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Chen Yang completely lost all the breath and vitality.

Ling'er, Shen monong stayed at this moment.

Suzhen in Black said nothing.

Sad to the extreme, what is the feeling?

It felt like a huge stone was pressing on my chest. It was very uncomfortable. Like in a dream, everything is full of unreal.

The most direct feeling is that it is impossible.

It's unacceptable.

But anyway, Chen Yang has no breath.

Judging from the known laws of the world, Chen Yang is dead.

Suzhen in black left the crystal wall room.

Ling'er holds Chen Yang's body tightly, and she says nothing.

Shen monong stood aside, and many pictures flashed through her mind.

The earth, it's spinning all the time.

Spring comes and autumn goes, year by year, never stop for anyone.

Civilization is a cycle.

Life is also a reincarnation!

Everyone is a passer-by of the earth.

The earth, the chalky world among the three thousand worlds.

Tiandu, great palace.

Long qianjue and elder Bai Xian didn't fall down because of the last attack.

What they are quite angry about is that long Weigong, the elder of shenpao and Chushan are seriously injured. That kind of injury, not a decade eight years is not restored to the peak state.

Long qian can't blame anything. After all, he made the plan.

They have been eaten and shriveled again and again. Although they have great power, they have been made by human beings many times.

Send a Ouyang Yu in the past, Ouyang Yu also directly defected.

Originally sent Ouyang Yu in the past, long qianjue thought it was safe.

Because he is also afraid that if the other party does not keep his promise, he will cut the emissary. So he sent Ouyang Yu in the past. Anyway, he didn't feel sorry for the death of Ouyang Yu. Moreover, he is not afraid of Ouyang Yu's backwardness. Because he has a master hidden in Ouyang Yu's head.

But he never thought that Ouyang yutie had betrayed his heart.

Moreover, Ouyang Yu is immortal.

These days, the immortal body seems to be more and more worthless.

Although he put the mental imprint in Ouyang Yu's head, the mental imprint can only explode Ouyang Yu's brain. Apart from the world, he can't feel what Ouyang Yu is doing. Unless Ouyang Yu is attacking that spirit mark.

Obviously, Ouyang Yu is not afraid of all this.

This kind of feeling, for long qianjue, is really very difficult.

In the attic, long qianjue and elder Bai Xian are discussing business.

It was evening.

Long qianjue said: "so long has passed, according to the time, yazhenyuan should be poisoned."

Elder Bai Xian said, "it's not only poisonous hair, but also poisonous to death?"

Long qianjue said: "but there is no movement in Tianzhou, and the undercover agents we sent out have not received any abnormal news." Elder Bai Xian said: "although our undercover agents have passed, they have not been trusted by Xuan Zhenghao. According to the feedback, Xuan Zhenghao has set up two big arrays: one is the death array. Under the one yuan death array is

endless array! Our undercover agents, no matter how high their accomplishments are, can't get into the one yuan death battle. "

Long qianjue said: "Xuan Zhenghao is extremely cautious. It's normal that he can't get in. But maybe there will be some opportunities for them to gain trust in the future. "

Elder Pai Xian said, "I hope so."

While they were deliberating, a door of emptiness appeared in front of them.

The gate of void leads to Li Jing.

Li Jing is now the place where the masters of Fengyun pavilion are located.

Fang Xieyang, the saint to be, is in the palace away from Beijing.

There is a hall of heroes in the palace.

The door of the void leads to the hall of the spirit.

In the hall of the spirits, there are many masters of the spirits who were sacrificed in the memorial ceremony.

Long qianjue and elder Boxian saw Fang Xieyang.

They immediately got up, saluted slightly and called out, "Mr. Fang!"

Fang Xieyang was wearing a silver robe. His face was dignified and he was not angry.

The setting sun is ten feet high, and its skin is brown. Although it looks like a monster and wears a silver robe, it doesn't give people a strange feeling. On the contrary, it makes people take it for granted. It should be like spring breeze and drizzle, moistening things silently.

Fang Xieyang said in a deep voice, "come here quickly!"

Long qianjue and elder Boxian didn't doubt that there was him, and they entered the door of the void in a flash.

Then they appeared in the hall of the spirit.

Then the door of the void disappeared.

The Yingling hall is extremely wide, about 1000 square meters.

The dome is ten feet high!

There are countless spiritual places above the hall of the spirit.

Each of them is engraved with runes."What happened, sir?" Long qianjue asked first.

Elder Bai Xian was also very curious. Fang Xieyang said: "there are two things. First, I feel that yazhenyuan has been poisoned. There is a wonderful connection between the poison and my holy power. Just yesterday, there was a breath of death in the holy power. If that's true, yazhenyuan is dead. "

Long qianjue was slightly surprised, then quite disappointed, said: "it seems that we are wrong, the value of yazhenyuan is not big."

