When he was looking for survivors, he rummaged around and accidentally discovered this thing.
Ling Luo's heart felt hot.
She excitedly took the Broken Sword Wangtian from Ming Xiche's hand. It was a magic sword, a supreme magic sword, a magic weapon that could defeat even the deputy king of the demon world, Jue He. At the same time, it was also exclusive to Yu.
Holding the unattractive broken sword, which was only a foot long, with the aura of Yu still lingering on it, a sense of sadness suddenly came to my mind.
Looking at Ling Luo's gloomy expression, Ming Xiche sighed softly, stretched out a hand, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted: "He just took a step first, and the thing fell. You take it."
Just take this Wan Tian and return it to him in the heaven."
"Yes." Ling Luo understood what Ming Xiche meant, she responded and nodded lightly.
Qingcheng Yeling rescued Feng Ranxue and Zi Ning, supported them both, and walked over.
As the queen of the light elves, Feng Ranxue has always been filled with the gentle aura of motherhood. Now that she saw the destruction of the city and the countless casualties, she felt extremely sad.
"This Elf Forest is probably not far from collapse." Mi Suier, the guardian priest of the Light Elf, stood beside Feng Ranxue, her light green eyes full of worry, "I can already feel it.
, a sign that the well of life is drying up.”
A greater disaster is waiting for these elves who have just died.
Zi Ning sighed heavily and said with shame: "It was all the dark elves who were too ignorant at the beginning. They cooperated with the demons and dug their own graves. They dedicated the Well of Life to Jue He, the eternal sinner, to enjoy it as he pleased. Now, with their spiritual power exhausted, the elves
The forest is on the verge of collapse, and we don’t even have an ordinary shelter anymore.”
Ling Luo raised his head, his eyes drifting towards the ruins of the main city of Dongmu, and said: "Let's go to the central temple first, maybe the Well of Life can still be saved."
At this time, what everyone needs is slim hope, not endless despair.
As soon as Ling Luo finished speaking, everyone agreed and everyone left this hell on earth and headed into the city.
*.*.*.*.*.*
The empty battlefield.
The Prison of Shura.
The howling wind was like a ghost weeping.
I don’t know if it’s the yearning of the living or the whimpering of the dead souls.
The stars were dim, and a thin moon hung in the sky, exuding a hazy blood color.
No one noticed that some scattered black light spots were gradually gathering from every corner of the ruins, and finally condensed into an extremely dim dove egg-sized black ball of light under the blood moon.
Mo Yun took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his backhand. Using this forbidden magic from the demon world really consumed too much of his energy.
Fortunately, Lord Juehe's broken consciousness has been pieced together reluctantly.
He held the dim black ball of light in his hand like a treasure and protected it carefully.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Deputy, I'm late. But don't worry, I've found part of your soul's reincarnated body. It looks exactly the same as when you were in the demon world three thousand years ago!"
Although he knew that Vice Lord Juehe was too weak to speak a word, Mo Yun still spoke tirelessly.
"As long as this part of your broken consciousness is put into the body of reincarnation, you can quickly recover! This time, fortunately, Mansha's reincarnation has replaced your heart, otherwise my subordinates would still have lost your heart.
I’m really not sure I can put your broken consciousness back together again.”