their own ethical battle.
Taiyi almost fell off the clouds.
Chang Xi's Moon Wheel and Xihe's Moon Wheel attacked Di Jun from the front and back. Di Jun did not fight back but only dared to dodge, and his hair was almost cut off.
Family matters must be resolved by the family. Wouldn't it be a laughing stock for a couple to fight in front of the witch clan? Tai Yi's face darkened and he hurried over to stop them.
Taiyi suddenly appeared, Chang Xi frowned tightly, thinking quickly about countermeasures.
I just severed my connection with the evil corpse Chang'e, and my cultivation has been greatly damaged. My sister Xihe had lost all her cultivation before, and although she has returned now, she is not as good as before...
However, Donghuang Taiyi's title of "the first person under the saint" is not just a compliment, but the strongest fighting force of the demon clan who was able to escape unscathed from the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons formation where the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered.
The possibility of killing his brother in front of him is basically zero.
But Xihe didn't care about that. She picked up the sun wheel and chased after him: "Di Jun, give me back my child's life!"
The sad atmosphere emitted by a mother avenging her child inevitably infected the Wu clan. They had just lost many of their people and leaders, and could not help but make way for Xihe.
Upon hearing about the dead child, Di Jun lost consciousness and his shoulder was pierced through by the sun. The blood of the three-legged golden crow, full of the power of the sun's true fire, dripped down like a golden rain of fire, injuring many demons and witches.
Taiyi called out to his brother, and Donghuang Zhong took action to stop Xihe.
Seeing this, Chang Xi turned into a crescent moon and collided with the Donghuang Bell, shouting, "Kong Shuang, come and help me."
The Lich War battlefield was full of karma, and taking advantage of the chaos was the easiest opportunity to kill Di Jun. This was a plan she had personally agreed upon with her friends.
In the sky, Kong Shuang, who had disappeared, threw away all the truth and principles of reversing time and space in his mind, and was ready to go. When he heard Chang Xi calling him, he flew out of the layers of auspicious clouds with the Zhuxian Sword in hand, blocking Taiyi's way.
Looking at the person he had a crush on in the past, Taiyi felt quite unhappy and lowered his voice: "Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang, even you want to stop me?"
Kong Shuang raised his hands slightly and said embarrassedly: "I am loyal to the person who entrusted me with this. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
Taiyi finally came to his senses. It turned out that this was a conspiracy against his brother. He felt complicated and bitter for a moment. He saw the opportunity to get rid of Kong Shuang and save Di Jun.
Kong Shuang would not let him escape so easily, so he stabbed him with his sword.
The sword flashed straight out, Taiyi dodged it and turned back in grief and anger: "Fellow Daoist, you know I don't want to fight you."
Kong Shuang said calmly: "Daoyou is clear-minded and kind, and shouldn't insist on getting involved in right and wrong."
But that's my brother!
I know he has made many mistakes, harming his son, the people of the demon clan, and all living things in the prehistoric world, but he is my brother after all. It was he who protected and supported me for the past million years and watched me grow up. Everyone can blame him and hate him, but I can't. We are the closest people to each other.
Anyone in the world can betray him except me!
Taiyi was in a state of panic, his golden eyes sometimes struggling, sometimes firm, and finally he retracted the Donghuang Bell and looked at Kong Shuang: "If you insist on not giving it up, don't blame me for not considering the kindness of listening to my teachings in the past."
Kong Shuang nodded slightly: "Come and fight!"
One is known as "the number one person under the saint", and the other will take over this title in the future. The battle between the two will be very interesting.
At least the war stopped, and the two races of Lich and Warlock focused on watching the battle.
Ever since the incident in the sea of blood, Kong Shuang has been concentrating on cultivation and staying away from the world for many years. She hasn't had a serious fight for a long time. In addition, after Zhunti Jieyin became a saint, she has seen through one of her inner demons and almost doesn't need the Qingxin Bell to control herself, which can be considered a great improvement.
But she herself didn't know how much progress she had made.
