The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

After he finished speaking, Qian Che waved his hand and Qian Yi, covered in blood but without a breath, appeared in front of them.

Qian Che placed all his hopes on Ye Wanqing, simply because she was Ye Wanqing, the destined dragon girl, and the person Qian Yi had in his heart.

"I beg you, save him."

Qian Che at this moment was completely different from the one who was possessed by the devil and full of strange aura. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he had aged by dozens of years. The enchanting mark on his forehead had quietly disappeared, but his originally black hair had turned completely white at this moment.

A tear oozed from the corner of Qian Che's eye, fell to the ground and disappeared.

Ye Wanqing's heart sank as she walked closer to Qian Yi step by step. At this moment, there was no breath in his body, not even a trace of life. He was truly dead, and even if her master came, it would be of no use.

She didn't expect that Qian Yi, who had given her a drop of his heart blood to protect her not long ago, was now dead.

Ye Wanqing closed her eyes tightly, and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye unconsciously, but her mind kept recalling what had happened between them in the Tianling Realm. When they were in the Tianling Realm, Qian Yi had been her best friend, and they had a life-long friendship.

"He has lost all hope. Even I..."

"No, no!" Qian Che's expression suddenly became agitated, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You have a way. You are the Destined Dragon Girl, the darling of Heaven, bearing the fate of the Great Dao. You must have a way. Please, please save Qian Yi. It's me who should die, not him."

Qian Che kowtowed to Ye Wanqing, his pride as the lord of the Xuan clan completely trampled under his feet. His forehead was covered with blood and dust. He had only one thought, he just wanted Qian Yi to live, even if it meant exchanging one life for another.

Just now, when he got Fengzi's blood and rushed back to the Xuan Clan, he saw Qian Yi lying on the bed covered in blood, with no breath of life in his body. At that moment, he really wanted everyone to be buried with Qian Yi.

If it wasn't for the Xuan Clan, how could he have been injured? If it wasn't for the Ming Clan who harmed him, how could he have been injured? So they all deserved to die!

But when Qian Che lost his mind and saw Ye Wanqing appear before him, it was like grasping at the last straw. He had always known that Ye Wanqing was an extraordinary person.

He could only beg her, perhaps it was really a miracle that Qian Yi was still thinking about the person he loved. He didn't want to take revenge anymore, nor did he want to know who his enemy was. He just wanted Qian Yi to be alive.

Ye Wanqing looked up at the sky, and put the divine power in her hands into her eyes. She saw a strange light flash, and she saw that the sky was full of death and wronged souls.

This is enough to prove that the Xuanming War was caused by a deception, which led to the injustice suffered by thousands of subjects.

Qian Che was covered in strange aura. It was a miracle that he still had some sanity left.

Ye Wanqing lightly tapped the divine power in his hand and muttered something. Suddenly, a water mirror appeared in front of everyone, and inside the water mirror was a scene of several people coming to the Xuan clan's territory, killing people and injuring Qian Yi.

And those people were not from the underworld at all, but were demon-luring people filled with evil spirits.

Ye Wanqing didn't know what she saw. Her heart trembled and her hands began to shake, because the man in the lead looked exactly like Zhijiao.

Junior brother, what should you do after such a bloody crime has occurred?

Ye Wanqing paused, her expression uncertain as she thought of something. She glanced at Qian Che, her expression complex. "You saw it too. It was the demon-inducing people who came to the Xuan Clan's territory and started a massacre, not the Nether Clan. You were deceived and caused this disaster."

"The one who invited the demon in was naturally at fault." Ye Wanqing closed her eyes, as if unwilling to face the situation. "I will make him bear the consequences, but you..."

"You have committed too many sins of killing, and have gone astray, becoming possessed by evil spirits and being corrupted by the evil spirits. The Xuanming and Ming clans are nearly destroyed because of you, and Qian Yi's soul is not only scattered."

"Even if I borrow the power of the Great Dao and the Mysterious Nether Grass, it will be useless without the tacit approval of the Heavenly Dao. Moreover, this is an act that goes against the will of Heaven. Unless..."

Qian Che's expression brightened. "You said, unless something happens, I will pay any price. I just hope he can live."

Ye Wanqing looked towards the sky, not knowing what she saw, but a hint of compassion flashed across her face.

"The conflict between the Xuanming and Ming clans has always existed, but it has intensified because of you. The Heavenly Dao prohibitions and the strange energy are even more formidable rivals. Cause and effect will eventually return, and there will be consequences for every cause. From another perspective, Qian Yi has taken the consequences for you."

Qian Che's eyes flickered, and he slowly stood up, "I understand."

He thought that if he tied Qian Yi to his side, he would be with him forever. In the end, it was his own obsession that harmed him.

Qian Che looked around, and all the strange aura in his body disappeared at this moment. He approached the unconscious and breathless Qian Yi, his expression full of affection.

He carefully wiped away the blood that had been stained on Qian Yi's face at some point, looked at the bloodless corners of his lips, and slowly approached.

But he stopped silently at the last inch, Qian Che's lips curled up slightly, a bitter smile flashed across his face, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye into Qian Yi's palm.

"Forget it, brother, you'll be angry."

As he finished speaking, a bright light flashed on Qian Che's body, and his figure continued to dissipate. He looked at Ye Wanqing, and a complex expression flashed across his face.

"I will bear the consequences of my actions, even at the cost of my life force. Please save him."

Ye Wanqing sighed softly, clenched and unclenched her right hand, and nodded slightly.

Qian Che looked back at Qian Yi, and wanted to slowly stroke his cheek with his right hand, but at the moment when he was about to touch it, his figure completely disappeared into thin air, leaving only a brother bell.

At this moment, the hazy color in the sky dissipated in an instant, and the endless wronged souls and strange aura disappeared. The feather in Ye Wanqing's hand turned into a strange light and went towards the sky. The wind and clouds changed, thunder and lightning struck, and the endless power of the avenue was wrapped in it.

Everyone only knows that the two Xuanming tribes jointly guard the Xuanming grass, but the Xuanming grass is made of the power of the Heavenly Dao. The two Xuanming tribes guard it, so naturally both tribes bear some of the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Just like the Hades Clan, the Phoenix has been their main religion for generations, and their greatest secret is that it allows the inheritor of the Phoenix vein who possesses the power of the Great Dao to smelt the Phoenix marrow.

The Xuan Clan also has a hidden secret of restrictions, which is that if the current Xuan Clan leader exchanges all his vitality, he can make a deal with the Heavenly Dao restriction and bring infinite vitality.

Although the vitality in Ye Wanqing's body can save the world, it cannot save so many wronged souls. What's more, it is very damaging to her mental strength.

If it weren't for Qian Yi, if it weren't for her junior brother, and if she wanted him to suffer less consequences later, Ye Wanqing would rarely use this power, because it was an act against the will of heaven. Fortunately, she had now smelted the dragon marrow, which could minimize the damage to her mental strength.

Ning Yu flew back from the sky, carrying with him the powerful force of heaven and vitality, and the light spread and dispersed throughout the world.

The sky was changing, and the vitality was reappearing. All the armies of the Xuanming and Ming clans that had just been destroyed by Qian Che's strange energy in the Xuanming War gradually recovered.

Qian Yi sensed something, and a tear fell silently from the corner of his eye. When he opened his eyes, he had two brother bells in his hands.

One is his, and the other is Qian Che's.