There was a trace of desolation and helplessness in the voice of the seventh master, I stood in place, looked back at the seventh master, my lips moved, but I didn't say anything......

"Look!" Liang Ruoyi's face suddenly changed, and her eyes became a little frightened.

This is the first time I have seen such a look on the ice beauty, and I hurriedly followed her gaze, and I saw the pig's head and Zhou Jun with their arms crossed, and they forcibly supported their bodies more than a foot high, and then slowly raised their heads and looked at us......

"Shhh

The skin of the two at this time has completely lost its previous appearance, like two air-dried chickens, or two water bags that have been drained, their faces are pale, their chapped skin is tightly attached to the bones, cheekbones, nasal bones, maxillas, mandibles, and jawbones...... It's all on the dough, there is no meat at all, and against the background of the orange-red light, it looks like two balloons on the skull, which makes people feel furious!

There was a trace of tears flashing in the deep eye sockets of the two, which was probably the last vitality of their lives, but the tears were too few and the strength was too small, and the teardrop swirled in the eye sockets, but it never flowed......

I was almost suffocated, I mustered up the courage to look at their eyes, those two pairs of eyes were exactly the same at the moment: gray and abrupt, without any color, but from the trembling bodies of the two of them, the stubbornly propped arms, and the tears that had no strength to flow, I could still feel their unwillingness and sadness......

"Pig, pig......" I still couldn't call the name of the pig's head, I could no longer control the irrepressible pain in my chest, as soon as I lowered my head, tears instantly welled up in my eye sockets, raging on my face, and fell to the ground with a "pop and a bang".

The sound of the chanting of the Budai monk reached our ears, and I raised my blurred eyes to see the old monk's hand twisting the Buddha beads on his chest, his mouth moving slightly, reciting the scriptures he did not understand. Liang Ruoyi turned her head, covering her mouth with one hand, her shoulders shaking, trying to suppress the sadness of wanting to cry......

Even the second uncle subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes, with a sad look on his face.

Sun Miaomiao and Chai Lao Wu, who were not far away, their faces were also covered with dark clouds, presumably before they came to the Divine Palace, they would never have thought that Zhou Jun would fall here, and in such a way, in front of them, they left in despair, but they didn't have any way.

The pig's mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but after all, he didn't have the strength to speak, he used his last strength to turn his head slightly and looked at Li Shuangyue.

In an instant, Li Shuangyue, who was like a butterfly, was stunned, he may have realized that the pig's head was sincere to him at this moment, but no matter what, under the surface of his woman, there was a real male body.

This may also be the first time that the pig head is so tempted by a "woman", and I suddenly feel that I did not tell the truth that Li Shuangyue is a man, and it is so wise - in his lifetime, the pig head has a lover in his heart, at least for him, he is very happy.

Li Shuangyue's face changed slightly, and after a few seconds, he also turned his face away and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes......

With a "poof", Zhou Jun, who had already broken an arm and fought with spider silk skeletons, took the lead and couldn't hold on, and lay heavily on the ground, dying......

Zhou Jun's death seemed to have crushed the last straw in the pig's head's heart, and he thoroughly understood that he would have to follow in the footsteps of Zhou Jun and have no skills to return to heaven.

The pig's head trembled and turned his head back, looking at the seventh master and us, a trace of saliva flowed from his mouth, and the eyes that had been gray and colorless suddenly became sharp, and after a few breaths, he also fell to the ground with Zhou Jun......

Everyone stood in place, silent, the chanting sound of the cloth bag monk was still lingering in my ears, I silently closed my eyes, bowed my head slightly, and paid silent tribute to the pig's head and Zhou Jun......

No matter what the past has been, at this moment, they are my comrades-in-arms.

"You see, the sarcophagus is moving." Li Shuangyue suddenly whispered.

Although the distance is relatively far, because there is only the whispering chanting of the Budai monk in the shrine at this time, Li Shuangyue's words still clearly reached our ears.

Everyone looked up at the "silkworm chrysalis sarcophagus" and found that a layer of jade-white scabs outside the sarcophagus was slowly cracking, and starting from the center of the coffin, it slowly split into several pieces of one-person size, which fell off and fell to the ground.

"Huh?! Where's the guy inside?! Li Shuangyue exhaled softly, everyone was puzzled, the original black figure inside, with the cracking of the sarcophagus, it was gone......

The gray sarcophagus reappeared in our eyes, and it seemed that the translucent sarcophagus should have returned to its original appearance as the silkworm chrysalis scab fell off, and we could not see the situation inside.

"They're merging ......," Liang Ruoyi's tone still had a hint of crying in her tone.

The spider silk scattered on the ground, and the jade-white scab that had just fallen off, were slowly merging together, and after a few seconds, the spider silk regained its vitality and wrapped itself around the dead pig's head and Zhou Jun.