Because she couldn't find anyone who could really fight with her, and her power was far inferior to that of the saints above, she would be defeated after a short fight.
If it were an ordinary Daluo Jinxian, winning would be too easy and would not be of any help.
Only a top-level Daluo Jinxian like Donghuang Taiyi, who has killed the three corpses and swallowed the six qi, and is only one ray of primordial purple qi away from becoming a saint, can truly make her see herself clearly.
Tongtian secretly added another layer of magic power to the Qingxin Bell that shielded the way of heaven. He casually transformed it into a stone table with a red stove burning on the table. He lifted up his sleeves and began to boil tea. His every move was as smooth as flowing water, and he was graceful and elegant.
After drinking half a cup of tea, the two men had fought for hundreds of rounds and each stood in the clouds.
Kong Shuangshuang held the Zhuxian Sword with a long and sharp sword energy, and his uncontrollable fighting spirit spread out. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his temples, his breathing became a little disordered, and even a few blackened marks appeared on his robe.
The Donghuang Bell was magnified several times, and layers of golden light reflected the red cheeks of its owner. Taiyi had golden wings on his back, and he looked very imposing. There was also a bit of eagerness in his eyes when he looked at the female cultivator opposite him.
Ever since Tongtian became a saint, he hadn't encountered an opponent that he could fight so vigorously for a long time.
Such an exciting scene seemed both harmonious and dazzling to Tongtian. He poured another cup of tea and looked at the two of them from afar.
But the two people opposite, whose minds were filled with the word "fight", did not notice him and shouted in unison: "Come again!"
Then they started fighting again, with golden light and five-colored divine light crisscrossing and interweaving, confusing people's minds. Gradually, the two men felt that fighting with weapons was not satisfying enough, so they gave up their magic weapons and switched to close combat with palms.
Each palm strike exhausted all the magical powers of the two men, and the residual power was so strong that the mountains, rivers and lakes shook three times.
The hearts of the remaining ancestors of the witch clan trembled when they saw this. It turned out that these flat-haired beasts were so powerful. They had really underestimated them before.
Speaking of flat-haired beasts, the two fighting birds were disgusted by the human form and actually transformed into their original forms.
How do a peacock covered in multicolored light and a three-legged crow, each feather of which burns with the sun's true fire, fight?
We are all respectable people in the ancient world... respectable birds. If we use our claws and teeth to scratch the scalp and bite the feathers, it is really not in line with our status and we can't afford to lose face.
Then all the creatures in the prehistoric world saw a scene that was indelible in their memory: two huge birds, so beautiful that they could not be described in words, flew around each other.
A golden light flashed, as if there was another sun in the sky. The five-colored divine light was no less powerful, and half of the sky was illuminated by a variety of colors. The scene was truly beautiful!
Although we appreciate it, there is still a question on our minds:
I heard that the Feathered Tribe loves to compete for beauty. Are these two birds competing to see whose feathers are more beautiful?
Another powerful bird in the ancient times quietly appeared on the battlefield while being ignored by everyone. It first looked at the two beautiful big birds above its head, then thought of its own and its apprentice's black feathers, and sighed sadly.
It's not time to dry my feathers...
But none of this matters. Kunpeng calmed himself down and rubbed his hands excitedly. He was about to meet the goddess. When he thought of this, he felt his heart beating fast.
He secretly glanced at his goddess. The goddess was now the true body of the Ancestral Witch, with a long and beautiful snake tail hanging down on the ground. She looked exactly the same as when he first saw her. She was beautiful no matter how he looked at her.
Kunpeng blushed, lowered his eyes, and thought about it carefully. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. He raised his eyes in shock, and his pupils began to dilate rapidly.
The goddess is about to become a saint!
He possessed the Hongmeng Purple Qi, so his understanding of the path to sainthood naturally exceeded that of others. He could tell at a glance that Hou Tu was on the way to sainthood.
