Three thousand worlds can’t stand a dream for a lifetime.

After receiving this palm, Chongli's body floated into the air like a kite with a broken thread.

Countless gravels passed by, and their clothes and faces were all broken under the sharp edges and corners. The man was like a white jade carved face, and now he was bloodshot. Although he was embarrassed, he was calm.

As he floated to the sky, a colorful stone broke away from his palm and shot through the sky and shot towards the sky.

The five-colored stones merged into one as they flew towards the gap above their heads. The gravel floating in the air fell one after another, and they all fell to the ground, and dust flew up and raging for a moment.

Tanluo looked up and saw that this was the five-color stone sent by Emperor Dongyue, transformed by the heart of the Chaos Lotus. It was the holy object that was when the world first opened, and it could repair the sky.

When he asked Emperor Dongyue for this thing, he had already prepared for it, but the pillar of heaven had been cut off and the sky was pouring out. Sooner or later, the Buddha's heaven would no longer exist. This is the revenge he wanted!

But why did she feel a little uneasy?

Looking at the man's eyes, this uneasiness spread quickly, pulling his heart, and hurting like a lingering slicing. Until he threw out the Shengtian Axe in the sky and turned into an arc, Chongli closed his eyes and flew higher and higher, with a relieved smile hanging on his lips.

Under the sky, the clothes were swept like clouds, but the body became more transparent.

Tianzhu was originally transformed by the ancient true god with flesh and blood. Chongli wanted to use his body to reshape Wuwang Mountain!

Tanluo covered her chest, and the dull pain in her heart reached its peak. She looked up at the thin and vicissitudes of life and her vision gradually blurred.

So you have always been lying to me with the determination to die!

Tanluo avoided the falling gravel and flew forward and said in a deep voice: "Your life is mine, no one is allowed to take it, including you, Chongli!"

"Saint..." He stumbled softly, his eyebrows and eyes stretched out and looked at her with a smile. No matter how much nostalgia and reluctance were, he could only hide his heart.

Chongli turned around and stopped looking at her. This life was given by his younger brother Chongyuan. Now he just wanted him to live on his behalf. But I'm sorry for her.

"Zhongli, stop!" A cry came from behind him. He quickly activated the spiritual power in his body and used his own flesh and blood to derive the pillar of heaven.

Suddenly at this moment, a strange fragrance floated from the end of his nose, and the smell of blood rushed towards him. He turned his head in surprise and saw Tanluo pulling out a divine bone from his ribs, breaking it with his bare hands and throwing it into the sky.

The pillar of heaven rose from the ground to support the sinking sky. The red clothes on Tanluo's chest were covered with blood, shaking and finally falling from the clouds.

Chongli looked at her in disbelief, why, it was clearly me who lied to you, why did he save me?

The man jumped down in a hurry, and the corner of his snow-green clothes flew and stirred in the wind. The moment his fingertips touched the other party, a huge rock fell and hit his back without bias.

In a blink of an eye, he could only watch as he let go of his fingers, and as she closed her eyes with a pale face, she fell down.

Chongli only felt that the internal organs were crushed and hurt by the huge rock, but how could this pain be so great that she was thrusting her skin and thrusting her bones!

His throat turned sweet and he swallowed blood. When he saw Tanluo falling straight to the ground, his red robe spreading beautifully, like a beautiful blooming Manzhu Shahua.

"Tan—" he shouted in disbelief, and the bright red in his throat suddenly flowed out, and dripping along his smooth chin fell in front of his collar.

Chongli staggered, knelt in front of Tanluo, gently stroked the wound with his trembling hands. The blood was red in red through the layers of clothes, warm but seemed to have a hot heat.

Chongli lowered her head in panic, why was her breath so weak!

As the divine bones turned into pillars of heaven and towered into the sky, more and more gravel fell down. The moment a huge rock fell towards them, Chongli suddenly moved, and the stones in the sky were wiped out in the air.

He carefully protected the girl with his eyes closed in his arms, his fingertips scratched the wound, and whispered over and over again: "For someone like me, why do you need to save me..."

Although he was the Emperor of Qingqiu Fox, he was not the bloodline of the true god, and he could not restore Tan Luo to his original state. He hated himself, hated that he was deceiving her and hurting her, but he could only watch her become weaker and weaker.

"Even if I spend my whole life's cultivation, I will never let you have any trouble." Chongli stared deeply, forcibly stripped the golden elixir from the purple palace dantian, and placed it into Tanluo's wound, and spiritual power continued to pour into his body.

As the wound slowly healed, Chongli looked at her last, closed her eyes like she was extremely tired, curled up, and turned back into a silver-purple spirit fox.

When the dust settles and the barrier disperses, a person and a fox are hugging each other and sleeping in embrace each other.
Chapter completed!