"Poof!" I finally couldn't help but laugh, my forehead resting on his heart-pounding chest and laughing, "Haha, hahaha-" I rolled over and lay down beside him, put my hands open and laughed, "Hahaha-haha...... Idiot, idiot, hahaha-"

The fairy sword stood beside him, and he suddenly got up, sat beside me with one leg bent, and looked down at me with a very unhappy face: "Master! ”

"Mortal yang is useless to me, silly boy." I reached out and patted him on the back, smiling and biting my lower lip, "Moreover, the yang energy of people, I am not rare." ”

He withdrew his gaze from my wicked smile, looked ahead and stroked his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Whew......" He doesn't have to worry about me sucking the yang energy of his brothers and sisters anymore.

When he was relieved, I looked at his back: "In the end, you still chose Kunlun." ”

His back was slightly stunned, and the fairy sword slowly lay down among the petals beside him, and he became quiet because he was speechless. The choice just now has shown in his heart what is more important.

"It's okay, the master won't blame you." I patted him on the back, "You human beings have a strong sense of right and wrong, so you will often fall into pain, and the pain in your choice shows that you have a master in your heart." ”

"Master......" He lowered his face, a deep sense of guilt floating on his body, and his long hair fluttered in the night breeze, making him as quiet as a willow tree in the night.

He grew up in Kunlun, and since he was a child, he was influenced by the inability to stand between good and evil in Kunlun, and what he did was to subdue demons and subdue demons, support the right path, and always put the right path first. He has always been very conflicted in his heart, he is a disciple of Kunlun Immortal Cultivator, how can he use demons as a teacher.

If I am a god or an immortal, it will make him feel a lot more at ease.

I looked at him for a moment, and then the hand on his back grabbed the shirt on his back and pulled it off!

"Pound!" He fell hard again, and I casually pressed the body he remembered and pointed to the sky with one hand: "Look! ”

He was stunned, and as my finger looked at the night sky, a little requiem lamp was flying, like a star moving. The requiem lamp is a fellow disciple of Kunlun who mourns the deceased.

"That's a requiem." He explained that in the flickering light of the requiem lamp, he was sad again, and calm again because of his sorrow.

I withdrew my hand and put it behind my head, glancing at him disdainfully: "Whoever asked you to see the requiem lamp, I have taught you to open the eyes of heaven and see with the eyes of heaven." ”

He turned his face to show a hint of surprise, his narrow eyes flashed, he closed his eyes, and when he turned his face back, he opened his eyes again and looked at the sky, and immediately, the expression on his handsome side face froze.

I saw countless blue points of light covering the entire sky like snow, and they slowly rose towards the long galaxy.

"That's ......"

"It's your spiritual ......power," I replied.

"What?!" He turned his face to me in some surprise, "Isn't the spiritual power in me?" How could it be"

"Immortal cultivators have spiritual power in their bodies, and you can see them on weekdays. But when they die, their spiritual power is not allowed to be brought into the underworld, otherwise wouldn't it be worse than the underworld? Therefore, those who fail to cultivate immortals will have their spiritual power recovered by Tianhe after death, which is the source of spiritual power. "I pointed to the slowly flowing heavenly river, but unfortunately, I can't use these powers.

"That Immortal Venerable!"

"The biggest one is." I pointed to a power as big as a dragon ball that was rising rapidly, and it was only that power after cultivating immortals for a hundred years, so the spiritual power of others was really only the size of a mung bean. Densely flying upward, more like fireflies.

Silence suddenly became around him, and a trace of sorrow began to fill the world of spiritual light, which had once been the light of his fellow disciples, and now, as if he were watching them leave.

Spiritual light floated from beneath us and swam past me, like blue droplets of water slowly evaporating from this world.

"It turns out that we repaired to the end, really...... Nothing......" The low voice sounded in the aura that filled the sky, shaking the aura that was slowly ascending, and they paused for a moment to slowly ascend again.

I turned my face to look at his lost and depressed face, thought about it, stretched out my hand, the power of black and purple came out from my fingertips, rushed straight into the air, and firmly wrapped around the clear spirit ball, when I closed my fingers, the spirit ball was forcibly pulled back into my hand by me, turned over and hit him directly into his chest, he had not yet recovered from his sadness, and saw that I suddenly pounced on his chest, and looked at me in surprise again: "Master, what are you doing?!" ”

The blue aura exploded from my palm, and he jumped up and down with a painful snort: "Hmm! ”

"Pranayama!" I immediately remind!

He hurriedly returned to the Yuan with both hands, the Yuan Qi rotated in his fingertips, and the aura flashed around his body, I sat on his back, and the fingertips were pressed against the back of his heart, helping him to breathe, and dissolving the power of Xianzun's life into his Yuan Dan.

Sweat began to break out on his forehead, and the spiritual light around him flickered and dimmed, he was very painful, and it seemed very laborious, and it was not easy to fuse the immortal power of others. The black and purple power penetrated directly into his body from my fingertips, and when the magic eye was opened, the Yuan Dan in his body was clearly visible, and my power wrapped his Yuan Dan to help him spin, dissolving into the power of pure void.

After he stabilized, I retracted my strength, and the aura around him gradually stabilized, and he let out a long breath.

"Huh......" He slowly lowered his hands and knees, began to exhale, and after his breathing was steady, he immediately turned around and looked at me nervously: "Master! What did you put in my body?! ”

I smiled wickedly: "Do you feel your strength increase?" ”

My words didn't make him excited in the slightest, but only made him even more angry: "I won't want your strength?!" ”

"Who said it was mine?"

He was stunned.

I pointed to Tianhe: "It's the old man of Qingxu, such a big one, don't waste it." ”

He looked at me dumbfounded for a long time, with an incredible look on his handsome face, and he seemed to be tidying up for a long time before looking at me again: "Master, are you saying that I swallowed the power of the Immortal Venerable?" ”

"Uh-huh." I curled one leg, "You can't swallow it without me." ”

He suddenly became angry, his chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing became heavy, and he clenched his teeth with his face sideways: "Master, can you ask me if I agree with you next time!" ”

I didn't bother to look at him: "What? Still don't want it? ”

He looked like he was about to go crazy again: "That's Grandpa Xianzun's!" ”

"Doesn't that make you feel like he's still by your side?"

He froze and became speechless.

I glanced at him, and touched the spiritual light running through my fingertips with one hand: "I really don't understand what you're struggling with." Qingxu is already dead, and he didn't steal him, it is also a waste to return these spiritual powers to Tianhe, and it will take decades if you want to cultivate to this point, so I don't want an old man to call me master all day long. ”

He pursed his lips and hugged his head with his legs curled: "I'm worried about being discovered......"

I glanced at him, and it turned out that he would care about me too.