Others could not notice the extra person on the battlefield, but it could not escape the eyes of the saint. In the clouds, Tongtian's gaze passed over Houtu imperceptibly, and there was a bit more interest in his eyes.
After all, it was the Hongmeng purple energy, and he was a little looking forward to what choice Kunpeng would make.
His gaze returned to the two birds flying around each other, and his smile deepened. Compared to Hou Tu's sanctification, the situation of these two people was more interesting.
Everyone around him thought that this person was carrying forward the nature of the Feathered Clan and trying to be more handsome than anyone else, but that was not the case.
The laymen were just watching the fun, the experts were just watching the fun, it was obvious that the two of them were fighting until they had an epiphany!
The two men went from fighting with weapons to throwing away their weapons, and then to transforming into their original forms. They were already exhausted, but neither of them was willing to admit defeat first. They could only bite the bullet and continue fighting, challenging their limits again and again, reaching a deeper level.
Finally, it was time for the last effort. Kong Shuang found that he had no chance to fight anymore and could not exert any strength at all. He was extremely tired. Although he was physically exhausted, his mind had never been so clear as it was at this moment.
As soon as the consciousness becomes clear, one can feel things that he has never felt before, such as an invisible and intangible film that separates the two realms of Daluo Jinxian and the legendary Hunyuan Wuji Sage.
She used up the last bit of strength she squeezed out from the cracks in her bones, flapped her wings, and tried to break free from the restraints and shackles, and reach the realm that everyone was striving for.
Kong Shuang was surprised, and then he found that his opponent was doing the same thing.
The two pairs of eyes met for a moment, and they saw good-natured teasing and tacit understanding in each other's eyes.
oh!
So you figured it out too, that’s quite a coincidence!
How can this be considered a coincidence? This is such a fate!
Even though he knew that this thought and that unspeakable feeling of his were unfair to his friend, Taiyi's heart still couldn't help but feel a little shy and sweet.
Fellow Daoist Kong Shuang and I do have some kind of fate!
In addition, Taiyi was even more excited as he was about to touch the realm he had been dreaming of. He was almost using all his strength to break through the shackles!
But things in the world are often not what we want, and the accident happened at this moment.
After Kunpeng, the 24 filial boyfriend in the prehistoric times, realized that Houtu was about to become a saint, he hesitated for a moment and immediately made up his mind. If it were not for the appearance of fellow Taoist Houtu, his Hongmeng purple qi would have been snatched away by someone else and would not have been preserved until now.
Now that Taoist Hou Tu needs it, how can he not give it to him?
While no one was paying attention, Kunpeng quickly took out the Hongmeng purple energy that he had hidden in the top of his head, and threw it to Houtu at the legendary speed of soaring up to 90,000 miles before anyone could react and rush to grab it.
It was just such a coincidence that the Hongmeng Purple Qi had just touched Hou Tu's body in the previous second, and the next second Hou Tu woke up from her meditation. She didn't even bother to see how much had happened after she entered the meditation, and said directly:
"The Great Dao is above. I, Hou Tu, wish to use the power of the earth to establish the Six Paths and control reincarnation. The Wu clan will not leave the underworld until their karma is cleared!"
As soon as she finished speaking, merits and virtues that came from nowhere surged into her body like they were free. The pressure of the saint piled up, and whether it was the west or Mount Buzhou and Mount Kunlun, everyone could sense that another saint had appeared in the ancient world.
At this time, Tongtian had a light jade fan in his hand, which flashed with the flames from the furnace from time to time.
When Hou Tu attained enlightenment, there were no strange phenomena such as purple air coming from the east and golden clouds filling the sky. There was only a scene of two birds competing for beauty to give her face. Not to mention the scene when the three pure ones, the top students in the ancient times, became saints, it didn't even have the pomp of the two worst Westerners.
While everyone was curious, they overlooked one thing: Hou Tuli was worshipping the Great Dao rather than the Heavenly Dao.
Tongtian laughed in his heart, but he couldn't show it. He looked at the sky with his clear eyes.
