"Xiaoyang, yes, are you?" Just when the six gods of the Burning Sun had no master, and they were trying to do their best, and they were even about to take the three blood pills refined by the essence blood of the primeval and many holy realms to slowly boil it until dawn, and then make a comparison, a familiar voice that was very weak and seemed to be dying at any time suddenly sounded.

"Luo, Uncle Luo?" Yan Yang's face was suddenly full of excitement, it was true, it was really the voice of Luo Sui, the king of Shura, how could he be here, could it be that Shiyin was also there, great, I have been looking for so long, and I finally found them.

"Yes, it's me."

A weak voice, inaudible, incoherent at all. However, these three words are the most beautiful voice in the world at this moment.

"Uncle Luo, I'm Yanyang, I'm here to find you, Shiyin, is she also with you, where are you now?" Yan Yang was extremely excited at the moment, after many life and death crises, just to find them, and now, in a desperate situation, he finally has Uncle Luo's voice.

When Yan Yang shouted excitedly, the entire inn was quiet again, and there was no response for a long time.

"Uncle Luo, what's wrong with you, why didn't you answer me?" Yan Yang shouted anxiously as he urged this spiritual power to resist the darkness.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Luo Sui's weak voice came again, saying, "I...... The oil runs out and the lamp withers...... There is no strength. ”

A heavy sigh came, and it seemed to be extremely desperate, as if all of Luo Sui's strength had been sucked away.

"Uncle Luo, what's wrong with you, what's going on," Yan Yang heard Luo Sui's words with his own ears, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and then he thought of the news that the guardian of the Shura Realm had sent to him: "The king's soul lamp will be extinguished." ”

Looking at Luo Sui's state at this moment, it is obvious that he has encountered an unimaginable crisis.

"Uncle Luo, how can I help you, where are you now? What about Shiyin? "Even Uncle Luo, who has cultivated the same level as his father, the powerful Taigu Realm has reached the point where the oil is exhausted at this moment, isn't that Shiyin......

After another stick of incense, Luo Sui seemed to have enough strength, his voice was lonely, and he looked lifeless, and said, "You...... How did you come......"

"The Shura Realm said that your soul lamp is very weak and there is a danger of falling, I was worried about you and Shiyin, so I came, it was Mo Yuan's predecessor from the Blue King Mansion who brought me in, I have been here for several days, and I have been looking for you." Yan Yang hurriedly said, what he was most worried about now was Shiyin.

This time, after a full hour, Yan Yang felt that the spiritual power in his whole body was about to be swallowed up, and Luo Sui spoke again, saying, "Catch it one by one"

As soon as Luo Sui's words were finished, a white horse training, like a ray of dawn in the dark night, suddenly flew down from the top of the inn, Yan Yang didn't think about it, and pulled it, and the horse training was also instantly withdrawn, Yan Yang just left the ground, the darkness swallowed up, and suddenly there were countless teeth biting sounds, which made people creepy.

With a snap, the door closed, and Yan Yang staggered and stopped, only to find that in this small room, there were four tall and hideous figures that exuded this endless evil aura, with a single horn in the center of their eyebrows, six arms under their shoulders, wings on their backs, and their bodies covered with fine scales, constantly resisting the darkness outside.

And among them, there is a person sitting cross-legged, with a rickety figure bowing his head, at this moment he is full of life, his hair is dry, his hands are hanging down, and the white horse is on his right hand, not Luo Sui, who else can it be, but at this moment Luo Sui seems to be old, but like an old man over seventy, who would have thought that he is the current king of the Shura realm, the ancient realm high above.

"Uncle Luo!" Yan Yang's face was full of incredulity, and he hurriedly ran to the past, looking at Uncle Luo, who used to follow him, make movies, and sing, become what he is now, Yan Yang's heart stinged, in this world, Yan Yang has no relatives, so far, only his father Yan Lin, eldest brother Yan Zhao, and Shi Yin and Luo Sui, they are the first people to help themselves, and then, Wu Guang Wang An and they slowly approached their hearts.

However, there are very few relatives who can be Yanyang, and he treats each one with his heart, and now when he sees Luo Sui like this, his heart is like a needle prick.

Luo Sui seemed to use all the strength of his body, slowly raised his head, looked at Yan Yang's eyes full of tears, wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh at all, Yan Yang held Luo Sui's hand, and felt that the spiritual power in his meridians had long been exhausted, and some of the main meridians had even shrunk, especially to save himself in the end, I am afraid that he used all the spiritual power in his body.

"Uncle Luo, quick, quick, this, and these, how can I give it to you, and which ones can be used?"

Yan Yang was anxious, and took out all the things in the storage bag, including a thousand spirit crystals from Zhou Tong, Yan Yang only hated why he didn't bring more life-saving elixirs when he left, and the purple blood essence, he didn't need it if he knew it.

Luo Sui looked at Yan Yang's demeanor at this moment, his heart was full of comfort, his eyes swept inadvertently, and when he saw the three blood-colored beads on the ground, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good!"

When Yan Yang heard this, he was immediately happy, and hurriedly followed Luo Sui's gaze, it was the whole body essence of the two primeval and seven holy realms that the clan elder Wang Xiao gave to Yan Yang, at this moment, Yan Yang didn't say a word, and quickly grabbed the three blood pills and put them in Luo Sui's palm.

Sure enough, a trace of blood-red energy visible to the naked eye continued to flow into Luo Sui's palm, flowing through the limbs and hundreds of remains, constantly nourishing the whole body.

The meridians in Luo Sui's body were so depleted that it was like the land that had been dry for many years, cracked, and the three blood pills at this moment, like timely rain, slowly moistened the earth.

After nearly an hour like this, Yanyang found that Luo Sui's originally dry skin gradually became shiny, and even his body was slowly straightened a lot, Yanyang was overjoyed, especially in the end, Luo Sui was able to move, picked up the three blood pills, pointed his five fingers on them, and began to actively absorb them.

This made Yan Yang extremely happy, and hurriedly pushed the thousand spirit crystals that Zhou Tong had there and the two thousand spirit crystals he had brought to Luo Sui's side, and some healing pills were also taken out.

In this way, it was another two hours, and the three blood pills in Luo Sui's palm gradually turned gray and had no color, until the next moment, they suddenly cracked and turned into a pile of powder, and the three thousand spirit crystals around him were also like this, directly becoming flying ashes.

Luo Sui slowly lowered his arm, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened, shining brightly, and a breath belonging to the primeval realm suddenly erupted.

"Almost, why are you so late?" When Yan Yang was happy and didn't know what to say, Luo Sui knocked on Yan Yang's head with a chestnut, which made him hurt, but he was very happy, just like the relationship between the two when they were making a movie.

"Uncle Luo, you're fine, it's really good." Yan Yang said happily.