The words are divided into two parts, let's say that after Alian witnessed Xiao Luo's form and spirit disappearing, turning into a little bit of aura and dissipating invisible, the little fox also returned to Qian Wu with red eyes, holding the cold Qingyun in his arms.
"Qinglian, he..."
Although they were far apart, Qian Wu could still see what was going on clearly with his eyesight.
She was the first to guess and witness the entanglement between the three of them. From the initial sacrifice of her life to save her, to the subsequent marriage, Qian Wu felt the same way for Qing Lian as they were both women.
But now that Xiao Luo has passed away, her final decision is to entrust the boy to the saint. Apart from the word "sigh", she can't find a more suitable word to describe her mood.
"He must be overly sad."
Sitting on her knees, Alian gently rested Qingyun's head on her legs.
Somehow, when she saw the half piece of jade that had penetrated deeply into Yun Lang's palm, she couldn't hold back the tears, and they fell on Qing Yun's face, turning into ice crystals.
"Qian Wu, who is this young man?"
Ye Luo also woke up at this time, looking at this handsome young man curiously, and asked Qian Wu.
"Sir, he...he is a friend of the saint."
Qian Wu thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed secretly in her heart, but did not tell all the things.
"Oh? Friend?"
But Ye Luo has been practicing for thousands of years, so how can he not see something fishy? It's just that the situation is critical now, and the saint is very sad. She can't bear to interfere, so she quietly waits for the boy to wake up.
However, as time went by, although Qingyun was in a coma, his long hair turned red little by little. The power of the true spirit showed no sign of ebbing, and the ancient and desolate aura on his body also became More intense and deeper.
Ye Luo's blue pupils suddenly narrowed, and he was about to take it down to prevent it from harming the saint, but Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes!
Bloody eyes!
Boundless karma!
"What a strong evil spirit!"
She was as strong as the wind master, but she was frightened by the boy's look. She was secretly frightened in her heart and shouted:
"Saint beware!"
"Lord Yeluo, nothing will happen to me."
Alian nodded sadly toward Ye Luo, then calmly watched Qingyun with red eyes sit up straight, and asked softly:
"Who are you?"
"his friends."
"Qingyun" replied briefly, then turned to look at Qian Wu and Ye Luo without moving his face.
Ye Luo was a little better, but this look shocked Qian Wu's heart!
Because she felt the same aura in this young man as Wuming Zhenshang, ancient, domineering, and domineering!
So the petite Ye Luo immediately protected Qian Wu. She knew very well that this person was probably in the same state as Feixing.
"Senior, you..."
Before Ye Luo could finish his question, "Qingyun", no, it should be said that Xiao Qi raised his palm. At this time, a small piece of broken Mingyu ice was deeply stuck in his palm.
"Is Xiao Luoyi dead?"
With his back to Alian, Xiao Qi asked in a heavy tone with a voice that belonged to Qingyun.
"Yes, she died to save Yun Lang, and her killer was imprisoned far away."
"Take care of yourself, he has nothing to lose."
Except for Alian, everyone saw blood and tears welling up in Qingyun's face.
Xiao Qi didn't know why her heart felt pain, but she knew very well who the owner of the blood and tears was. If he couldn't find an outlet to vent his pain today, then this strong young man might never wake up again.
Immediately, he solemnly glanced at the last trace of Xiao Luoyi's remains, then took out something from the treasure bag and swallowed it together with it. Then he left Alian behind and walked quickly towards the distance. go.
Old man Yuan did not come up and lead his men to fight Tianlong. Instead, he caught the unconscious goddess Qiu Shui and handed it to a monk behind him. Then he looked at Tianlong cautiously.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action immediately, he clasped his fist respectfully towards the male cultivator in white and said:
"Junior Yuan Anchu, co-elder of Tianweicheng, has met the senior."
Although the other party was using a strange power that was neither black nor white, Yuan Anchu, as a powerful man who was about to enter the late stage of returning to the spirit world, should still be spiritually driven by the essence of that power. He could still see through this.
But this point at least proves that the other party is probably not the immortal companion of Dragon Claw.
Moreover, he couldn't see through the opponent's strength at all, and those who could reach this level were only those old monsters who had self-proclaimed cultivation in order to avoid the catastrophe.
In fact, the most important point is that the goddess Qiu Shui took some wrong medicine and started fighting with the other party, but this boss among the bosses actually did not execute her on the spot.
Yuan Anchu didn't believe that this strong man would be a loving master, or an old friend of the goddess. If not, then the other party was afraid of their Qingxutian's supreme foundation.
So no matter what he considers, as long as he can embrace this thigh to deal with the dragon-clawed golden hair, no matter his status, Yuan Anchu can not even give up his old face, otherwise his whole group will definitely have to answer here today.
Seeing Yuan Anchu bowing respectfully, everyone else knew what he was doing and imitated his example, saying in unison in a serious tone:
"I've met senior!"
