He seemed to say something, Mu Jin looked at him in surprise, and Song Chensha flew out of the light shield without hesitation.

A golden stream of light suddenly appeared in the sky, flying towards Song Chensha, and instantly flew to Song Chensha. A large golden bow appeared in the golden light, with the bowstrings spreading, and the golden arrows were facing Song Chensha's eyebrows.

As if there was a brief exchange, the golden bow trembled, the flowing light flashed, and the sharp arrows were stimulated, sank into Song Chensha's eyebrows.

Hibiscus flew over and suddenly stopped outside the shield. Its mouth was as if it was shouting, and its outstretched hand paused in mid-air.

Song Chensha's body suddenly burst out with a golden light. There was a long-lost smile in the golden light. The sun-like smile was as bright as golden light, and then turned into a golden aura.

If the stars are golden, they should also be eclipsed in front of this golden spiritual light. If the fireworks are golden, they should also be ashamed in front of it. In an instant, the spiritual light penetrated into the golden longbow.

Mu Ji's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly rushed towards Changbow. The Changbow only stayed in the air for a moment, and fled outside Black Miasma Mountain when Mu Ji's hand touched it.

In the dark city, the dark soul showed surprise, but he just watched quietly.

The picture was flowing, outside Black Misagi Mountain, an elegant monk stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Black Misagi Mountain. The moment the monk's face appeared in the picture, his soul suddenly took a step forward excitedly. Shui Qing looked at him quietly and also at the scene of Black Misagi Mountain.

The elegant monk's eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly flew into the air. The golden light was flying towards him. Behind him, the monk flew away and chased him. In the air, the elegant monk's face showed joy and gratitude, and the golden long bow fell on his hand.

The picture suddenly disappeared, and the soul suddenly woke up and looked at Shui Qing. It was clearly a dark and facial soul, but at this moment it seemed to have an extremely rich expression.

Shui Qing raised his hand silently, and the soul refining lamp slowly began to tilt. Soul finally asked in a low voice: "Am I waiting for my clone? Waiting to merge in the underworld?"

Shui Qing's hand paused, and the soul refining lamp stopped flipping. The green light swept across the side of the soul. He trembled, but did not dodge.

The image reappeared in the dark space, but it was a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. A middle-aged monk stood in a hall with majestic spirit. He was beside him a beautiful female monk, looking at him admiringly. His Highness was a respectful monk.

The picture quickly changed. The monk was surrounded by an extremely young monk. The outlines of the two were exactly the same, and the young monk's eyes were full of attachment.

They came to a small mountain village. The middle-aged monk set up an underground cave for the boy. The boy was alone underground. Time flew, and the boy suddenly left the cave and flew to the surrounding mountain villages. The magic trick was drawn out, and the villagers in the mountain village were absorbed in their sleep.

The picture changed and returned to the beautiful sect of mountains and rivers. A young girl looked at the middle-aged monk in admiration. The picture quickly passed by, and switched between the girl's experience and the teenager's cultivation process. The girl's admiration for the middle-aged monk was constantly compared with the teenager's loneliness. Until one day, the girl's eyes became strange when she looked at the middle-aged monk.

The scenes of scenes were short and changed very quickly, but both Shui Qing and Soul could be seen clearly. The girl's separation took action against the young man who had become a demon cultivator, took his soul, followed the soul, and had a life again. She had gone from being a nominal master and disciple to being hostile to being strangers, and to being in the dark miasma mountain. The father and son met but did not know each other.

The picture suddenly disappeared, Shui Qing's hand slowly flipped down, and the light of the soul refining lamp was shrouded. In the darkness, the soul rolled under the soul refining lamp in pain. Shui Qing turned around, his vision penetrated the darkness, and fell in the distant demon world.

This is the price of becoming a god, not only for one's own, but also for the ancients. Since ancient times, one general has achieved success and has been destroyed, and the same is true for the gods.

In the demon world, the moment when all the souls were received in the underworld, Zhang Xiaohan saw everything she wanted to see, the decisiveness of the underworld, Zhuge Yishao's rebirth, the combination of Song Chensha from the Nine Domain and Zhu Xian Bow, until the Zhu Xian Bow fell on Yan Dao's hand.

Who said that only God’s heart is hard and cruel, and regards monks as ants, and the heart of monks is like a rock? Zhang Xiaohan suddenly stood up, his hands like ditches, and suddenly tear open the space in front of him.

A gap was suddenly torn open in the space, Zhang Xiaohan stepped into it, Zibing followed closely, almost at the same time, and thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, Zhang Xiaohan's eyes sterned, and he landed on a flying figure in the wilderness.

"Crack!" The thunder suddenly sounded, and the space opposite was torn apart. The corners of a long robe entered the space first, and then, a very handsome young man stepped in.

There is no language in the world to describe his beauty, no language to describe his eyes. When his eyes swept, even a beauty who is ashamed of flowers and moon will feel ashamed. A slight touch of his mouth will make people want to go through fire and water for him, and it will be spared.

The flying Yan Dao suddenly stood in the air. In front of him was a handsome young man, looking coldly behind him with a look of dignity. He looked back subconsciously, but was stunned. What came to tear the void was someone he never expected.

Zhang Xiaohan's gaze fell on the handsome young man opposite. After a moment of delay, the young man's eyes fell on Zhang Xiaohan's face. His eyes were facing each other, and he actually saw indifference in the other person's eyes, and then he was surprised.

"Human and God?" The handsome young man's voice was as beautiful as a song, and the two gentle words were like the sound of nature. He opened his red lips slightly and said two words lightly, "Zi Bing?"

In an instant, a name appeared in Zhang Xiaohan's heart, and he was about to open his mouth. Another thunder sounded in the air, and the space was torn apart, and a white dress roared in.

If anyone in the world can deserve the beauty of this young man, only the woman who has just tear the space into her, her face is charming and pure, and her bright eyes are captivating.

The young man's eyes fell on the woman, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, and a lover's smile bloomed from the corners of his lips, making people wish they could melt into his smile.

"Ling Su, long time no see."

If the sight could kill people, the young man would definitely be covered in bruises and blood. Anger shot out from Ling Su's eyes, and the divine light on his face seemed to freeze.

"Qianyao... Emperor!"

No other four words were spit out like this, especially by such a beautiful female cultivator. Yan Dao was surprised and half-opened his mouth in the air, and his hands couldn't help but clenched into fists.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but the fairy's charm remains the same." Qian Yao whispered, his gentle eyes filled with affection.
Chapter completed!