"Stop!"

And the light and the dust coldly poured the ink.

Tilting Junmo looked back at Heguang Tongchen suspiciously, and Heguang Tongchen glanced at him coldly, and said, "You stand down." ”

"Where to retreat?" Dumping Jun Mo's eyes rolled, and he said unhappily, "I'll step back, in case he does anything to you......"

Baili Sai couldn't help but interrupt Dump Jun Mo, "The deity won't hurt the Medicine Master." ”

Hell, Dump Jun Mo actually felt that what the Baili Festival said was very sincere, and he almost believed it, if he wasn't the Baili Festival......

He immediately rolled his eyes at Baili Sacrifice and said, "I believe in your evil!"

The poor monk believed in him. ”

There was a cool voice from behind him, and he knew how to tremble.

It's strange, when did these two ...... I heard that the Baili Festival went to Baichuan with Heguang Tongchen...... Did something happen...... The unspeakable?

Seeing that Dump Jun Mo was stunned and didn't leave, He Guang Tongchen didn't feel that he should avoid him, so he raised his hand and cast an enchantment, and cut directly to the point, "Actually, you are dead." ”

The Baili Festival was taken aback.

Dumping Junmo was even more startled.

They didn't know who He Guang Tongchen was talking about, and for a moment they thought they were talking about themselves.

Those who are outcasts are not entitled to live. The river god was abandoned by Jing Wuchen, and the snow phantom clan was abandoned by the river god, so he should have died at the Beichuan Baili Festival, and he didn't know why he was still alive.

And the king's ink ...... He had already died in Jun Yin's persecution, but now he is just borrowing a corpse to return his soul, and he is not a living person after all.

Seeing that Dump Jun Mo's reaction was greater than that of the Hundred Miles Sacrifice, He Guang Tongchen couldn't help frowning, remembering the truth he saw in the Four Souls Array, although Dump Jun Mo unintentionally became his accomplice to being transferred souls, but his fate was indeed tragic.

More or less, he still feels guilty about pouring Jun Mo, whether it is the battle of Moon God Mountain that destroyed half of his country, or Jun Yin killed him to death.

"The poor monk is talking about him, the Hundred Miles Sacrifice. ”

Listening to Heguang Tongchen's explanation, Dumping Junmo couldn't help but "sigh", looked up and down at the Baili Festival, and couldn't help but sigh, "If the Baili Festival died, then who is he now? Who would want to be so unopen, and pick such an ugly thing for the soul." ”

"Black Dragon. ”

And the light and the dust are earth-shattering.

Dumping Junmo was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, "You...... You even scattered the Nine Dragons Soul?"

"Hmm. He Guang Tongchen responded in a muffled voice, "Otherwise, how can you allow the evil villain to run rampant!"

As he spoke, he coughed again, and although he tried his best to hide it, he still revealed his exhaustion and exhaustion.

Baili Festival was a little confused, in his and the Kyushu River God's cognition, and the light and dust are the red lotus industry Buddha pure and dustless, how can it be involved in the Nine Dragons Soul of the God Realm?

Dumping Junmo was still in shock, his soul was not possessed, he naturally knew that this Nine Dragons soul should be troublesome, even if he retrieved this half, it would be useless......

"Alas"

Dumping Jun Mo looked at the Baili Festival, his eyes were like looking at another dead person, and he sighed with great sympathy.

Baili Sai turned his head to look at him, his expression dark.

He couldn't help but pity, "It looks like you're going to die again." ”

Hundred Mile Festival, "......"

Seeing that he heard the words of the light and the dust, he also did not correct it expressionlessly, and the Baili Festival instantly understood the meaning of the light and the dust.

His eyes swept away, and he suddenly smiled, "It seems that Master Medicine wants the black dragon soul on my body?"

And the light and dust silently, noncommittal.