"Hey, get the pig's head carcass back!" I was in a hurry, we were already very unwilling to watch the pig's head die, should we even watch the pig's head corpse be lost?!

"Don't!" The Seventh Master stopped it again.

Now I'm a little puzzled, I knew that the pig's head was hopeless, so I just stopped us from going over, and now I don't even want the corpse of my apprentice?!

I turned my head to look at the second uncle, and when I saw the second uncle nodding to me and signaling me to obey the seventh master, I sighed and stopped talking.

After about a minute, the spider silk and the scab completely fused together, wrapping the pig's head and Zhou Jun's corpse into a huge sphere, and after a few seconds, it suddenly spread out on the ground, and swooped down on the ground of the entire shrine at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became the frosted glass layer on the ground beneath our feet again......

At the same time, the overhanging sarcophagus above our heads also moved, under the gaze of all of us, the sarcophagus slowly landed on the ground, the coffin lid opened little by little, everyone held their breath, stared wide-eyed, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Soon, against the background of the orange-red light, the lid of the coffin was completely opened, and a man in a white robe stood up from inside, his entire face covered by the hat of the robe, and it was impossible to see what it looked like.

"W-This?!" The Seventh Master stood up tremblingly, his brows furrowed, and he stared at the white-robed man not far away.

"Boom-" The white-robed man suddenly let out a strange laugh, which looked very strange in the silent shrine.

Everyone subconsciously took a step back, their eyes fixed on the white-robed man.

I only remembered the back of my head at this time, and I touched it behind me, and there was no coldness: this means that the white-robed man who stood up from the sarcophagus in front of me was a big living person if nothing else!

"I follow the destiny of heaven, and I will be transported by the earth!" The white-robed man said eight words and stood motionless in the sarcophagus, facing us.

When the seventh master heard these eight words, his face changed suddenly, and then he knelt on the ground with a "poof", opened his mouth, and replied to the white-robed man: "Heaven and earth are combined, and Nanpan is respected!" You, are you really 'Exploring the Dragon in the Clouds', Ancestor Gu Yusheng?! ”

"Huh-" The white-robed man sneered when he heard the seventh master's question, and stood outside the sarcophagus with a shake: "What do you say?" It's really disappointing to me, you turned out to be the first person to find the helmsman of the Nanpan faction, and what's even more ridiculous is that your ability to be at the helm is much worse than the previous ones, and your talent is withering! ”

Listening to the words of the old goblin Gu Yusheng, I scolded in my heart: Damn, this old goblin is too ghostly, this Beijing film says that this is called an authentic, think about it, I have lived for thousands of years, and my cultural level must keep pace with the times!

"The seventh generation helmsman of the Nanpan faction, Tian Sheng, meet Master Zu!" The seventh master didn't go to his heart, but was very excited, and kowtowed to Gu Yusheng as he spoke.

The old elf didn't reply, but reached out and gently removed the hat from his robe.

I saw that the hand was very white and thin, there was no blood at all, and the strange thing was that the white could not even see the blood vessels, like a white paper, and when I saw the face that was also as white as a white paper, I suddenly felt a hairy feeling in my heart.

What do you say about this face...... At first glance, he is very handsome, angular, with bright eyes, eyes like falcons, with an innate temperament, and he is not a mortal at first glance. But when I looked at it a few more times, I felt that this face was a little strange: compared to our current face, this face was more slender and long, with a slightly protruding mandible, and a slightly wider frontal bone covered by long hair, which would have been more characteristic if it weren't for his thinness.

Well, from this point of view, there is no doubt that this person should be a Gupan from thousands of years ago.

"This high monk with a cloth bag on his waist is a disciple of the cloth bag monk?" The old goblin Gu Yusheng didn't pay attention to the seventh master who was still kneeling on the ground, and walked directly towards us, looking at the cloth bag monk as he walked.

"The little monk is a junior, and he doesn't dare to call himself a senior monk in front of his seniors." The cloth bag monk did not change his face, did not breathe, twisted the Buddha beads in one palm and placed them on his chest, recited a Buddha name, and replied slightly.

"Huh!" Gu Yusheng sneered again: "Don't say that you are a junior, it is the ancestor of your lineage, the Tianyuan monk of Tibetan Tantra, who is also my junior!" It's just that I see that your kung fu is good, although you have been separated by so many generations, you still have learned a little bit of true inheritance, and you are more competitive than this mediocre talent of our Nanpan faction. ”

Tibetan Tantra? This is a word that I haven't heard for a long time, I turned my head to look, and saw that when the Budai monk heard this, his face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything, just waved at the old goblin again.

But when I looked at the second uncle and Liang Ruoyi, I found that their faces were a little ugly, and their heads were full of sweat, as if they were struggling and uncomfortable......