As the silk brocade bag flew out, Emperor Jikong let out a long, soulless roar.
Above the clouds, Jiang Changnian, who was entangled with Yun Jue Di Zun and others by using his natal dharma, suddenly stopped and retreated quickly.
"Uh-huh."
Nearly a thousand eyes were all focused on the thorny grass, and the small brocade bag was floating and spinning above Suning's body.
"Brother..."
Jiang Changnian's delicate body swayed slightly and she murmured to herself.
The eyes full of murderous intent changed from cold to warm, from ruthless to soft.
Then it becomes moist, until the eyes become blurred with tears.
Looking across the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm, no one is more familiar with Jiang Linan's aura than her.
Because they are brothers and sisters, closely related by blood.
In this regard, even Qiao Wantang, Jiang Lin'an's childhood sweetheart, cannot compare.
"Huhuhu."
The cool breeze swept across and dispersed the fluctuations of fairy power that filled the air.
The blow woke up Suning who was lying on the ground, and blew away the white clouds lingering in the sky.
The eight hundred emperors and queens, without exception, all showed their true faces at this moment.
The kit flew higher and higher, floating faster and faster.
When the bright light shines on everyone's face, a bright yellow brocade dress appears.
The blurry figure is like a mirror, flowers in the water, and a moon in the sky, disappearing at the touch of a touch.
No one could see his appearance clearly, and no one could tell whether the spiritual body in front of them was the evolution of the soul or the condensed immortal power.
Big bosses from all sides watched from afar, remaining silent with complicated and unpredictable expressions.
Looks don't matter anymore.
The important thing is that this breath does come from Jiang Lin'an and belongs to Jiang Lin'an.
The Jiang family man who fell on the top of Taixu Mountain six thousand years ago seems to have really come back.
"well......"
A sigh sounded, mixed with bitterness and melancholy, and the blurred figure gradually became clearer.
He is very tall, two meters tall.
The body is like a jade tree, slender and straight.
Long hair, whiter than snow, draped messily on her shoulders.
He has slanted eyebrows and deep black eyes.
The lightly pursed thin lips and sharp-edged contours all showed his unparalleled style at that time.
He stood motionless, like a statue.
He is cold, arrogant and lonely, yet domineering.
What emanates from being alone and independent is the strength of being arrogant about the world and looking down on all living beings.
"I originally planned to wait for you to reach the 18th level of a true immortal or touch the threshold of a semi-saint before I would show up to meet you with this ray of soul."
"I want to thank you and take one last look at the person I care about."
"The Jiang family, my relatives."
"Huang Jie, my former disciple."
"Shui Yun Fairyland, my love."
"Including Wen Dian..."
Speaking of this, he slowed down his speech and said in a self-deprecating tone: "My nine masters."
"It's a pity that God's will brings trouble to people. This is what I, Jiang Lin'an, am destined to do."
"I can't wait for that day, I can't wait for that perfection."
"but......"
His hands dropped behind him, and his lowered eyelids suddenly opened up and he said: "Can you take me back to the fairy world, so that I can have the opportunity to see Chang Nian and Wan Tang."
"I, Jiang Lin'an, owe you a favor, and I must repay you this huge favor."
"Who should I start with?"
He asked and answered himself, raising his right hand.
It was this ordinary little move that frightened all the emperors and emperors behind them, and made them tremble with fear.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Jiang Lin'an's name resounds throughout the Eight Hundred Immortals World, and no one knows it.
Even if he died six thousand years ago, even if he is just an inconspicuous spirit.
