Yan Qingjue was surprised by his changes, compared to him before, he was more like a real person, flesh and blood, sorrows and joys, and these were all because of night terrors.

The night terrors gave him pause, allowed him to gaze at the world, and gave him a chance to think.

About the future, life and hope.

Yan Qingjue patted Ye Jinghong's shoulder and said, "He appeared." ”

He?

Night Terror soon spotted the tall man in front of the Wheel of the Underworld, and he slowly looked back, a pair of eyes that were no longer as clear and bright as they used to be, and there was a thick fog in them that seemed to swallow his soul.

"Go ahead."

"Hmm."

As Shan's two inheritors, the decision-making between them should not be interfered with by Yan Qingjue.

Night Terror stepped under his feet, and with a slight movement, he landed in front of the Wheel of the Underworld.

She seemed to be a gust of fresh wind, blowing on the man's body with a moist breath, making the latter smile on his face.

"Long time no see."

Looking at the man's shallow smile, Night Terror Hong was the first to speak, his tone was relaxed and natural, as if the other party was really just an ordinary old man who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Ling Aotian nodded: "Long time no see." ”

"What are you doing here?"

Night Terror also thought that he would seize every opportunity to cultivate, after all, the ghost cultivation in this "human world" would suffer countless tribulations.

Ling Aotian said gently, "Help repair the Wheel of the Underworld." "Then, wait for someone.

This person may never be seen again, but he doesn't know what else he can do to reunite with her again except to wait here.

"Senior Shan told me that you are his true heir."

Ling Aotian nodded, the last bit of imperial qi left in the tomb was indeed devoured by him, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to guard the wheel of the underworld.

"Can you do us a favor?"

"What do you want?"

Night Terror shook it with his bare hands, and a small sphere appeared in his palm.

It was clearly an extremely ordinary ball, but Ling Aotian felt a strong sense of vitality and hope from it.

It seems that in front of him is a beauty that he has never cherished.

"Take a trip?"

"Hmm."

With a wave of his hand, the two of them turned around and entered the secret realm.

Completely different from the last feeling, the secret realm at this time was no longer a training place full of killing machines and thorns for the two of them, and they felt the intimacy of this land from the depths of their blood and soul.

It is as if every grass, tree, flower and stone here has fallen into their eyes.

Ling Aotian let go of his divine sense and smiled slightly, "How can there be a human race here?" ”

Night Terror Hong knew that Ling Aotian was referring to the Medicine Spirit Clan, and having them did add countless vitality to this world, Night Terror Hong smiled, "Have you ever allowed them to thrive here?" ”

"This isn't the real world, and they really want to?"

"Hmm."

What is true and what is false is just a matter of individuality.

From the moment the Medicine Spirit Clan stepped into this land, they were the true inhabitants of this land.

For them, this is the real truth.

Needless to say, Ling Aotian naturally followed behind him, and the two of them crossed the mountains and mountains, and in the blink of an eye, they came to a void and chaos.

This is not anywhere else, it is the demon mound where the Demon Ancestor was buried in the first place.

Night Terror Hong looked at Ling Aotian quietly: "Speaking of which, the Heart of the Demon God is sealed in it, if you want to collect all the fragments, you can only rely on the Heart of the Demon God, are you willing to help us?" ”

(End of chapter)