Su Yan just nodded lightly, and did not collect the coffin. For a while, it was quiet.
I don't know how long it took, the floating blue little whale bubble in the sky whirled around the green pheasant and acted like a baby. The green pheasant wiped his eyes and signaled Su Yan to put it away.
"Let's go!" After the green pheasant finished speaking, the two walked out until they came out of Bubble's mouth. Bubble stopped in the starry sky and stopped moving. They walked out, and after the bubble screamed, they entered. Into the depths of the starry sky.
"Before, it is the seventh face of the Haotian True Realm. Many years ago, I met him in a mortal city there. After so many years, I don't know if he is still there." Qing Pheasant One Pointing to the front means striding away, and Su Yan hurriedly followed.
Until a film appeared in front, the two crossed in...
And in the 367th plane on the other side, the ship belonging to the Vulcan Gate also returned. Lu Beixuan, who had already received the news, led everyone to the starry sky. As the ship descended, everyone looked at the cabin. The original source of God was very excited.
However, when the cabins opened, many elders walked out with their heads drooping, filled with an atmosphere of grief, An Yingying's eyes were red, and when she came out, she saw Han Qingyu and ran over crying, holding Han Qingyu and crying again.
Han Qingyu had to touch An Yingying's hair, constantly comforting.
Everyone walked out, but no one cheered, because the fourteen third-step elders stayed in the starry sky forever.
Ling Yu also came with his avatar Su Yan. Watching this scene, he felt a little uncomfortable. There were many colleagues who had not returned before leaving, and they would never be able to return.
"Exactly, what happened?" Lu Beixuan trembled slightly, suddenly missing 14 people, Vulcan Sect, this time it was really hurting my nerves and bones. These 14 people, I don’t know if they have been trained in the gate. How many years.
Everyone's expressions were very ugly, Duan Qingfeng was about to say something, suddenly from the top of Lingyan Peak, there was a screaming cry, it was the Golden Crow.
Ling Yu's expression changed. He didn't know what was wrong with his mount. He was about to rush over to see that, but the Golden Crow descended from the sky and hissed. Then, it saw Su Yan staying next to his master, and was stunned. .
"What's the matter?" Ling Yu asked quickly, Lu Beixuan and the others were watching, what happened again, and then they saw that the golden crow that everyone envied, actually screamed joyfully around Su Yan , A change of the previous sorrow.
The avatar Su Yan knew what had happened, and reached out his hand to touch the feathers of Jin Wu Jin Cai Cai and whispered softly, "It's okay!"
Ling Yu's face twitched, what kind of nerves did his Golden Crow have, and when did he and his apprentice get better than this
An Yingying also saw Su Yan and looked at the familiar look, tears came out again, she even wanted to rush to hug Su Yan's impulse, but she knew that it was not Gu Ling who saved her life, but shameless The person Su Yan.
This is just a little farce. Since this day, the entire Vulcan Gate has been filled with great grief. The fourteen elders who have fallen have met in person to mourn them. Many peaks are covered with white silk...
Su Yan and Green Pheasant came to a mortal city named Xinghui City this time, and the two of them went directly to a place as if they had been in an uninhabited state.
Su Yan was agitated, but the green pheasant was perturbed.
Until, in an alley, the green pheasant walking in front suddenly stopped, and his body trembled. Su Yan almost hit him, turned his head, and looked towards the end of the alley.
There, someone was fighting.
"The old beggar, dare to steal the buns from our Jixiangzhai. You are tired of life, aren't you?"
"Bah, if you have the ability to get up and hit me, where did the other arm go? It wasn't because I was interrupted when I was also stealing people."
"Brother Liu, I think this arm is also scrapped, let him have a low hand."
"Well, I can't die anyway. I've long seen this beggar be unpleasant, not only stealing our buns every day, but also stealing wine. No one cares if we die."
Three men dressed as small servants were kicking a beggar who was surrounded by them. The beggar bowed his waist without saying a word and let them beat.
However, even though the little servants said, after a while, they all panted and spit a few thick phlegm on their bodies, and then they dared to take off their arms.
The green pheasant trembled his lips and looked at the person lying on the ground like a dead dog. After waiting for a while, the shabby and messy figure moved slightly and glanced carefully at San who was going away. Man, struggling to get up, and then fell out of his arms a steamed bun. He didn't grasp it and rolled on the ground. He quickly picked it up, ignoring the sawdust and dirt on it, and sent it directly to his mouth.
After eating the steamed buns in a few clicks, he staggered and stood up, because of a broken arm, his body was a little unbalanced, until he came under the wall next to him and lay down directly. The sun here is better.
He touched a jug of wine, which he had probably stolen before. He smashed it in his mouth, and there were a few drops of wine stains on the scum.
After escaping from a serious injury, he has been living such a life for thousands of years.
Without introduction, Su Yan already knew who this person was. Looking at the sloppy look in the corner, Su Yan couldn't believe it when he was killed. This was the god of war, Mo Fanchen, who had frightened many real worlds.
It's just that the right shoulder is empty, seeming to confirm everything in the past.
When several people beat him, the green pheasant did not help and stopped Su Yan. Because of this, he would feel better. Living under the fist of others, it seemed that his colleague who died tragically because of his own fault was beating him in the past.
He is making atonement!
Seeing the three people walking away, the green pheasant took out a jar of fine wine, slowly came to the front of the unkempt Mo Fanchen, and stretched out his hand.
"There is good wine here!"
Mo Fanchen drooped his eyelids, opened one eye, looked at the face of the green pheasant, and then moved his body aside, because he blocked his own sun.
The green pheasant opened the wine cork directly, took a swig, and then walked up to him and sat down cross-legged so that he would not block his sun.
The green pheasant put the altar in front of him, looked at the unshaven Mo Fanchen, and asked, "Is this interesting?"
Mo Fanchen did not speak.
"Thousands of years, no matter how big your sin is, you have paid for it. Why bother torturing yourself like this? If they are still alive in the world, they don't want to see you so depressed, but to be able to take away the old eight. The Abandoned Ministry regained it and restored the honor of the past. After all, it was the hard work of you and them.
Look at what you look like now. It's really pitiful. You probably even forgot your name. If you are really in pain, just pick up your Eight Desolate Halberd, which will ruin all the immortal kings and forces that hurt your colleagues. Cleared. "
The green pheasant's words fell, and the Eight Desolate Halberd was dingdang down, horizontally between the two of them.
The Eight Desolate halberds hummed and seemed to be crying bitterly. After thousands of years, they finally saw their master again.
:. : (End of this chapter)