Don't blame the Heavenly Dao for being stingy and not giving Hou Tu face. It's really possible that the Heavenly Dao doesn't know that there is another saint in the prehistoric world...
Who made the Wu clan naturally unruly? They claim to be the most noble descendants of Pangu, and have always been dismissive of Tiandao, the steward assigned to Honghuang by Pangu's father. Even things like swearing an oath are bypassed by Tiandao and go to the Dadao.
Especially since he blocked the secrets of heaven, the way of heaven knew nothing about it!
To be honest, he still feels a little sorry for Tiandao. What should he do?
As the saint's pressure spread to every corner of the prehistoric world, the two birds in the sky naturally felt the saint's pressure. They could still bear the pressure, but they could not bear other things.
That layer represented the barrier between the realm of Daluo Jinxian and the realm of Saint had disappeared!
That’s right, it disappeared!
Instead of being broken or pierced!
Kong Shuang's heart suddenly turned cold. Although she knew that becoming a saint was not that easy, she was just too unlucky!
Even the last time he forced Zhunti Jieyin to become a saint was not as unlucky as he is now!
It was also because of what happened last time that Kong Shuang took a deep breath, and then another, and held back the anger that he could not suppress in his throat, and thought of someone who shared the same suffering.
Now she felt a little better, and she even thought of comforting Taiyi generously. Suddenly, she saw Taiyi's eyes turned red, and his handsome face was filled with sadness and pain.
Kong Shuang was horrified and at a loss as to what to do.
No way, brother, it’s just that I didn’t succeed in becoming a saint. You won’t be so angry that you cry, right?
Taiyi muttered something incomprehensible, his face drained of color and he rolled his eyes. His exhausted body swayed slightly, and he fell straight down from the clouds.
Not only did he cry out of anger, he even fainted from anger?
Kong Shuang scratched her head, belatedly remembering something she had forgotten. She quickly looked down.
Di Jun, who was being chased by the Jade Rabbit sisters, had now fallen in a pool of blood.
Because it was another major event in the process of sanctification, no one paid any attention to it.
In a pool of blood, Di Jun's life was hanging by a thread. With his last breath, he saw his brother falling from the clouds. As if in a last hurrah, he weakly manipulated the River Map and Luo Shu to catch Taiyi and send him to his side.
Taiyi slowly woke up, opened his eyes and saw his brother like this. He was so excited that he almost fainted again.
Di Jun knew he was about to die, so he took Tai Yi's hand and warned him carefully: "Don't blame your sister-in-law. I was wrong. I volunteered to crash into the sun. Don't bear any grudge against your sister-in-law. From now on, the demon tribe will be handed over to you. I can no longer protect you. You must be well..."
At the end of his words, his voice gradually became softer. He turned to look at Xihe, who was holding the sun wheel with an indifferent expression. He stretched out his hand to her and called out repeatedly, "Xihe... Xihe..."
After all, they had been married for many years. Now that Di Jun was about to die, it was impossible for Xihe not to be moved at all. The veins on her hand holding the sun wheel bulged out. She suppressed her emotions tightly, slapped away Di Jun's hand that was reaching out to her, and said coldly: "I will never forgive you, never!"
Di Jun's eyes widened at that moment, and he fell into Taiyi's arms, who was crying silently.
Die with eyes open!
Xihe's tears fell at this moment, and her hands, which were tightly holding the sun, lost their strength and slipped to the ground.
Chang Xi's face began to look ugly, and he spat silently in his heart:
She is dead, but she still comes to harm her sister. What a disaster!
Seeing this scene, Kong Shuang's heart suddenly ached. She turned her head away, and a low whimper attracted her attention.
I saw Kunpeng huddled in a small corner, crying in loss.
Kong Shuang was confused again. He had never heard of the deep friendship between Kunpeng and Di Jun. The level of sadness was almost as great as that of Di Jun's brother Taiyi!
No, Kong Shuang looked carefully and curled his lips helplessly.
Okay! So it was a broken heart!
It seems like there is one more sad person in the ancient world!
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