In order to refine the life-saving elixir for the caracal, the Withered Dao Elder hid in the Immortal Spirit Tomb for so long, but he was actually extracting his soul and refining it into a Gathering Divine Pill with infinite potency. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEven if it is a dead person, it can be awakened by the soul power hidden in this elixir. After refining the Gathering God Pill, it was stored in his heart, and once it was taken out, he would die of exhaustion.

In the Strange Cloud Fantasy Realm, he waited until the last moment of the caracious annihilation before taking out the Gathering God Pill, because at this time the other party was powerless to refuse, so he could only accept it.

The pill is out of the body, and he will arrive soon. In the face of three old friends who have been together for thousands of years, he is naturally full of reluctance, so he can only use his eyes to say goodbye to them one by one, and try to use his usual humor to alleviate their pain. The more witty he became, the more they grieved.

The moment of separation finally came, his body slowly glowed with golden brilliance, this kind of brilliance, Ling Xuanluo unforgettable, in the haystack next to the Falling Thoughts Valley, after the death of the master Zhuyue, didn't he just transform away, not even a grain of dust was left?

"Withered, withered, don't go like this......"

In the illusion, people shouted sadly, wanting to keep him, and even the ethereal monk, whose emotions were never exposed, couldn't help but grieve and sniffed loudly.

A thousand years ago, he used the Buddha's heart to sexualize the murderous Zhong Wuji, making him become today's gentle and elegant, good-minded and decaying Taoist, and the two have also changed from enemies to good friends, and they have been together for thousands of years.

Suddenly, this person went like this, and he didn't leave a trace, thinking about the lonely days in the fairy tomb in the future, he really couldn't get used to it, how could he not let out a sad voice?

In fact, if there has been no Zhong Wuji in the world, Tianchan will not be able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts today, the sixth layer of Yaohai Jue, all because of Zhong Wuji's creation, after influencing him, the two of them abandoned their previous suspicions, left the old land of Yunnan, traveled the rivers and lakes together, hung pots to help the world, and saved the world from danger.

But now, even if this thousand-year-old friend is going to die, at least he has to leave a handful of dust for him, so that he can have memories in the future, right? God is unfair, why did he let him go so completely?

What made the ethereal monk suffer the most was that he, as the founder of Zhitian Zen, created this peerless magic skill that could save people's lives, but he couldn't use it anymore, and finally crossed his old friend once.

The Withered Dao Elder walked away like this, silently. A small wind blew in the illusion, blowing away the cloud where he had laid, and there was no trace of him again.

After Nangong Xiang escaped, the snow wolf was like a deflated ball, firmly wrapped around his neck by the ice beast whip, and lay on the gray and black clouds. The vicious green light in her eyes vanished, but it didn't show that she had regained Sanya's free mind, just hollowly half-closed, as if her consciousness was about to leave.

Obviously, Nangong Xiang was seriously injured again, and after fleeing in a hurry, he couldn't help but use the bone whistle to continue to control her. So the rain of knives stopped, and the clouds in the sky were dissipating little by little.

Far to the east, a golden red point of light looms, like a slowly blooming sunflower, radiating light from the stamen in the center.

The Yunjin Gate, which was originally made of clouds stacked, has now lost the support of mana, and those clouds that have been together have begun to break apart, and the clouds have turned into flowing clouds and flown away.

On the other side of the door, there should have been an abyss that would have made it impossible for those who had crossed the past to recover, but now they had disappeared with his escape because of the suffering of the wicked who cast spells.

The sky was calm at this time, there was no storm or rain blade, and there was no so-called paradise, as if nothing had happened just now.