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"You should know you can't stop me!" said the Sound Saint Lord with a smile on his face.

They should know this, but even if they do, they can't give up struggling, maybe hope will come unexpectedly.

Shanling bowed and saluted, and said, "Holy Lord, drive them all away, we are here to wait quietly with you for Yujun's return." ”

"Yes, Holy Lord, Yu-jun promised you that he will definitely come back. Xia Yuxue said repeatedly.

What else can make his own holy lord change his mind, and it is only the person in the dream, and there is no doubt that the name 'Yu' carries too much hope at this moment.

"Hehe, will be back~~. ”

It was his voice of 'will come back' that allowed him to continue his penance to this day, and even used the things he left behind to build this immortal world, but he hid in this immortality so that he didn't know how long the years had passed, and the person who said that he would come back did not even see half of his figure, maybe when he came, he couldn't keep this immortality.

"Will he ever come back?"

I don't know how many times I have answered this question in the past years, and he will definitely come back, but in the long river of these years, he seems to have disappeared.

Did you linger and forget to return?

Is it turned into dust in the long river and died?

No way, his promise is heavier than the whole earth, he will not break his promise, he will definitely come back, no matter how the world changes, no matter how vicious the enemy is, he will definitely not be his opponent, at most he will only suffer a small injury that is not in the way, he must be bound by the world, or temporarily trapped somewhere and cannot get out.

It must be like this.

Fantasizing about the godlessness of implicating people, the sound saint lord whispered: "Definitely." ”

Could this godlessness and contemplation be hope?

Shan Ling and the others all had a smile on their faces, no doubt they all thought that this time the bet was right, and only 'Yu Jun' could make the Holy Lord change his mind.

But their joy seems to be a bit far-fetched at this time.

The Sound Saint Lord's face looked back, glanced at Qin Mu Rongruo's pleading, smiled knowingly, and nodded slightly.

Although he hides in a corner of peace, he has sacrificed too much for this immortality, so he doesn't know what kind of world it is outside.

Everything is changing, many things have been forgotten by people, but the word 'love' has indeed been passed down from generation to generation, he is not the first, and Qin Murongruo behind him cannot be the last.

For it, the people who are trapped in the endless river are already tired.

The happy people had already fallen from the far-fetched into a panic, and from the lonely face of the Holy Lord, they had almost already peeked into the answer, and Dong Lei hurriedly said: "Holy Lord." ”

"Let's get started. ”

The Sound Saint Lord said with a firm gaze, it was too meaningless to wait for him after endless years of hardship, and today this tired person was already looking for new hope, maybe he had already gone to another world and was waiting for his arrival.

Heaven or hell, he's waiting for me.

He is a stupid infatuated lover, and he can't let Qin Murongruo behind him spend it in hard work like himself.

"Holy Lord, maybe we can think of some other methods, I know that there are several places where the Heaven and Earth Spirits will definitely help this little friend remove the soul poison from his body. The foreign body said firmly.

In my heart, I don't die, I rush to the doctor when I am sick, and the more I get sick, the more urgent I become.

They have been together for countless years, and they should understand that such a lie cannot be half effective, but helpless people can't think of it.

If the years are willing to go back, if you fight to die, you will kill Han Xianli and his subordinates, but such resentment can only stay in my heart at this moment and gasp.

"Let's get started. ”

The Sound Saint Lord said firmly, and she herself didn't wait for others, her hands drove the silk Dao Qi to fly up and down, and she roared in her mouth: "Condensation." ”

"Hum~~. ”

When the sound was sudden, the entire Immortal Secret Realm trembled slightly, and the gray world cracked, and a soft light gently sprinkled on Han Xian's body.

"Ah~~. ”

Suddenly, Han Xian's mouth roared, his face was full of resentment, how could he remove the bone marrow without pain, not to mention that the more than 200,000 ghost souls sealed on his body sensed a trace of danger from this soft light, under their roar, Han Xian's reason was completely suppressed in an instant, and they were all trapped in the last fortress of the star map.

Sometimes the anger is monstrous, threatening: "Wicked girl, you don't need to take care of our affairs!"

From time to time, he pleaded with bitterness: "The Holy Lord is also a miserable person, why do you bother us!"

Of course, the Holy Lord heard all these roars and grumblings, but with no supreme intentions, he would not have stopped because of threats and pleadings, and his hands fell on his forehead.

Suddenly, the Sound Saint Lord's face turned slightly pale, and the breath of life surged out, and a cloud of white light flew out from her forehead, and when that white light appeared, the entire space immediately fell into silence and peace.

It is indeed an illusion in front of it.

No matter how quiet this life peace is, it can't soothe Han Xian's restlessness driven by the ghost, and the fixed body has broken the shackles of the sound saint lord's fixed dao power under the extreme struggle, and the arms can move in a small range, and the fierce light on the face seems to be materialized.

