Ling Xuanluo learned from the ethereal monk that the Son of Heaven would die soon, and he also realized the reason why Xi Mutong was bent on dying since he met him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, through the conversation with the two immortals, the mystery of Huiqiu's pearl theft was completely solved. It turned out that she and Nanfeng were using the Decaying Dao Master's saving heart to force him to reveal the Ice Gate Secret, sneak into the Immortal Spirit Tomb, and successfully steal the Fire Spirit Bead.

Since the cause of the leak of the decay was to save the caracal, how could Ling Xuanluo and the Ethereal Monk bear to hold him accountable? The Ethereal Monk yelled at him in a fit of rage, also out of despair for his inability to save the Demon King, and out of concern for the future situation in the Six Realms.

The two of them were in a heavy mood, but they crawled out of the mess by themselves, blinked their godless eyes, and comforted them: "The more sad you are, the more useless it will be. Let's be realistic, we really come up with an effective way for him to prolong the demon life of the demon as much as possible. ”

The ethereal monk shook his head twice and said annoyedly: "What you said is right, but it is equivalent to not saying it." ”

Withered didn't care about him, and promised: "Don't worry, since the Heaven Destroying Spell was created by me, even if I don't do it by this immortal, I must find an antidote, so that the caracal can live well until the day Tong'er returns!"

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When he woke up from the ice bed, it was already the second day, and Ling Xuanluo slept really long.

When he thought back to his dream, his headache was worse than before he went to bed, and the only thing he wanted to do at this time was to stay in this cold place and sort out all these messy things.

But outside the Xuanbing Cave, the mountain people had probably set up a flowing water feast, and he couldn't hide anymore, so he hesitated again and again, or bid farewell to the four spirits, left the fairy spirit tomb, and walked back worriedly.

As he expected, the festival in the mountains had already begun, and there was a scene of singing and laughter everywhere.

The main venue of the celebration is located in the Jiugong Xuanxing Square in front of Luoyin Zhuyu, starting with that square, and extending the long table of the flowing water seat forward one by one. The length of this word has been long until the confused hall of Sanguo Lao located at the foot of Mingzhu Peak.

Regardless of the immortals, they can gather around the table to talk and enjoy delicious food and wine. However, the little boy did not arrive, and no one dared to open the banquet, and his appearance pushed the already warm atmosphere to a climax.

Jiang Nanjun started yesterday in the afternoon, waited for him until the evening, and did not see anyone, so he sent a bamboo leaf spirit boy to the Floating Life Hall to inquire, and the answer he got was that the little boy only stood in the Floating Life Hall for a while, and did not enter anywhere, so he went to the direction of Mingzhu Peak.

After Jiang Nanjun heard this, he could only give up, knowing that this night, he had better not disturb him again.

At this time, looking at his pale face, and looking at the direction he came, it was already clear what he had done last night. I wanted to ask, but I could only wait until the feast was over.

Ling Xuanluo forced a happy face and talked with everyone. He peeked at Jiang Nanjun, the person who strongly advocated organizing this celebratory banquet was not as reluctant as himself?

After walking around the Nine Palaces Spiral Star Square and greeting everyone who went to the banquet, he quietly left Luoyin Zhuyu and entered the Return Hall.

Standing in front of the shadow wall at the entrance, recalling that he had seen Xi Mutong many times, rubbing the "Return Words" composed by the ethereal monk with his hand, and chanting softly, he couldn't help but put his hand on it and read: "I ride the wind and leave no dust." I want to go and feel the tracks. Forget it, transform into a floating life, return to the future, and no longer be me. ”

The place where the hand was pressed was touched by Xi Mutong thousands of times, and this poem was also recited by her thousands of times. Now he seems to be able to feel her residual warmth, and his ears seem to be able to hear her voice.

Walking into the main hall, I came to the bookcase, and the thick book that had been turned over and the cover of the Luoyin Zhuyu Immortal Law was placed squarely next to the pen stand.

He sneered heavily, and as soon as his palm was raised, the book was already held in his hand, and then he was angry out of the dantian, running to his arm, and soon the starlight on his fingertips scattered the pages, and the whole big book was on fire, and in the blink of an eye, this treasure book, which was regarded as the ancestral family law by the immortal people, was burned to ashes.

(To be continued.) )