Elder Bai Xian said, "if you die, you will die. I don't have much hope. What's the second thing, sir? "

Fang Xieyang said: "you see the spirit of light song."

Long qianjue and elder Bai Xian looked over.

That day, the soul of Qingge was in Fang Xieyang's hands.

This spirit throne is not a brand as simple as ordinary people in the world.

It's a magic weapon with fragments of its soul in it.

This is a kind of nostalgia for the relatives.

When tianqingge died, it was broken together with the magic mirror.

Later, Fang Xieyang collected the fragments of tianqingge and created the spirit throne.

Long qianjue takes the throne, and the mana penetrates into it.

Then he felt the white mist in the holy place.

In the white fog, the body of tianqingge appeared.

His body returned to its original state.

Tianqingge also has vitality.

Long qianjue was overjoyed and said, "what's the matter?"

Elder Bai Xian immediately seized the throne and felt it. He was also very happy when he found out. Fang Xieyang said in a deep voice: "it should be the role of the magic mirror. The magic mirror has the ability to make puppets and copy everything. When Qingge is dying, the fragments of the magic mirror and his body are fused together. To be exact, light song and magic mirror are integrated, and there is no real death. So now, after a rest, he's starting to fully recover. "

"That's great, that's great!" Longqianjue and elder Boxian are very happy.

Long qianjue was overjoyed and said, "this is the first good news since we entered the earth. Ha ha!"

Fang Xieyang said: "next, I will nourish him with holy power. You also take the elixir and force it into his body with mana and elixir. Try to wake him up tonight! "

Long qianjue said: "no matter what the cost, I will save Qingge!"

Maybe before, long qianjue didn't think tianqingge was so important.

But now, in the earth's successive losses, he has felt that tianqingge is the key to turn the war around.

Then, long qianjue prepared enough pills.

Then, long qianjue, elder Bai Xian and Fang Xieyang sat around with their knees crossed, and the spirit throne was in the middle.

Fang Xieyang pointed out that the infinite holy power was forced into the spirit throne and quickly involved in tianqingge's body.

Long qianjue and elder Boxian prepare a large amount of pills and refine them directly, and then force them into the spirit throne.

It lasted a day and a night!

One day and one night later, the three spirits stopped together.

Then, the spirit throne suddenly cracked

Boom!

Countless pieces of the throne fly out, and then tianqingge appears in front of sanlingzun without any trace.

"Light song!" Long qianjue, elder Bai Xian was overjoyed and couldn't help shouting.

Tianqingge is slightly confused. He glances at longqianjue, elder Boxian and Fang Xieyang.

He seemed a little confused and shook his head again.

At this time, many memories began to pour in his brain.

After a long time, tianqingge finally remembered something.

The first picture in his mind is Chen Yang's amazing sword, and then it is broken, broken! "I'm dead, aren't I? Is this the world after death? Oh, no, I remember. It's a magic mirror. At the moment when the magic mirror was broken, I integrated into my body with the art of puppet. The puppet was the first to die, and the last was

My noumenon. The noumenon and the magic mirror are completely integrated. I'm not dead, I'm alive But why can't my body feel the mana? "

"My mana? I want to start all over again and practice again? " Tianqingge feels as if the sky is spinning before her eyes. "It's an illusion!" Fang Xieyang heard tianqingge's soliloquy, and immediately said, "your body is rebuilt, and the fragments of the magic mirror help you recover. You need to inhale the elixir slowly to recover your mana. Your

realm is here But the recovery process may be a bit long. "

Tianqingge gradually began to calm down.

Long qianjue hands the clothes to tianqingge. Tianqingge quickly puts on the clothes.

He is now recovering from a serious illness.

One day later, tianqingge's physical condition is much better.At the same time, tianqingge has learned a lot about what happened recently.

Then, in the sacred meeting loft of Tiandu, tianqingge meets with elder Bai Xian and long qianjue.

"Qingge, how are you now?" Long qianjue first cares about Tao. "Sit down quickly and don't be restrained here."

Tianqingge said, "thank you for your concern."

After he sat down, he said: "my body is OK, but I still need a lot of pills to recover. If we want to return to the peak, it will only take ten years. "

Long qianjue said: "ten years is really too long, including the old emperor, it's too long. We need some shortcuts! "

Tianqingge said, "the shortcut is not without, but it's not easy." Then he said, "after all, there are no easy things in this world. The old emperor and his subordinates also understand their injuries. It takes us a lot of cold dew to recover. According to the records of ancient books, the earth has the most cold sky and dew "The cold dew of heaven?" Long qianjue obviously heard of Tianpu Hanlu. He said, "I forgot this thing, but how can I find it? It's a problem, too. "