Han Xianyin sneered: "Just because you also want to purify us, you might as well die." ”

Suddenly, Han Xian broke the confinement very unexpectedly, and with a wave of his arm clenched into a fist, a skeleton opened his eerie mouth and bit down on the throat of the Sound Saint Lord.

As if he didn't notice it, his face was still peaceful, and at this moment, he gently recited the Sanskrit sound of meditation in his mouth.

She didn't see it, but there were too many people who saw this throated skeleton, and they all looked at each other with the unshakable will of the Holy Lord, and they all looked at each other with their eyes when they saw the unshakable will of the Holy Lord.

The body of the foreign object appeared directly in front of the skeleton with a flick, and the huge mouth that opened was like a large net that had been waiting for a long time, and the skeleton's throat had indeed hit it directly.

The body of the foreign body was like a cold abyss, and the skeleton entered the abdomen, and it was directly digested without even a trace of fog.

"Holy Lord, we swear to follow this life. ”

Several people in the mountains roared, and all of them fell to their knees in the air, and each person's palm was stamped on their foreheads like the sound of the Holy Lord.

For them, the Holy Lord of Sound has long felt indebted, and he has been ruthless for years, and maybe today will be a relief, and the corners of his eyes hang in the silent peace.

"Hum. ”

The clouds that shrouded Han Xian's head were completely cracked, and Qin Murongruo's face was full of shock, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What is that?"

What is that sun-like bright yellow?, there are few people in the world today who can understand it, and maybe even those yellowed ancient pages of books are very unfamiliar with it.

What is it?

It is the heart that supports the immortality of the Holy Lord of Sound's life and face, and it is because of its existence that the creatures of this secret realm can be fortunate enough to escape the ruthless erosion of time.

'Great Sun Sun Heart. ’

In the end, those polymath who hold countless ancient pages have the privilege of getting a glimpse of its name.

There was no shadow under the sun, and the stalkers who followed Han Xian revealed their true deeds one by one.

Wenzi Period, Ya Lianque, and Bu Wushuang all revealed their deeds in surprise.

Wen Ziqi looked at the round of tomorrow with a surprised face, and this name was spit out of his mouth, in this life, he can actually have a glimpse of the true face of this divine thing, it is a great blessing, it is rumored that those who get it can stay young forever, and the years are not lost, it seems that the rumors are not false.

"Senior brother?"

Some people even if the ancient books are placed in front of him, he will be lazy to open them, although he is fortunate to know such a magical name today, but there is no way to know what the magic is, Ya Lianque looked at Wenzi with a questioning face.

Bu Wushuang just smiled lightly and said nothing, but his eyes that often swept on Wenziqi's face did betray him, and he hadn't read a book either, and he just didn't know how to pretend to understand.

"Huh. ”

The abrupt Wen Ziqi smiled leisurely on his face, and shook his head slightly, what is this thing? How dare he speak lightly in front of outsiders.

"Net. ”

The sound saint lord let out a low roar in his mouth, and the white light in front of his forehead fluttered and fell on the center of the sun, and a trace of wrinkles actually crept up on her face, which was not invaded by time.

'Hum~. ’

The light of the sun's heart dimmed slightly, and a beam of bright light immediately gushed out and fell directly on Han Xian's forehead.

Of course, what the ghosts fear the most is the sincere and hot sun, and how dare the ghosts dare to act under its aurora, and immediately all the turtles retreat into the yin Gu, and the dusty emperor seal also took the opportunity to restore the light.

But for Han Xian's life, this is only a very small mark, the thief is still there, and the backbone that stains Han Xian black is the gathering place of soul poison, and it is also the place to ask for his life, and it is also the key to the success or failure of this time.

And at this moment, the sun aurora passed through everything and went straight to the backbone, and suddenly the entire spine was shrouded in a layer of holiness, which was not stained with half a flaw, and Qin Mu Rongruo's face couldn't help but feel a little happy.

But soon she learns her innocence.

The light dissipated, and there was indeed not even a trace left, and the black of the spine was still the black of the soul poison.

'Defeated?'

If the Lord of the Sound Saint can admit defeat at this, they will be able to rejoice in the mountains and dances.

This failure must have been expected by the Lord of the Sound Saint, and at this moment she had gently closed her eyes, how could a woman who loved her face bear to witness her aging.

The Lord of Sound is ready to take a gamble.

The white light gathered by the life in front of the forehead flew towards the center of the sun in a minute, and every time it left, aging crawled on this face.

For this old man, Qin Murong who was behind him could not see it.

For this old, Han Xiandang couldn't admit his blindness.

But what's the use of seeing it, stopping it?

What can he struggle with when he is fixed by the heart of the sun of the great sun, but these eyes that are seeing must not only be seen by Han Xian alone.

For her, has the person who owes it too long been reluctant?