Everything is just lightning, Sikong Xiao's mind is still thinking about whether there is any point in his persistence day by day for so many years, and in the next second, there is already a familiar long sword in front of him, and there is a piercing chill that is enough to make his soul fly.

"Sister Huang......"

Sikong smiled and looked at the person in front of her in a daze, she didn't have time to be shocked at this moment, in this extreme cold, the soul that she had worked so hard to stabilize had begun to disperse......

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"Alas~~" The bald monk sighed and reached out to stroke the trunk beside him, "How did the poor monk not know that the last calamity fell on Sikong Xiao?"

"But... The poor monk couldn't surpass his soul with two lifetimes of effort!"

Charity's peaceful gaze gradually became fierce, and the monk's hand on the trunk ignited a black and red flame, and the immortal tree planted by Sikong Huang himself dried up in an instant, and lost its vitality in less than a moment.

Looking at this scene, Ming Nianyue's eyebrows beat secretly, the flame in the monk's hand was hellfire, yes.

Ghost Xiu sneered, and turned his eyes to look at the monk: "Now that Sikong is laughing and the soul is broken, you don't even have a chance to overtake." ”

"Thinking that the plan is now, the poor monk can only take a risk. ”

"Don't forget, Gu Huang has now gone from the Buddhist Sect to the Western Heavenly Holy Land, and your true body is no longer there, how can you control her?"

The monk laughed loudly when he heard this, and withdrew his hand, "If the body of a true Buddha can be cultivated so easily, then the poor monk will not spend so much effort." ”

The ghost cultivator seemed to be a little surprised, "So, the legend that only a true Buddha can go from the Dharma Gate to the Western Heavenly Holy Land is false."

The monk's face was slightly gloomy, and he played with the rosary in his hand for a long time, sighed for no reason, and said in a deep voice: "Gu Huang is indeed smart, so the poor monk said that this move is... Take the plunge. ”

I don't know what immortal technique Sikong Huang used, in this square inch of land, the wind and clouds suddenly changed.

Bingling silently surrounded the cage, and the cold that surpassed the upper realm struck from all directions.

"Click, click, click......"

Sikong Xiao didn't even have a chance to move, watching the green grass under his feet instantly turn into ice, and watching his hands and feet freeze in an instant.

She thought of countless possible reactions of Sikong Huang, but she didn't expect such a result.

The remnant soul is fragile, Sikong Xiao felt in horror that his soul, which had been stable for a hundred years, was about to be torn apart in an instant, but at the moment when this feeling appeared, his entire body turned into a real ice sculpture first.

Before he even had time to think, Sikong Xiao's figure appeared in another form under Sikong Huang's eyes.

"Cangchang ......"

The Ice Spirit Sword smashed on the ice, the vision caused by the spell had completely dissipated, and in the deathly silence, Sikong Huang's gaze only stayed on the ice sculpture for a short moment, and the next second she rushed forward and hugged the statue tightly.

Trembling violently, Sikong Huang buried her head in the neck of the ice sculpture, and her lips were bitten out of blood by herself.

Finally, finally you show up... Finally, finally I found you.

Sikong Huang closed her eyes and hooked the corners of her lips, her mind had calmed down, and Sikong Xiao, who was trapped in the ice sculpture, was mobilizing the only divine consciousness that was under her control at the moment.

This ice is no ordinary ice!

Sikong Xiao's divine sense probed his soul, and he was surprised to feel that his soul that was about to be torn apart was also frozen by this ice.

How is this possible? What kind of ice can actually break through the rules and lock the remnant soul? Sikong Xiao was still in turmoil in his heart, and suddenly he heard a low sigh in his ear:

"I can't forgive only myself......"

The wind and grass were blowing, Sikong Huang's snow-white hair floated from behind to her front, she looked at her hair, and raised her hand to light the last piece of paper that Sikong Xiao had just transmitted.

But it's a sentence:

I don't know what you mean by "let go", but if I can really let go, I'm afraid that hundreds of years ago, my soul will be gone.

Sikong Huang felt a trace of happiness and fear in his heart, and raised his hand to touch the cheek of the ice statue, as if rubbing Sikong's smiling face before, "It's good that you didn't give up, otherwise you ......"

After a pause, Sikong Huang's hand gradually slowed down, "Otherwise, what can I do? You exchange your life for me, and this life is the only one I can keep." ”

Looking deeply at Sikong Xiao's frozen eyes, Sikong Huang smiled bitterly and said: "If you are alive, you will regret and feel guilty, you will not be able to be liberated in your life, and if you want to die, you will live up to the loss of the only trace you left behind, smile, you are really to me... It's cruel. ”

The last four words were so light that she could barely hear them, but Sikong Xiao felt that these four words were smashed into her heart like a boulder of ten thousand catties, but she couldn't move now, let alone speak, and could only watch every move of the person in front of her through the eyes that could no longer turn.

"Don't worry, Sister Huang has a way. ”

"As long as Gu Huang has a way to restore Sikong Xiao's soul, then the poor monk will have a solution to this last calamity. ”

Ghost Xiu squinted his eyes, slowly raised his hand and pulled down the hood covering his head, a pair of indifferent eyes looked at the sky, seeing Ghost Xiu's face, Ming Nianyue only felt as if she had seen this woman somewhere, but suddenly it was difficult to remember.

While thinking about it, I heard the ghost Xiu stand up and say, "I'll help you, Azang." ”

"You?" the monk was a little surprised.

"I know where Sikong Xiao's broken soul is. A hint of a smile crossed the corner of Ghost Xiu's mouth, "I can tell you this clue, but I want to dream back to three lives." ”

"You also want to dream back to three lives?"

The monk felt strange again, but the ghost cultivator stopped talking, the monk thought for a moment, decisively took out a jade bottle and handed it to the ghost cultivator, the ghost cultivator also simply, took the jade bottle, and said:

"When he was in the Netherworld, Sikong Xiao once traded with the Demon Aosi, and used the soul control technique to let Gu Qi replace Gu Huang on the altar, and the mortgage was the same life spirit treasure lock soul ring, and Sikong Xiao also attached his life soul to the soul lock ring. ”

"I see!, where is the Demon Oss now?"

Ghost Xiu smiled weirdly, "Three years ago, I was killed by Gu Huang himself. ”

"Oh?"

At first, Sikong Xiao didn't pay much attention to the matter of soul separation, because in the soul cultivation secret book given to her by the evil spirit, the soul separation was a trick at the bottom of the kettle at a critical moment.

In case the body is destroyed, you can borrow the soul that has left the body to reshape the soul refining body, although the conditions are a little harsh, but there is still one more way to live.

But it was a coincidence that it was precisely because he wanted to leave a way out for himself back then, so when he cast the Soul Snatching Spell, he was counterattacked by a secret technique, and not only did his body fall, but his incomplete soul was once on the verge of collapse.

Although the remnant soul was stabilized with the help of the Ghost Emperor Evil Spirit, he couldn't condense a complete soul body.

In this way, she could not walk the ghost path, she had seen the three thousand avenues in the past few hundred years, but the crippled soul had no way to go.

Sikong Xiao woke up from his memories, and the figure of Sikong Huang was clearly reflected in the depths of his eyes.