The cold light of the sword shone for nine days, and the head flew high into the sky with blood!

In the blink of an eye, an eternal scene was created. This scene was filled with blood and sadness, making the universe of immortals fall into silence. Everyone was extremely sad, finding it unbelievable and difficult to accept!

Nangong Zhehua, the most outstanding landlord in the history of Zuihuan Tower, passed away today!

Zhan Ruoyu did not make Nangong Zhehua's last moment of life too painful, and she also fulfilled Nangong Zhehua's last wish. She stretched her right hand forward, the long sword like a rainbow, and the long sword returned to her hand.

A dazzling cold light flashed out, and Nangong Zhehua's head was chopped off.

"No!"

A shrill wail sounded from the Immortal Universe. Bingshuang, the current leader of Bingyun Sect, suddenly let out a heart-rending sound, and tears had already blurred her eyes.

She rushed forward quickly, unable to believe that the person whose head was beheaded was Nangong Zhehua.

"Xiao Shuangshuang, why don't we get together? For you, I can dissolve the most beautiful building!"

"Zui Huanlou and the Bingyun Sect have had a long-standing grudge. It cannot be resolved by your and my strength alone. We are destined to be inseparable. Forget about me. With your current status, you can get better."

"But in my eyes, you are the best. My world has always been dark, and I can endure the darkness. But suddenly one day a beam of light shines into the darkness, and I can no longer endure the darkness.

Yes, for me, you are the light that shines into my dark world, and my world will be wonderful in the future with you."

"Stop talking, it's impossible for us, just leave!"

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow. I really don't want the relationship between you and me to be like 'the falling flower will follow the flowing water, but the flowing water will love the falling flower'."

This was the conversation between Nangong Zhehua and Bingshuang the day before. Unfortunately, some people missed it, and they really missed it.

Today, Nangong Zhehua will no longer have the chance to find Bingshuang, and Bingshuang will no longer have the chance to see the man who is shaking the folding flower fan, has a graceful demeanor but is full of affection for her.

Bingshuang's shrill voice made everyone look at him sideways. Many people knew that this was the person Nangong Zhehua liked. However, because of their identities, they did not get together, and they might not have another chance in the future.

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"Frost, calm down!"

Seeing Bingshuang trying to rush into the battlefield, Ran Zhu from Bingyun Sect, Dan Ya from Dao Dao Academy, and Yan Lan from Corpse Exorcist Sect all rushed over and stopped her.

It's not that they are heartless, but it's because Bingshuang is really not suitable to enter the battlefield at this time, and they are also very sad for Bingshuang. Lovers can't get married. This is such a sad thing.

What's more, for Yan Lan, Dan Ya and others, Nangong Zhehua is still their best friend, and they have a life-or-death relationship.

"Nangong!"

At this time, Wuming, who was on the edge of the battlefield, suddenly clenched his fists and his breathing became rapid. Nangong Zhehua died tragically, which made him extremely sad.

In fact, he was not the only one who was sad. Seeing the tragic death of Nangong Zhehua, all the cultivators in the Immortal Universe were filled with sadness.

At this moment, everyone in the Immortal Universe felt an unacceptable feeling, and even felt that the entire starry sky had dimmed, and a melancholy atmosphere rose up, filling the starry sky, but in the end there was no way to recover.

Daozi, Huineng, Luo Jiutian and others all had tears in their eyes. They wanted to cry loudly and cry for Nangong to fold flowers, but they couldn't.

As the ancestors of a religion and the leaders of a sect, they cannot cry at all now, and even have to suppress their sadness in their hearts.

There are too many people looking at them and pointing at them. If they collapse, the impact on the people below will be unimaginable.

Furthermore, this is only the first battle between the two universes. In the following time, there will be forty-eight battles between the two universes.

"Hahaha... Wuming, it seems that the people in your Immortal Universe are not very good. Just one of you has died. It seems that more of you will die next."

Arrogant laughter rang out, and Messenger Jin looked at Wuming with pleasure. What he said made all the cultivators in the Immortal Universe angry and filled with murderous intentions!

However, facing the hateful eyes of the cultivators of the Immortal Universe, the Golden Messenger behaved calmly, with a smile on his face from beginning to end.

He is not afraid of the hateful looks cast by the cultivators of the Immortal Universe towards him. In his opinion, no matter how fierce the looks are, they cannot kill anyone.

Moreover, in his heart, he seems to enjoy this feeling very much. The enemy's pain is the source of his current happiness!

"snort!"

Wuming snorted coldly, then withdrew his gaze, and walked into the battlefield full of sentimentality, without even looking at the golden envoy.

"Wu Ming, what are you going to do?" Seeing Wu Ming's actions, the golden messenger shouted sharply.

"Collecting the corpse, why do you want to stop me?"

The moment he raised his head, Wuming's eyes, as deep as the starry sky, suddenly turned scarlet red, and his ruthless gaze was like a knife, directed at the golden messenger.

