Chapter 139: I Talked and Laughed with the Demon Venerable (48)

Jiang Ci clutched his chest, only feeling sad.

She said in a calm voice, "Master, he is not a demon, I know what I am doing. ”

Jiang Ci was just about to scold her, when he saw her raise her head, and there was a faint white divine pattern on her forehead.

Jiang Ci couldn't hold back any longer, and slapped her in the face fiercely: "Confused! ”

She really became a god in half a step, only half a step away, and she was about to set foot in the realm that no one had set foot in tens of thousands of years.

It's been a long time since no one in the cultivation realm has ascended to immortality and become a god, and the god realm is about to become a legend for the cultivation realm.

And there are thousands of cultivators, which one is not the ultimate goal of ascending to the immortal and becoming a god?

Jiang Ci single-handedly brought her up, and she was also a master and a father, and her own apprentice knew that before these things happened, she also took this as her goal.

Seeing her self-destruct her future at this moment, Jiang Ci was immediately unstable, and the blood that had been stuck in his chest spit out.

The apprentice he raised with his own hands had to brave the world's condemnation and protect the devil with the power of one person.

Such an act has cut off one's path to becoming a god.

Ye Chuijin's expression was light, and his voice was calm: "If one day he causes a big disaster, I will bear the responsibility." ”

Jiang Ci looked at her, and also looked at the half-stretched divine pattern on her forehead: "You take it?" How do you bear it? ”

A fresh breeze blew by the sea of the world, and the person who stepped into the divine realm made a vow: "There is really a day when I will never die with him." ”

There is no sorrow or joy in the sea of the world that has not changed for thousands of years, and only the wind can blow a ripple.

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In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

After returning from the sea that day, Ye Chuijin closed up.

After all, her soul was separated, and she lived in purgatory-like agony every day and every night, and it was impossible for her to be as usual.

Higashibuya got a requiem pill from somewhere, and was stunned as soon as she pushed open her door.

In the door, Ye Chuijin's table lit a soul lamp.

The soul lamp uses the power of the soul as the wick, and there is no fire and spontaneous combustion, which can show the soul condition of a close person.

Those close to him die, and the soul is extinguished.

It is self-evident who Ye Chuijin lit this soul lamp.

It's just that Ye Chuijin's soul is now separated, and the power of her soul is already unstable, not to mention that she has to light a soul lamp for others, which will hurt her too much.

Higashibuya hurriedly walked over, his brows furrowed high: "Uncle Junior, you ......"

Even if he is unconventional, when the words of Ye Chuijin by the sea of the world come out, there is also some estrangement in the bottom of Higashibuya's heart.

At this time, seeing her use her soul power to light the soul lamp, Higashi Shibuya originally wanted to persuade her, but after opening her mouth, she didn't persuade her.

Her little uncle is stubborn, and she can't persuade her to do what she decides.

Ye Chuijin looked at him lightly.

Higashibuya put down the Requiem Pill in his hand, said a few words, turned around and pushed the door away.

Ye Chuijin looked at the soul lamp steadily, the soul lamp emitted a faint blue light, and there was a faint familiar atmosphere. Ye Chuijin seemed to be stunned, she stretched out her hand, and her fingers reached out to the lamp flame.

She didn't come to her senses until she was scalded.

The room was lonely, and only the soul lamp accompanied her.

Her eyes were bright and bright, and her side face showed a hint of tenderness in the light.

Ye Chuijin: [Mom, I thought this lamp spontaneously combusted without fire, it was different from ordinary lamps, it turned out that the flame was also hot! ] This is very uncultivated!! 】

The atmosphere of abuse was gone, and the system covered its non-existent chest and whispered in its own database: [MMP, do you hear me!] MMP! 】