The caracal body is burdened by the Heaven Destroying Curse, even if it uses the Lock Breath to return to Ning, it will not be able to escape the doom of being eaten by this evil skill. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The Decaying Dao Master knew that he was the culprit, and after searching for a long time, he finally found a way to save him, which was to exchange his soul for soul, and exchange his ghost life for the reshaping of his soul.

In this way, after obtaining the Gathering God Pill, the deranged soul returned to the Burning Ice Palace in its entirety, but the withered soul replaced him and disappeared forever.

At this time, the strange cloud fantasy realm is undergoing rapid changes, everyone knows very well, the snow wolf is sleepy, once the consciousness fades into sleep, this virtual realm built by her will soon dissipate, they have no extra time to dry and sad, but must leave here before the virtual realm is exhausted.

Although Jiang Nanjun has no deep friendship with the Decay Dao Chief, but after all, it is him, who exchanged his death for the life of the Devil Annihilation, not only that, but it is difficult to say that the Devil Annihilation can also re-take charge of the Demon King Wang Yin and take care of the Celestial Empire, so the righteous act of the Dao Chief, what he saved was by no means a ruthless person.

He thanked this person's kindness, picked up the peachwood sword that fell on the clouds, and saluted the three spirits respectfully: "The three seniors, seeing the sword is like seeing a person, although there is no Zhong and no extreme person in the world from now on, but leaving behind a decaying Taoist who is admired by people for all generations. I know that the decaying predecessors have a deep relationship with several people, and I advise you not to grieve, it is impossible, but it can only be said that the Si man has passed away, and we can only mourn and fulfill his wishes. ”

This comfort, without being deliberately carved or abrupt, only appropriately pointed out what to do next, so that the ups and downs of the three spirits gradually calmed down.

Seeing that their qi was relieved, Jiang Nanjun breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "If the three of them agree, Zimo is willing to take the only relic of the Taoist Master out of the virtual realm, build a sword mound for him in the Mighty Soul Ridge of Xuanyuan Mountain, and take this day every year as a sacrifice day, so that he can receive incense, so that one day, his soul can return to its place and be reincarnated." ”

"Decayed, if you have been incense by people, is there still the possibility of reincarnation?" Although the three spirits knew that this statement was difficult to achieve, they still looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and nodded gloomily. In any case, Jiang Nanjun's suggestion at this time is the best suggestion.

Put away the peachwood sword, Jiang Nanjun went to find Ling Xuanluo.

At this time, he was standing in the place where the Withered Dao Master had disappeared, his expression was in a trance, and his body was shaking.

Looking at his lonely figure and thinking about the various hardships he had suffered, Jiang Nanjun's eyes were wet again. He asked Cangtian with emotion in his heart, how many life tests does this child, who was once called a demon baby, have to go through before he can embark on a smooth road and see Pingchuan at a glance?

He didn't want to disturb him, but the realm was about to disperse, so he had to pull him away with him, so he had to walk lightly towards him.

In the past few days, the continuous blows have caused heavy damage to Ling Xuanluo's young heart, which can be imagined.

The grief of the Battle of the East China Sea was unresolved, and then he was kidnapped by the lost snow wolf, and almost fell into the strange cloud fantasy realm, and there was no return. There is also the withered Taoist who died due to extinction, which adds to his heartache.

At this time, he seemed to be silent, but in fact he wanted to shout, want to fight, and want to use the greatest strength to vent his grief and anger, and then find a place where no one was, lie down and never get up again.

However, the road under his feet continued, and he could not stop. When Jiang Nanjun looked at him again, he was surprised to find that the fighting spirit in his eyes was not only not gone, but on the contrary, it was stronger than before.

This fighting spirit all comes from the strength and sense of responsibility that ordinary people can't imagine, as well as the hatred of the Blue Wolf Alliance.

"Xuanluo. He greeted softly.

Ling Xuanluo suddenly raised his head and responded stupidly, "Brother......"