Gu Fenghua only felt a sharp pain in her heart. It seemed that the shadow of swords stabbed the old man hard at the same time.

Her body suddenly lightened, and swept into the void like a meteor. The scene that made her heart ache was finally gone, and only countless stars flew past her eyes.

Gu Fenghua turned his head and saw a beautiful face. This is a young woman, delicate Emei, deep eyes, straight nose, perfect can not find a lack of limit, but there is a kind of enchanting beauty. She gazed at herself deeply, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were full of sorrow and guilt.

Next to him was a young man with a handsome and resolute face. He had the dignity that men of the same age could not match. Looking at the young woman and himself, his eyes were full of pity.

More than ten men in battle armor stood around and could not see their faces clearly, but they could see the crisscross scars from the broken battle armor. At the same time, they could feel their firmness and solemn and stirring.

Gu Fenghua suddenly reacts. What they are looking at is not themselves, but the silence of night clouds. This is the scene of his family's destruction and his escape from heaven to the celestial continent under the escort of his parents and guards.

Gu Fenghua's heart, as if instantly broken, blood dripping, pain into the soul.

A slender and powerful hand came to his eyes. Gu Fenghua raised his head and saw the beautiful face of yeyunji. A black air enveloped him, and the fire of Tathagata from prison was burning fiercely, full of the smell of killing. That pair of eyes, which once had infinite tenderness, became dark, showing a faint blue halo, deep and cold, just like the abyss of death.

At this time, the night cloud silence, become so strange, and so daunting. The smell of darkness and killing also made her feel a bit of instinctive exclusion.

However, Gu Fenghua has a smile, holding the palm that seems to be burning black flame. There was no hesitation, no fear, as she had done before.

Gu Fenghua knows that there is a secret hidden in yeyunji, but no matter what the secret is, no matter what he becomes, he is still yeyunji, which has been deeply imprinted on the spirit and connected with her blood!

Fingertips touch each other, the black flame on the night cloud stillness body quickly extinguishes, disappears, a pair of abyss like eyes also restore as usual, the face shows the familiar smile again. However, Gu Fenghua's heart trembled fiercely.

At this moment, the hearts of the two people are really linked together, as if they are in perfect harmony. It's hard to separate each other any more. She feels his hidden pain and missing more clearly.

She suddenly understood, why night cloud quiet clear know holy heart Xuan soul of the art is so dangerous, but still teach this secret art to her.

Seeing his grandfather's tragic death in front of his eyes, seeing his parents pass away one after another, seeing the guards pay their lives for him one by one, and then staying alone in Wuji holy heaven, how helpless and sad his heart should be.

On the surface, he is rich and aloof from the outside world. He regards everything as a mole ant, but like Lu Linfeng, he is also burdened with too much expectation and too much unwillingness in his heart.

To Lu Linfeng, they are more compassionate, and night cloud silence, more is sympathizing with each other, in Lu Linfeng's body, he saw himself. Therefore, even though he knew that the magic of the sacred heart was very dangerous, he was still willing to help him.