The obsidian sword is extremely spiritual, and it only recognizes one master and one soul for the rest of its life. After the phantom night soul is destroyed, it will be tragic and self-destructive, preferring to be broken jade rather than being a tile.

The soul looked at the body of the phantom night in distraction, and then at the broken obsidian sword blankly, and was so grieved that he wanted to cry without tears. He said that if Jupiter's master fell, he would rather self-destruct like an obsidian sword and no longer be someone else's; He once thought that his fate with Phantom Night was over, that he had let go of a qiē, and that there was no need to guard Phantom Night anymore, but at this moment he regretted it!

If I had promised the master of Jupiter that I would recognize the Phantom Night as the Lord as soon as possible, guard the Phantom Night well, and not let him come to this place no matter what happened, maybe I would have been able to prevent this tragedy!

In the first life, Soul Ling couldn't save him; In this life, Soul Ling couldn't save him either, so he could only watch the tragedy recur continuously......

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Soul Ling knelt in front of Phantom Night and cried out in pain, like a lone wolf who had lost everything. But after crying a few times, it dawned on him that he had more important things to do than to cry!

At this moment, the phantom night where the corpse is cold is still unclothed and dead! The poor pale thin cheeks still have two lines of sad tears, but the corners of his mouth are smiling happily, looking at him like this is also a merciless hurt.

Soul Ling wept while collecting the body of the phantom night. He smoothed the heart-wrenching smile, closed his miserable and sloppy black eyes, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and carefully arranged his clothes and hair. Soul Ling quickly helped Phantom Night get dressed again, and finally straightened his body. After doing this, Soul Ling knelt and watched the phantom night in a daze.

Phantom Night clasped his hands together and was sleeping beside Soul Ling. The delicate and elegant ancient clothes made him look extraordinarily noble, his long eyes reflected the face of the country and the city, and his young face still had a gentle childishness, but he was too thin under the torture of many years of illness, his cheeks were thin, and his slender fingers were so thin that only bones remained, but his small hands were so thin that they were white and beautiful, with ice muscles and snow skin, crystal clear. When Soul Ling was collecting him just now, all his movements were very light, for fear that he would hurt him if he was not careful.

He was like a beautiful little angel who fell asleep only when he was sick, and he was both beautiful and pitiful. Soul Ling didn't dare to disturb him anymore, and couldn't help but stare at him with tears in his eyes.

The flame of the incense burner still burns miserably, sending wisps of fragrance to the desolate void and edifying the sleeping cherubs. The little angel slept more and more peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep in the diffuse of aromatherapy and found the happiness he longed for.

Ling Soul hated this incense burner very much, but he had to admit that without this incense burner, Phantom Night would have swallowed his last breath in extreme pain and despair when he was dying. It was this incense burner that soothed the scarred soul of the night, and made him pass away with a smile, even if the happiness he had obtained at the last moment was only a false illusion......

Phantom Night really slept too peacefully, so that Soul Ling couldn't believe that he had really left, was this qiē a dream?

In the previous life, the voice and smile of the little prince of Lanyuan kept floating in Ling Ling's mind, overlapping with the image of the phantom night in this life. recalled the shy and timid cute expression he had when he was hugged by himself when he remembered the Fire Martial God Domain; remembered his delicate kindness, obviously a vampire, but he would rather starve to death than suck blood; recalled that he lowered his body and treated himself sincerely, smiling and calling himself "soul brother......

And what about yourself? Whether in the past life or in this life, I always miss the ...... again and again Soul Ling blamed himself in grief, feeling ashamed of the old Blue Emperor and Jupiter's dying entrustment.

It wasn't until the remnant soul of the phantom night completely dissipated, leaving only a beautiful empty shell, that Soul Ling suddenly came back to his senses again, this was not a dream, it was a cruel reality!

"Master, Ah Ye, it's Soul Ling who is not good, it's Soul Ling's strength that can't save you...... Soul Ling pleaded to go to that world and continue to follow you, with him for a long time, to atone for this sin......" Two lines of silent tears flowed, and the desperate Soul Ling turned back into a blue jade bottle, and the blue jade bottle shattered in an instant.

The fragmented fragments shimmered with a glowing blue light, like glowing fireflies in the darkness lingering in the phantom night for a long time, like a requiem's dream.

This piece of blue light shone violently, quickly extending in all directions, and soon enveloped the entire star. If you look at it from afar, you will see that the star glows faintly blue, but you can no longer find the person who sleeps in it.

After Jupiter's form and gods were destroyed, the soul pool became ownerless. An ownerless thing is something that can't move too far. The soul pool was left in this uninhabited star, and the soul Ling, who was a machine spirit, was trapped here. He couldn't send the body of Phantom Night back to Earth, nor could he bury Phantom Night with the water of the Soul Pool, after all, Phantom Night's cultivation was a great realm higher than him, and the water of the Soul Pool could not dissolve the body of Phantom Night.

But what can I bear to let the body of the phantom night lie here, and be reduced to decay under the erosion of the vast cosmic power? Even if it doesn't turn into clay, it can fall into the hands of others. Although the phantom night has been extinguished, the body still contains extremely profound powers, and as long as it is slightly refined, it will become a terrifying weapon.

