Chapter 503 Grief

The shocking melee ended like this. There was thick plasma everywhere, incomplete corpses everywhere, and the air was filled with strong blood and a sad smell.

After a melee, the suzerain of Yuxia and other disciples were completely destroyed, and more than 20 people fell on the Yan Fairy side.

Fairy Yan stood quietly on the ground, motionless, lost her soul, her eyes were dull, and her green silk was messy. Her white clothes had long been dyed red, and her blood fell down.

"Immortal Goddess...Immortal Goddess..."

Thirty-six fairies in white all looked at Yan Xianzi with great worry. They did not dare to approach her and only waited for afar to call. However, Yan Xianzi seemed to hear nothing, and she was still demented and stupid.

"Oh, my God... Xiaoyan has lost her soul. What should I do?" Looking at the appearance of Fairy Yan, the little thing touched his forehead with his furry little claws.

The 36 fairies in white and the remaining strong practitioners stood there and were helpless, and the dead mouse was even more anxious to run up and down. When they knew that Fairy Yan had not actually abandoned Hong Yu, the dead mouse made a 180-degree turn to her attitude towards her.

Hong Yu's death this time is different from the last time Yan Xianzi hurt him with her own hands. Yan Xianzi can hold the light and will never really kill Hong Yu. This time, it is different. In front of her eyes, Juesheng directly erased Hong Yu with Shennong Ding.

Such a blow really completely destroyed her mind. She was stupidly there, her eyes were empty, and she had no perception of everything around her.

"Oh, Xiao Yuyu is here!" Finally, the little thing flew to Yan Xianzi's shoulder and howled in her ear.

This move was really effective. Yan Xianzi returned to her soul in an instant. The mouth of the sedan chair opened slightly and said blankly, "Oh, Xiao Yuyu... Xiao Yuyu..."

"Little brother!" Yan Xianzi suddenly exclaimed sadly, put her hands into the thick plasma on the ground, and groped crazily.

"What is she doing?" Looking at her inexplicable movements, little things and dead mice, and other cultivation strong men were stunned. Could it be that... As soon as Hong Yu died, the infinite goddess really went crazy?

"Oh, Xiaoguai thought of it. It was Xiao Yuyu. Xiao Yanyan was looking for the Shennong Ding." The little thing reacted first and hurriedly said, "Everyone, help me find it."

Before the melee, everyone saw with their own eyes that Juesheng directly sucked Shennong Ding into his body after receiving Hong Yu with Shennong Ding. Although the Shennong Ding is just an imitation, its strength is also a sight. It is impossible to destroy it just now. Now Juesheng has become a pile of meat mud, and Shennong Ding must still be here.

In the thick flesh and blood, a small golden tripod, only an inch high, lies quietly there.

"Little brother..."

A pair of slender hands full of plasma trembled and grabbed it slowly and held it tightly in the palm of their hands.

In this small golden tripod, it was filled with Hong Yu and an extremely heavy love. Yan Xianzi held it tightly, her delicate body trembled, and tears surged like a spring. The shameless little brother, the smart little brother, the little brother who killed everywhere, actually lay in such a small tripod only an inch high at this moment. .

"Ah..."

Yan Xianzi looked up to the sky and roared sadly, and her voice went straight to the nine heavens. Three thousand green silks flew with infinite sadness. With a touch, she knelt heavily on the ground and almost cracked the ground.

Her delicate fragrant shoulders trembled gently, and she heard the sound of her heartbreak, falling one after another. She is an infinite goddess in the eyes of the world. She is worldly cultivated, detached and admired by thousands of people, but at this time, she is as fragile as a baby.

No one knows how to persuade her, but to let her cry there, and the little things and dead mice have always been around Hong Yu. Now that Hong Yu dies, they are also very sad. How can they comfort the fairy?

This is already the fifth of the ninety-ninth, and it is infinitely far away from the end of the ninety-ninth. Next, Yan Xianzi put the Shennong Ding in her arms, put it close to her heart, and led the strong practitioners to continue on the road to the ninety-nine ultimate.

The little thing and the dead mouse did not leave. One stood on Yan Xianzi's shoulder and the other was held in her arms. They were Hong Yu's pets before his death. All Yan Xianzi was very kind to them, and Yan Xianzi was Hong Yu's daughter-in-law. All the little things and dead mice also decided to follow her to the ultimate of the 99th road to help her compete. To the ancient tree of life.

However, the two mythical beasts that lost Hong Yu no longer saw their previous demeanor. They just accompanied Yan Xianzi listlessly, and Yan Xianzi herself was also pale and haggard a lot overnight. The charm of the past no longer existed. Sometimes, she would take out an inch-high tripod from her arms and look at it stunned. God, it hurts a lot.

"God Rat, I want to hear about what happened after my little brother left the 100,000 mountains of Nanman in the past." Fairy Yan raised her jade hand and patted the dead mouse on Xiang's shoulder.

The dead mouse stood on Yan Xianzi's fragrant shoulder and nodded the pointed mouse's head: "In the past, after we left the 100,000 mountains of southern barbarians, we went to the nine-story magic tower in the Antarctic Jedi, took the silver dew little girl and grandson, and went directly to Warcraft Island..."

"Silver Dew? Who is Yinlu?" Yan Xianzi couldn't help frowning her slender willow eyebrows.

"It's the daughter-in-law of Hong Yu's bastard, ah... No, no, they are just a very pure relationship between men and women." The dead mouse hurriedly changed his words.

Is the relationship between men and women still pure? Looking at the appearance of a dead mouse, Yan Xianzi only felt funny in her heart and sighed helplessly, "My daughter-in-law is my daughter-in-law. I, Yan Ruyu, am not jealous. Besides, there are many little brothers and daughters-in-law, which only shows his charm."

"Yes, that's right!" For Yan Xianzi's open-mindedness, the dead mouse was a little surprised. He moved his body on Yan Xianzi's fragrant shoulder and continued, "After going to Warcraft Island, we lived there and practice and refine medicine at ease. When we had enough cultivation, we directly killed the monks in the three battle paths of Warcraft Island. The mouse said, Yan Xiaonyu, you don't know how majestic we were when we were in the monk's war path. It's really cool for me to rely on his uncle. I know that now, I still miss those days..."

The dead mouse is born with a mouthful. After its description of the experience in the monk's battle path, it becomes extremely thrilling and full of strangeness.

Listening, a pair of beautiful eyes leisurely appeared with a look of yearning. She took out Shennong's little tripod, gently kissed her charming red lips on it, and said with great regret: "It's a pity that I couldn't encounter this experience with my little brother..."