"After that calamity, Senior Brother and I once came to Liudao Mountain together, thinking about awakening the master or healing him, but no matter how much we sent the spiritual energy into his body, we couldn't get the slightest response."

Song Qingyun looked at Sang Luo, there seemed to be pain in his eyes, and his voice was astringent,

"We wanted to take the master away, but we found that there was a trace of aura on his body that still existed in the world, and it lingered in these six mountains."

"Senior Brother and I couldn't gather souls for the master, but we didn't dare to move it, so we could only circle these six mountains, place a lot of spirit stones and spirit crystals around the mountains, and set up a formation, hoping that one day, the master can come back."

Even Ji Qingfeng can come back, why can't Shizun?

Song Qingyun thought so, always thinking that his master could still come back to life.

Since the catastrophe, the senior sister has disappeared, and the senior brothers have left one after another, the retreat of retreat, the martyrdom of martyrdom, he only has one relative, Shizun.

On the top of the six mountains, Sang Luo stood in the snow in a green coat, looking at Changli Jianzun who was not far away with his eyes closed, with a sad expression.

Whether Su Changli is for Sangluo or Song Qingyun, he is like a master and a father.

She raised her hand to catch a snowflake in her hand, and her mind moved, and time began to flow.

The scenes on the six mountains that day passed in front of her eyes one by one.

In the past, Su Changli held the sword blood station, he actually had the opportunity to become an immortal, but he refused the invitation of the Heavenly Dao Dao, cut off his own path to heaven, and killed two immortals one after another on the Liudao Mountain.

The moment the giant hand came, he held his sword to meet him, and that sword qi gathered almost all his aura and vitality.

After that move, the long sword in Jian Zun's hand broke, and his life was extinguished.

Sang Luo looked at Changli Jianzun's moves and styles, and his eyes were surging.

On that day, when she merged with the Fourteen Continents of Cangwu, everyone was doing their best to help her delay time.

Maybe it's the topography of Liudao Mountain, or the chaotic entanglement of immortal qi and sword intent, which accidentally protects him with a touch of soul breath, scattered on Liudao Mountain, to keep his body from rotting.

Now that she has come back again, she will inevitably bring Shizun back from Liudao Mountain.

The girl's spiritual power spread out, and the aftermath of the criss-crossing sword qi instantly dissolved, and the entire Liudao Mountain was wrapped in a dark blue spiritual breath.

One by one, the scattered soul breath was gathered, and the pearl pendant on Su Changli's chest emitted a light purple light.

Song Qingyun's eyes moved slightly,

"What's that?"

Sang Luo looked at the pearl pendant that exuded a faint spiritual breath, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly,

"That's . Yun Huan? ”

The life-changing introduction of the Hehuan Sect.

A light purple figure gradually gathered.

Sang Luo raised his hand to seal and continued to gather his soul.

Thousands of years ago, Yun Huan's fate fell here, and he exchanged his life for his life, and took his master out of the Shura Road, but there was still a trace of remnant soul, attached to the descending pearl jade pendant.

As if pulled by the jade pendant, the moment the remnant soul gathered, Su Changli finally opened his eyes.

Through the vast sea of snow, I looked towards the light purple figure.

"Yun Huan."

He hissed.

The high-spirited teenager has long been buried in the snow.

Now he is dressed in green clothes, covered in blood, with a thin face and gorgeous hair.

The purple-clothed girl's face was still like that year, she raised her hand to touch the side of Su Changli's face, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Long leave, let it go."

The second more ~

I really like Su Changli's pair~

(End of chapter)