Chapter 5465

Xuanyuan Xing, who was in the blood clotting, stared round. He didn't know whether it was because of the color of the clotting or because of too much anger.

As Jiang Yun's elder martial brother, he, Dongfang Bo and situ Jing once had four lives with Jiang Yun.

Although they are now separated from each other, they can have a sense of soul from each other.

And now, this kind of induction has been broken!

Plus the seven words said by Jiang Gongwang, xuanyuanxing also heard clearly, so at the moment, he wants to go out from the blood clotting fat and want to find Jiang Yun.

However, Ji Kongfan's words and the palm pressed on his shoulder made him gradually calm down and close his eyes again.

Indeed, his strength is too weak. Even if the person who killed Jiang Yun stood in front of him, he can't avenge Jiang Yun at all.

Seeing xuanyuanxing finally calmed down, Ji Kongfan looked up at him and said, "senior, is Jiang Yun really dead?"

Forgetting old shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"But the Jiang clan can sense Jiang Yun's blood connection. Since even Jiang Gongwang says so, he should have had an accident."

Ji Kongfan nodded and said, "please send me out!"

"What are you going to do?" he asked

Ji Kongfan smiled and said, "I said, go kill!"

"If Jiang Yun is really dead, I'll kill some of his enemies and hold a memorial ceremony for him. If he's still alive, I'll train my hands for the upcoming competition!"

The voice fell, and Ji Kongfan had stepped out of the blood clot.

As Ji Kongfan walked out, there was a vortex around his body, which sent out a breath that moved him.

For this breath, forgetting old is no stranger. It is... The breath of silence!

At the moment, Ji Kongfan seems to have become the silent patriarch who once dominated the region again!

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Not only the hundred nationalities alliance, but also the shock of Jiang Yun's death. Even all the plants in the four areas of Tibet suddenly shook up without wind at this moment.

Especially in a jungle, the whole trunk of an insignificant tree trembled slightly.

Naturally, this is an immortal tree!

She gave Jiang Yun an immortal leaf, and she could always be in touch with the immortal leaf.

Now, she can't feel the smell of immortal leaves.

The voice of the demon slaughtering emperor never killed the tree and said, "there are few people who can kill Jiang Yun. Is it because he went to some special place that you can't feel?"

The shaking of the immortal tree was more violent, obviously telling the demon butcher that it was not what he thought.

The demon slaughtering emperor sighed and then said, "if Jiang Yun really falls, the whole fantasy domain, including the four boundary Tibet, will not be safe."

"In this way, I will immediately let my Buddha return, untie the demon seal in your body and help you... Become emperor."

Just as the voice of the demon Slayer fell, the demon refiner suddenly looked up and looked up, and then walked quietly in a certain direction.

In addition to the immortal trees, Dongfang Bo, who was sleeping in the depths of the imperial mausoleum, suddenly moved gently.

This made Dongfang ling'er, who had always been at his side, hurried to look over and found that Dongfang Bo's face was distorted and his forehead was covered with sweat, just like a nightmare.

Dongfang linger said softly, "brother Dongfang, it's okay. It's okay. You're dreaming. Nothing happened."

I don't know whether Dongfang linger's voice had an effect or Dongfang Bo's nightmare had disappeared. His face returned to normal, but his mouth gently made a dreamy voice: "old four, it's gone!"

In the ancient land of the bitter domain, even in a world of the illusory real domain, the two ancient faces changed suddenly at this moment.

The silent emperor, who always sat next to Gu Bulao, sensed the abnormality of Gu Bulao, opened his eyes and looked at Gu Bulao and said, "it's rare to see you lose your attitude!"

Gu Bu Lao ignored the ridicule of the silent emperor, but kept saying in his heart, "why did the ancient mark I gave yun'er suddenly disappear?"

As for the ancient not old in the ancient land, he suddenly opened his mouth slowly and said, "ancient wax and ancient candle, you two immediately go to the magic real area to find the trace before the cloud fell."

"It's best to find the person who killed him. If you can't find it, write this account on the head of the original family, destroy the hundred realms of the illusory real domain, kill a clan of the original family and see yun'er off!"

As Gu Bulao's voice fell, a man's voice sounded beside him: "Zungu, I'm afraid it's wrong?"

"We don't care, but this will inevitably lead to the original family's revenge. You have endured it until now..."

Without waiting for the man's voice to finish, Gu Bu Lao interrupted: "I'm Jiang Yun's master. If I don't want to bear it, why do you need to go to the fantasy realm? Go quickly!" Two voices suddenly sounded: "yes!" Gu Bu Lao slowly closed his eyes. In the bitter realm, at a special entrance to the illusory realm, two figures rushed in as fast as lightning. They didn't notice. Behind them, there was a vague figure, staring at them. Until the two figures entered the fantasy realm, the fuzzy figure did not have any action. It just stood there quietly and said leisurely: "Ren Zun, Ren Zun, although this fantasy realm is already your world, it's not so easy for you to rob my fruit!" In an area full of light bands of various colors, a figure was walking fast. Suddenly, the figure stumbled, stopped, suddenly looked back and looked behind him. The endless light fell on her face. It was situ Jing. Situ Jing naturally felt that the feeling with Jiang Yun had been broken, making her face pale and murmuring, "have you finally made a move?" But just then, her eyes suddenly coagulated, the look in her eyes disappeared and became numb. A moment later, she nodded numbly and said, "yes, father!" At the same time, in the bitter region, the vague figure disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Lost in the tree, a dead silence. Songjue dance looked at Jiang Yun's standing position without expression. No one knew what she was thinking in her heart. However, for the ending of Jiang Yun's murder, songjue dance has obviously expected it for a long time. If other people were killed, songjue dance could at least show some sympathy or sadness. But the person who was killed was Jiang Yun, but song Jue dance didn't dare to show the slightest expression. Because she couldn't let Yun Xihe see it, which caused Yun Xihe to doubt himself. Yunxi and the same look calm, took a look at the fire that had fallen out of the statue, but he didn't do it again. After that, he looked at songjue dance and said, "where is the lost main fruit?" Song Jue dance stretched out his hand and pointed to Jiang Yun. He said faintly, "he robbed me. Now, it should have disappeared." Yunxihe's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at the location where Jiang Yun disappeared, but didn't say anything. He turned around, left the body of the lost tree and appeared in the sky of the ancestral world. The vague figure still there hurried forward and bowed to Yun Xihe. He didn't dare to ask. Yunxi and a faint way: "Jiang Yun is dead. Close this lost ancient world!" After saying that, Yun Xihe ignored the disappearance of the blurred figure, turned around again and disappeared. Therefore, he did not see that after he said this sentence, the body of the blurred figure suddenly trembled heavily, and stretched out his hand to cover his chest. The vague figure was distorted for a while, and its body was shaky. It seemed that it could not even stand firm until it finally sat down in nothingness and opened its mouth with a mouthful of blood. With the gush of blood, his vague figure appeared a trace of clarity. But he didn't realize it. In his white eyes, tears couldn't stop. He stared at the blood he vomited, blurred his eyes and murmured, "why?"“ Why did my heart hurt so much when I heard the news of Jiang Yun's death? " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.