After Zhang Chiruhai's seal was unsealed, he called the name of the fox king funny. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Zhang Chiruhai was so excited that he even stammered a little when he spoke.

Just like the painting hanging on the wall in the Fox King's palace, red eyeballs, red lips, beautiful people can't look at it directly, the phoenix god finally woke up, but he only remembered the things in the previous life, but he couldn't remember the things in the mortal world after reincarnation, and he couldn't remember that the phoenix god clothes were obviously a black winged clothes, how could it become a fox fur coat.

Lang Shixun handed over all the military power of the Blood Gathering Mountain to Zhang Chiruhai, and after Lang Shixun used his spiritual power to unseal the Fox King Token, he handed over the Fox King Token to Zhang Chiruhai, and from now on, the Fox King of the Blood Gathering Mountain is Zhang Chiruhai.

Zhang Chiruhai looked at the glittering fox king token in his hand and wanted to refuse, Lang Shixun saw what Zhang Chiruhai was thinking, and said lightly: "I still can't come back after all, I'm just a spirit who lives in someone else's body." ”

Zhang Chiruhai understood what Lang Shixun said, silently looked at the glowing token in his hand, tears flashed in his eyes, and silently did not say a word.

Lang Shixun took everyone to the edge of the phoenix pool, and with a wave of his hand, the water of the phoenix pool turned into a hot spring, because this phoenix pool was sealed by the fox king before, and the phoenix pool water can only heal the fox king and the phoenix god, so the scar on Shi Zi Ying's scar last time had no effect at all. And now that Lang Shixun has unsealed the water of the wind pool, everyone can use the water of the wind pool to heal their injuries.

"Fox King, I look forward to your return every day by this phoenix pond, and today I finally look forward to your return, every time you were injured before, I said that as long as I was by your side and warmed the phoenix pond water for you, your injury would be healed immediately. Zhang Chiruhai said as he looked at Lang Shixun.

The fox king thought that when the spirit calamity curse seal was lifted, the broken spirit would never recover, but he didn't expect that by such a coincidence, he found a quarter of the spirit in the illusion of the Feng Clan Mountain, and two-quarters of the spirit was sealed in the phoenix divine clothes.

Everyone used Fengchi water to heal the scars on their bodies and restore their spiritual power. is going to go to Yi Dye Qingchen to find Che Qing of the ghost clan to avenge Miss Xia.

Che Qing had already expected these people to come, and had already seen their figures in the spirit mirror, Che Qing ordered countless mechanisms to be set up in the palace, and the gate of the palace was opened, and Che Qing still had his back to the copper pillars in the palace as always.

Everyone walked into the gate of Memory Dust, and the stone slab under their feet suddenly flew up, and on the ground were elite bayonets, which were coated with venom. Xia Gongzi's paper fan flicked, and a spiritual light slashed, and the elite blade instantly broke into two sections.

Arrows from the rooftop came from all directions from the black-clad guards. With a wave of his sleeves, Lang Shixun flicked the arrow back and reflected it on the black-clothed guard, who was shot in the chest by the arrow, fell one by one, and fell from the roof.

They cautiously walked forward step by step, and when they entered the second gate of the palace, a group of elite guards of the ghost clan fell from the sky, surrounding all of them, and the swords in their hands were forged with high-grade spiritual power, which was difficult to break.

The swords of the guards pointed at them, and they kept walking in a circle around them, this is the elite team formation of the ghost clan, the singular guards jumped up and flew onto the shoulders of the even-numbered guards, the hilt of the sword in their hands shone brightly, and the aura alternately merged together.

"Be careful, everyone, this is the elite team of the ghost clan. Xia Gongzi clenched the handle of the fan, and the sword light in the hands of the elite team slashed towards them, and at this time, the butterfly had recovered to the appearance of a phoenix god, and the spiritual power was also extremely powerful.

The eye butterfly swept the spiritual power of all the elite teams with a wave of his sleeves, but these swords were cast by the high-grade spiritual power, and the spiritual light crossed the sword, but the sword was not damaged at all, and the elite team took a few steps back, resisting the spiritual light of the eye butterfly with the spiritual light on the sword in his hand.

A ball of fox fire appeared on Lang Shixun's palm, and when the fox fire was thrown out with Lang Shixun's spiritual power, it burned the swords in the hands of the elite team that were cast with high-grade spiritual power, and the elite team looked at the swords that were on fire, and threw the swords on the ground, and the spiritual power beams of Xia Gongzi and the Ru family sisters knocked all the elite teams to the ground, and a blue light was drawn in the hands of the butterfly, and the elite teams who fell to the ground disappeared in front of them in an instant.

