Yun Ye Langjun was in the barracks at the foot of Mount Tai, and after dealing with the Netherworld Nightmare, he hurried here with the safety of Luoshan in mind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He really wanted to go out to fight the stubborn enemy with the ghost generals and contribute to the defense of the Immortal Mountain, but when he stood at the gate of the Return Palace, facing the shadow wall that Xi Mutong had touched thousands of times, his heart was swallowed up by great sorrow, and he could no longer move his footsteps.

The past, scene by scene replayed on the shadow wall, with the ethereal monk's "Words of Return" as the background, urging people to break their bowels. The people and things of the past continue to float in front of you, and then shatter with the memory, and all that is left is the vigorous characters carved on the stone wall as a summary of the old people and old things.

As soon as the defense of Jiluo Mountain was over, the ghost generals hurried over, and Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun couldn't wait to wipe off the dust, and they couldn't wait to meet him.

From the night Yun Qing appeared, until now, everyone has been busy dealing with the war, and no one has any spare time to have a good talk with him.

As soon as he said goodbye to Yunnan, he was in prison, and the worries of Ling Xuanluo and others needless to say. Now that he has returned safely, no matter how many misfortunes have happened in the meantime, it is worth rejoicing and celebrating.

Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun walked to the edge of the shadow wall, and as soon as they saw him, they stood still, their faces covered with mud and blood stains could not be seen, but no one said a word.

Yun Ye Langjun secretly thought, probably because of his ugly and terrible image that frightened them, he was a little at a loss for a while, and he was ashamed of his own bad psychology, so instead of stepping forward to salute, he turned around and ran towards the return hall as if he was fleeing, hiding behind the screens. He pressed his throat to prevent crying, but he was shaking uncontrollably.

His current state is completely like two people compared to the king of the underworld who was straight inside and outside when he saved Yun Qing the night before.

And his mood at this time, everyone can understand, Ling Xuanluo glanced at Jiang Nanjun sadly, motioned everyone to move as lightly as possible, walked in quietly, and called through the screen, "Uncle Yun."

"Don't ...... Don't call me that again, I look like this, I can't afford to do it anymore, you Uncle Yun......" He rubbed his hands in fear, determined not to peek out from behind the screen, and stammered when he spoke.

Ling Xuanluo was originally choked with a choked throat, but when he heard this, his sadness dispersed, and he resolutely replied in an unquestioning tone: "No, you will always be Xuanluo's Uncle Yun!" The beautiful cloud dress has returned! Since Xuanluo can see Uncle Yun in Jiluo Mountain, it means that everything in the past has not changed, not at all! ”

The person behind the screen suddenly raised his head and nervously said, "Cloud Clothes...... Cloud Reward ......"

This name, as if passing with the wind, has passed for thousands of years. Ever since he became a soulless ghost in the Fire Spirit Pavilion, he never dared to think about all the good things he had when he was a fairy. However, at this moment, when Ling Xuanluo mentioned it, the past came back to his heart.

He fell into longing in a trance, grabbed the edge of the screen with a scarred hand, and wanted to stand up, but unexpectedly, Ling Xuanluo's eyes were quick, his palm was shining with purple light, and he held it down with one palm, holding his terrible ghost hand tightly in his hand.

"Let go of me, Xuanluo, I beg you, let go of me......" He cried in inferiority, and instead his body slid down, trembling and falling to the ground.

Ling Xuanluo didn't let go, but turned his body in front of him, and then put his hand back and hugged him.

Jiang Nanjun also walked over, and then Ling Xuanluo's words said: "The gentleman embraces benevolence and righteousness, and is not afraid of heaven and earth. Xuanluo is right, although you have become a ghost, there is always blood flowing in your body. The people of the Six Realms, what a blessing it is to have a hot-blooded ghost king like you, and why do you need to feel sorry for yourself because of the loss of your appearance? ”