At this time, the first appearance swept away the gloom that gave people before, as if after removing the anger in the body, the whole 'person' was much more relaxed.

'He' was still a little confused, as if he didn't know where he was, and the moment he appeared, he turned his head, and when he saw the 'clansman' beside him, his face showed a look of horror, as if he was in a dream, and he couldn't believe it.

It wasn't until someone patted Chu Rong's shoulder hard that he woke him up.

He grinned at first, and then his eyes began to get watery.

Unable to greet the 'clansmen', the first probe began to wander through the crowd to find it.

There are more and more points of light in mid-air, and the 'figures' that appear are becoming more and more dense, among these 'figures', a tall figure is ready to attract attention, and the moment he sees 'him', he suddenly opens his mouth, as if calling 'him'.

He turned his head, revealing Yichang's emaciated face.

This is Yichang when he was about forty years old, tall and handsome, and he was at his best age.

At this time, he was not old and thin before he died, but strong and powerful.

Between his eyebrows and eyes, he has both his demeanor when he was a teenager, but he has added a little maturity and majesty that he did not have when he was young, and he is extraordinarily eye-catching among everyone.

Chu Rong's call did not attract his gaze, his gaze swept over the 'people' of the Soul Suppression Clan in mid-air, as if he was counting the clansmen who had been scattered in two places, exercising his position as the patriarch.

After his appearance, everyone stopped 'talking' and waited quietly for him to inspect the 'crowd'.

His eyes slowly changed from the sternness at the beginning to gentleness because he saw the clansmen, and when he finally fell on his son, he finally faded away from the solemnity of the patriarch and revealed a loving father's expression.

"Yichang-" Xiang Si gritted his teeth and sucked the cold air into his mouth from between his teeth: "Isn't he dead?" ”

She saw with her own eyes that before Yichang died, he and his clan turned into the power of living beings, and penetrated into Song Qingxiao's body, and left a sentence before he died, 'Help her', and finally disappeared.

In Xiang Si's opinion, this group of people is desperate to kill the Dragon King, and they will not hesitate to scatter their souls for this, but what is the matter at this time?

Perhaps sensing the gaze of Song Qingxiao and Xiang Si, 'Yichang' turned his head, his gaze swept over Xiang Si, and saw the 'clansmen' beside her who were summoned by the demon spirit, and the joy in his eyes suddenly slowly dissipated, revealing stunned and pity, and finally turned into deep mourning and powerlessness.

After a long while, he seemed to let out a long sigh, then turned his head and saw the demon soul confronting Song Qingxiao in mid-air, and then his eyes fell on Song Qingxiao's body.

He smiled faintly, and the tails of his eyes wrinkled slightly, softening the cold, majestic momentum on his body.

The moment Song Qingxiao's gaze met him, the 'whistling' yin wind and the yin ghost's howl were all suppressed at once, and were replaced by the joyful laughter of the 'crowd'.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to hear the heartfelt joy of these soul-fighting clans, and the joy of seeing their loved ones.

Song Qingxiao was slightly stunned, and then saw that in the sand pit under the Nine Springs, there was still a little white light gushing out, turning into different male and female figures.

Yichang's attention was attracted by these 'people', and when the last few points of white light were raised, his originally restrained expression suddenly became earnest.

He stepped out of the crowd and greeted the white light.

Bai Mang turned into a woman in palace clothes with her eyes closed, her expression was calm, and she was about thirty years old.

As soon as she appeared, cheers erupted in cheers from the surrounding 'crowd', and 'everyone' was overjoyed, hiding their faces and crying.

Yichang's swift pace also stopped, as if he was afraid of waking her up.

The woman's eyelids moved, and then, as if awakened from a nightmare, she blinked, and the first time she turned her head, she saw the man who had stepped in front of her.

"Ningshan."

Yichang's deep and affectionate voice entered Song Qingxiao's sea of knowledge, revealing the identity of the woman.

She is Yichang's wife, and she took the lead in sinking to the bottom of Jiuquan for her husband's decision.

The couple parted from life and 'reunited' again, it was already a period of death, which is really regrettable.

It may be that the time spent at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years is too long, and the demonic energy in the nine springs is too deep, and when Ning Shan woke up, his expression was still a little stunned.

It wasn't until Yichang held her hand and she blinked her eyes that she finally understood where she was.

"We—" she clasped her fingers with her husband, "Is the Dragon King—dead?" ”

She still remembered the mission of the year, and as soon as she 'woke up', she asked about the Dragon King.

"It's settled." Yichang replied to her gently, without blinking his eyes, refusing to miss the slightest subtle expression of his wife, as if he wanted to make up for the thousand years of separation in this short reunion.

