When Han Mei was a human, her last breath was filled with the air that was exhaled by dead people.

War brings endless killing, and everyone is indignant. The more they desire peace, the more resentful the person who dies because of war. If it is accompanied by the death of Yinsha, taking such a breath can definitely become a demon and a temple.

And Han Mei is like this. She thought she was dead, but she didn't expect to come back to life again.

Climbing out of the dead, she was still thinking about killing the enemy and establishing a kingdom for her father.

But the facts proved that he won the war but lost the love between father and daughter.

She turned into an immortal monster, withering flowers and plants everywhere she went, the rivers dried up, the world was plagued, and the world lost its original color.

She used to be innocent and a girl she loved, but later she lost too much, and even her father despised her and drove her away.

At that time, she was unable to control the dead air in her body because of her anger. The black mist enveloped the kingdom she conquered, like a chronic poison, killing all the people she had tried her best to protect, in exchange for more new dead air.

After repeatedly absorbing the dead air back and forth, she has come to this day and has become an existence that others do not avoid.

It was not until Liuyan appeared that her dim life became a little warmer.

For Liuyan, she had nothing to do.

The drought-bah releases its own dead air, forming a thick and thick fog. It mixes with the air and takes a sip, which can easily cause adverse reactions such as discomfort, nausea, headaches, etc.

The fifth thought released the Vermillion Bird. In the dark night, the Vermillion Bird in golden red light swept upwards, leaving only the gorgeous and dazzling streaming light along the way. The long sound of the Vermillion Bird resounded through the breeze, just like the wings of the flames swaying, the golden light fell like a meteor shower, diluting the dead energy of the drought.

The black mist gradually faded, revealing the two great gods on the clouds.

The Heavenly Lord stood casually beside Di Jun, his eyebrows and eyes were a little happy, "Di Jun used his spiritual sense to refine the sword god, but he didn't know if you could withstand it when you peeled off your mortal body?"

Seeing Di Jun feel uncomfortable, he was inexplicably in a good mood.

He is so sad, why do others want to live so happily?

Min Yuchen's senses are still there, so he can naturally hear the gloating of the Heavenly Lord. Now he is at the most critical moment, unable to move or speak, so as not to leak emotions, and his furnace will probably explode and die.

Abandon distracting thoughts and never give up all previous efforts.

As for Nian Nian...

He didn't even have the courage to look at her more.

The Heavenly Lord pretended to be surprised and shouted, "Look, Hanba has started fighting with your wife. Do you need me to explain the situation of the war for you?"

Min Yuchen frowned slightly, and the smile on Tianjun's face became even more proud, "Although your wife is very powerful and has four great beasts to protect her, Hanba's ability is really not blown up. After all, she has absorbed more than 100,000 death auras. Can your wife withstand it all depends on whether Hanba wants to leave her a way out?"

When the Heavenly Lord said this, Di Jun's face, who had no eyes at all, did not bring much shock to him, so he curled his lips boredly!

Fifth thought, the wrist flipped, and she used the whip very flexibly. Every time she whipped, a strong wind would be rolled up. Drought dodged the whip calmly and occasionally had to deal with the attacking divine beasts. The dead energy released contained a little coldness, like poisonous gas in the sky covering their heads.

Even if I noticed something was wrong at the first time, I couldn't hold my breath and didn't breathe, and I could not hold on for too long. From time to time, I took a few breaths. Hua Bi'an was the one with the shallowest cultivation of the few of them, so I was a little dizzy at this time, and shook my head with a little swelling and painfulness, and almost fell to the ground without standing firmly.

The fifth thought was enough and kicked Qinglong, "Don't your dragon clan do rain?"

"I'm not a rain master, it will only rain when I cry."

"Then go and cry."

Qinglong almost rolled his eyes and cried. He didn't remember the last time he cried, okay?

The fifth master held a strong force, his cold eyes flashed, and he waved to the Qinglong, as if he had something to say.

Qinglong quickly walked towards the little king of Hell. He couldn't hear what he said, so he had to put his ears to the mouth of the fifth master, "The divine beast that signed a contract with the fifth family will not have a good end in love. This is the real reason for the reincarnation of the fifth dream. Can you cry?"

Qinglong suddenly widened his eyes and glanced at the little Yan King in disbelief. He found that his expression didn't look like a joke. His heart suddenly hurt and something burst out from his eyes.

In an instant, heavy rain poured down.

A golden and black shadow climbed into the sky, accompanied by the harsh dragon roar of the blue dragon, like a child who was wronged.

What to do?

Didn’t you say you couldn’t cry anymore?

What's going on now?

The rain was very timely, dispersing a lot of the dead energy released by the drought, and also making others more awake.

In the rain, her whip was a little difficult to use. The fifth thought changed to the peach wood sword and called out the white tiger. A huge white tiger rushed over from one side. She jumped onto the white tiger with her hands and feet, and sat on it, holding the white tiger's neck with one hand, and a sharp aura flashed in her eyes, "Others follow the orders, change the formation."
Chapter completed!