In Jikun's cry, daytime Yang suddenly stops attacking. Lei Wu and Dao Qingyuan also stop attacking. All the people of Hunyuan sect stop attacking. Then xuanxu and Qiu an also order all the people of shizhenyuan to stop.
The battlefield, which used to be extremely noisy, suddenly became silent and abrupt. It seemed that everyone was not coming to fight, but to see the play. Everyone's eyes were on Jikun. At this time, the last scream of Jikun happened to come.
"Ah I hate it!... "
"Poof..."
Michen's feet had all stepped into Jikun's chest. At the moment when his soul shelled out, the spirit mouse's head stretched out again. It suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed Jikun '.
When Ji Kun was killed, Bai Ling saw it completely. She and Mrs. Jin Gong came to persuade daytime Yang not to fight against shizhenyuan, and told him that they had got some confidential information.
But they came late. When they arrived, the two sides were already in a fierce battle. At this time, it was useless to say anything, so they hid in the dark and watched the development of the situation. They hoped that at the last moment, they could let Hunyuan sect preserve some strength, because the whole martial arts would face a greater bloodbath.
Bai Ling clenched her vermilion lips and turned pale. She was still dressed in gold. She buried her head in Mrs. Jin Gong's arms and wept secretly. At this time, her heart was so painful, sad, regretful and helpless. Mrs. Jin Gong gently stroked her twitching back. Her face was gloomy and showed a lot of pity.
At this moment, all the people who are determined to fight to death suddenly realize that all this is the plot of Jikun and the plot of Xingmo temple, and all of them have become the chess pieces of Jikun and Xingmo temple.
At ordinary times, these people are extremely conceited, but now they are fooled by a suckling and a big devil, which is really unacceptable to them. Especially in daytime Yang, he really wants to find a way to get in, because Jikun is his best disciple and his lifelong hope. At this moment, all his hopes and dreams are shattered.
"Poof..."
During the day, Yang Chaotian spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and people were shaking in the extreme shaking. He had nothing to say, and nothing to say, because it was all his fault. He was sorry to hunyuanzong's hundreds of thousands of dead disciples, and even more sorry to those good brothers who died for Jikun.
There is also that he is sorry for shizhenyuan, Zhan Tiannan, miaofe Xianzong and Qin wuheng. At the moment, he has too many regrets in his heart, which he can't bear. When he wants to fall, he raises his hand and pats it on his head.
Death is perhaps the best relief for him at this time. Just when his palm is about to be real, master fayan stopped him. In master fayan's heart, there are many people dying at this moment, and until now, he also knows that dayyang is the biggest victim.
It's unfair for a victim to atone for his death. Maybe some people think that daytime Yang deserves what he has done, but it's undeniable that he is the one who has been hurt the most by Ji Kun. So master fayan takes action, because he also perceives a big conspiracy. In the later battle, daytime Yang can't be absent.
"If you want to die, fight with the people in the star demon hall. It's worthless for you to die like this!"
After listening to master fayan's words, Yang was as if he was in a daze during the day. He tried his best to support his body and bowed to master fayan's face with gratitude. Then, with a pair of old eyes, he was so angry that he looked at the coming power of the star demon Hall.