Emperor Yunjue sat calmly, glanced south from the corner of his eye and said, "Jiang Lin'an is a disciple of the Wen Palace, the proud disciple of the nine palace masters."
"If we can't stop him, someone will naturally stop him."
"After all, I asked Wen Dian for permission to kill Suning."
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and Emperor Jikong was extremely surprised and said: "What did you say?"
"Jiang Lin'an was born in the Wen Palace, and since Suning may be his reincarnation, how can the old immortals in the Wen Palace condone your murder?"
"I......"
He swallowed, his eyes were dazed and he said, "I'm sorry, it's really hard to understand."
Emperor Yunjue laughed strangely and said, "Don't ask me, I can't figure out what you can't figure out either."
"I couldn't figure it out before, but now I have some understanding."
Without waiting for Emperor Jikong to ask, he took the initiative to explain: "Think about it carefully, if Suning is really the reincarnation of Jiang Linan, why would he put his soul in the bag?"
"When the two of them merge into one, they can directly control the physical body."
"This move is undoubtedly an unnecessary move to take off his pants and fart, and it is difficult to bring out the full strength of Jiang Lin'an's soul."
"There are many doubts about what caused it."
He shook up his long sleeves, picked up the cool tea and put it to his lips and said: "If I guessed correctly, Wen Dian may have known Suning's true identity long ago and confirmed that he is not the reincarnation of Jiang Lin'an. He doesn't want Luo Luo to suffer."
Dust takes advantage."
"That's why they stood by me and agreed very simply."
Emperor Jikong suddenly realized: "It makes sense."
His hanging heart suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look ahead.
His eyes were fixed on the phantom of the Jiang family man and the small-world ant coughing painfully in the grass.
These two people, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.
One is a golden dragon flying in the sky, and the other is an earthworm burrowing in the soil.
Emperor Jingkong couldn't understand, if Suning was not the reincarnation of Jiang Lin'an, how could these two people who were inseparable become linked by cause and effect?
"collapse."
The roar reaches the ears and shakes the heart and soul.
Sure enough, it was just as Yun Jue Emperor had predicted.
When Jiang Lin'an clenched his fists again, preparing to kill all the fifteen people besieging Qiao Wantang, nine figures from Wen Dian appeared in unison.
They were spread out in formations like the Nine Stars of the Big Dipper, and their immortal power surged.
Jiang Linan looked up to the sky and laughed hysterically.
He smiled until his white hair covered his handsome face.
Laughing until I couldn't stand up straight, I was still laughing.
He laughed until his voice trembled and his eyes were blood red.
He staggered forward and asked with disheveled hair: "Nine masters, how are you doing lately?"
From the perspective of outsiders, this is a touching scene in which the master and apprentice reunite after a long separation of 6,000 years.
Jiang Linan, who had always been calm and composed, lost his mind for the first time.
It is madness, loneliness, and desolation that outsiders have never seen before.
The words "Master" brought tears to my eyes and touched my heart.
But when these eight words fell in Jiang Changnian's ears from afar, they were like thunder from the ground and a huge wave.
She knew Jiang Linan too well, his temper, his character, his way of doing things, and his love and righteousness.
His hands were huddled in his sleeves, his teeth were clenched, and his messy breath was suppressing.
It's not longing, it's not gratitude, it's not the excitement of seeing each other again after a long separation.
That's hate.
Jiang Linan didn't want others to see his hatred.
His hatred was so intense that when he saw the nine masters of the Wen Palace, his soul almost completely collapsed.
