Han Sanbao thought that he was dead, but in fact, in a sense, he was indeed 'dead'.

When he approached the black flame on Zhu Yan's body, his hair and flesh were instantly burned into ashes by the high temperature, and when the wind blew, only a skeleton of bones remained.

But he didn't die, or he didn't die completely.

At the critical moment, a trace of coolness appeared on the immortal coffin, protecting his divine sense, so that it could not die and could not dissipate from the body.

Therefore, he clearly saw that he had turned into a skeleton of bones, so he held the immortal urn and pierced Zhu Yan's huge heart like this.

I don't know what kind of monster Zhu Yan is, the temperature of his blood is terrifyingly high, and he actually softened the high-grade immortal artifact.

'It's good that I've become a skeleton of bones, and I don't feel it anymore, otherwise I wouldn't have been burned to death by this blood?'

The little overlord muttered strange thoughts in his heart, and then saw that the black Suo Suo Di Immortal Urn slowly softened and deformed, and finally turned into a sword-like shape, and the whole body was jet black.

Immediately after, a blue light followed Zhu Yan's huge blood vessels and quickly swam into his heart.

I don't know what Qingguang is, as if it was a living thing, it was suffering a lot of pain, let out a piercing scream, desperately resisted, and then was 'sucked' into the sword body by the whole child.

At the same time, the huge bone frame wrapped in flesh and blood slowly turned into some kind of fine particles, one by one, one by one, absorbed by Han Sanbao's bones, attached to its surface, and disappeared into it in a blink of an eye, becoming a member of his bone shelf.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the entire huge skeleton of bones was absorbed.

Xiao Bawang was pleasantly surprised to see that his bone frame was like refined iron that had been tempered thousands of times, with no impurities, and it actually exuded a faint metallic luster.

And without the support of the bone frame, its flesh and fur instantly turned into particles and drifted away with the wind.

It was only at this time that Han Sanbao's bone frame and the sword-shaped immortal urn fell to the ground with a pop.

As a result, the people of Xuanzong saw a pair of bones with a glittering metallic luster lying alone on the dark ground.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such a handsome skeleton? Hurry up and think of a way to recover me, otherwise my little overlord and you will not be finished!"

Han Sanbao roared.

The jawbones of the bone frame opened and closed, but not a single sound came out.

Han Sanbao was about to scold again, when suddenly his eyes flickered, and the world swirled.

When I saw it again, I found myself on a green meadow.

Not far away, there is a small lake, sparkling in the warm sun, and farther away, there are endless mountain ranges.

The whole environment is ethereal, and it doesn't look like the world.

On the rippling lake, with her back to him, stood a long-haired woman in green clothes, slender and graceful, extremely charming.

At her feet, there was a big black bird, which looked like a trumpet.

If the huge mountain-like Zhu Yan is regarded as a big rooster, this little bird is a chick that has just come out of the shell.

A man and a bird stand on the surface of the lake as if they have no weight.

The blackbird is evil, and the woman in Tsing Yi is fairy, in stark contrast.

"Excuse me, where is this?"

Han Sanbao looked at it for a while, and asked boldly.

"Alas!"

The woman in Tsing Yi suddenly sighed, and the entire immortal world seemed to tremble slightly with a sigh.

"I must have been blind to assume that you idiot can control me. Your act of talent almost ruined me, you know idiot!"

The woman's tone was full of resentment, a little similar to that of the ancestor when she was angry.

"Who are you?"

The little overlord frowned, and the boss in his heart scolded back unceremoniously: You are an idiot, your whole family is an idiot!

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't look back, her anger did not decrease, "You idiot dare to call me an idiot? If it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago!"

"I didn't scold you!"

Han Sanbao was taken aback, but he was thinking in his heart: Could it be that she can know what I think in my heart?

"I do know what is in your heart. Alas, it seems that Xuan is right, you are an idiot, idiot!"

"Hey, if you scold me again, I'm welcome. ”

"Idiot, idiot!"

"Hey ......"

"Idiot, idiot!"

“......”

Han Sanbao simply sat on the grass, ignored the woman in Tsing Yi, and let her scold.

She scolded for a while, probably tired of scolding, yawned a long time, and sighed, "Stay here, I'm going to sleep." ”

After speaking, his figure shook slightly, and he disappeared along with the black bird.

Han Sanbao was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Hey, you at least tell me where this is and who you are, right?"

"Auntie, I'm a sword spirit, where do you say this is?"

After the woman finished speaking, there was no more sound.

Sword and Soul ...... What is that?

Little Overlord pondered what a sword spirit was and why he appeared here.

The breeze blows, the small lake in front of you ripples, and the mountains in the distance are ethereal and mysterious.

In the meantime, it is like being in a fairyland, and you don't feel that time has passed.

For a moment, I was in a trance.

When he could see it clearly, Han Sanbao saw his shining metallic bone frame again, sitting cross-legged on the bed, in a rather strange posture.

Not far away, there were Yun Zixiu, He Tiande, Hong Yuanchen, Qiu Yixuan, Qiu Yixuan, and even Lu Weihan.

As soon as he saw Yun Zixiu, Xiao Bawang gritted his teeth with hatred and scolded when he opened his mouth, but at this time, he couldn't even move his jawbone, let alone make a sound.

"Uncle Shi, are you sure you want to do this?"

Lu Weihan asked, her tone full of solemnity.

Only then did Han Sanbao find that everyone was clean and tidy, and even He Tiande, who was almost burned to death by Zhu Yan, was cured, but for some reason, all of them had gloomy faces.

"In the past six months, we have tried all kinds of methods, except to make sure that the three souls and seven spirits of the ancestor are still in his 'body', we can't think of any way, if we wait any longer......"

Yun Zixiu said with a solemn face.

It's been half a year......

When Han Sanbao heard this, he was really puzzled, could it be that the woman in Tsing Yi, who claimed to be a sword spirit, scolded him for half a year?

looked at Lu Weihan and Qiu Yixuan again, and found that they were indeed a little mature.

Lu Weihan's snow-white long hair is longer, her bright eyes are more and more bright and charming, and her exquisite facial features are gradually maturing, as beautiful as a fairy, but she can't walk on the ground all year round, which makes her body weaker and weaker, and her face is abnormally pale.

Qiu Yixuan became more and more generous, with a bumpy figure, and seemed to be a little more pretty.

Could it be that half a year has really passed?

"Uncle Shi, you spend a body of true yuan, although you can reshape the body for your ancestor, but ...... Without your leadership, what will happen to the rest?"

In his confusion, he heard Lu Weihan continue: "Although Zhu Yan is dead, who can guarantee that there will be no other more powerful demon beasts attacking? At this time, you ...... What do you tell the rest of us to do?"

"Yes, senior brother, why don't you think about it again. ”

The rest of the people also persuaded Yun Zixiu one after another.

Han Sanbao can be seen that they have not abandoned him, they have been trying to find a way to heal him for half a year, and now Yun Zixiu is planning to spend a body of true yuan to reshape his physical body.

"Time waits for no one. ”

Yun Zixiu sighed: "The collapse of the Xuan Realm is only in the future, at this time, the ancestor is our only hope, even if it ...... There's no way around it. ”

"If we look for it again according to what our ancestor said, we will always find a way out. ”

"In the past six months, how many people have been sent?

"But ......"

"Besides, only the master can control the immortal urn, how can we find a way out? ”