Even Mu Yan, who is used to seeing the wind and rain and thinks he has a heart of stone, can't help reddening his eyes. She closed her eyes and sat down slowly across the ruins. Demon Qin appeared on her knee, ten fingers slowly moving【 Start! But this time, it's not that the vitality of heaven and earth and one's own body are excessively given to the dying. But over to those who spread in the air. The music of the zither, like a stream, washes through the city which is stained with sin and blood. The sound of the zither is like a breeze, blowing the scarred bodies and souls of these women. The sound of the piano is like sunlight, shining to every corner, dispelling the darkness and ushering in the light. Benevolence of saints benefits the world. I give my life yuan for you to get rid of the shackles and reincarnate. I come to fulfill my promise to send you home. The sentimental music is more and more loud and moving. Countless energy from the demon Qin fly to the void, winding on what, a little bit of cleansing, a little bit of blending. All of a sudden, something fluttered down in the sky. The woman in Fusang City couldn't help looking up and looking through the whirling tears. I do not know when, the sky began to float snow. No, it's not a snowflake. White, crystal clear, like dew, like snow. When I reach for it, it will float like fog. It's... A purified ghost. Mu Yan's face was pale, and the crystal perspiration wet the hair on his forehead. But she didn't care at all, looking at more and more "flying snow" in the void. The corners of the mouth evoke a shallow smile, and the music flowing out of the fingers becomes more and more gentle. Even if the spiritual power in the body is almost exhausted. Even with enough Shouyuan to compensate. She doesn't care. Because she promised these people that she would free them and send them home. Suddenly, Mu Yan felt that she was touched lightly on her cheek. Then, I heard a voice that seemed to have nothing. Soft, far away, like from the horizon“ Jun Muyan, thank you... "Second“ Thank you... "Third time“ Thank you, let us free... "" thank you, keep the promise. "“ Our nightmare... Is over. " With that touch, like a kiss. Countless "snowflakes" began to change direction to her body. A strange energy is injected into Mu Yan's body. Make up all the Shouyuan she consumed, and let her already exhausted spiritual power gather again. Until, the last piece of "Snow" also integrated into her body. Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is a sound of "thank you" and "goodbye". Mu Yan slowly stopped playing the piano and pressed his palm on his chest. The divine sense moved slightly, and in the palm of her hand appeared a crystal clear bead like a teardrop. Muyan can feel that this bead contains powerful energy. But this energy is not spiritual power, not mysterious power, not magic power, not immortal power, not even divine power. What kind of energy is this? Mu Yan is holding a bead to doubt, suddenly the bottom spreads the happy voice of the xiaoyaomen people“ Sixth elder martial sister, are you ok? "“ Little younger martial sister, it's good that you didn't get hurt! " Xiaoyaomen six people fall in front of her, happily looking at her intact. However, the eyes of Luo Yu, Ling Yusheng and Leng Yumo are all red. It is obvious that they have cried.