When a group of people walked to the end, several large bubbles appeared in the sky.

The bubbles consciously floated around each person, then enveloped them, and disappeared one by one after lifting.

Pei Nan and Bai Ruo were imprisoned together, and Pei Youyou and Liufeng were together.

Pastoral Nine and Luzhu are together, and Emperor Qianchen is a bubble by himself.

Bubbles didn't know where they were sent, only that after the bubbles disappeared, Di Mingxuan and his secret guards also appeared in the Crystal Palace.

"I didn't expect there to be so many treasures buried underground, it's not easy!" It's no wonder that Di Qianchen didn't let him come down together.

"Master, let's follow quickly, and the benefits can't be monopolized by them."

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After the bubble sent Mu Ling Jiu and Green Bamboo to an iceberg, it shattered.

"What is this place?" Mu Lingjiu held Lu Zhu's hand and looked around.

At this moment, they were on the top of the iceberg, and everything around them was full of white mist, and the piercing cold wind blew on them from time to time.

Mu Lingjiu immediately condensed a small flame for Lu Zhu to hold.

The two of them watched and walked around the iceberg, and they did not stop until a large crack appeared in front of them.

"Miss, there's a sword stuck under the crack." Green Bamboo sniffed, and pointed to the bottom.

Hearing this, Mu Lingjiu poked his head out and looked down, and sure enough, a sword with a silver light was firmly stuck there under the crack.

Mu Ling Jiu knew that this must be the Light Spirit Sword, but how to get it was a difficult problem, because there were many raised ice spikes on both sides of this rift.

Just as Mu Lingjiu lowered his head and pondered about the embarrassment of this matter, a sharp sword came from the white mist behind him.

"Miss—" The sound of the green bamboo approaching tearing rang out in his ears.

Turning around, a panicked expression crept up his cheeks, and his pupils fluttered uncontrollably.

"Green... Bamboo! Mu Lingjiu held Lu Zhu's shoulders, and a large area of blood red was smeared on the little girl's chest.

Blood droplets fell on the cold ground, and the color of the thorn red was particularly vivid.

"Pastoral Nine, you go and die!" The sharp female voice made the anger in Mu Lingjiu's heart more and more intense.

Raising his eyes, looking at this uninvited guest, there was a dead silence in his eyes, and the killing intent around him became stronger.

Mu Lingjiu held the green bamboo in one hand and the Yunxian sword in the other, and injured the purple-clothed woman in front of him to the ground with just one move.

"Mu Qingxue, I really shouldn't let you go again and again."

Puff –

Yun Xian's sword broke through its own defenses and directly submerged into Mu Qingxue's heart.

"Mu Lingjiu, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost..."With the last trace of strength, Mu Qingxue actually detonated herself, wanting to achieve the goal of ending up together.

Mu Lingjiu subconsciously protected the green bamboo behind him, and then condensed a protective cover.

At the moment when she was about to explode, You heard Lu Zhu say something in her ear, and before Mu Ling Jiu could react, the girl in green pushed her away and jumped into the crack of the iceberg instead.

"Green Bamboo—"

A huge light radiated from the crack of the iceberg, and that light directly engulfed the power of the explosion.

Heaven and earth suddenly faded.

A sword covered with beautiful patterns came out of the crack, and then hung smoothly in front of the eyes of the Nine Pastoral Spirits.

Mu Ling Jiuqiang endured his emotions, his eyes were red, and water droplets overflowed.

The words that Lu Zhu said lingered in his mind: Miss, I'm sorry I lied to you, in fact, I am the sword spirit of the Light Spirit Sword, and only I can awaken the Light Spirit Sword

… I'll be able to stay with Miss forever from now on.

Green Bamboo... Mu Lingjiu suddenly knelt on the ground, hiding his face with his hands, tears dripping down his cheeks...

In the cold world, the delicate figure was hugged, and the sound of whimpering drifted into the distance with the wind.

The sword hanging in front of her glowed faintly yellow from time to time, and suddenly, a phantom figure came out of the sword.

The handsome little girl in green stretched out her hands to wrap around her, and her empty voice seemed to be a world away.

"Miss, don't be sad, Luzhu didn't leave, but just stayed by your side in another way."