But at the end of the day, Xie Qi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were a little sad:

"The Lord of the Mansion is pity for me and Lao Ba. When he fell, he let me ascend to the sky, but living in vain, what is the meaning of it to me?"

This world is a place where all brothers are fighting to protect.

Xie Qi, how can I, how can I, how dare I leave?

Unless, take it away together!

Xie Qi did not say it clearly, but he was not good at hiding his emotions, or he was disdainful of hiding his feelings, and his intentions were almost visible at a glance.

Hei Wuchang remained silent, his eyes without a trace of white eyes remained unrestrained for a moment, waiting for his reply.

"I admire and agree with the two of you who are committed to it, what Mr. Gu has done..."

An Qisheng sighed softly:

"It's a pity that this matter cannot be accomplished. Forced actions are just a way to die."

The things that black and white impermanent do, and what Gu Changfeng did, were very consistent with his temperament. However, no matter what he obtained from the original trajectory of Sa Wuling.

It was still what Wei Shaoyou saw in his memory that this Netherworld Lord Sacrifice was doomed to fail.

Whether it is choosing to call Gu Changfeng or moving this world.

Once the emperor Tian Shili, who was sacrificed but was immortal, happened to encounter the slaughtered world of cultivation. What will happen to be staged? It is naturally self-evident.

That is destined to be a situation that is more unwilling to think about or see than a disaster that destroys the world.

Not to mention, for An Qisheng, it should not be done to kill the creatures at this time and save the world in the future.

Whether it is kind or malicious, he doesn't think this is the right thing to do.

"It must be done? Ho~~"

Hei Wuchang chewed on this sentence, suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled as if he was ridiculed:

"I told Fujun this way back then..."

Slightly talking to yourself.

Hei Wuchang and Xie Qi's eyes all showed a trace of memories.

It was a day two thousand three hundred years ago. The aura of world-destroying disasters spread across the world. The demons and ghosts in the underworld cried, and all the spirits on earth shook.

That day, before leaving, he seemed to say so...

But.......

Hei Wuchang lowered his eyes for a moment, raised himself again, looking straight at An Qisheng:

“Fellow Daoist An, can you provide...

Xuanxing's anchor point?"

He said this sentence very awkwardly and did not seem to understand what the so-called anchor point is. Obviously, this word was obtained from ancient Changfeng.

Xie Qi also looked at An Qisheng.

The world was silent for a moment.

Above the city gate tower, the fog and wind in the void seemed to stop moving, and time seemed to be frozen under the eyes of the three of them.

An indescribable aura spread out from the Netherworld City.

It drifts thousands of miles and flows all directions.

Not long, Yan Xiake and others who were looking into the distance suddenly felt a sudden sensation in their hearts. In this calmness, they seemed to feel a heavier oppression than before.

For a moment, I felt extremely nervous.

Even if they could not see the three people on the Netherworld City, they could not hear what they said. Yan Xiake, Wei Shaoyou and others felt a vague sense of horror.

"Maybe, there is a third way."

"Um?"

Under the black and white impermanence's gaze, An Qisheng raised his eyes and spoke calmly:
Chapter completed!