"Leng Xuan...Leng Xuan..." Looking at the hideous wound, Ling Xuejiu burst into tears and shouted Leng Xuan's name loudly. However, the injured Leng Xuan felt that his consciousness was gradually disappearing along with the blood flowing out, and Ling Xuejiu's cries became extremely distant to him. Not only that, Ling Xuejiu's pear blossom and rainy face became more and more blurred in his eyes. Seeing Leng Xuan's eyes gradually closing, Ling Xuejiu quickly took out a few vials from his arms and put all the medicinal pills in it into Leng Xuan's mouth. These medicinal pills are all healing holy medicines handed down from the Nine Heavens Holy Palace. At this moment, for Leng Xuan's sake, Ling Xuejiu didn't care about the specific effects of those medicinal pills, and only wanted to make Leng Xuan come alive. At this time, Long Lingzi also rushed over from not far away. Seeing Leng Xuan's miserable state, his face immediately sank. After a few moments, he sighed softly and said, "It's useless, his heart is broken... these medicine pills of yours won't work at all." Hearing this, Ling Xuejiu's eyes turned red and said, "Then what should I do? Could it be that? Is there nothing you can do?"

  Long Lingzi shook his head helplessly. If possible, he hoped that the person who died was him, not Leng Xuan. For a long time, he felt that Leng Xuan could surpass other descendants and become the king of the world of self-cultivation. However, the reality is cruel. The fall of Leng Xuan means that this world will completely fall into the hands of the demon emperor. "If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have let him reveal his identity so early." Long Lingzi thought to himself, as long as he gave Leng Xuan enough time, with his talent, he would definitely be able to cultivate the Heaven-Defying Art to the highest level. At that time, even against the demon emperor, there will be a fight. But now it's too late to regret it. He leaned down, patted Ling Xuejiu's back lightly, and comforted: "Sorry and change." Ling Xuejiu, with tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "No, he won't die like this, there must be a way to make him Come back to life." Long Lingzi sighed, "It's already this time, why should you deceive yourself? He's already dead, and even if you can do anything, it's too late." Ling Xuejiu hugged Leng Xuan's gradually icy body. Biting her lip, trying not to cry.

   The two were still together just now, but now they are separated from each other. This kind of change is really hard for her to accept, it is like a strange and sudden dream. Thinking of the past bit by bit, Ling Xuejiu finally couldn't help it and burst into tears. Crystal tears ran down her cheeks and fell drop by drop on Leng Xuan's face, as if she was telling the sadness in her heart. At the same time, the Xuanyang sword not far away made a clanking sound, and seemed to be crying for the master's fall. Looking at Ling Xuejiu, who was distraught, Long Lingzi wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. After a while, Ling Xuejiu raised his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then turned his gaze to Yun Shuisheng in midair. For the culprit who killed Leng Xuan, Ling Xuejiu's eyes were full of hatred. Before Long Lingzi could react, Ling Xuejiu suddenly stretched out and charged towards Yun Shuisheng in midair. Seeing this, Long Lingzi hurriedly shouted, "No, come back soon." However, Ling Xuejiu didn't seem to hear his shouting. At this moment, there was only one thought in her heart, and that was to avenge Leng Xuan.