On Izumo Peak, Higashishibuya, who had just woken up for less than two days, sighed and took care of Jiang Ci, who was also sick.

Three thousand years ago, Jiang Ci, who watched more than 30,000 of his fellow disciples worship the heavens, has been sleepless for the past few days, rushing to the front line, and was cut by the demon cultivator yesterday and fell unconscious.

I'm afraid that the cultivation realm is really dead.

Higashishiya frowned and sighed again.

If his little uncle is still there, maybe there is a little possibility of turning over.

Higashishiya was thinking so, when suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and a figure appeared in the room: "Boss......"

Higashishiya was stunned: "Microline? ”

Su Weixing's face was pale, he came back from nowhere, and he still had scars on his body: "Master...... Master, what about her six spirits? ”

Higashibuya was silent for a moment, then held him up first, avoiding talking: "Where have you been all this time?" How is it a body injury? ”

Su Weixing clutched his sleeve tightly: "Master, where are my master's six spirits?" The Adversary said...... Say, say that she is gone, and she is dying...... Is this true? ”

Higashibuya closed his eyes, sighed, and finally spoke: "Your master gave Shen Yi ten years ago after refining her six spirits......

Outside the door, Shen Yi's empty eyes looked at the sky.

He finally knew why so many demon cultivators were buried in the sea of the world, but he survived.

Why did he cross the moat that countless people couldn't cross after ten years of flirting with the world, and became a demon god.

It's not that he's talented, and it's not that God is merciful.

It was because of his master that he gave him the opportunity to become a god.

When he didn't regain his memory, he stumbled and pulled her sleeve and begged her to save him.

She saved, willingly, became his stepping stone, and also wanted to save him back.

She did not hesitate to dig her own grave, and she did not hesitate to cut off her own way to save him from the demon world.

Shen Yi walked back to his master's cave step by step.

After arriving in her room, Shen Yi squatted on the ground next to her bed, close to her bed, as if he could regain a little warmth from his original beginning.

He took out the soul lamp.

The soul lamp was still lit by faint candlelight as it had been when he first saw it.

This lamp ...... It was ordered for him.

It was his master who didn't worry that he was alone at the bottom of the world, so he ordered it for him.

Shen Yi's face was hollow, and he let go of his soul.

The soul lamp uses Ye Chuijin's soul as the wick, stained with her memory.

At this time, the souls with her six spirits came to her, and these memories also poured towards these souls.

Suddenly, Shen Yi's front was like a marquee replaying those things that happened little by little.

For three thousand years, she cultivated alone and sought the Tao, and the snow on the top of Izumo Peak that had not changed for thousands of years gradually sealed her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and slowly, she became the best disciple of Izumo Sect, and then, she was the first person on the righteous path.

In the third millennium, her head led a small, round ball to stand in front of her, and pushed the little ball to her with a smile.

"This is your third disciple, born with a spiritual vein and spirit bones, and his qualifications are good."

Xiao Tuanzi looked at her with a pair of black and white eyes, a little fearful.

She didn't speak, staring at him.

In the end, she opened her mouth first: "From today on, I will be your master." ”

She thought about it, and seemed a little confused about what else to say.

So after a while, she said dryly: "My name is Wen Fu, what is your name?" ”

Her third disciple looked at her: "I...... My name is Shen Yi. ”