The group continued to walk forward, looking around as they went. He kept glancing at everything around him with his peripheral vision, and he was cautious with every step.

One by one, the stingers flew over from all directions, the stinging hearts were suspended in the air, looking at them arrogantly, Xia Gongzi used the spiritual power beam drawn by the paper fan to knock the stingers to the ground, and the ground was scattered with stingers, like a place of sorrow.

The angry god's repentant sword shadow was so fast that people couldn't see it clearly, passing by their side, the spiritual light in the hand of the butterfly was drawn, and the purple and green interlaced spiritual light drawn by Ru Qing and Ru Si all slashed towards the repentant sword shadow, but it was not damaged at all, Xia Gongzi threw out the paper fan in his hand, and the paper fan rotated and hit the penitent sword shadow, and Lang Shixun's spiritual power also crossed the penitent sword shadow.

The penitent sword shadows stood around everyone one by one, and all the spiritual light of everyone was drawn towards the sword shadows of the countless penitent swords, but the spiritual power beams drawn in everyone's hands did not damage the penitent sword shadows.

The butterfly threw out the phoenix divine clothes in the baggage, and the clothes hung in the air, and a powerful blue light instantly penetrated all the sword shadows of the penitent sword, and the sword shadow suddenly disappeared.

The angry god spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, holding the hilt of the sword, holding the ground with one hand, Xia Gongzi slashed over with a spiritual light, and the piercing heart blocked this spiritual light with his small body and his own spiritual power, the spiritual light crossed the wings of the piercing heart, and broke one of the wings of the piercing heart and floated in the air, the piercing heart lay on the ground, a mouthful of blood spit out from the small mouth, and the broken wings also fell with the air, which reminded the piercing heart of the previous time when the locust leaves and fragrant flower leaves fell on him, it was the good time when the angry god stretched out his hand to take off the locust leaves and fragrant flower leaves。

Xia Gongzi pointed at the angry god with a paper fan: "It was you ghost clan who killed my sister, and you all have to die." Bright red blood flowed from the corners of Nushen's mouth, cold and arrogant eyes, staring at Xia Gongzi in front of him, without saying a word, Nushen is a person who doesn't like to talk or laugh.

Xia Gongzi raised the paper fan and drew out an aura, and the angry god blocked Xia Gongzi's aura with the repentant sword in his hand. The angry god looked at Xia Gongzi and said, "If you want me to die, I'll do it myself." ”

Saying that, the god of repentance stabbed the sword of repentance into his chest, but at this time, the sword of repentance did not listen to the call of the god of repentance, broke away from the palm of the god of repentance, and flew up, this sword has been following the god of repentance for tens of thousands of years, and the sword of repentance already has a sword spirit, and has feelings with the god of repentance, and does not want the master to commit suicide with the sword of repentance.

The angry god endured the pain caused by all the scars on his body, gritted his teeth, transported all the spiritual power in his body to his hand, and reached out to grab the penitent sword, and the wrath god's hand sucked the penitent sword like a magnet.

The angry god clenched the hilt of the penitential sword, but the penitent sword kept trying to escape from the wrath's grasp. The angry god used all his spiritual power to stab the sword of repentance into his chest, blood flowing from the pierced heart, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the angry god's closed lips and spilled on the cold ground.

At this time, Thorn Heart woke up and looked at the Angry God, Thorn Heart's eyes widened, he got up in despair, lost his body with a single wing, and had no ability to fly, so he could only slowly crawl over.

"I don't want to die at anyone's hands, under the sword of my own repentance, I think it should be a kind of happiness. The angry god affectionately looked at the thorn heart that slowly crawled towards him, and fell down in an instant, the angry god stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and wanted to hold the small hands of the thorn heart, but the hand that had just stretched out spread out and fell to the ground motionlessly, and the slightly raised head of the angry god also fell to the ground in an instant, and the blood on the corners of his mouth and chest kept gushing out, and he was smudged with a large piece, like a bright red flower blooming on the other side.

"Fury...."The tears in his piercing eyes kept sliding, blurring his vision, and he crawled towards Fushen with all his strength. Finally crawled to the cold palm of the angry god, lay down quietly, closed his eyes happily, and never opened them again.

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