"Wu Yingtian! Wu Yingtian! You come out for me! Zhang Yao screamed loudly, but the loud sound of falling rocks drowned out his voice.

The dim dungeon is now filled with dust and gravel, and there are only souls left, so there is nothing to fear. The rock fell from him, passed through it and fell to the ground.

Holding the demon spirit up the stairs step by step, Kun also ran back.

"Zhang Yao! - Kun called out to him from behind.

"Uncle? Why didn't you get out?! Zhang Yao looked back at Kun in surprise.

"I can't rest assured of you." As he spoke, he ran up to help the demon spirit.

When I walked to the top of the stairs on this side, I saw a body lying horizontally on a gray-white stone platform. Wu Yingtian stood on the edge of the stone platform, holding the hilt of the Seven Sects Sword in both hands, and plunged straight into the heart of the body.

Zhang Yao let go of the demon spirit, let Kun help her, and ran to the front by himself.

The person lying on the stone platform was none other than the Holy Spirit Tuya. A white feather coat wrapped around her body, and most of the hilt of the sword on her chest was already inserted, and blue liquid flowed from the wound.

Wu Yingtian let go of his hand and looked at Zhang Yao: "I never expected that there is still a big secret in King Wen's tomb this week. ”

"You killed Tuya?"

Zhang Yao couldn't understand it, he had always thought that Tuya was a god, a kind of spirit, and there was no body, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he knew that he was wrong.

"Yes, God dies too, and nothing in this world lasts forever." Wu Yingtian calmly said that the war seemed to end with his own victory.

"Do you really think so?" A gentle voice came from the stone platform. Tuya opened her eyes, and under her long eyelashes were deep pupils. Everything in the world and even the entire universe seems to be contained in it.

Zhang Yao and Wu Yingtian were taken aback.

She raised her hands and pulled out the hilt, a ticking blue liquid flowing down the lines on the hilt.

"My soul is always back in my body. I'm about to die" Tuya turned her head to look at Zhang Yao: "Don't be sad, this may also be a relief for me." ”

"No, how could you die? You are a god, and you created this world, so how can you leave it so easily? Zhang Yao took Tuya's small hand, which was stained with blue blood.

"Maybe I will escape into the six realms of reincarnation and be an ordinary person. It's just that I won't be able to meet you again. Go see the spirit, she'll be gone when I'm gone. ”

Tuya's body began to fly away slowly like white floc. The small hand in Zhang Yao's palm also disappeared to nothing.

He hurried back to the demon, and now she no longer needed the support of others, because there was only a trace of aura left.

The faint voice can only be heard if it is close together: "Zhang Yao~ I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be with you in the next life" A crystal teardrop slipped down from his blue eyes.

He took her into his arms. Bow your head and kiss her tears gently. Whisper in the ear: "I love you~"

A white light flashed, and all the solid soul spirits gathered on Zhang Yao's body were transformed into the demon spirits.

"Zhang Yao! - "It was too late for Kun to step forward to stop him, and Zhang Yao and the demon spirit all disappeared into thin air.

"This kid didn't expect to give up himself at the last moment." Wu Yingtian picked up the hilt of the sword on the stone platform and hurried away while the dungeon had not completely collapsed.

Kun was very annoyed, he didn't understand why the little apprentice was so stupid, no matter who was a little bit good to him, he had to remember and think about repaying him.

This is a love word. Why can't you escape, you can't do without. Can't forget.

Now how can he tell everyone when he goes back, Zhen is still waiting to save Zhang Yao, but now that his soul is gone, how can he save it?

When Lin Kun climbed out of the underground palace, it was already three days later, and Li Heqian was still waiting for him in the valley.

They were thrilled to see him come out alive.

"Kun, what's going on in the end? Who won the hell? Qian asked eagerly as he tore open the bread package.

Li handed the water to Kun, and his expression was full of questions.

Kun took the water bottle, didn't drink it, and poured it all on top of his head. The water dripped down his face with the strands of hair that he was covering in front of his eyes, and with his deep eye sockets and stubble covered face, he knew he must be haggard.

I wiped it with both hands to make myself more sober.

"Well, the Holy Spirit and the Demon Spirit are gone." As soon as he finished speaking, the bread in his hand fell to the ground.

I'm afraid no one expected such a result, God actually lost.

"What about Zhang Yao?" Leave anxiously asked.

Kun shook his head and sighed: "You just treat him as if he is dead, anyway, you can't see if there is a soul or not." ”

"What do you mean when he dies, then where is his soul now?" Qian said almost in a rage, he was really angry.

"Don't ask, I'm going to go into the mountains to cultivate and won't come out again." Kun stood up and slapped the dust a few times, leaving them without looking back.

Looking at his back as he walked away, Yue Li was a little sad: "I'm afraid it's hard to see each other again in more than a hundred years." ”

Qianye tilted his head and looked depressedly: "It seems that he has something he can't figure out again." ”

******

Zhen and Dongyang took Zhang Yao's body and rushed back to the villa in the forest thousands of miles away. Because it cost a lot of money and kept it at low temperatures, the body showed no signs of decomposition.

The two of them carried the body to the secret room at the bottom of the lake, where there were all kinds of rare objects as when Chu Zhen brought Zhang Yao here, the jade screen still stood there, and the Shoushan stone did not move, and the amethyst fan was Xiao Yaoyao's favorite thing to watch.

But now it's a matter of right and wrong. Pan Zhen put the corpse on the coral platform, but he didn't expect the size to be just right, as if it was made for Zhang Yao.

He was inexplicably angry in his heart, except for treating Zhang Yao's body, he was beating and throwing everything he picked up, and it seemed that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Dongyang stood aside and didn't know what Zhen was going to do, just watched him rummage through the room.

After a while, Zhen ran back, holding a small dark red wooden box in his hand.

Walk to the coral table, slowly open the wooden box, and take out a crystal clear ice hockey ball from inside.

"What is this?" Dongyang was curious.

Zhen didn't raise his head, carefully put the ice ball on Zhang Yao's chest, and slowly spoke: "This is a 10,000-year-old ice crystal, which Zhang Yao found last time he went to Outer Mongolia, and then Kun went again and brought it back." ”

"Ice crystals? What's the use? ”

"As long as you open the seal on it, it can freeze the entire room, including Xiao Yaoyao's body, of course." Zhen touched Zhang Yao's face, stiff and cold, thinking that he would never be angered by himself again, feel sorry for himself, and laugh for himself, his heart ached.

"Are you crazy? How can you save him from freezing? Dongyang was puzzled by the earthquake's approach.

"You know what! As long as there is a body, I will definitely find a way to send his soul back. Get out of here, you won't be able to stay here once I open the seal. ”

It really didn't help much, so Dongyang had to leave.

Zhen took out a ring from his coat pocket, which was the ghost eye ring that Zhang Yao had taken off and put in his hand, and carefully put it on Zhang Yao's finger, he didn't want to break the connection with each other. The seal on the ice crystal was unsealed, and little by little it began to spread, the ice ring spread out in all directions, covering Zhang Yao's body, the coral platform, the ground, the walls, and finally the entire room.

He wrapped himself in witchcraft and sat in a chair next to the coral platform, guarding it like that. (To be continued.) )