The blinding light did not last long, and the bright color had a faint momentum.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The ghost-faced rakshasa had a pale face, and looking at Mo Zhan's also somewhat pale face, he couldn't help but be a little worried, as if something was wrong.

"My wood strength is not pure enough, and it doesn't seem to be up to the strength of the same music."

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and persevered, Jun Chenyuan stood aside, worried about Mo Ran, hating that he didn't have the strength of the wood system and couldn't help Mo Ran in the slightest.

The light in the cave gradually dimmed, and the ink dye could not hold on.

In the outside world, the movements of the Wheel of Fortune, which was originally spinning at high speed, gradually slowed down at this moment, and the strong and pure life force on Yar Leyin's body gradually faded.

"What's going on?"

Red Flame frowned as he watched his strength fade.

"It should be the master that there is a problem."

Nian Lingyu watched as the light of the original gradually recovering wood origin gradually dimmed, and the pointer of the wheel of fortune also quietly moved its position, it was not that Yar Leyin's ability was not enough, it must be that there was a problem on the ink dye's side.

"I don't know what's going on with the master, it's really worrying."

Nian Lingyu frowned, and the worry in her eyes was very obvious.

"Dye'er, I'll help you."

Jun Chenyuan looked at the large drops of sweat oozing from his ink-stained forehead, and his heart was full of distress.

Jun Chenyuan stored the spiritual power in the palm of his hand, put the palm against the shoulder of the ink dye, and the spiritual power slowly flowed from Jun Chenyuan's body to the ink dye's body, and the green spiritual power in the palm of the ink dye's hand no longer seemed to be thin.

"Hey, Ling Yu, look at the power of music."

Red Flame jumped onto Nian Lingyu's shoulder, and found that the wheel of fortune behind Yar Leyin seemed to have regained its rotation speed, and the green power on his body was as strong as Fang Cai.

Nian Lingyu pursed her lips, this seems to be temporary, the strength may not last long, and I don't know what happened to the ink dye.

Nian Lingyu's eyes were firmly fixed on the origin of the wood that would regain one-third of its strength, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Chen Yuan, let it go, this won't last at all."

Mo Ran looked at the staggered vines at the root of the tree, which only had slight fracture marks, but it was not a little bit away from rescuing the soul of Oni Lingchuan.

Jun Chenyuan's power continued to flow into the ink-dyed body, but unfortunately it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The Ghost Face Rakshasa stood aside, and although the power in his body was close to drying up, he still stretched out his palm to convey the little spiritual power left in the direction of the Ghost Ling River.

The three of them have done their best, but the effect does not seem to be ideal.

"I'll come, just let me end this more than 1,000 years of sins."

Huai Jin looked at Ghost Lingchuan's sleeping face for a long time, and the past scenes flashed in his eyes.

At that time, Ghost Lingchuan took care of him, promoted and cared for him, and gave unreserved.

"Patriarch, it's time for you to wake up."

For more than a thousand years, this originally wrong estrangement and hatred have long since disappeared, and Huai Jin no longer has a love for this world.

He felt that it was a good deal to exchange his life for the name of the head of the clan.

Huai Jin smiled, smiling so easily, it seemed that it had been more than a thousand years, the first time he was so relaxed, and all the hatred and guilt in his heart were put down.

"What are you going to do!"

Ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at Huai Jin's smile, and a trace of uneasiness rose in her heart, although she still blamed and resented him, but she still didn't want him to do stupid things.

"Do the last thing for the clan."

Huai Jin looked at a few people with a smile, and the depths of his soul emitted a crystal green light, and a huge power rose to the sky.

That was the result of Huai Jin's cultivation for more than a thousand years, and it seemed that he had been

Waiting for this moment, the moment of his atonement.

The light from the depths of Huai Jin's soul began to bloom until it enveloped his whole person, and this bright light seemed to surpass the power of Mo Dye and the others.

That powerful force broke the power of Mo Ran and the others in a straight way, and then that force rushed straight into the direction of the Ghost Ling River.

"Rakshasa, I can't tell him personally, please take me to say to the patriarch, I'm sorry."

The lines of Huai Jin's young cheeks in the light became so soft, and he smiled and looked at the Ghost Face Rakshasa with a smile, and that smile seemed to be the warmest smile the Ghost Face Rakshasa had ever seen.

"No—"

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa tried to rush over to stop Huai Jin's actions, but was tightly stopped by Ink-Ran, who hugged the Ghost-faced Rakshasa tightly and whispered in the Ghost-faced Rakshasa ear.

"Rakshasa, that's his choice, this is the sin he committed, and naturally it's up to him to end this catastrophe."

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa watched as the smile disappeared into the blinding light, and a powerful and rich breath of life poured out from the direction of the Oni Ling River, and the ink stain understood that the power of the Wood Origin had recovered.

Huai Jin's figure gradually disappeared into that light, and his soul turned into countless points of light, dissipating into the air.

Mo Ran watched the Ghost Face Rakshasa gradually calm down, and let go of the hands holding his waist, the Ghost Face Rakshasa approached the huge tree root, his eyes were full of complexity and sighs, and finally, he turned into relief.

The thousand-year-old hatred has finally had a perfect ending now, and Huai Jin has also paid the price for the sins he committed in his own way.

"Huai Jin, goodbye."

Ghost-faced Rakshasa's red lips moved slightly, as if talking to himself, looking at the gradually dissipating points of light.

The meaning of goodbye is goodbye.

Mo Dye looked at this scene, and the big stone in his heart was also put down, and the fatigue that had just been overdrawn gradually surged up to his limbs, if it wasn't for Jun Chenyuan supporting Mo Dye in advance, Mo Dye would have fainted at this moment.

"Are you alright?"