This posture immediately made the male cultivator in white a little dumbfounded, but fortunately there was no expression on his chaotic face.
It seemed that the absence of Qiu Shui's noise made him feel much better, and he could only listen to his sweet voice saying:
"Can you make that kid feel more at ease?"
Following the hands of the male cultivator in white, everyone discovered that it turned out to be a monk wearing a bamboo hat, and a man who was more beautiful than a woman was on the ground, frantically bombarding the trapped people with spiritual power. The Man in Black in the Chaos Cage.
Obviously, Jiang Liuer, who was extremely angry, had lost his mind and only wanted to kill Xiao Luoyi's enemy with his own hands.
"Guest of the Red World?"
Yuan Anchu blurted out.
"Guest of Hongchen? Oh, it turns out to be her!"
Obviously, both Yuan Anchu and the male cultivator in white knew this woman.
Lao Yuan knew what was going on, so he immediately flew forward and said very politely to the guest of Hongchen:
"Little friend, is that Jiang Liu'er?"
"good."
Hongchenke replied quietly, without even the slightest courtesy that a junior should have towards their elders.
It would be fine to say that she is also a powerful person in the spirit-returning realm, but now among all the people in the wind-controlling realm, she can only be a child. What kind of virtue does she have to treat Old Yuan without false words?
But what puzzled everyone was that instead of getting angry at this person's rudeness, Yuan Anchu still said in a pleasant manner:
"My little friend, please take your noble family members and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, otherwise..."
Before Old Yuan finished speaking, his brows suddenly tightened!
At the same time, everyone in the distance also felt something, and turned their heads to look. They saw Lao Yuan pulling Hongchen Guest and the crazy Jiang Liuer away without saying a word!
It turned out to be the man in black who was trapped by the "Heavenly Prisoner", but he didn't know when he had sacrificed his own Spirit-burning Treasure Platform!
"That is…"
Before the white-clothed monk finished speaking in surprise, his people actually appeared in front of the cage out of thin air!
Before he had time to remove the cage, the leaping Yuanling True Fire lit up on the Black-clothed Monk's Burning Spirit Treasure Platform.
Unexpectedly, he did not use Yuanling True Fire to reshape the broken arm. Instead, he placed his index finger that could flicker and shine on it, and then suddenly sprayed a stream of ethereal white air towards the index finger. , and in the end, without saying a word, he directly used spiritual power to break it!
"Damn, I was scared to death. I thought he was going to blow up his own Soul-burning Treasure Platform!"
After flying for hundreds of feet, Yuan Anchu let Hongchenke and Jiang Liuer down with lingering fear.
At this time, the man in black's eyes were not only devoid of any pain, but also did not even cause any trouble.
It seems that everything is under its control, and it seems that it has been withdrawing from everything and watching the clouds rise and fall.
However, after doing all this, he kept staring at the monk in white outside the cage. Although his face was still covered, his slightly arched sword eyebrows seemed to be mocking or sarcastic about the other person's incompetence.
"You are so cruel!"
"Each other."
The monk in white had an elegant and melodious voice, but the killer in black was hoarse and indifferent.
Although the cultivation strength of the two sides is very different, after neither can see the other's face clearly, each other's words seem to be on two sides, and only the ending is the best answer.
I saw that the severed finger wrapped in white energy suddenly burst out with bright spiritual light under the true fire of the Yuanling of the man in black, and the monk in white was directly knocked away!
However, the bright spiritual light did not last long, but quickly restrained itself with an unexplainable fluctuation, and then retracted into the body of the man in black.
Then his aura began to rise steadily, and even in the blink of an eye, the originally unbreakable cage of chaos collapsed due to his momentum!
"How many years! How many years! I finally reappeared in the world! Hahahahaha!"
The man in black, no, he is no longer black, but a humanoid creature wrapped in a spiritual light that cannot be seen directly!
"It's you! This is impossible!"
The monk in white clothes who was flying upside down quickly stabilized his figure. Although his face was hidden under chaos, his voice was full of strong shock and disbelief!
"Hahahaha, you humble, dirty, weak ant! You never expected that I, Shang Shanling, am still alive!"
Obviously, the creature in the aura is possessing the man in black, and this strange powerful man actually knows the monk in white!
"This...this...this is the power of 'Void', he...he is an immortal from the upper world!"
The purple sword fell from his hand with a clang, and Yuan Anchu was stunned.
In fact, not only him, but also the monks who returned to the spiritual realm all sensed that kind of realm that they both longed for and feared!
"Lianxu! Lianxu! He is a monk in the realm of Lianxu, he is an immortal from the upper realm!"
Some soul-returning monks even ignored the burning spiritual light and stared at that person with tears in their eyes. They were even ready to kneel down and worship sincerely to realize the emptiness on the other side.
