Galodi deceived everyone through the spells of the Yan clan, she rushed to Kunlun non-stop, there is a record in the scroll of divine skills, if it is a resurrection of the dead and dead, the caster will be counterattacked, but she has not been aware of the two souls of Shuo, and now his original soul is gradually disappearing, and the other soul is taking control of the body.

As long as Heshuo doesn't disappear completely, she still has a chance.

As long as she finds the bone carving, she will definitely have a chance.

The vitality of the body is passing rapidly, and you don't have to guess to know that it was the ghost of the Immortal Emperor, he has wanted the magic skills of the Yan clan for a long time, how can he not defend against the brocade!

Be sure to find the bone carving......

"Immortal Emperor, it's not good!" Xian'e hurriedly went to the main hall and whispered beside the Immortal Emperor. On the ground, the Immortal Emperor's face changed suddenly, and the wine chopsticks in his hands were thrown to the ground, and the splashes wet the red wedding robe. The protagonists are gone, and the immortals look at each other.

When the Immortal Emperor found the brocade, she was like an ice and snow sculpture, lying peacefully in the snow, holding the wood sculpture tightly in her hand. With just a glance, the Immortal Emperor knew that it was from He Shuo's hand, he leaned over and picked up the brocade, and the spiritual power was injected into her body, and for a while the ice and snow melted, and her pale face flushed.

The Immortal Emperor held the wood carving in his hand on this brocade, and the spiritual power of the immortal clan was injected into the wood carving, and it suddenly turned into starlight and was good in heaven and earth.

"No, don't!" the brocade tugged tightly on the front of the Immortal Emperor.

"Ah Jin, you are not obedient, you secretly ran to Kunlun Mountain. The Immortal Emperor struggled regardless of the brocade, "You like Kunlun Yunhai, and I will accompany you to watch it after we get married, okay?"

"Let's, let me, see, see, he. The brocade wept silently in the arms of the Immortal Emperor.

The Immortal Emperor looked at the person in his arms, as long as he passed today, as long as he passed today, he could also have the divine power of the Yan clan. "Good. ”

At the bottom of Kunlun Mountain, the red lotus industry fire was burning, and Shuo's limbs were tied by cold iron, and when he saw the brocade coming, he raised his head, "Ah Jin, go!

"Hahaha, I want to go. The tongue of fire climbed up Heshuo's body, and the lotus red swaying between his eyebrows carried a dignity that could not be refused. "None of you can leave. ”

The flames suddenly jumped high, the fire dragon rushed into the passage, the brocade could not feel the scorching, she looked at He Shuo with a firm gaze, "He Shuo, you have deceived me for a hundred years, how can I take revenge on you!" She smiled brightly in her eyes.

A red lotus suddenly bloomed in the center of her eyebrows, and the bone carving was held up into the flames, and in the unbelievable gaze of the Immortal Emperor, it turned into a streamer and slammed straight into He Shuo's chest, "Ah!" The woman's and man's voices gradually merged into one.

Fortunately, her Heshuo is still there.

The last trace of Brocade's consciousness disappeared into Heshuo's body, and a red tear slowly emerged above his left atrium, and Heshuo unconsciously touched it, burning her fingertips, as if she had returned herself to him. He Shuo spread sorrow, "Do you think this is the way to pay off?" At the end, he laughed out loud, and as soon as he raised his hand, the puppets swarmed up, and the Immortal Emperor was too busy to take care of himself, and finally fell in the land of Kunlun.

He Shuo randomly summoned a puppet and put the skin of the Immortal Emperor on it, and a new Immortal Emperor was born.

The Yan people were originally the darlings of the Heavenly Dao and the descendants of the last gods.

He Shuo walked to the place where Fang Cai brocade stood, and a charred black wood carving fell to the ground, and he could vaguely see the elegance of his eyebrows and eyes.

High Priest Heshuo sat in the temple power, and a little girl sat on her knees, and a fairy voice opened softly, and a story was slowly told.

Once the Immortal Emperor coveted the Yan people's magical powers, once sneaked into the Yan Temple, peeped into the heart of the high priest, and took away the soul and soul of his companion Ah Jin, and later the news of Ah Jin's death, the high priest in order to save Ah Jin regardless of the training, out of the temple, and later the Yan clan was slaughtered by the heavenly soldiers and generals.

The high priest was so grief-stricken that he carved his beloved with flesh and bones, and used the secret art of the Yan clan to suffer from the tearing of his soul every day, and his two souls were tormented.

"And then?" the little girl leaned on Heshuo's body, listening attentively.

He Shuo lowered his eyes, "Ah Jin, didn't Elder Fang ask you to help him see the waterwheel?"

Ah Jin jumped out of her arms, "Then I'll go first, I'll be back in a while, you have to remember to keep telling me!" She twisted her little ass and disappeared into the temple.

Later, his Ah Jin died! With the bone carving returning to his body, supplemented by the seven emotions and six desires of the three thousand small worlds, his soul naturally began to merge, and his Ah Jin actually broke the curse, but he could never come back.

They are one, not so much that Ah Jin is his companion as his conniving companion. The long life was too lonely, and her presence made him reluctant to return to loneliness. In the empty temple, he was no longer alone, she would sit not far away, carved her posture by the knife in his hand.

The companion has no body, but she can use the Yan's man-making magic technique to give her flesh and blood, life.

From then on I lived, she lived, I died, she died.