The immortal head seal letter engraved with the dark pattern of Jiluo Mountain bamboo leaves, after going through the ordeal, returned to the hands of Ling Xuanluo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info holding it, he couldn't help but cry.

It's time for the snow wolf to hand it over to the Jinshu Sheng, he can't do this matter himself, so he can only ask the ghost district to do it for him.

Besides, Jin Shusheng, no matter how bad this person is, he also knows how to think about himself, even if he no longer loves the position of the immortal head, if there is no special reason, he will not take refuge in the enemy alliance at the cost of self-destruction of the immortal reputation.

It is not difficult for anyone involved in this matter to guess that he must have been caught by someone and had to do this as a last resort. At the last moment, Ling Xuanluo had the heart to try to pull him again, but he didn't succeed.

Jin Shusheng walked up to Jiang Nanjun, wrapped one arm around the snow wolf, sandwiched her under her armpit, and the other hand reached out and turned into a palm, stopping three inches away from Jiang Nanjun's head, and soon the palm revealed a dark red.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Nanjun's forehead changed, and his skin became transparent, and through his forehead, the tissue structure in his skull could be clearly seen.

When this step was completed, the dark red in the Jinshu Saint's palm began to seep outward. Strange to say, the dark red was like a stream of liquid, and after it came out of his palm, it turned from red to white, and turned into a puff of smoke, which swirled into spiral ripples, and couldn't wait to jump into the top of Jiang Nanjun's head.

From his transparent forehead, the ripples were clearly visible, and they were clinging to the inner wall of his brain in an orderly circle, and then disappeared.

The process of white smoke entering his brain did not last long, Jiang Nanjun's forehead returned to normal complexion, and then a low moan came out of his throat, it seemed that he was trying to wake up.

Sensing his struggle, Jin Shusheng's stiff cheeks were about to be torn apart by resentment, and Leng Sensen said: "Jiangnan Zimo, I led the immortals to besiege Jiluo Mountain, and when I wanted to arrest you, you were right, my hatred for you came from jealousy. How many years I have hated you is equivalent to how many years I have been jealous of you. It's a pity that God is unfair, and I, an immortal who can call the wind and rain, finally fell to your hands! What I am most hostile to you about you is that you are a little mortal, what kind of ability do you have, can open up the relationship between the Three Realms, and go down and down the heavens and the earth freely? You rely on the shadow of your ancestors to become a rich man who rivals the country, how can that nursery rhyme be sung? The window lattice is surrounded by pearls, and the night pearl is used as a lamp...... Why do you have so much wealth? Let's talk about the Immortal Demon Banquet, you are the protagonist every year, just because the Heaven and Earth Hall is in your mansion, you can sit on the throne of the master from high on the ground, and use your dirty mortal hands to command us noble fairies!"

He was so agitated that a mouthful of phlegm got stuck in his throat and he almost choked on it.

Ling Xuanluo and the Ghost District didn't stop him, they only frowned coldly, planning to listen to him finish his words, all if he didn't admit himself, why should he not stop using the most despicable means to deal with Jiang Nanjun.

It was easy to gasp, but the hideous color on his face seemed to be coughed up, and he changed it to a thick Qi color and said: "Hey, the past is over, no matter how much you say, it can only add sadness." Looking back, if I hadn't been so jealous, I probably wouldn't have fallen to where I am today. Objectively evaluated, over the past hundred years, you have indeed made countless contributions to the Three Realms, and you have saved many people by killing the demon dragon in the mountains alone. You have been poisoned by the demon dragon because of this, but you have never resented others, let alone considered the gains and losses, these are not pretended. At this moment, the wood has become a boat, no matter how big my Jinshu Sheng's mistake is, I am sorry for you, and if you have today's end, you should also relieve your hatred. Let's say goodbye, there will be no time in the future, the battle of the clouds, please bother!"

With that, he groped to hold the snow wolf and walked out of the secret room quickly. Listen to the sound of his footsteps, which resounded in the empty tomb, and spread farther and farther until they disappeared. The air in the secret room condensed again, and the eerie silence added a lot of ghostly energy.