The wind in the tomb was getting stronger and stronger, and there were no large dark clouds gathered together by the wind, and after a while, a little snowflake actually fell on the green grass.

In the midst of the snowflakes, a few black feathers hovered in the air, a few birds chirped in the sky, and a sad breath spread from afar to the hot springs, and finally spread to the entire celestial tomb.

The little friars felt the urge to shed tears when they were in it.

Except for Yang Zhao and the others who were still immersed in the knot, they didn't know anything about foreign affairs, Shen Ruoyu and Lu Zhenren all said goodbye in one direction.

The elders of the Feather Clan were gone, causing a vision in the Heavenly Tomb.

After a cup of tea, the wailing gradually subsided, and after a while, I saw a large black bird fly straight over the hot springs from a distance.

The big bird circled a few times in the sky above, and plunged down one by one.

He folded his wings and transformed into a human form, and his inhuman eagle eyes were full of sorrow.

"The younger generation has seen the predecessors of the road, thank you Tianfu for letting my grandfather sleep peacefully."

Lu Zhenren accepted a salute from him: "You kid should be obedient." ”

"Thank you, senior."

Lu Sheng stood still half a step behind Lu Zhenren, his eyes fixed on Luan Chuanxiong, and in a moment, he naturally shifted his gaze and looked at Yang Zhao in the hot spring.

At this time, Yang Zhao's hands and feet were fixed with chains, and her body was imprisoned and could not move, and silver needles were pierced on her body, and colorful silk threads gathered on Luan Chuanxiong's hands.

Luan Chuanxiong had to rely on these silver needles and silk threads to assist Yang Zhao in using his spiritual power to form a pill, and at the same time, he had to pay attention to Yang Zhao's mental clarity at all times.

Feng took a knife and cut a small hole in the right place for Yang Zhao, assisting those Di insects to quickly enter Yang Zhao's body to lay eggs.

This process is not smooth, because there will always be insects that take a slow or faster step to get to where they should be, but because the timing is not right, they are dispersed and killed by spiritual power.

Feng Zai could only use a knife to cut a small hole in Yang Zhao again and send these insects in.

Again and again, a trace of blood slipped into the hot spring, and the dyed spring water was scarlet.

In addition to sending insects, he also supervised the work of a broken pill, whenever the time was right, he put his hand in Yang Zhao's dantian, and shattered the new pill that had just borne a little bit, and the provincial golden pill snatched the spiritual power and delayed the healing of injuries.

Broken Dan was a very painful thing, under such an attack, Yang Zhao's face was pale and his brows were furrowed, and his lips were about to bite.

Bursts of thunder faintly floated above Yang Zhao's hot springs, but they dispersed in the next moment of the broken pill.

Gathering again and again, this thunder followed Yang Zhao's broken pills again and again, as if he was provoked by something, and the movement became louder and louder, but once you didn't show your skills, it passively dispersed.

If Lei Sheng has thinking, he has to vomit blood aggrievedly at this moment.

At this moment, thunder flashed above the other hot springs, and one by one someone succeeded in forming a pill.

It's just that this is the Heavenly Tomb, which is a place of its own, and the thunder tribulation that connects Dan is much smaller than outside.

The new Jindan period monk didn't care about the thunder tribulation that had weakened a lot of these times, he threw out a magic weapon to disperse the calamity clouds, put on his clothes, and came to the shore to give Lu Zhenren a salute and thank you.

Fortunately, there were runes around the hot springs, so that the small thunder did not disturb others.

The success of the knot is like a chain reaction, with the first place there is the second place, and within half an hour, the remaining three have also successfully landed on the shore line one after another.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Zhao.

There is no day or night in the tomb, and the light snow is fluttering.

The red spring water wrapped Yang Zhao, and Yang Zhao's spirit was already dissipated at this time.

She didn't know who she was, she didn't know where she came from, she didn't know what she was doing, and around her was a sea of blood, corpses, broken bones, and limbs.

The huge idol opened its eyes compassionately and gently beckoned her, returning her to its warm embrace.

She faintly felt that someone had knocked her head on the head, and the screaming and scolding came from afar, which made her a little irritable.

She vaguely knew that she had forgotten something important, but she was too annoyed to pay attention to it.

Forget it, forget it, what is there to think about, her home is still calling to her, she doesn't want to do anything else now, she just wants to sleep under the feet of the warm statue.

That's a great thing.

Suddenly, someone came to her head again, and it was so hard that her head was swollen and her eyes were full of stars.

She couldn't tell what the scolding meant, she only felt a loud noise that pierced her heart.

(End of chapter)