As time passed, between my uncle's ten fingers, countless small white dots gathered, but they were not visible to the naked eye, and their existence could only be perceived by the soul.

Sweat droplets the size of beans floated on my uncle's forehead, and the simple salvage action was as tiring as an ordinary person who moved bricks for a day.

At this time, he stopped his hands, and put his ten fingers together and wrapped those tiny white dots in the middle, and golden brilliance emerged, causing them to form a whole group of light.

"It's not too late, the true spirit of the soul has not dissipated." Uncle and Grandpa opened his eyes and examined his empty palms, his doting eyes seemed to be carefully caring for something, and then the golden light condensed into a container, sealing the invisible light in it, and then it was included in the Qiankun bag.

Uncle and grandfather stood up and came to the edge of the cliff, he looked down at the billowing gray fog below, and his body was covered with a layer of loneliness, "Those who have entered the cliff of Guillotine, although none of them have survived since ancient times, many corpses will randomly appear in different places after a period of time." Xiaofan, as the saying goes, if you live to see people die, you have to see corpses, even if you are poor and fall into the Yellow Spring, you must collect the corpse for you. ”

In the past, no one had a precedent for surviving after falling off the guillotine cliff, but now, Zhao Fan destroyed the Dao Dan and abandoned the dantian and became a mortal, and he was hit hard.

Even his uncle and grandfather can't be optimistic and fantasizing, in his mind, the best heir in the history of the Great Creation Lineage has died a fact!

So the only thing that can be done is to deal with the aftermath.

Uncle and Grandpa looked up at the sky, stared at it for a moment, and then temporarily resisted the urge to rush to the Divine Machine Gate to kill the piece of armor, because before that, there was still a crucial thing waiting for him to do, otherwise, Zhao Fan's act of destroying the Dao Dan and abandoning the Dantian would be meaningless!

……

Dungeon, the land of the Zhao family.

In the house of the head of the family, Zhao Tianchang leaned weakly on the Taishi chair, looking down with cloudy eyes, there was a bed, and there was a woman with unfocused eyes lying on it.

She is Lin Qianqian!

Zhao Fan's Ninth Aunt...... Zhao Yin stood beside the bed and let out a long sigh of relief after putting her hand down.

"Yin'er, how is she doing?" Zhao Tianchang asked with concern.

"People are fine, but ......" Zhao Yin changed her words and said distressedly: "Qianqian's soul has been greatly stimulated, and no one can help her get out unless she is willing." ”

"It's all my fault, I'm too weak, I have too many concerns, and I'm too late to repent!" While Zhao Tianchang was speaking, the fingers holding the handle of the chair couldn't help but exert force, "Click! The chair handle turned to powder.

"Xiaofan is too bitter, God is really unfair to the second brother's family." Zhao Yin didn't want to stay longer, sighed and turned to leave.

At this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air in the main hall of the family master's mansion.

Zhao Tianchang sensed the fluctuation of the powerful aura, looked up, it was a strange old man, and got up and asked, "Are you?" ”

"The head of the family, if you had repented nineteen years ago, you would not have become what you are today." The old man was too lazy to talk nonsense, and Lin Qianqian, who rolled up the quilt and had empty eyes, disappeared in place.

Zhao Tianchang was stunned on the ground, he didn't react at all, a big living person took a person, and it was directly gone?

Not only that, the other party came and went, it was like an instant, and even he in the middle of the Holy Realm couldn't capture a trace of the trajectory!

In the true sense of the word, there is no trace!

How strong does this have to be?

Even the saint of the last generation of the god machine gate can't shoot the horse!

……

Jiangbei, Thang Long Province.

House No. 7.

A large coffin floated on the top of the villa, and when the lid was lifted, the uncle and grandfather appeared with Lin Qianqian's quilt wrapped around his shoulder.

Chen Chun'er stood up straight suddenly, looked at the exposed face above the quilt, and asked nervously, "Old man, what's wrong with Qianqian?" What about Brother Fan?! ”