"Alas. A sigh sounded in the sky, as if he was regretting, and as if he had made up his mind.

The voice came from the endless void above the sky, and a slender figure could be faintly seen.

Although this figure exudes a fair aura all over its body, it seems to be above all beings, this person sensed something in the dark, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a golden ball of light flew out, and he didn't know where to go.

"This is the last inheritance I left in the original continent, and no one can give me my last inheritance!" The aura on the figure's body changed sharply, and the aura of peace became sharp, staring into the void in the distance

Far away under the sky, a ball of light the size of a peanut that was imperceptible slipped down rapidly, and only two seconds later, the ball of light disappeared.

In front of the spliced tomb, Art's bones exuded a bitter chill.

At this moment, on Art's bones, a translucent old man was levitating.

"This, this" The translucent old man looked down at Art's corpse, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his dry eyes were a little rosy.

He waited for more than a thousand years to find such a peerless good seedling to inherit his mantle, in fact, he had long regarded Yate as the only disciple to cultivate, but he didn't expect that it was only a short period of sleep, and this disciple who could be said to be the most important disciple in his life died here.

It's been a thousand years, a thousand years! At this moment, the old man seemed to be about to go crazy, and for him, Art was a descendant of his own family, a person who wanted to inherit the mantle.

"How can the heir of my Heavenly Holy Dharma God Puxiu die when he dies? The old man will not allow you to die!" In the soul state, the Heavenly Saint Dharma God Puxiu let out a frenzied roar. There was a hint of trilling in his voice.

Puxiu gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of decision, and his translucent body burst into flames.

"Hahaha, what about the sky, for the sake of my disciples, I have to change my life against the sky. Even if I burn all my souls, I will snatch him back from your hands!" A trace of sadness flashed in Puxiu's eyes, and he shouted hoarsely at the sky.

I have no heirs, no relatives, my apprentice is my only possession, even if it is God, he can't easily take all of me!

There was an unwavering glint in Puxiu's eyes.

The white flames were scorching Puxiu's soul, and every time the white flame jumped, Puxiu's soul turned back and faded. A trace of pure power would pour into Art's bones.

Under the power of Puxiu's soul, Art's shattered chest and shattered arm are gradually recovering.

Puxiu's soul crackled as it burned, but from beginning to end, Puxiu's face did not leak a trace of pain, on the contrary, watching Art's bones gradually recover, Puxiu's eyes leaked with excitement.

"Well, there's hope!" Puxiu roared. The speed at which the soul burned even more violently, and a trace of pure power poured into Art's body.

Heart. The lobes of the lungs, the ribs, are all reshaped by this pure force.

Without the slightest hesitation, Puxiu's soul never stopped, and as time went by, Puxiu's soul became weaker and weaker. It was almost completely transparent, but on the other hand, Art's body was intact, and even his heart began to beat again.

"The last step, the soul returns!" Puxiu lightly pointed at Art's forehead. Countless points of light poured into Yat's head, and the next moment, a roar was released, and the few soul powers exploded violently, and a supreme brilliance instantly filled the entire Splicing Tomb.

Under this brilliance, dozens of golden fragments could be faintly seen at the corpse of Art, and these fragments were the souls dissipated by Art.

"Condensation!" Pu Xiu's fist tightened slightly, and suddenly countless golden fragments flew up and quickly spliced together.

Ten seconds later, Art's dissipated soul appeared intact in front of Puxiu.

"Am I not dead?" Art's soul eyelashes twitched, and his eyes opened, a little confused.

The next moment, Art's whole body trembled violently, like a lightning strike, and tears fell down his cheeks in an instant.

He saw that the soul of his master, the Heavenly Saint Dharma God Puxiu, was infinitely close to transparency, and he couldn't imagine what was happening.

"Master, you shouldn't" Art choked up a little, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, thousands of words were blocked in his throat, and only sadness was left in his heart.

"Silly apprentice, I am your master, naturally I want to save you, for me, I have lived long enough, I have no relatives, only you are the apprentice, if you die, even if I live, there will only be endless loneliness. Puxiu smiled mildly and touched Art's head, without the slightest regret in his eyes.

"Master must have some way to save you, you haven't watched me become a god yet" Art was even more uncomfortable, and the whole person sobbed, and his speech was intermittent.

Seeing this scene, Pu Xiu's heart was also a little uncomfortable, why didn't he want to see his disciple become a god with his own eyes? However, he knew that there was still the most important step that had not been completed, and as long as this step was not completed, his disciple would not be truly resurrected.

Looking at Art, who was crying like a tearful man in front of him, Puxiu sighed slightly, and then put his hand on Art's head.

"Don't cry, you remember, since you are a disciple of my Heavenly Holy Dharma God Puxiu, you have to be an upright man, and promise the master that no matter when, you can't shed tears, only the weak will shed tears! You have to laugh, no matter what the situation is, you have to laugh, crying, you can't change anything!" Puxiu patted Art's head slightly, and his soul became a little lighter as he spoke.

"Master, I don't cry. Art gasped and wiped away her tears, a forced smile on her face.

Tears kept rolling in Art's eyes, and Art tried hard not to let the tears fall, and this master's instructions were to leave the most perfect side to his master

Ask for collections, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for subscriptions, I'm a few minutes late today, I'm sorry, I forgot. (To be continued.) )