His words turned into a question, "What are you going to do next?" ”

Seven years is too long, and if it was in the past, he would never believe it.

But he had seen the master fight with the puppet, which was the walking dead refined from the dead corpse, which was the so-called ghost qi.

Some of those things can be seen, but some of them can't be seen or touched, and they are a very evil thing, and they are indeed transmitted from the Wu Clan.

The master's strength alone was not enough to contend with it, and later, the master came forward to settle all this.

Since the ancestor had fought with those things back then, he would definitely be able to distinguish the ghost qi on Xuanjue's body, so why didn't he take the first time to remove it, Huizhi couldn't help but fall into confusion.

When Jiang Zebei heard this, his eyes fell on Qingyuan, "Next, I will go to the Western Regions and hear that the Wu people are looking for me." ”

This decision was not only shocking to Huizhi, but even Qingyuan was a little incredulous.

"No, you can't!" Qingyuan was the first to stand up and refute.

Jiang Zebei was as black as obsidian, and his dark and deep eyes looked at Qingyuan faintly.

"Not really!" Qingyuan was in a hurry, got up from the stool, and walked towards Jiang Zebei, "They will kill you!" ”

"It depends on whether they have the ability to do that!"

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, tidied up the somewhat wrinkled monk's robe on his body, bowed his head lightly to Huizhi, and walked to the front of the main hall.

"Senior brother, I'm not kidding!" Qing Yuan saw that he didn't take it seriously, and his voice became more urgent.

"I'm not kidding, since they want it, wouldn't it be just right for me to send it to the door, and I can save your mother."

Qingyuan was speechless, he wanted to refute, looking at Jiang Zebei's departing back, only his face was full of helplessness and self-blame.

He knew that his senior brother had already made up his mind.

Obviously, he can do it with his blood, but the senior brother wants to go to the Western Regions in person, which must not be simple.

Thinking that when his senior brother had become ill recently, it was becoming more and more difficult to control, and Qingyuan's forehead couldn't help but sweat, and he had a bad premonition.

The back of the senior brother had disappeared, Qingyuan retracted his gaze, turned to face Huizhi with his hands together, "Presiding, the disciple also left first, thank you for taking in the presiding over the years." ”

Huizhi frowned, looked at him for a while, and said, "You go." ”

Not long after Qingyuan left, Huizhi stood in place for a while before leaving.

None of the three of them noticed that on top of the high beams, a figure was quickly leaving.

……

Jiang Zebei walked to the temple of Dayin Temple, and his heart was confused.

Just regained his memory and saw his beloved and children, but he learned that his life was short, who could know his unwillingness.

There was an anger that wanted to destroy everything, and it made him miserable and tormented.

The beloved is by his side, but he can't be close to him, and he would even rather not be found, so that Tiantian and the child will not, and experience the taste of losing him again.

Walking to the furnace of the temple, Jiang Zebei stopped.

The Turks have perished, and the Turkic division is dead.

And his strange power came out of the Wu Clan, and those people still wanted to use him, how could there be such a cheap thing in the world.

Since he can't survive, how can he let the Wu people be at ease.

And he also heard that the Wu people have been active frequently in recent years.

Jiang Zebei raised his head and looked at the dark sky, and the confusion in his eyes never dissipated.

He had sensed the power in his body, which was gradually devouring him.