Seemingly seeing Ye Wudao's doubts, Wu Luo explained.
All this is finally clear.
Ye Wudao looked at Yuexing sadly, with a somewhat hesitant expression, and asked cautiously: "Your mother?"
"Falled." Wu Luo said.
After saying that, a glimmer of light appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Wiping away her tears, she became holy again and looked towards Ye Wudao and Nan Xin.
"I have regained all my vitality and can enter and exit the Ancient Immortal Tomb at will. Moreover, my aura is different from that of ancient times. I am definitely a cultivator of this era."
"You won't reject me, will you?"
Hearing this, Ye Wudao couldn't help but cry: "Where can I not tolerate you?"
"Yes, Wu Luo, we don't think about it that much." Nan Xin also said, she indeed didn't think about it that much.
"Well, the battle on Uncle Qingyi's side seems to be over."
Wu Luo looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Let's go and have a look."
"That's fine."
Ye Wudao nodded, looking a little uneasy.
After all, Wu Luo is also an eternal powerhouse now. Although he is only in the early stage of eternity, standing in front of him also gives him a feeling that it is difficult to compete.
Previously, Ye Wudao had eternal combat power solely due to his formation.
Of course, with the blessing of the formation on my body, there is actually no real and eternal power on my body, and I feel it so fiercely.
Perhaps it was also because Ye Wudao had touched the threshold of eternity and had temporarily come close to eternal combat power.
After all, that was how it was during the decisive battle with the Evil King.
The white pure mysterious power, like a carriage, pulled the two of them up and galloped away into the distance.
And Wuluo also danced in his white robe, accompanying the progress.
Soon after, they found a bloody figure in a broken mountain range.
The fallen immortal was lying on the ground, his breath was weak, and the breath and vitality in his body were constantly passing away.
There were several black scars on his body, and black blood flowed from them and covered the ground.
"Uncle Qingyi?"
Wu Luo flew down from the sky and came to the fallen immortal.
The fallen immortal raised his eyes vainly, the corners of his lips trembled and turned white, and his eyes were almost lifeless.
"He ran away..."
"I can only severely damage the jade sword..."
"Demon Lord, take action..."
After saying these few words, his breath gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.