Jun Chenyuan filled an elixir into the lips of the ink dye, and the full spiritual power filled the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the originally pale face of the ink stain gradually became ruddy.

"It's okay."

Mo Ran shook his head and chuckled at Jun Chenyuan, looking at the back of the ghost-faced rakshasa with some concern.

"Master, the second uncle's seal imprisonment seems to have disappeared."

There was a faint smile on the Ghost-faced Rakshasa on his turned cheeks, as if he had already dealt with the complicated emotions in his heart.

"Okay."

Seeing this, Mo Ran's heart slowly relaxed, and his body at this time already had strength, so he led Jun Chenyuan to the front of Ghost Lingchuan.

The vines that were originally tightly wrapped around Ghost Lingchuan's body all disappeared, the black and white hair was silkily draped behind him, and the silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mo Ran knew that Ghost Lingchuan was about to wake up.

The fingers that Gu Lingchuan wrapped around his knees moved slightly, and then opened his silver-white eyes, as expected by the ink, Ghost Lingchuan's oblique and straight sword eyebrows, slender eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the night.

The eyes that opened were so cold and arrogant, and the grandeur was compelling, and the strength that seemed to be arrogant to the world was exuded independently.

He really deserves to be the head of a family.

Mo Ran looked at the handsome cheeks of Ghost Lingchuan and couldn't help but nodded, this is the style of the patriarch.

"Second Uncle......"

The ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at the awakened young man and covered his lips, as if there were tears in his eyes.

"You, you are ......"

Ghost Lingchuan seemed to have just woken up from a thousand-year slumber, frowning and covering his face with his hands, and his eyes slightly closed as if he was in unbearable pain.

"Second uncle, I am a rakshasa, a ghost-faced rakshasa, the daughter of a ghost Hanshen,

These two are my master and my master's husband. ”

The ghost-faced rakshasa looked at the young man in front of him, the blood bond of his closest relatives was really inseparable, even if he hadn't seen it, he was full of familiarity.

"It turns out to be Han Shen's daughter, it seems that I have been asleep for too long......"

Ghost Lingchuan looked at the huge tree roots behind him, and his eyes crossed with complicated meanings, since he was imprisoned back then, he was afraid that he never thought that he would be able to wake up.

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa seemed to say something, but the surrounding caverns began to shake violently, and countless rubble fell, and the space was on the verge of collapse.

"It's going to collapse here, let's go out first."

Jun Chenyuan looked around, and without the energy support of the Ghost Ling River, the maze of wood gradually collapsed.

"Wait."

Ink Dye's attention was focused on the center of the root of the tree where Ghost Lingchuan had left, and there seemed to be something shining.

"What's wrong?"

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa looked back at the ink dye, a little confused.

"You go first, and I'll follow."

Mo Dye patted the back of Jun Chenyuan's hand, his eyes met Jun Chenyuan's puzzled golden eyes, nodded, and walked in the direction of the tree root, dodging the falling stones above the cave along the way, and the short distance was blocked by obstacles, which made it more difficult for Mo Dye.

Ink Dye approached the inside of the root of the tree, leaned out and took the shiny thing from the crack in the tree, and before he could take a good look at what it was, the shaking in the cave increased, and Mo Dye had to stuff the thing into Biluo, and then quickly walked out of the cave.

Mo Ran originally thought that Jun Chenyuan would leave like the Ghost Face Rakshasa and the Ghost Lingchuan, but he didn't expect him to wait at the entrance of the cave all the time.

"Why didn't you leave?"

Mo Ran raised his head and looked at Jun Chenyuan.

"Let me leave you alone?"

Jun Chenyuan glared at Mo Dye angrily, and quickly walked forward with Mo Dye's waist.

Outside, at the moment when Huai Jin disappeared, the power of the origin of the wood shone brightly, the wheel of fate behind Yar Leyin gradually slowed down, and the golden light gradually returned, and the figure of Yar Leyin slowly fell from mid-air, under the influence of the powerful life breath of the wood origin, the original silver-white strand of hair of Yar Leyin turned back to brown, leaving no trace of the past.

Nian Lingyu stepped forward to catch the figure of Yar Leyin's whereabouts, in this case, I am afraid that the master's side has succeeded.

Before Nian Lingyu could say anything, a crack appeared in the transparent cage under the Ghost Vine Witch Flower that bloomed the origin of the wood, and then the crack gradually expanded, the cage shattered, and Ghost Lingchuan's figure fell out.

"It's ...... Did the master succeed? ”

Chi Yan hurriedly turned into a human body and held the figure of Ghost Lingchuan and placed it flat on the big stone on the side.

Yar Leyin was awake in Nian Lingyu's arms, and her strength was not excessively consumed, so she withdrew from Nian Lingyu's arms.

"Are you alright?"

Nian Lingyu looked at Ya Le Yin's ruddy cheeks and not stiff look, and decided to make sure.

"I'm fine, Dyeing should have released the patriarch's soul over there, wait for them to come out, the maze of wood seems to be about to close."

Yarle shook her head and chuckled, her gaze falling on the somewhat unstable halo entrance.

"Ahem... Ahem......"

The entrance of the halo shook, and the figure of the Ghost Face Rakshasa supporting the Ghost Lingchuan appeared in front of several people, Nian Lingyu stepped forward to support the Ghost Lingchuan who was shaking, and Yaer Leyin was holding the Ghost Face Rakshasa .

"Are you alright?"

Yar Leyin looked at the Ghost Face Rakshasa and the Ghost Lingchuan with concern, and didn't know what was going on inside.

"It's okay, it's okay, but the master and the master's husband are still inside."

Ghost-faced Rakshasa pointed to the entrance of the halo, his eyes full of worry.