That wisp of white light is the last trace of Zeng Nianyu's remaining soul in the world, once it disappears, she will disappear forever. Cultivators, more or less know some methods of collecting souls, Ling Xuan has humbly learned from the Shangqing people, and naturally understands some, at this time, he is the last trace of Zeng Nianyu's unconscious remnant soul into the box, and then has the mana to bind her, so that she will not disappear, I hope that one day I can go to the Qiankun Fairyland to see the Shangqing people, he must have a way to save her.

At this time, Ling Xuan's last hope, Shangqing people must have a way!

He cautiously held the small Xianle box, looked at it with great attachment, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry Master, only if you are wronged to live in it for a while, the apprentice will definitely try to save you." ”

Zeng Nianyu couldn't hear what he said anymore, maybe he heard it, but he didn't know what he said, the fairy box was lying quietly on his palm, shining in the bright sun.

Maybe Zeng Nianyu's heart has already moved to the Xianle Box, she may never have forgotten the original owner of this box, for her, the Xianle Box may be the best destination, but who knows, it is lying in Ling Xuan's palm at this time, so quiet, so without the breath of half-star life, despite this, he still regarded it as a treasure and put it firmly on his chest, and the cold feeling coming from the box made him feel much more steady.

At least he knew, knew that she was still by his side, forever and ever, and would never leave again.

With a glimmer of hope, Ling Xuan quickly walked out of the endless sorrow, but he fell into an even greater haze, Zeng Nianyu's last words seemed to be still echoing in his ears, behind the tragic destruction of the Second Extreme Sect, there was a shocking conspiracy.

What is the conspiracy, is it instigated or something else? The answer is buried deep in the dust of time, and he needs to peel back the layers of dust so that the answer finally comes to the surface.

But no matter how difficult it was, no matter what was waiting for him in front of him, whether it was a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, he stepped forward without hesitation.

This was her last wish, his irreversible fate, and he accepted it calmly.

He came to the depths of the Hundred Demon Forest in a trance, the evil land full of evil, it seemed to disappear with the departure of the Soul Sword, the evil qi around him was all dispersed, and on the dark earth, among the cracks of the white bones, there were vigorous weed shoots, maybe it won't be long before the spring of next year comes, this place will be full of grass, who will remember how many heroic souls have been buried here? Just like who will remember that charming figure like the sunset, withered in the depths of prosperity?

He sighed gloomily and walked away.

When he returned to the Three Demon Town again, it was already dusk, the warm sunlight was firmly blocked by the mountains, the town was sleeping in the cold air, there were few pedestrians on the street, it was already prosperous and hidden, and the lights of thousands of homes were dotted, like stars in the sky, flickering and gloomy, covering the town from south to north, he was isolated in the lights, and he didn't know where to go.

In the sky, there seemed to be a tear-jerking sad song, but he didn't know whose song was singing or what it was singing, just followed the sad melody, aimlessly walking.

His thin and helpless figure, towering weakly, was infinitely stretched by the lights of thousands of homes, and only a small red shadow accompanied him, desolate and vicissitudes.

Unconsciously, he came to the door of the Three Demon Inn, but at this time he had changed its name, called 'Immortal Inn', and the two lanterns hanging on the lintel were glowing with a faint red light, reflecting the word 'Immortal' in dark red, which was particularly eye-catching, and Ling Xuan couldn't help but take a few more looks.

It was not too late, the inn was not closed, and a few guests sat inside, pushing glasses and changing lamps with each other, talking in a low voice.

Before Ling Xuan walked in, a shopkeeper came out, and said, "Yo, objective, please inside, I don't know ...... you."

The shopkeeper said, but after seeing Ling Xuan clearly, he suddenly froze, then lost his voice and shouted, stumbled back to the inn, and said: "Immortals, immortals, immortals, immortals, shopkeepers, immortals are here!"

Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, and when he didn't know why, more than a dozen people came out, and when they saw that it was indeed him, they couldn't help but kneel down one after another, and one of the middle-aged men led by them said with sincere fear: "I don't know that the immortals are coming to the shop, and they are disappointed, and I hope that the immortals will forgive their sins." ”

Ling Xuan was suddenly inexplicable, he stepped forward, helped the middle-aged man up, and hurriedly saluted the people around him, and said: "Fellow villagers, please hurry up, how can He De bear such a big gift from you, the villagers are tormented." ”

When more than a dozen people heard the words, they were not persistent, and they all got up and greeted him with a smile, or the middle-aged man who was the leader, and said: "The immortals have removed a big harm for Yong'an Town, so that tens of thousands of villagers in this town can enjoy peace. ”

Ling Xuan was already absent-minded, and at this time, he didn't even react to what he was referring to, and said, "Fellow villagers, this matter is ......."

He suddenly reacted, I was afraid that what they said was not referring to the matter of the three demons and spirit tigers, and secretly smiled bitterly at the moment, and said: "The work of raising your hands is nothing, you villagers don't have to go to your heart." ”

The middle-aged man at the head is the shopkeeper of the 'Immortal Inn', and the dozen or so people behind him are mostly diners. The shopkeeper said some words of gratitude on behalf of the people, and then welcomed Ling Xuan into the inn, and more than a dozen people followed behind, with bright smiles on their faces, and words of gratitude were endless.

Accompanied by laughter, the haze in Ling Xuan's heart couldn't help but fade by three points, and he couldn't help showing a sincere smile on his face, and soon, the group went up to the second floor, and the shopkeeper beckoned Ling Xuan to sit down in a private room on the street, but they were standing aside, greeting with a smile, not daring to sit with him.

The people present are many years older than him, but they can be regarded as elders, how can there be an elder who does not sit on him as a junior and sit alone? Ling Xuan hurriedly stood up again, and said in fear: "Fellow villagers, wandering alone, thanks to your warm hospitality, you are already grateful, and you dare not be so polite, and you will be frustrated. ”

More than a dozen villagers looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly felt that the gods were not as cold and ruthless as rumored, and they did not eat the fireworks of the world, but they were so humane and amiable. They were no longer obsessed, and the shopkeeper surnamed Chen Zhi sat down one after another, and Ling Xuan also sat down, relieved.

Under the Zhang Luo of Chen's shopkeeper, Xiao Er soon served a table full of delicacies and a few bottles of century-old daughter red for everyone, and Chen's shopkeeper greeted him, and everyone moved chopsticks, borrowed wine to lyrical, and passed on the strong sense of gratitude through wine, and the fragrance of wine, floating all over the Accord.

Ling Xuan didn't know how to drink, and such a delicacy was naturally a rare and ultimate enjoyment for mortals, but for cultivators, it was too greasy, but at this time, he was depressed in his heart, so he thought about borrowing wine to kill his sorrows.

After three cups, everyone felt a little cordial to each other, and their words became casual, Ling Xuan said: "Shopkeeper Chen, the word 'immortal' in your immortal inn is quite ethereal, and the meaning of falling leaves returning to the root is a must." ”

Chen shopkeeper said: "The contemptible talent is shallow, but I feel that if there is no immortal and the purple-clothed fairy in this town to help, I am afraid that the time will not be long, and the contemptible people will see the two immortals and talented women, who can be described as golden boys and jade girls, fairy couples, and envy others, so the contemptible people dare to take this one for the small shop, and the class will get an axe, which makes the immortals laugh." ”

Ling Xuan said: "Don't dare, don't dare, the shopkeeper Chen is only eight buckets high, and he is rich and rich, and he can't reach it." ”

Shopkeeper Chen said: "Immortal Miao praised. Since the shop is named after the love of the two immortals, it should be owned by the two immortals, and the contemptible people will take care of the two for the time being, and the immortals can get it back at any time in the future. ”

Ling Xuan was taken aback and said, "Absolutely not, the so-called merit is not profitable, how dare you take the love of the shopkeeper in the future?"

At this time, he was resolute and said: "This is the meager heart of the villagers of my Yongan Town, and I hope that the immortals will laugh and accept, otherwise, I will not be able to eat day and night, and I hope that the immortals will never refuse." ”

More than a dozen people around him also followed: "Wanwang Immortals don't want to refuse." ”

How can a cultivator covet the mundane and abandon penance?