Feng Weiyi could no longer say a word, but her eyes looked at the child who had been born ten months pregnant, and she was extremely frightened: "Sword of Burning Night?"

"That's right! If she wants, your imperial tomb can be turned into ashes in an instant. But she didn't do that, do you know why?"

"Why?"

Feng Weiyi naturally knew the power of the Sword of Burning Night. Not to mention her imperial tomb, even if it is destroyed by the entire Cangming Continent, it would be an easy task.

But during the fight just now, she never saw Gu Lingsha take action, and she thought she hadn't gotten the sword at all, so she killed her with such fearlessness.

But unexpectedly, she really has this sword!

Since there is this sword, why did she not take action when she was pressing step by step, but was killed by the old spirit that looked like her son?

"Why? Why exactly?"

"Because only in the eyes of people can there be a burden of life, and you... are not worthy!" As he spoke, the man with extremely cold eyebrows and eyes pushed forward a little with his fingers.

Feng Weiyi felt pain and finally screamed with all his might: "But I am your mother!"

"My mother is dead! When you killed her, she is dead!"

The same hysteria, but obviously, the man's voice contained endless anger and... bone-to-bone hatred.

When Feng Weiyi heard this, she finally shook violently. In an instant, she seemed to be stupid, staring at the face that looked very similar to her, and never responded again.

It turned out that she "died" after killing the woman in his arms.

In other words, in the past four hundred years, in her son's heart, even if she did something inconsistent to him, he still regarded her as her mother and still regarded her as her alive.

Until just now, she controlled his old spirits with her own hands and asked him to kill her with her own hands!

She finally died, as she wished—

"Wu Rao, listen to me, Wu Rao..." She came to her senses. For the first time, she wanted to catch someone so desperately.

However, her son, her Wurao, only held the blade tightly and pushed it inch by inch into her shadow: "Feng Wurao is dead, too, die with Gu Lingsha!"

After saying that, a red light flashed in his palm, and he slapped hard at the hilt of the sword!

When Feng Weiyi saw it, she finally closed her eyes in great pain.

As a soul, how could she not know? The Sword of Burning Night, which was cultivated with a resentful spirit, only needs a whole sword to penetrate into her body, so that she can never be reborn and become a soul under the sword forever.

Sure enough, this is retribution!

Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and in front of her, she seemed to see the child who had just learned to stagger on Xiangyun Mountain. When she saw her coming, the child with pink and jade stretched out her chubby little hand and ran towards her: "Mom..."

The child, who was not even one year old, had no time to say that word clearly, but when he saw her, the child's eyes as pure and flawless as black jade were full of joy.

But what about her?

She just took a cold look, then shook her sleeves, turned her head and left, completely ignoring the sad voice of the young child crying loudly after seeing her leaving.
Chapter completed!