After meeting Jiang Nanjun and the four spirits, he frankly admitted that he had officially accepted Ling Xuanluo as a disciple, and Ling Xuanluo also humbly confirmed it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After confirming it, he looked at the Withered Dao Master beggingly, and was about to speak, but he heard Jiang Nanjun exclaim, saying that the caracal was leaving.

"What, the master is leaving?"

Ling Xuanluo was in a hurry when he heard this, he didn't care about talking to the withered, he hurriedly turned around to find the caracal, and sure enough, he saw his figure, which was becoming illusory little by little, and his handsome and bookish face, and the edges and corners were gradually blurring.

"Master, don't go, Xuanluo still has a lot to say!" Ling Xuanluo shouted, and was about to run over to stop him, but his arm tightened, and he was obviously grabbed by someone vigorously, turned his head, and the person who dragged him was withered.

"Xuanluo, your master's limit is approaching, the demon yuan is dispersing, don't touch him! He is now enduring the pain of the cone, no matter what you do, it will only increase his pain!"

"What? Feather Wind's Demon Yuan is dispersing?"

As soon as the old saying came out, it shocked everyone present, and the frightened eyes were cast on the caracal one by one, and they were all so anxious that they didn't know what to do.

Ling Xuanluo couldn't cry, shook his head again and again, and finally gathered strength and spit out a few coherent words: "Impossible...... This is impossible! The master has already used the method of locking in and returning to peace, turning into a soul to fight side by side with us, how can it be so soon? Isn't his body stored in the Burning Ice Palace, and it won't decay under the high cold?"

Decay said bitterly: "This is still because of the Heaven Destroying Curse! Or is this evil deed harming him!"

The ethereal monk was already hot-tempered, but how could he still bear it at this time? He grabbed the sleeve of his withered robe and asked angrily: "What do you say? He is a dead man, and he can't send the heaven-destroying curse again, so what can he do with the evil skill?"

The aura of cruelty in the past, I can't find it anymore, the old eyes are full of muddy tears, and he only replied simply: "He has indeed lost his strength, but the temperature of the backlash is still there, I'm afraid that the cold ice of the Ice Palace can't resist it...... Moreover, he performed that kind of mission in Xuanyuan Mountain......"

Ling Xuanluo didn't want to listen to any explanation, just the first half of the withered words was enough, so he simply threw himself at his feet and begged bitterly: "Uncle Wither, you said you could save him, you quickly find a way, save him quickly!"

Before he could speak, he heard the caracal call him: "Xuanluo, come and see how the pearl is changing in front of the Yunjin Gate?"

Things happened one by one, and Ling Xuanluo really didn't know which one to deal with first, so he had to raise his head blankly and look obediently at the huge bead in front of the Yunjin Gate. At this point, it had stopped spinning and no longer emitted light, like a lamp that had just been extinguished.

Carabia can finally attract his attention, and he loses no time in explaining to him and everyone: "This bead is the mother of Xi Muxian, the relic of Haozhu, which was stolen by the Mobei fox in Yunnan. As a result, the foxes didn't know if they were not optimistic, or they made a deal with Nangong Xiang, and they took it from him, and cast witchcraft on the beads, which became the Tianyi beads that broke people's souls. He used his mana to induce the beads to grow up, and then placed them in Sanya's strange cloud fantasy realm, in a vain attempt to connect with his heart to provide power, and harmed many people for hundreds of years. ”

"What? This bead, its energy can be connected to Nangong Xiang's heart?" everyone was incredulous when they heard it, but these words came from the derangement, and they couldn't help but not believe it.

At the same time, Nangong Xiang, who was lying in the dark clouds, wanted to stop the caracal from talking, but he was unable to wield the black gold scepter, let alone pull back the snow wolf who was choked by the ice beast whip, so he had to stare at this group of people angrily.