At this moment, the starry sky was silent, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold murderous intention coming from Wuming's body swept across the entire starry sky like a howling cold wind.

At the same time, lights and shadows flew around Wuming's body, and many horrific scenes of extinction appeared, such as mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the fall of immortals and gods, etc.

Undoubtedly, Wuming at this time is extremely dangerous, like an active volcano about to erupt. Once it erupts, it will destroy the world and cause mass extinction of all living things.

"Just don't interfere with the competition process." Being stared at by Wuming's terrifying eyes that seemed to be cannibalistic, the golden messenger immediately felt the threat of death.

To be honest, he didn't know what Wuming had experienced in the past, and he didn't know why his gaze was so compelling, but now he was really scared and extremely timid.

However, due to his identity, he could not admit it so easily. Seeing Wuming retract his gaze, he said with ridicule, "What's the use of collecting the corpse? Do you still expect him to survive?"

"Believe it or not, if you don't shut up, I will personally take action to shut you up!" Wuming looked at the golden messenger coldly, and cast his cannibalistic gaze towards him again.

At this moment, the nameless murderous intent surges into the sky and the earth. If his previous murderous intent is still brewing, boiling, and accumulating, then his current murderous intent is already exploding. The rolling icy murderous intent is surging, majestic, ups and downs, surging, and will evolve at any time.

A fatal attack!

Wuming's strength made the atmosphere here suddenly tense. People who knew him knew that Wuming was not just joking. If the golden messenger didn't shut up, Wumi would really take action.

At the thought of Wuming taking action, everyone became nervous. Just like the sad atmosphere before, a condensed and depressing atmosphere suddenly rose, making everyone feel that breathing became difficult, as if their throats were being strangled.

Same.

However, at this moment, Zhan Ruoyu suddenly made a surprised sound and said, "Well, what's going on?"

It was at this time that Zhan Ruoyu spoke, breaking the tense atmosphere in the field, which also made the pressure on the Jin messenger immediately dissipate.

"Um?"

At this time, Wuming's eyes were no longer on Messenger Jin. He looked solemnly at the field, or to be precise, at Nangong Zhehua's body.

For some reason, the sound of sacrifices actually sounded there, and an altar of light and shadow slowly appeared under his body. The sounds of sacrifices surrounded his body, as if to see him off and grieve for him.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden situation. They didn't know what happened. Could it be that Nangong Zhehua had other unusual identities? Otherwise, how could such a thing happen after death.

Under people's gaze, the altar quickly took shape. In the center of the altar was Nangong Zhehua's body, and what shocked people was that Nangong Zhehua's head, which had been chopped off and flew out, was also dangling.

It flew back to its original place.

"Is it possible that he will come back alive?" Messenger Jin looked gloomy, and was also shocked by this sudden situation.

Under people's gaze, the sacrificial sounds coming from Nangong Zhehua became louder and louder, and spiritual shadows appeared, chanting to them. The sound was ethereal, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, as if coming from the clouds.

The wonderful voice of the fairy came.

Then, people saw the spiritual shadows coming from nowhere, as well as the altar holding Nangong Zhehua, all of which instantly collapsed and turned into rays of light, wrapping Nangong Zhehua's body.

In the end, Nangong Zhehua disappeared, replaced by a huge cocoon of light. The light on it alternated between disillusionment and disillusionment, sometimes red, sometimes golden... It looked very magical.

"Wu Ming take me away, I'm going to undergo a transformation." Suddenly, Nangong Zhehua's voice rang in Wu Ming's ears, which surprised Wu Ming. This guy was actually still alive.

But when Wuming asked, Nangong Zhehua's voice disappeared. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and there was no response.

During this process, Wuming didn't waste any time. He moved directly to the light cocoon about ten feet in size and took it into his inner world with a wave of his hand.

"Wu Ming, you..." Messenger Jin hesitated. He felt that something was wrong with the situation, but he couldn't explain what was wrong.

"Why, it's not enough to collect the corpses. You're just a human being if you go back on your word?" Wuming couldn't help but sarcastically said.

Afterwards, Wuming returned to his own camp without any hesitation. At the same time, his voice also rang out, saying, "Let's admit defeat in the first match. Let's move on to the second match!"

"That's not right, why do I feel that the scourge Nangong is still alive?" Luo Jiutian said suddenly.

"I feel the same way. Wuming's attitude has changed too quickly. There must be something wrong with it." Daozi touched his chin and expressed his feelings.

"I'll ask around later. It's obviously abnormal for Nangong to have this happen to him. If he really died, he would definitely not be like this," Huineng said.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. It's no wonder that Luo Jiutian and others have such thoughts. After all, they have never seen anyone before this, and they have never heard of anyone who can change after death.

It's an egg, and it's such a big egg.
Chapter completed!