Bai Rongyu bit his lips tightly, and his handsome face was filled with sorrow, which made everyone who saw it feel sad.

Next to him, Luo Enen fell to the ground, as if all his energy and spirit were completely drained in an instant, and tears had already fallen on his cheeks.

"Senior Sister Gu!" All the disciples of the school knelt down and sobbed softly.

It was entirely up to Gu Fenghua to leave the holy tomb alive, but when they left safely, she herself stayed in the holy tomb, and she would definitely die in that situation. How could they not be moved or sad for it?

At this moment, everyone's heart seemed to be torn apart, leaving a wound that would never be healed.

Hua Mingyu was also in the crowd, looking at the disappearing teleportation door in a daze. Once upon a time, what he wanted to see most was Gu Fenghua died in front of him. For this, he racked his brains and sweated and worked hard.

However, at this moment, the scene he wanted to see most appeared in front of him. He was not at all happy, only endless sadness and tears fell silently like a flood breaking through the dam.

All around, the main and ministerial historians of the various institutes were also red. Everything they saw before moved everyone. They all knew that if Gu Fenghua had not fought with all his might, all the disciples of the Academic Palace would have been wiped out during this trip to the Holy Tomb.

A Taoist Academy will also decline from this, and it will be cultivated for tens of thousands of years to restore its vitality. After all, every time the Academy recruits genius elites from major sects. In order to find and cultivate these elites, each sect has tried its best. Even if the palace is opened again to recruit disciples, they will not be able to find equally excellent disciples.

There was a long drizzle in the sky, so cold that it seemed as if even God could not bear to see this scene and shed tears of sadness.

Although the teleportation formation had been closed long ago and the teleportation gate had disappeared for a long time, no one left. They either knelt or stood, and stopped on the top of the lonely peak for a long time, allowing the rain to soak their clothes, forming an eternal picture...

Gu Fenghua didn't know what was happening outside, and her eyes were staring at the bolts that were rushing towards her.

Although it was just a blood mist condensed, the shape of this beast was much weaker than that of the original. If it was in full swing, she might not have the power to fight. However, in order to cut off the demon soul mist, she had exhausted her holy energy and was unable to compete with it.

However, Gu Fenghua would not be able to wait for death because of this. Her eyes were still so firm!

The tall beast shadow completely enveloped her, and the sharp beast claws passed by her eyes. Gu Fenghua could even clearly feel the coldness and murderous intent above, as well as the breath of death.

"Zheng..." Her fingers brushed past the strings again.

A wave-like light trace sprinkled away with the clear and high-pitched sound of the piano. It was like a petrified zither, and then it was suddenly paused, and then it couldn't help but retreated continuously.

The water-like light pattern penetrated through it, and its figure became much more illusory.

However, as the last trembling sound of the piano dissipated, the only string "stretched" broke.

Gu Fenghua called out a pity. If the Vermilion Bird's Little Piano is intact, even if he cannot directly kill the Lord of the Lord, he will definitely break through the beast shape condensed by the blood mist in front of him.
Chapter completed!