"That's good." She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the 'people' around her, "First appearance, second sound, Ji Wen......"

Every time she named a name, one of the 'people' said yes loudly.

Ning Shan breathed a big sigh of relief, and then looked at her husband's face, his appearance seemed to be a little different from what she remembered, she could imagine that she made such a decision that day, after the women sank to the bottom of the lake, he carried the mission forward, I don't know how he survived all these times.

"I'm sorry for you." She sighed and comforted Yichang by touching her forehead against the top of her head.

"It's not bitter." Yichang shook his head, and his voice was soft: "It's you who suffer." ”

When they couldn't hold on, every few years there was always a chance to see the beauty of the night sky, which was like a gift in the midst of a thousand years of torment, and they had been sleeping in the lake, in the dark.

The husband and wife looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.

"Miss Song." Yichang suddenly spoke and turned around.

Everyone stopped and followed his gaze in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

"Thank you." Yichang opened his mouth to thank him.

Song Qingxiao understood what he meant, and he was thanking himself for fulfilling his promise and killing the Dragon King, but he was relieved of their hearts.

"Don't thank me." Song Qingxiao shook her head, she didn't kill the Dragon King because of the people of the Yulun Realm, but just because of her own mission.

What's more, she has already received a payment, and the 'power to slay the dragon' that Yichang gave her is the most precious reward, and he doesn't need to thank him.

When Yichang heard her words, he couldn't help but show a faint smile.

"What's more, I can kill the Dragon King, but there is no way to send you back." She is really seeking truth, and she has already understood at this time, Yichang may have left a hand before.

This person has lived for thousands of years, he is old and mature, and he has been deceived and tricked by Uncle Xiang, so I am afraid that he has an instinctive defense against 'human beings'.

At the moment when the Nine Dragons were about to devour each other, the scene when he and his clansmen turned into beams of light and poured into her body was not only a misunderstanding of Xiangsi, but she also thought that Yichang and the others did not hesitate to die, but they really wanted to help her.

At this moment, it seems that he should have only helped her part of the strength, and there is still some left.

Song Qingxiao is a smart person, but he doesn't care after seeing through it.

If the positions are reversed, she may also make the same decision as Yichang.

She had already gotten what she wanted, and she was very satisfied with the results.

Regardless of whether Yichang left a guard or not, the result remained the same for her, and they still helped her and benefited her.

As for Yichang's remaining power, it may be that he does not fully trust her, or he wants to confirm her promise and witness the death of the Dragon King, or it may be to reunite with his relatives at this moment and find the 'guide' who led them home......

"My peace of mind is our hometown." Yichang smiled slightly, "I already understand what the ancestor said. ”

The moment this group of people left their homeland, they were already doomed to lose their leaves and not return to their roots.

The divination fables handed down by the ancestors, the so-called 'going back', are nothing more than the real liberation of this tribe.

When the Dragon King was killed and the mission of the Yellow Emperor was completed, it was the real moment when this group of people finally gained peace, and the place where their relatives and clansmen were reunited was their 'hometown'.

"There are Ningshan, there are children, and there are clansmen." He hugged his wife, and Ning Shan's face showed a gentle look.

They can't go back to their real hometowns, but they can get things done, live up to their ancestors, and be reunited with their families.

"I'm very satisfied."

After he said this, he lowered his head and hummed softly: "Woo Mi Oh Oh ...... me."

When the others heard his words, they also hummed along with the ancient song.

Maybe it was because Song Qingxiao had a part of the power of the soul given by Yichang and the others in her body, and she actually understood the meaning of the song sung by Yichang and the others at this time:

Send the bravest warriors out on the march, and I'll be waiting for you in my hometown. Just like the geese flying south, when the spring flowers bloom, the leader will take you back triumphantly......

"Send the bravest warriors out on the march, and I'll be waiting for you in my hometown. Just like the wild geese flying south, when the spring flowers bloom, the leader will lead you back triumphantly......"

"Send the bravest warriors out on ......"

There were joyful smiles on everyone's faces, but in the midst of the song, the bodies of these spirits who had only recently appeared gradually collapsed, unable to maintain their form.

“…… When the spring flowers bloom, the leader will lead you back triumphantly......"

"Send the bravest ......"

Yichang stood up, took his wife, led Chu Rong and the others, turned into a long line, and strode in the direction of Song Qingxiao, just like Qinglu 'returning to the door' on the night, they walked under the starry sky.

With each step, their bodies dissipated.

However, at a distance of twenty or thirty meters, by the time Yichang walked to a distance of only a few meters away from Song Qingxiao, some figures in the rear had turned into halos, and the figures of Yichang and Ning Shan had turned into two fist-sized lights and shadows.

