Shui Ling'er successfully prevented Qingqiu from entering the Xuanbing Cave, but his heart was still unsteady, for fear that after a while, he and Jin Shusheng would have a new trick and change a way to enter, so he simply turned his heart sideways, blew the bamboo whistle, and was so anxious that he didn't know what was going on, and rushed over with a hundred spirit boy soldiers.

At this time, Erliuxian was also puzzled, and asked him: "You moved so many soldiers over at once, which one are you singing?"

Shui Ling'er looked at the two of them and replied with a concerned face: "Two uncles, auntie's ice bone remodeling, it will take seven full days to complete, and now it is only less than three days." Ling'er really can't bear to drag you down, so I want you to stay here with me personally. If her aunt found out, she would definitely blame Ling'er for not taking good care of her uncles. So I think, it's not as good as this, the spirit boy soldiers of Jiluo Mountain are brave and invincible, and they are not comparable to ordinary soldiers. With them guarding the Xuanbing Cave, my aunt will be able to survive this difficult time safely. When her bone shaping is almost complete, I'll send someone to summon you over, I don't know if that's good?"

"This ......" Jin Shusheng listened, his face hesitated, and he didn't seem to plan to leave.

Qingqiu Wuwu pulled him and said, "Big brother, what Ling'er said is not unreasonable, we have been staying here, and it is not a way, but it makes everyone feel pressure." Why don't we go back first and visit once a day. ”

Jin Shusheng heard that he would still come to visit once a day, so he no longer objected, nodded silently, and let Qingqiu drag him without worry, and walked back to the outside of Baixiang Valley step by step.

Seeing that the backs of the two immortals were getting farther away, Shui Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the grass with her buttocks, and looked at the flowers not far away in a daze.

With Mr. Yufeng shaping the bones and healing the wounds of his grandfather and aunt, he barely let go of half of his heart. At the very least, her life won't be in danger anymore.

But as soon as Xi Mutong was put down here, Jiang Nanzimo's face appeared in front of him again, and his heart tightened all of a sudden.

"Brother Jiangnan, he must have arrived home, right? Does his severed hand still hurt? How can he be so cruel to himself? In addition to causing damage to his own body and skin, how sad should the people who are around him and care about him be when he does this? He doesn't know how to use immortal arts, and suddenly only one hand is left, how should he live in the future? Also, can he continue to use the Yin Sword?"

His mind was full of worries about Jiang Nanjun, and he just wanted to rush to the Jiangnan family immediately to confirm that he was okay with his own eyes, so that he could be completely relieved. Helplessly, he couldn't do without Xi Mutong here, so he could only hold a sad face and sigh for a long time.

After a moment of thought, he remembered the words that Jiang Nanjun left for him when he left the return hall: "I want to pray to the sky, and Chi You will get the crown of God." This cross is the cross that makes up the crown. ”

Obviously, Jiang Nanjun had already left him the cross trick, which meant that he could start to act and put together the imperial crown. But he memorized those ten words repeatedly, and he felt more and more confused.

"At the Void Realm meeting, my aunt had clearly explained the causes and consequences of this Emperor God Divine Crown. At least I don't have to worry anymore about being forced to do something. But my aunt is right, since I have given up the throne, it is all the more my responsibility to help the true heir ascend the throne, so as not to be exploited by the bad guys and bring disaster to the people in the world!"

Thinking of this, although he was happy that he no longer had to be a god, he also knew that this task of helping people become gods had a long way to go, and he could only succeed, not fail.

But the real problem that made him nervous was not related to the mission, but until now, he didn't know who the ultimate heir to the throne was.

He asked himself, "Does my aunt know who this man is?" If she had, she would have told me a long time ago. But if she didn't even know about it, wouldn't it mean that this man hadn't been found at all? If he didn't show up, who would drink my blood? If the time for enthronement came and that man didn't arrive in time, wouldn't I still be in danger of becoming a god?" )