In life, no matter how far away from home, a person will long to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors when he dies. Lan Cang Niangniang said what Xi Mutong said in her heart, how could she refuse? Just thinking that she would never be able to get out of the Void Cold Valley again, I was afraid that the matter of searching for her ancestors would only entrust Ling Xuanluo.

The ethereal monk blew his flesh and rumbling rosacea, wiped his tears, inserted them between the two and said, "Okay, the farewell words are all over, let's hurry up and get down to business." Nangong Xiangzheng was in Tianyi Pavilion, and he couldn't get out for a while. But we all know exactly what he is doing and what kind of bad things he is going to do. As for the specific action plan, we have arranged it this way......

Although the old monk was frizzy, he was quite patient when he explained the specific plan to Xi Mutong. Lan Cang Niangniang and Yun Jian listened on the side, and if he missed anything, he quickly added it. Xi Mutong nodded while listening, lamenting that if there were no new four spirits in this battle, that is, the three spirits and the caracal annihilation, I am afraid that they would really have to fall short in the last step.

By the end of the plan, Xi Mutong's heart had burst, and he was holding on to the rock with his hands, even bothering to make the sharp stone edge bloody.

"Master, Niangniang, before capturing Nangong Xiang, that is, as soon as we break up, you will jump into the pool of brown blood and go with that disc?" she asked sadly.

Yun Jian said: "The disc you saw is a blood element refined from Han Xuzi's heart, and it goes straight to the void world after his death. We promised that as long as he could dry up the pool of brown blood and there was no possibility of rebirth in the Void Cold Valley, we would follow him and go to his world. We are gentlemen who keep our promises all our lives, and we can't go away with a bad reputation. Besides, as you know, the rice flour in our bodies is highly poisonous, and even if we don't take that path, it will soon dissipate. Of the two endings, it is imperative to choose one or the other. ”

The final destination of the three spirits in the four spirits is the brown blood pool in the Void Cold Valley. Maybe one day, somewhere in the world, there will be a group of heroes and heroes who saved people from fire and water, but they will not remember who they were in their previous lives, and what great achievements they have made, and they will not even know that life is in the universe, and it is in an endless cycle. What they will spend is only the life of a mortal knight, although it cannot last for thousands of years, but it is short and concise. And in that group of people, there may be Han Xuzi.

The whereabouts of the three spirits have been decided, and the next battle plan has been clear, Xi Mutong reluctantly said goodbye to them, and did not forget to look at the Tianyi Pavilion that locked the enchantment tightly when he left. The ethereal monk left her the wine gourd that he had used all his life, and the gourd was brought back to him by the caracad, and he thanked him for his kindness.

The person who asked the three spirits to pass through the mirror gate array and send him into the Tianyun Condensation Zone was the deceased demon king who was killed. Whether he knew that Xi Mutong would die with the Void Cold Valley was unknown. But he hid in the Tianyi Pavilion, all to prevent Nangong Xiang from being defeated in the South China Sea battlefield, he would activate the Tianyi and push the handle to the third level of the evil attempt to destroy the world. If Nangong Xiang discovers his hiding place, he will face the demon face to face. As a wisp of weak soul, even if he was protected by the Demon King Enchantment, how could he resist?

Xi Mutong walked out, worried about the caracal, and only hated that he couldn't enter the Tianyi Pavilion immediately and fight with him.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, stopped and looked back, her ice-like cheeks were faintly relieved, "Ten Thousand Souls Bone Lock! Ten Thousand Souls Bone Lock is the treasure of the demon clan, and I have been pressed under Jiluo Mountain for five hundred years, and I have finally seen its owner again." So those restless souls, will they still be controlled by Nangong Xiang? No matter how loud the old thief's abacus is, he is also making a fortune on other people's land, and it is not so easy to turn his hands into rain if he wants to turn his hands into rain!"