Zhao Haifeng quickly came to where he was, and then stretched out his hand to place it on his dry body.

After about two breaths, Zhao Haifeng's tense face looked like the collapse of a snow-capped mountain.

He held out a hand, but it was only the last struggle.

"There is no life left. When the old man talked to Xu Haisheng, the brilliance of these two people was a little dim.

"What's going on?" Xu Haisheng looked at Yingxian, he knew that this woman was the closest to Qiu Qiu.

But the fairy didn't respond to anything, so he looked at him vacantly.

Xing Yingying didn't want to believe that there was no hope. She felt that as long as her great-grandfather was there, she would be able to save what she was complaining about.

"Great-grandfather, you saved your brother, he is so fierce, he just joined our Heavenly Sword Sect, he shouldn't have been so early-"

The old man tried to comfort his great-granddaughter, but he couldn't say anything.

In He Binqiu's body, no trace of life was found, and even the spirit that should have been maintained completely disappeared.

This strange way of dying is the most powerful ability to go to the top of the mountain.

The body is like being sucked out of the aura, and then nothing in this world is capable of destroying the spirit together without destroying the body.

"Isn't it magic?" Xu Haisheng suppressed his anger and spoke to the old man.

The old man shook his head and said, "No, if this is really a magic trick, how can we hide it from our eyes so quietly that he can take his soul." Don't say it's you. Even the old people have never heard of it.

Xu Haisheng naturally understood the meaning of aging, but it did not explain why he died at all.

This is not a magic killing, and the same is true of suicide? Xu Haisheng thought of this idea in his heart, and then immediately ruled it out.

"Maybe this practice has led to an obsession?" the old man suddenly opened his mouth.

There are many ways to do things in the world. If there really is a powerful and strange way of doing things, they don't know.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and then his consciousness immediately spread, covering all the space around him.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes.

"The soul of the sword is gone. ”

Xu Haisheng's face changed for a while, and then he said, "The pearl is the soul of the sword, isn't it a descendant?"

If you really want to go to the soul of the sword, then he will die too much for him Qiu Qiu.

"Because it is not directed against the soul of the sword, perhaps the soul of the sword is taken away. Then he shook his head, and the wrinkles on his eyebrows deepened.

Now even a trace of soul can't catch complaining about Autumn, which means why complaining that Autumn is dead and can't die anymore, even if the gods can't save the world, why complain about Autumn.

"There is nothing in the world that can completely destroy the human spirit!" the old man sighed, threatening to feel sad.

As long as there is any remnant of the spirit of autumn, the old guy can feel it and grasp it. It is possible to find out the specific process of this problem in this way.

But one way or another, he's dead, and no one can change it.

"Take him away. The old man looked at Zhao Haifeng. His eyes were not clear. He seemed to be asking for Zhao Haifeng's advice.

Zhao Haifeng nodded without objection.

"I don't agree!" Yingxian suddenly opened her mouth.

"Don't be impulsive, maybe we can pass?"?

Before Xu Haisheng finished speaking, the immortal shouted directly: "No matter what, he hasn't come back yet, I can't let his Taoist body be so unknown, don't buy someone to take it away." ”

Xu Haisheng looked gloomy, but he also understood Yingxian's mood.

Fear is the reaction of anyone's important relatives leaving, let alone complaining that the relationship between Qiu and Fan Xia Er is so unusual.

Xu Haisheng was not in a hurry to force the immortals, he had the opportunity to study the remnants why he complained about the autumn, as long as the immortals were still in the Heavenly Sword Gate.

For all the elders and disciples of the Tianjian Sect and the prosperity of the Tianjian Sect, Xu Haisheng had to find out why he was complaining about Qiu's death.

When everyone is sad and in pain, the bones on the cold ground suddenly move.

Although there are only such subtle movements, they still cannot avoid the perception of several great people on the scene.

"People, still alive!" Xu Haisheng was suddenly surprised, and then immediately realized that he had lost his temper.

However, no one cares if he is in a bad shape or not.

"He's still alive?"

The old guy's eyes were like a torch, and he suddenly shone on Shin of the man who complained about the autumn. His burning gaze seemed to tell him why he complained about the burning bones of the fall, but he still had no catch.

It's still not alive. So what just happened?

Is it wrong to read it before? The old man turned his gaze to Xu Haisheng.

Xu Haisheng shook his head and said, "I saw it too." ”

Now that they've seen it, it can't be wrong. The old man was even more confused.

"It's still weird anyway. Let's start by collecting the body. Maybe a miracle is happening. ”

Just as Xu Haisheng was about to take He Yuanqiu's body, he started a campaign again.

This time, not only Zhao Haifeng and the three of them were found, but even four immortals.

He Binqiu raised his hand and placed it on Xu Haisheng's shoulder. Then he opened his unusually bright eyes.

"Master, what do you want to do?

When he woke up, he saw that Xu Haisheng wanted to keep him, and suddenly there was a cool breath.

No wonder the boy used to be so kind to himself. It turns out that he holds this idea. No, he will never be allowed to take care of himself.

So he complained about the autumn and stretched out his hand to prepare for Xu Haisheng's close relationship.

Xu Haisheng was really shocked.

He was indignant at Autumn's behavior, there was no sign at all, and it didn't even cause a trace of mental turmoil, otherwise Xu Haisheng wouldn't have noticed.

"Are you a man or a ghost?" Huang Lian'er said loudly, and then he complained that Qiu had noticed that there were so many people here.

"Nonsense, young man, I'm a natural person, Huang Lian, why haven't you left yet?"

When she heard what he said, Huang Lian'er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the tone is a bit fierce. But this kind of thing can only be said, so Huang Lian'er decided to be like a ghost is why he complained about Qiu.

"You boy, you're afraid we'll die. Zhao Haifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and the gravel in his heart was shattered.

He complained that Qiu wanted to ask them what was going on, but before he could speak, a mirror appeared in front of him.

"Lying in the trough, who is this ghost?" he complained, his eyes as big as brass bells, but he fainted for a moment.

He was scared to death.

This man can't be himself, or I'd rather die. He complained about the last consciousness before the fall collapse.

It's just that why complaining about the faint moment of autumn, someone immediately changed their face in that place, and one complained that autumn really wanted a fart, and immediately swarmed in.

"Nothing, just fainting. The old man looked at it and spoke weakly.

The old man was baffled by the fact that all the lost souls and lives had been restored, but he did not tell them what he was complaining about and why he was still alive.

Just as the crowd breathed a sigh of relief, pressure increased from all directions.

Saving is like a flowing inspiration, like rolling clouds that slope densely towards the top of a mountain, and he complains about autumn because it is blocked by a secret room that releases tremendous stress.

(End of chapter)