The snow field, the earth is vast.

From time to time, the sound of the lonely wolf wailing came.

At one end of the horizon, two black dots appeared, and they struggled to pass through the heavy snow.

Slowly, the black spots became bigger, and the snow fell through their knees, squeaking...

"Wind and Moon, work harder and you will return to India one day." Lang Yueqiu said breathlessly.

"In this weather, the saint should be fine, right?" Feng Yueqiong leaned on a wooden stick in his hand, his beard was covered with snowflakes. There was a big cloth bag on his back, with Zhong Yu, the saint of the Xiangyue Sect.

"If there is something wrong with the saint, we will be executed when we return to India! I have provided the most magical skills of the Xiangyue Sect to the saint to increase her resistance to the cold. Don't worry, even if we will be frozen to death, the saint will not be in danger."

"Okay... let's hurry up." Feng Yuejun coughed while walking. He and Lang Yuejun both suffered severe internal injuries. If it weren't for the extreme loyalty of the partner Yuezong, they might have been unable to hold on to the side of the road.

...

Zhong Family.

After Zhong Jiuzhen talked about everything he knew, Qin Lang fully understood Zhong Yu's past and present life, Amron City State. It seemed that he had to go there.

Time was tight, so Qin Lang got up without delaying it, walked on the way to India, and took the Phoenix Jade Bi with him.

No one was notified and Zhong Jiuzhen refused to send more staff. The journey was dangerous. First, it was too late, and bringing other helpers was a burden for Qin Lang.

A thousand miles a day!

...

After a difficult journey, the Langyue Envoy and the Fengyue Envoy finally arrived at the Xiangyue Envoy. After listening to the reports of the two envoys, Summit was not satisfied:

"So, is the Phoenix Jade Bi also in the hands of the Zhong family?"

"Yes, Master, the situation was critical at that time. The envoy of the Cannibal and the Envoy of the Haoyue were already seriously injured and fell to the ground. They were captured alive by a young man named Qin Lang, and we had no choice but to bring the saint back desperately."

At that time, Langyue and Fengyue were able to bring Zhong Yu to India, which was a huge lucky thing. One step later was either beaten to death by the angry Zhong family or taken away by the police.

But Sammit was not satisfied at all. He stood up from his seat and raised his eyebrows:

"I can't handle this little thing well. I saw Yubi, but I ran away in panic. Where is the decent face of my Xiangyue Sect? You guys, repent to the gods and elephants."

Langyue and Fengyue made their faces look like earth, but they did not make any excuses. They got up from the ground and slowly retreated. Less than a minute after leaving the door, two muffled groans came from outside, and two corpses fell outside the door.

Langyue and Fengyue committed suicide...

In the Xiangyue Cult dictionary, confession means death, and Samith's orders will never be changed, so the Langyue and Fengyue Cult can only die without saying a word.

Samit waved his hand in disgust, and then the servant dragged away the bodies of the two envoys. It was just night, and the bright moon hangs in the sky and the stars embellished it, which was a rare and beautiful scene.

On the mysterious altar, torches burned, an Indian witch with weird clothes beat some kind of sling in her hand, and a series of spells were leaping back and forth under the altar.

Below the altar are huge stone pillars, and a girl is tied to the iron chain of the stone pillar in the middle. The girl's skin turned into bronze under the fire. She has woken up, her confused eyes are filled with confusion and pain, and her unparalleled figure is swaying in the wind.

"The real saint is different from other women. Such a charming and elephant will definitely like it."

Summit stood respectfully on the side, expressing sincere admiration.

"The gods have been waiting for too long. For this moment, the disciples have also waited for too long. After the ceremony is completed tonight, the gods will bless all the disciples with their blessings and longevity. The Xiangyue Church will spread the gods thousands of miles away."

At this time, the rhythm of the drum sound suddenly became faster, and the witch was swaying wildly on it, and the spell in her mouth became faster and faster.

"A quarter of an hour will come, the auspicious time of the festival will come," said Summit.

Two waiters ran over the stone pillars. They were wearing the most solemn black clothes of the Elephant Moon Sect, holding two huge torches in their hands, and standing on both sides of Zhong Yu.

Zhong Yu suddenly realized something. Two tears came from her beautiful eyes, and she struggled hard on the iron chain on her body. Of course, it was futile. She knew that the last moment of her life was coming. The people of the Xiangyue Cult regarded her as a sacrifice to God. As for her mother in India, it was the most shameless lie in the world!

The past scenes passed by, and Zhong Yu seemed to see her mother's tears, her lovely grandfather, and Qin Lang. Five hundred years of cultivation in her previous life were exchanged for a moment of looking back in this life. And she felt the intensity of love and the soul-stirring love!

"Qin Lang! I love you! Can we be together in the next life?" Zhong Yu suddenly shouted, with no sadness or fear in his voice, but a sweet call.

"Look, have you seen it? The shining star! It's me! I will always look at you from the sky and cheer for you!"

Zhong Yu shouted, looking up at the starry sky, she felt that it was good to die tonight, and she finally found the brightest star!

"Qin Lang, have you heard it? Have you heard your Yu'er talk?" Zhong Yu shouted with all his strength, and suddenly felt sore in his nose, closed his eyes and cried. She was actually so reluctant to leave Qin Lang.

"Hi, are you crying again? I want to tell you Yu'er, no matter how far you go, I will appear by calling my name..."

Suddenly there was a man's cheerful voice next to the stone pillar. The sound was extremely magical, which shocked Zhong Yu. Looking around, she felt that she had hallucinations because the man who loved her more than anything fell from the sky.

Zhong Yu's nose was hooked, and she was surprised to see Qin Lang coming out of nowhere, her eyes were a little wet, and she looked at her with a smile.

"Qin Lang!" Zhong Yu's feelings completely broke out, tears kept flowing, but she smiled, smiling very happily because her man finally arrived.

"You came in time. Maybe this is our last meeting." Zhong Yulihua was raining.

"Follower, no, we have to have five or eight or ten children, and we will travel all over the world." Qin Lang said.

"Is that so happy? Qin Lang, thank you, thank you for your love..." Zhong Yu's throat was once again surging tears.

The two completely ignored the existence of the Xiangyue Sect, so that the witch also stopped and watched the two little couples express their feelings without blinking.

"Rareless!" Samit shouted in a deep voice. This was a blasphemy against the saint, and this was an invasion of the target Moon Sect. As the leader, he would never allow anyone to interfere with the most sacred ritual of the Xiangyue Sect!
Chapter completed!