Ling Xuanluo held the Cosmic Spiral Star Sword in his hand, cut through the sky of the Shengmen Realm, passed through the gap between the two spaces, entered the Death Gate, and finally saw Jiang Nanjun again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But as soon as he opened his eyes, a scene of fear appeared in front of him, and his heart was broken, and he fell to the ground, completely speechless.

Compared with the door of life, the door of death not only has no beautiful scenery, but also a forest of strange mirrors, and every side looks weird and forested.

The mirror cluster is in a circle, and in the center is a golden cone-shaped cover, and under the golden light, the little flea bends its two calves, lying motionless in it, and I don't know whether it fell into a coma or fell asleep.

Directly opposite the golden light mask, he sat cross-legged and killed the Son of Heaven. His appearance is the reason why Ling Xuanluo's heart is broken. I saw that he seemed to be meditating, but in fact his eyes were slightly open, staring ahead. On the white face, the flush faded, and only a look of anticipation remained, as if looking forward to someone appearing as soon as possible.

His demeanor was so serene that it could be seen at a glance that he had been breathing for a long time, and his body would no longer glow with the breath of a living person.

Ling Xuanluo would rather find him, as he saw in the mirror just now, with his black hair spread out, his blood-red long placket extended, and he looked dying, at least then, there was still a chance to save him.

But now, he is wearing a crown and a warm yellow gauze robe, and his body is full of bookishness.

Ling Xuanluo's thoughts suddenly returned to the door of Siguozhai, and when he opened the bamboo door, Mr. Yufeng appeared in front of him with a smile.

He had tears in his eyes, and then looked between his eyebrows, and found that the Demon King Fire Talisman that had once jumped had disappeared without a trace. In addition to these, the other unusual, at his feet, lay a dagger with rubies, and I don't know what it did.

The four spirits stood by his side, their heads drooping and silent. They were all tear-stained, and they had indeed wept.

Ling Xuanluo suddenly fell from the sky, and people should have been surprised, but because of the caracal, no one expressed surprise. After Jiang Nanjun greeted him, he stood stupidly and didn't say anything again. His expression, indescribable, could only be guessed by the look in his eyes, the pain was about to crush him. He must have wanted to cry, but he wanted to cry without tears.

Ling Xuanluo slowly glanced here, and his worries when he was born became a reality. He couldn't sit still, he had to see the caracal, so he got up from the ground and moved forward with difficulty. Jiaoqiu's sword suddenly turned into a stone, he couldn't lift it, hung it in his hand, and when he walked towards the caracal, the tip of the sword rubbed against the bluestone ground, and bursts of sparks appeared.

"Are we late?" said this easily, but the voice seemed distant and empty, as if it was not from him.

After a few steps, a long journey, he finally came to his side. After hesitating for a moment, he went to shake the hand he held in front of his chest, but as soon as he touched it, it bounced away as if it was being burned.

In fact, what frightened him was no longer the unique heat of the caracal, but the coldness of his corpse - how could he, who was bleeding with fire and blood, be as cold as ice now?

At this moment, the conical cover made a "sizzling" sound, and then the image became virtual, and after a few shakes, it scattered and dissipated into gold dust.

Although the sound of the demon king's enchantment was light, it woke Jiang Nanjun up, and he suddenly gained strength, stepped forward, and held up the fleshy little man and shook it vigorously.

The little flea was still sleeping in a daze, rubbing his eyes vigorously, muttering a few times and shouting "brother", then screamed suddenly, and then opened his eyes, and fear instantly crawled all over his little face.

He felt that he was being circled by his arm, and no matter who he was, he waved his arm and kicked his legs, shouting, "Bastard, get out of here, brother, save me--"

Jiang Nanjun let him on his face, his chest fists and feet were added, but he didn't know the pain at all, and the tears that had been accumulated for a long time surged out at this time, hugged him tightly, and cried loudly.