"Is this the end?"
Not as angry and desperate as I imagined, the dragon turtle looked up and stared at Zhao Guizhen in the sky, and then calmly accepted the fact that he was about to die.
"Zhao Guizhen, I will remember you."
Xuan off the cool and free and easy sound through the dozens of kilometers distance, straight Zhao Guizhen body ear echoed up.
"I’ll wait for you in the near future if you can live to that time …"
Speaking of this, the Xuan unique voice suddenly paused before continuing to whisper easily.
"Fox, I’m coming for you."
Trance xuan never seemed to see PeiHui figure again.
Since I learned that Hui Ji was willing to die, I have already had a death wish.
Because he knew that the "Feisheng Dan" in Pei Wende’s hand was given to each other willingly by Pei Hui.
Even if they violate each other’s wishes and forcibly resurrect Pei Hui, they will certainly not be happy.
Knowing this, I definitely wanted to give it a try, but I didn’t pin all my hopes on this side.
On the contrary, the previous capture of the Louvre is the real card of Xuanjue.
You know, Xuan Jue is one step away from Yang Shen, and the help of Luo Fu Dao Pan helped him successfully break through this barrier.
-Yang Shen is a success, and reincarnation is immortal.
Taoist practitioners can lock the essence if they want to become an elixir, adding five hundred years of Shou Yuan.
When the Yuan God broke through the Dan and gathered the two souls of heaven and earth to achieve the position of ghosts and gods, he could not enter the reincarnation and take the Shinto Road.
Yang Shen, on the other hand, goes a step further and is spiritually immortal, and will be "I" from generation to generation.
At this point, even if you re-enter reincarnation and reincarnate, you can keep your thoughts from erasing the memory of past lives.
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Boom!
In the nine deep and remote hades, the Forgotten River suddenly set off a great wave with the calm of the "Tenchu"
"Are you back again?"
Sitting quietly at Nai Qiaotou, cooking Meng Po soup and guarding Wangxiangtai, Meng Po sighed and asked as if he had expected.
"I’m back!"
Slowly walking out of the sansheng stone in Wangxiangtai has restored the human form of Xuan Jue, gently raising my hand and putting the water that is about to sweep across the bank back into the river.
"But you seem to be a lot more lively here than hundreds of years ago."
I glanced thoughtfully at a water ghost Xuan who was shivering in the Forgotten River. I was absolutely sure that I didn’t have this kid when I came to Forgotten River.
Or even those shura hags bred by Forgotten River can’t stay in Forgotten River as long as this water ghost.
"Not Yin god but stay Yin for a long time? Don’t you care about Yamaraja in the Tenth Hall? "
It seems that in his early years, his old friend Xuan Jue did not shy away from anything, but was rather curious and asked his doubts directly.
"A drop of tears, two tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesickness tears, six tears of illness, seven feet of parting tears, and Meng Po’s heartbreaking tears …"
There is no direct answer to the question of Xuan. Meng Po is simply cooking the bowl of soup in his hand and singing some kind of lyrics similar to ballads while shaking it.
"Let’s forget the troubles and return home at the end of Sichuan …"
The long singing tone was accompanied by bitter lyrics, and Meng Po sang a full cup of tea kung fu, which gradually stopped
"My wife has stayed here for so long, broken so many evil spirits and ghosts, but she has always let go of her former life!"
Twist a head to look at a face of ignorant water ghost has been no expression. Meng Po rarely reveals a smile, just like watching his dream lover.
"That bad old man seldom suffers …"
"My wife doesn’t treat me well. Isn’t it a little too sorry for herself?"
Wen Yan Xuan’s unique face doubts suddenly turned into sympathy. It seems that this is a water ghost who can’t leave Wangchuan River to be reborn because of Meng Po.
Then associate yourself with someone who said that the Xuan is absolutely impossible to guess the identity of this water ghost in its past life.
[pitiful! 】
Nai sighed and Xuan never thought of Hui Ji from Meng Po’s move. He felt that he and the water ghost of Forgotten River were quite in the same boat.
【 we are both unhappy — to the sky’s end man, you are having a hard time! 】
Skillfully crossing Naiqiao Xuanjue did not take Meng Po Tang from Meng Po, and Meng Po did not specially cook Meng Po Tang for him-because both of them knew that Meng Po Tang had gone to Xuan Jue.
Meng po Tang can still erase the memory until it is revived by coincidence.
However, the cultivation of Yang God is no longer "ignorant".
"Wait …"
However, the moment before the Xuan is about to step into the reincarnation channel, Meng Po suddenly got up and swore like he suddenly found something.
"Are you? Little monster, you are looking for death! "
Hear Meng Po roar that almost out of control Xuan never dare to turn back and plunge directly into the reincarnation channel.
Then the water ghost, like being trapped by some kind of power, plunged into the samsara together with Xuan Jue.
"Dude, I can help you get here."
Holding an emotion that I can’t tell myself clearly, I pushed the water ghost into the other side of the reincarnation tunnel and started my reincarnation without looking back.
[I hope that when you remember this experience in the future, you can help me and Fox with an extra red rope]
Chapter ninety-seven Layout day, break and then stand
"You lost."
Zhao Guizhen also took a deep breath to return the myriad Yang gods in the city and outside the city to himself when the mysterious Yuan God fled into the Great Palace of hades.
"You caught the escape and I mastered the general trend."
The clouds are restored to the shape of sage like type. Zhao Guizhen said so.
And the golden body opposite him is broken, and the method disappears. Hui Ji can be depressed and sit on the lotus throne.
"the general trend?"
After a long silence, the heart has unwilling Hui Ji just slowly raised his head.
"In a sense, you did successfully stop me and Xuan Jue."
"But don’t forget that we can lose several times and you can win this time."
As if in response to Hui Ji’s words, Zhao Guizhen returned the myriad Yang gods to himself, and his body quickly aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.