After experiencing the catastrophe of Xiwang Mountain, Yun Yelangjun's face was completely ruined, from a fairy who was once as beautiful as a flower, to a terrifying deformed monster, how could he not be ashamed of himself when he saw his old friends again?

He didn't know that these old friends were Bo Yuntian, for them, as long as he could come back alive, the meaning would be heavier than Mount Tai, even if the appearance was lost, it would only make their admiration for him in the past sublimated into the current admiration, and the image of the ghost king in their minds from this moment on, has brought the supreme holy light. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Using the Finger Heaven Zen, Ling Xuanluo was able to touch the ghost, so he took advantage of Yun Yelangjun's distraction and hugged him. He still wanted to resist, and he wanted to break free, but the pair of arms was infinitely powerful, and he was weak and short of breath at this time, how could he break free? And with it, the warmth of his chest, bursts of seeping into his cold ghost body, feeling so kind, his stiff limbs were paralyzed, and he could no longer find the courage to escape.

What Ling Xuanluo gave him was the warmth emanating from the immortal. He used to have this kind of warmth, but now he gets it from others, and the feeling of being separated from the world is really nostalgic, so he also hugged Ling Xuanluo and cried loudly.

This cry, crying out all the pain that has accumulated in his heart for so long, has also released all the pain that he can't say.

Jiang Nanjun's mortal hands couldn't hold the ghost king, so he could only stand beside them and let them cry. Not only did he not cry, but he smiled with satisfaction.

Ling Xuanluo's hug, coupled with Jiang Nanjun's heartfelt words, after crying, Yun Yelangjun suddenly brightened up, and secretly thought: "In the past, when I was a Songliu Immortal, I paid too much attention to my appearance, a dignified seven-foot man, but like a little woman, I focused on dressing up every day, and if I had time, I only used it to collect cloud silk and weave brocade clothes. Now that I am disfigured, it is like providence that reminds me of the heavy responsibility I have on my shoulders and must not waste my time any longer. To fulfill this great responsibility, it has nothing to do with appearance, what is really needed is perseverance and will, so why should I be haunted by the loss of such a trivial thing? From now on, I will be the newborn ghost king, and I will do everything I can to seek the well-being of the people in the world, and I should feel more fulfilled than when I was an immortal. God robbed me of my appearance, but gave me the responsibility of ruling the entire ghost clan. What I want to do is to let go of my love for beauty, and work with my allies in the Six Realms to win the decisive battle in the clouds, and then guard the gates of the Six Realms, and place a path to death for those souls who died in battle! ”

As soon as he figured it out, he looked up from Ling Xuanluo's shoulder, and when everyone looked at him again, a smile appeared on his scarred face.

He pulled Ling Xuanluo to get up and thanked the two of them: "Thank you two for enlightening, your words are like snow in a red furnace to Yun, which makes me suddenly open." Because of this skin, I looked down on everything, but once I realized that the matter of appearance was just the tip of my own horns. I understand that since God has given me the vocation of the Ghost King, I cannot live up to the expectations of all beings in the world. When this war is over, I will lead the Steel Soul Soldiers to rush to Nanke Mountain to revive the declining ghost clan, so that there will be no more lonely souls and wild ghosts in the world! ”

He was finally able to let go of his troubles and regain his strength, and all four people in the temple were overjoyed when he returned.

Ling Xuanluo hugged him, walked out from behind the screen, helped him sit firmly in the chair, and then stepped back, arching his hand and said: "Ghost King Rongyu, I'm afraid that you will rush to Nanke Mountain to revive the ghost clan, not after the Great War of the Six Realms, but now." ”

"Oh? Why is that? Jiang Nanjun and the others were surprised and looked at him together.