Both of these situations were what Soul Ling did not want to see. He had no choice but to turn his soul into a coffin, turn the fragments of the soul pool into a mausoleum, and cover the entire mausoleum with his last thoughts as a seal, and bury the phantom night properly.

The shattered obsidian sword and Fu Xiqin were sealed in the coffin by Soul Ling, and they were accompanied by the phantom night for a long time. Soul Ling also placed Jupiter's spatial ring in Phantom Night's hand. This is the last relic of Jupiter.

Soul Ling knew that Jupiter remembered the phantom night, so he let this longing accompany the phantom night of the long sleep, and from then on, neither the phantom night nor Jupiter would be lonely.

For Soul Ling, this mausoleum buries the two generations of masters in the past and the present life, which is both painful and solemn. And the last thing he wanted was for someone to disturb him.

The lonely incense burner hung above the mausoleum, flickering with a broken soul flame coldly, exuding bursts of quiet fragrance, like a lonely lamp guarding the tomb. Since it can't be destroyed, let it be. The power of the incense burner is no less than that of the Eighth Order Realm King God level, and once a person who is good at entering here is infected by this fragrance, he will lose consciousness and become a living dead.

I don't know how long it took, the void of the universe was distorted, and two mysterious figures appeared. They are none other than the Holy Monarch Xiaowang and the Holy Venerable Sinan.

"It's finally over." Sinan sighed leisurely, relieved.

"Lord Saint, they are all dead, and now you are happy?" Xiao Wang was angry.

They had been hiding in the void, silently watching Yiqiē, and only now did they appear.

Ever since Jupiter and Jiangevil landed on the blue comet, Xiao Wang has always wanted to save them, but he was stopped by Sinan every time. Because Jupiter and Jiang Xie are both candidates for the Eastern Domain Lord, they must be tested many times. The rules clearly require that candidates must rely on their own strength to pass the test, and no one else can do it for them or help them.

When he saw Soul Ling turned into a mausoleum to bury the phantom night, Xiao Wang was very sad. Maybe Soul Ling's seal could stop the monks below the low-level realm king god, but for Xiao Wang, it was nothing, and he could see at a glance the phantom night sleeping in the tomb.

The man was so dignified, his face was still ethereal, and his expression was so serene and happy, like a beautiful little angel in a deep sleep, that no one could bear to disturb his sweet dreams.

Xiao Wang was so sad that tears came, and his eyes were red and he said, "It's so pitiful......"

Looking at the phantom night, I thought of Jupiter again. Phantom Night still left a whole corpse, and Jupiter's bones were gone. The brothers are miserable enough......

If you can't save it, then you should be able to hang it, right? There is no way to deal with Jupiter's future, and Xiao Wang just wants to protect the body of Phantom Night. The seal of the soul Ling is not enough in Xiao Wang's eyes, and the king gods above the middle level can be easily broken. He was about to tie a handprint to strengthen the barrier of the mausoleum, but he was taken first by Sinan.

Sinan probed with his big hand, and he broke through the enchantment of Soul Ling with one move and stole the body of Phantom Night. Not only that, but he also unceremoniously took away the Aromatherapy Furnace, the Obsidian Sword, the Fuxiqin, the Space Ring, and the fragments of the Soul Pool! Not even a single relic of the Phantom Night was spared.

Oh, my God! Is this a tomb robbery? Even if you steal the treasure, why don't you even let go of the body of the phantom night? Could it be that you want to use the remains of Phantom Night to refine that kind of puppet that violates your nature? Phantom Night had Saint Monarch-level strength before his death, and if he used his body to refine a puppet, it would be a Saint Monarch-level puppet! Xiao Wang is a Saint Monarch, and he naturally understands how terrifying the power of the Saint Monarch is! Xiao Wang didn't dare to speculate any further......

Looking at the empty tomb and Sinan, who was snickering with joy, Xiao Wang's skin was cold. I didn't expect Sinan to be this kind of person! This guy usually hides too deeply, it turns out that all the selflessness of the duke is pretended, and the upright little hope is ashamed of this kind of person!

"Lord Saint, the person is dead, why don't you let the deceased rest in peace? You're going too far! Please hand over the body and all the relics of Phantom Night, and I will rebury them. If you have other intentions and insist on robbing tombs and insulting the deceased, don't blame me for reporting this matter to the Lord of the Universe. Xiao Wang couldn't see it, and for the last respect of Phantom Night, he actually accused Sinan in person.

Obviously, Sinan is a saint and his boss, no matter the realm and status are higher than him, obviously he is usually very afraid of Sinan, but at this moment he is out of the way.

Xiao Wang and Phantom Night have no intersection, but he looked at the reincarnation of Phantom Night for several lifetimes, understood what kind of person Phantom Night was, and knew that he had made merits to the Three Realms in the past few lifetimes, and he sincerely admired him, and at this moment, the so-called test has ended, Phantom Night has even lost his soul, and for a corpse, all the rules are meaningless!

He has already decided that he will no longer be a cold observer of the affairs of the Phantom Night, and he will help him to the end until the Phantom Night can truly rest in peace.

Seeing Xiao Wang's angry expression that he couldn't wait to beat himself, Sinan actually smiled at Xiao Wang with a satisfied gaze: "Xiao Wang, you have a sense of justice beyond my expectations, and you are a good seedling worth cultivating, I have a good impression of you." ”