Before the singing dissipated, these meteor-like white rays escaped into Song Qingxiao's body in an orderly manner under the guidance of the singing.

“…… It's like the wild goose that flies south...... Triumphant return......"

The darkness was dispelled, and the violence of the demonic qi could not break through the will of the creatures transformed by all the people of Yichang at this time.

Song Qingxiao was surrounded by layers of white light, and in the white light turned by these souls, there was the 'memory' of the soul suppression clan!

She can 'see' the mission of this tribe through the souls of these Yichang people who have existed for thousands of years!

Everything around her 'disappeared' from her eyes, and in the midst of the song, she 'saw' Kowloon raging.

The people were miserable, and the Yellow Emperor ordered that this tribe should follow him to slay the dragon and kill the Nine Dragons here.

Although the Nine Dragons are dead, but the evil spirits do not disperse, the Yellow Emperor instructed them: "The soul of the evil dragon will not leave this place until it is destroyed!" ”

"The evil dragon will not be destroyed, and it will not leave this place!"

Under such an oath, the entire clan of the Soul Suppression clan migrated to the Yulun Realm.

It was not the Yellow Emperor who trapped here, but the will of the ancestors of these clans to promise their promises.

These missions formed layers of bondage, not only to encircle the soul of the black dragon, but also to this clan.

The cage that Yichang later mentioned indignantly came from this tribe itself, which has to be said to be a tragedy.

The ancestors died one after another, the Yulun Void Realm was about to become a demon realm, and when the Soul Suppression clan was about to perish, Yichang was born.

She 'saw' that this group of people was building a holy temple under the leadership of Yichang, and 'saw' that when Ning Shan and other women were resolutely determined to sink to the bottom of the water one after another, the moment the husband and wife were separated, they were reluctant.

I also 'saw' that Yichang led the rest of the children in the clan to lure the demonic qi into the body and return the temporary clarity of the Yulun Realm.

They are reincarnated and reborn, waiting for opportunities.

The unexpected intrusion of Uncle Xiang and others brought a glimmer of hope to Yichang first, and then this hope turned into incomparable despair and anger after being betrayed by humans.

The scenes that happened in the Yulun Void Realm for a thousand years were reproduced into Song Qingxiao's sea of consciousness one after another as the soul entered the body.

Her soul is interspersed with the memories of this clan, and at the same time, the abundant life power is also nourishing her body, and this soul power is far stronger and purer than the vitality in the black jade carving.

This is the return of the Yichang clan, and it is also the last thing they left behind.

"Miss Song, thank you...... "The power of the soul entered Song Qingxiao's body, and was greedily absorbed by her dry sea of consciousness and physical body, turning it into endless power, traveling around her muscles and veins, and strengthening her divine sense.

Yichang's gentle voice sounded in Song Qingxiao's sea of knowledge, waking her up from a great dream for thousands of years, and then there was no sound again.

"Send the bravest warriors out on the march, and I'll be waiting for you in my hometown. Just like the wild geese flying south, when the spring flowers bloom, the one who leads the way will take you ......"

The songs sung by all the people of the Soul Suppression clan gradually faded away as they turned into soul power one after another, and eventually became almost unhearable, replaced by the angry howls of the Yin Wind and the terrible screams of the undispersed Dead Spirits.

"I want to thank you too." Song Qingxiao sensed the power surging in her body, and responded silently in her heart.

The Yichang clan has been inherited to this day, with a total of nearly 700 'people', and the power of these people's souls is a real gift, and it comes very timely, which will bring great help to her cultivation at this time and in the future.

She felt that the sea of consciousness was expanded and strengthened under the abundance of this soul power, and her divine consciousness was further refined and improved, and a part of the soul turned into the purest power, flowing in her tendons and body, absorbed by the blood, and strengthening her physical body.

The imprint of the 'Power of Slaying the Dragon' was even stronger when it had completely absorbed the soul breath of the Yichang clan, resonating with the ups and downs of the power of her flesh's bloodline.

Song Qingxiao's thanks to the Soul Suppression clan could no longer be heard, and when she raised her head, the gentleness in her eyes had been replaced by coldness, and she sneered and looked at the demon soul in mid-air.

These soul powers are a timely rain, and they come at the right time.

But for the Demon Soul, the news is a little less good.

With a soft 'whoosh' sound, a purple light flew out from Song Qingxiao's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and then the edge of the sword qi swept out, sweeping away the black mist that shrouded Song Qingxiao's body!

In the translucent sword body, a sleeping golden dragon phantom faintly appeared, and at this time, with the tense atmosphere, it slowly swayed its small tail, as if it was about to wake up gradually.

With the abundance of her strength and the appearance of Zhu Tian, her momentum is great!

The tide of action is reversed.

The two are more in one

(End of chapter)