"Junior brother, no!" Qingxu persuaded.

Qinghe smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, are there any other choices in the matter now? If I die, I will be able to maintain the Taoist tradition, but it is a good deal..."

Looking at Fang Ming, he said frankly: "If I commit suicide, will the Lord God let Baiyun Temple go?"

"After I say something, it is hard to pursue it! I can also promise that in the future, if Baiyun Temple does not provoke it, I will not come to cause trouble!"

Fang Ming said solemnly.

"Okay! I hope God keeps his promise!"

Qinghe said with a smirk, but he didn't ask Fang Ming to prove it separately. After all, Baiyun Temple at this time no longer had the confidence or strength.

He reached out his hand and drew out his sword, and looked at the distant scenery, saying: "The morning is like blue hair and snow, and the right and wrong are gone."

With a wave of the sword, he wiped the neck, and blood splattered everywhere!

Qinghe stood up for a while before she was unwilling to fall down, and blood gathered into a ball.

"It's really a generous and brave man!" Fang Ming said with emotion when he saw that the other party was really dead.

He looked at Qingxu again, "Since you have done what you promised, I have kept my promise, so I will leave now. From now on, the well water will not break the river water, and I hope you will remember it!"
Chapter completed!