The wind is cold and the highest point of the ninth peak is the place with the greatest sound.

Eighty-one candles were burning, and the flames were tilted in the direction of the wind, shaking, but they were forever dead.

A stick of incense lasts, but it seems as long as a century.

Lesang held Dongfang Liyuan's hand tightly, held his breath and counted the time carefully.

It’s not that she didn’t see Ling Xuehan’s final look, but that look she couldn’t give any response and never gave it to her.

"Li Yuan, do you regret it?" Suddenly, Lesang turned his head and looked at Dongfang Li Yuan with deep meaning.

Dongfang Liyuan paused for a moment, looked back at her, and said resolutely, "Don't regret it."

Lesang didn't ask any more questions, but a faint smile appeared between his lips.

What will God do? How can God do to Li Yuan?

The eighty-one candles were wiped out, but it was just his method.

"Do you think he won the game between me and him?"

Looking at Ling Xuehan from afar, Dongfang Liyuan's lips cursed and sarcastically.

Ling Xuehan had already lost and was defeated!

"Why?" Lesang looked at him in confusion.

As long as Ling Xuehan becomes the Holy Lord, their Northwest Agreement will naturally be clear in their victory or defeat.

Dongfang Liyuan looked at her deeply without explaining.

The time for a stick of incense is here.

Ninety-nine eighty-one candles, one has not yet died.

The ninth peak was stirring again, but Lesang, who learned the news, was not too excited.

It seems that the ending has been expected, but it seems that the ending is not that important to her.

Ling Xuehan is not Dongfang Liyuan. What is his result has nothing to do with her after all.

Compared with the eight elders, each of them is complicated.

No one expected such an ending, nor was anyone ready for it.

"I promised you, I did it."

Ling Xuehan came down from the altar and walked towards Yao Lao.

The destiny of heaven has been settled. He is now the ruler of the entire holy realm, but his face is not even happy.

Yao Lao nodded. Before curing his demon poison, he asked him to agree to a condition.

This condition is to let him rule the entire holy realm and become the holy master of the holy realm.

Ling Xuehan had no reason to refuse.

Yao Lao had already known Dongfang Liyuan’s thoughts, Dongfang Liyuan would not be this holy master.

Even if he has the ability, he will subdue the eight elders.

But he was willing to return to his hometown for the sake of her clean and honesty.

Just because I don't want him to wait any longer.

"Li Yuan, don't you mind if I go and say goodbye to him, do you?"

Le Sang looked at Ling Xuehan Xiaozhang's back in a vain and suddenly let go of Dongfang Liyuan's hand.

Dongfang Liyuan immediately lowered his face and held her hand again, "Go together."

Lesang couldn't help but smile and nodded.

She thought he didn't want to say goodbye to Ling Xuehan.

The wind on the ninth peak is very strong, so it is so confusing.

"You are here." Ling Xuehan turned his back to the two of them, and Yao Lao, who was standing opposite him, first saw Lesang and Dongfang Liyuan, and smiled while touching his beard.

These juniors are not ordinary people, and they like them very much.

Dongfang Liyuan and Lesang nodded to Yao Lao at the same time and signaled.

The wind blew up the blood-cold hair and covered the head of black hair. The long figure was thin but extremely tall.

He slowly turned around, his face as cold as he had when he first met.

"Congratulations to the Crown Prince, the northwest will be your jurisdiction in the future." Dongfang Liyuan raised his eyes and met Ling Xue's cold and frosty face. He still did not hesitate to congratulate him.

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Chapter completed!