After Lu Xuyang discovered that his spiritual power was flying, he began struggling to jump upward.

However, at this time, the suction of the abyss was getting bigger and bigger. Instead of failing to escape from this horrible hell, Lu Xuyang was being dragged down more and more.

"No-! I don't want to die!" Lu Xuyang suddenly threw out a piece of golden silk and tied Ouyang Haoxuan to death.

Ouyang Haoxuan wanted to get rid of Lu Xuyang, but his body at the end of the crossbow had no strength.

"Ka-Ka -" That was the sound of the rock on the cliff about to break.

Ouyang Haoxuan's eyes gleamed fiercely, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Suxi to hold his hand, and pulled it fiercely.

"Ouyang Haoxuan————!!!"

"No--!!! You can't let go, I don't want to die--!!!"

Su Xi's eyes widened, and the blood all over his body became cold.

She could only watch, watched as Ouyang Haoxuan fell down holding Lu Xuyang, who was desperately roaring, fell into the vortex that seemed to have a big mouth in the blood basin, and watched him swallowed by lava.

Ouyang Haoxuan didn't even leave a few words, only a faint, indifferent smile.Just as he was already dead and desperate, only Xi Yue's life was warm.

Suxi opened his mouth, only to feel that his voice and breath were frozen.

"Ka-Ka -" sounded like an impulse again.

Huge rubble fell continuously from the top of the cliff, and Zi Ming You Luo desperately wanted to catch something to resist the vortex's suction.

However, what was ushered in was only the mountain walls that kept falling, and the shape of Suxi getting closer and closer to the vortex.

In the whirlpool, the curling heat wave of the sea of ​​lava rose up, as if you could already feel the hot breath.

All the leaves of Ziming Youluo kept shaking, desperately climbing, but finally they couldn't support it and fell down.

When he was in the air, Suxi's heart was not fear but a relief greater than heartlessness.

In this way... well, she doesn't have to live alone, she can go to another world with everyone, okay!

"Xi'er--!"

The trend of falling suddenly, the Ziming Youluo was dragged vigorously, and Suxi's figure was also suspended in the air.

A familiar and hoarse voice came from my ears, with urgency, distress and affection.

Suxi raised his head slowly, his familiar figure and familiar face reflected in his eyes.

That was Nangong Yu, dressed in a red wedding dress, but covered with embarrassment.

His face was pale, there were wounds all over his body, and blood was still on the corners of his mouth, but he finally rushed to his side.

This nightmare night, she lost almost everything from one step of heaven to one step of hell.

But after all, there was him, the man he loved so much, and her husband who decided to join hands with him.

"Nangong Yu——" Suxi cried out like a whimper crying low, and thought that the tears that had been dried up surging down violently, as if to try all her grievances, all grief and hatred.

Nangong Yu gasped for breath, entangled with purple vines in one hand, and held Feng Longjian in the other, and flew down towards Puxi quickly.

The sea of ​​lava like the hell of a red lotus, the vortex that swallowed people, and the huge suction, all of which seemed to him useless at all.

His eyes were full, only the bride he had found.

He was almost, almost just the beloved he was about to lose.

Nangong Yu's eyes were full of tenderness, and his eyes flashed a terrible red light.