Outside the cave, Changting Wan had already withdrawn his hand and appeared high in the sky outside the platform with everyone.

Because at the last moment, they could no longer withstand the soul coercion released by Zhou Xuanqing.

Too strong and too scary.

"It's been thousands of years, and it's the first time I've seen him release his soul. ”

"Save a Fang Yourong, such a big battle?"

"Is it because of the catastrophe?"

"By the way, it was the little cabbage that crossed the robbery?"

said that it was a little cabbage, but the expressions of everyone present were very strange.

Because they have all seen the thunder with their own eyes!

What does this mean, it is impossible for a group of old gingers not to know, so ah, the little cabbage is a little cabbage, but it is also a peerless treasure of the little cabbage.

"Our Wuque is really a treasure of feng shui, whether it is a thousand years or a hundred years, it has never been green and yellow. ”

The dignified woman couldn't help but laugh, her eyes drifted over the long pavilion, and then swept over the cave.

"One here, two inside, and one more outside. ”

"Four, that's enough. ”

"The future will be passed down for 3,000 years. ”

This group of big bosses and old gods were talking, and between their words, they didn't seem to be very resentful of the Wuque Sect that had imprisoned them for countless years, but instead had a terrible sense of identity.

Well, it's a strong "motherly love" of a group of old perverts to a group of small perverts.

Changting watched coldly, and when he heard the words, he only raised his eyebrows lightly and turned his face.

In the past, I only thought it would be boring outside, but now I also think... Not necessarily.

"It's almost over. ”

The taciturn middle-aged man in the red robe suddenly spoke.

And the people were still, because there was movement inside.

Breath, one more soul breath.

Not that little cabbage's.

"Fang Yourong?"

Chang Tingwan is secretive, the most sensitive, she sensed that if this soul breath is Fang Yourong, I am afraid it will not be the previous Fang Yourong.

At least the texture of the soul is different.

"Mutated?" Chang Tingwan turned the Buddha beads on his wrist, thoughtful.

But it didn't allow her to capture this soul breath and analyze it, because the wind moved.

Heaven and earth descended with brilliant light, the glorious light was ten thousand feet high, the light covered the mountains and forests, it came, and the vastness reached into the cave.

A beam of light, surging vast, all-encompassing.

The catastrophe was done.

Whether it's cultivation or soul.

The elegance has been completed.

When Fang Yourong woke up, the light had not yet dissipated, and it was originally white and with a comfortable golden light.

This is the brilliance of heaven and earth, and it is the most brilliant and flawless brilliance in this world.

She opened her eyes and saw .... A fat face.

A cat.

The fat cat, holding the edge of the coffin, looked at her with beautiful eyes, and she could even see her own appearance through those pupils.

Pale and weak, but returned to the world.

She was silent for a while, as if there was no surprise and joy of resurrection, nor was she dazed or at a loss, only calm.

"Where's Qingqiu?"

"Ah, hilichurls are still in the stove. ”

"Stove?"

Jiaojiao scratched her head with the cat's tail, simply crawled over the edge, and fell into the coffin with a bang, and when she was about to fall on Fang Yourong's legs, she grabbed her neck with one hand, hesitated, thinking of the appearance of a certain owner of this fat cat who pampered him on weekdays, Fang Yourong still hugged him into his arms, dry, not gentle, and had no intention of rubbing him to tease him.

But Jiaojiao is not angry at all, why?

Ah, my senior sister has returned from resurrection, and sure enough, she is still as beautiful as ever, no, not as always.

They are all pale and weak, obviously Senior Sister Fang's posture is much more arrogant than her own fish and fish pool.

It is like a famous sword in the autumn water, which has the sharpness and clarity of the hidden edge out of the sheath, and there is a kind of calm and leisurely atmosphere that walks alone in the smoke and rain.

Just wake up and sit up, lie on the wall of the coffin, with green silk softly wrapped around the shoulders and waist, and think quietly is enough to make people feel fascinated.

However, Jiaojiao also noticed a slight change in Fang Yourong, which was a change from her soul, and this change would only affect everything about her with time.

Fang Yourong is quiet, he doesn't like to talk much, and he looks up in silence and sees that there is a big Dan furnace in front of him.

She was silent for a moment, as if she had figured out something, she breathed a sigh of relief, then got up, came out of the ice coffin, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing, who was sitting on a chair drinking tea at some point.

Just looking at it, she put down Jiaojiao and raised her hand.

"The younger generation is tolerant, thank you for the seniors' life-saving grace. ”

Zhou Xuanqing sat in the light, dressed in white clothes and black hair again, no different from before.

Cold to cold, fairy style max.

"I've been distracted for a long time, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"If you want to thank you, thank the little cabbage inside. ”

Chinese cabbage?

It's very strange, although he doesn't think Qingqiu is a little cabbage in his heart, Fang Yourong still understands who the other party is in seconds.

She looked at the Great Dan Furnace and felt the terrifying flames inside.

Nanming from the fire?

She frowned, and subconsciously looked down at her hands, the soul is out of the body, and it seems that there is a difference between heaven and earth for more than a few hours, not to mention so many days, but there is an ice coffin, and it comes... The means of returning her soul to its place are particularly skillful.

The most important thing is ~~

"Is she giving me life?"

She didn't ask Zhou Xuanqing, she asked fat and Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao already knew that Qin Yu had passed this level, and the senior sister had also been rescued, and he was in a good mood, he liked to eat when he was in a good mood, so he held a piece of air-dried beef and ate it deliciously.

"Uhh

"Well, there must be, after all, you're so good-looking. ”

Fang Yourong thinks that whoever raises a fattened cat is the virtue of whom.

The number of ways to boast is always the same.

Straight and straight, quite untactful, as direct as a bandit who came down the mountain to rob a house and saw a young woman and flirted with it.

She raised her eyebrows indifferently and looked at Jiaojiao faintly.

Jiaojiao has thick nerves, and she has already listed Fang Yourong as a senior sister, so she has no pressure at all, so she chews on the jerky and mutters: "But there are very few people who can be as capable of acting as her." ”

He originally intended to protect the short, and he didn't want his own Yuyu's efforts to be known, because she hung up for her own Yuyu, and Yuyu knew.

And the other way around.

But he bothered to say it, and there was no overreaction from the people.

It's as light as autumn water.

It's not cute at all.

Jiaojiao pouted, and originally wanted to slap the other party, but when he saw the other person's face, he lowered his head.

Woo, bear with me, bear with me.

You're not much different from your hiccles.

It's all about faces.

Huh? Is this ironic? That's for sure.

Jiaojiao was a little angry and replied: "Then you slap her? ”

The golden wall stopped talking.

you, a hammer.

Lao Tzu's only chat partner is the two of you!

When a cat beeped and a wall beeped, Fang Yourong's eyes suddenly trembled, and there was movement in the Great Dan Furnace.

Flavor.

There was a smell.

A faint emanation.

The smell seems to be...