"Master Demon Lord, the altar of sacrifice is about to be condensed. Please allow your subordinates to send the daughter of sacrifice to the altar first. "

The five tripods beside the inner demon bowed and said, while the inner demon nodded.

At this moment, in the cloud platform in the sky, the cloud altar had almost no trace of clouds. The entire cloud altar and the cloud walls turned into the color of black jade, with endless wind roaring and raging from the cloud altar.

The light that soared into the vortex was even more surging than before!

In that thousand-foot barrier, the five sects and sects each occupy a corner, and the power of the five people firmly stabilizes the barrier space.

Yan Feng inside and the Tianqi Sword in his hand had already pointed at Tingfeng. The distance between the two was only a hundred feet away.

Yan Feng's hand shook slightly!

In an instant, a sword energy approached Tingfeng's body, bang!

A barrier of flamed red fire appeared in front of Tingfeng, but it instantly shattered under the sword energy. But similarly, this shattered barrier barely blocked the sword energy.

But... this is also Tingfeng's last protective power.

Tingfeng, the mask on his face, the mask that he once vowed to take off, had a click, and countless fine cracks appeared and shattered!

The mask turned into shattering and dissipated with the wind...

The face under the mask was revealed, with a strong and handsome face, with red eyes, staring at Yan Feng.

And just as the mask was broken, Yan Feng's figure had already passed by him.

Tingfeng's fiery red eyes suddenly shrank...

A red jade sword light flashed by his side, and Yan Feng's figure stopped behind him and appeared.

The fiery red pupils were relieved at this moment... They looked up at the sky, smiled, and slowly revealed the corners of Tingfeng's mouth.

"Qinger, I really hope... when you wake up, all this will end."

In a mountain forest that is countless thousands of miles away, in a hidden cave, there is a woman leaning on the clear stream in the cave, sleeping sweetly, with peace on her face, probably a sweet dream.

This time, it was a death move.

Listening to the wind, he knew that there was no return, so... before he left, he gave Ziqing a dream, a dream... hundreds of years! Or thousands of years!

He knew that Zi Qing would blame herself after she woke up, but he had no choice...

"I have no way to protect you... I can only let you escape this disaster."

"Qing'er...I know, you love him, but...I don't regret it...I really don't regret it, never, never."

That handsome face had a free and easy smile.

From the ground between the feet, Tingfeng's figure gradually turned into powder and dissipated until the upper body and head... were all turned into dust and dissipated into the world.

With the death of Tingfeng, the barrier that the five religions and religions have shaped disappeared in an instant at this moment.

Yan Feng slowly turned around, with a rich black and purple aura in his eyes. Looking at the place where Tingfeng was destroyed, there was no expression on his face, as if he had just done something extremely ordinary.

At this moment, on the cloud altar, the figure of the Five Cauldron appeared. I don’t know what he did. From the cloud altar, there was a black staircase falling on it, falling before Ye Shiyu.

Ye Shiyu raised her feet and stepped onto the ink-colored ladder.

Step by step, I walked up the ink-colored light ladder and finally... I stepped onto the cloud altar!

Yuntan, the area is ten thousand feet a radius!

The entire Yuntan ground has ink crystals. People stand on it to reflect themselves. In the middle of this wide Yuntan, there is a round land with ink.

Ten feet in a circle, there are extremely complex formation patterns engraved inside, and ink-colored mist dissipates from it, and the ink-colored light that soars into the sky rises from here.

Looking at the sky from Yuntan, there were countless ink lights, coming from all directions, a mysterious, profound, but solemn feeling echoed in my heart.

At this moment, Ye Shiyu stepped onto the cloud altar!

The old man in the heart demon looked at Ye Shiyu who stepped onto the cloud hall, and his eyes were filled with excitement!

He is waiting for someone now, Mingye!

Looking at Yan Feng next to the cloud hall, Yan Feng, who had just killed Ming Ye's left and right hands, smiled at the corner of his mouth...

He wants Mingye to die at the hands of his most trusted brother!

He also... wants Yan Feng to end his closeest relative's life with his own hands!

He wants everyone, all those who have harmed his daughter, to experience the most painful pain in the world!

Life is worse than death!

The wind was still howling, and Yan Feng's figure slowly rose, and finally flew over the clouds. His eyes were shining with black and purple air at Ye Shiyu walking towards the center of the altar.

The lotus steps were graceful, and Ye Shiyu raised her head dullly and saw Yan Feng.

The eyes were facing each other, and the eyes that were once tender and as tender as water were now, there was no slight intertwining of emotions...

Fantasy world...!

The real Yan Feng was standing at the top of the tower at this moment, letting the wind whistle by, slapped his face, and he knew... the real Ye Shiyu was standing in the same position as him at this moment.

The chaotic aura in his eyes faded away. Yan Feng looked at the endless spire and kept thinking about solutions in his mind. The wind blew and flew across the corners of his eyes.

He knew... he didn't have much time, and he couldn't hold on for long after the backup plan he left behind!

The same world, the same space...

Ye Shiyu had the ultimate loneliness in her eyes. Even she herself didn't know how long she had been here.

Here, there is no black and white, no day and night, no year and month...

"Where are you... Can I see you?"

Ye Shiyu murmured to herself, tears fell from the corners of her eyes again...

The wind was blowing in a mess, and Ye Shiyu slowly squatted down, hugging her knees with her hands, helpless...

I don’t know how many times I have fallen from my eyes, but what’s the use of crying...

Yan Feng was still closing his eyes and pondering. He was recalling the book he had read back then, which recorded similar fantasy worlds, which were even much more powerful than this. Since there were records on it, there must be a way to crack it. Yan Feng believed... he must have read it!

——————————

"Why isn't it going well yet...!"

In the Wu Realm, the underwater land, there was a hurricane in Ye Yu's eyes. Looking at Ming Ye, who was in the middle of the poison pool, in Ming Ye's heart, the black and purple aura had dissipated.

In other words, the heart poison in Mingye's body has been completely dispelled by the power of the poison. The reason why he has not woken up is because of the poison.

If you were just sleeping like this... the only thing waiting for Ming Ye is death!

If Ming Ye dies, then hope will be completely shattered!

——————————

In the Demon Realm, at the top of the Holy Peak, in a void thousands of feet away from the Yuntan, a choking sound came out, and a tear could be seen floating out of the void.

"Changfeng..."

"Changfeng!"

I murmured to myself, it was a female voice with a decisive voice!
Chapter completed!