At this point, ordinary practitioners will know when the date of the deadline is, let alone the shaman high priest who is proficient in prophecy. [】

"How many days will there be?" Lu Sheng asked directly.

"Ten days, at most ten days..." The shaman did not feel sad at all at this moment.

The wind blew across the hall, rolled up the long white robe of the shaman high priest, and put it down forcefully.

"Then let's set off right away!" Lu Sheng said again.

The shaman glanced at the stone palace, and his eyes showed several emotions. For many years, he had been here. For the mission of a priest clan, the mission was finally over on him.

The Shaman high priest waved to one of the three young priests, and the young priest ran over immediately. The high priest trembled and took off the hat or helmet on his head. At this moment, the desolation of an old man who had never seen before spread out on the high priest.

He gently, but more solemnly, brought his helmet to the young priest's head. The young priest's eyes flashed with excitement, and then there was a long, difficult explanation. After saying that, the high priests seemed to be very tired, and let out a long sigh, then turned around and walked towards the statue opposite the gate of the hall, and could not stand up in front of the statue, so that Lu Sheng and Gui Guzi were slightly worried.

After a long time, the high priest stood up from the statue, turned around, and walked towards Lu Sheng and Gui Guzi, and the vicissitudes of his eyes became deeper. The three of them stopped talking and walked towards the strong wind in the north outside the stone hall.

Along the way, the Shaman High Priest's complexion became increasingly declining, and it was already quite difficult to activate the power of the soul. It was better to be carried by Juechen on the plains, but when the mountain road was rugged, the high priest stopped and stopped, and he was breathing continuously. Lu Shengxin was naturally extremely anxious and worried about the high priest's body. If the high priest died before he reached Tianshan, he would really regret it for life.

Along the way, the shaman high priest insisted not to let Lu Sheng support him, fearing that the "god" that had defiled his heart, Lu Sheng had no choice but to let Guiguzi go to help, while the shaman high priest and Guiguzi were like enemies for eight lifetimes, not to mention who would help whom.

Finally on the seventh day, the three of them arrived at the Kunlun Mountains and could reach the majestic Tianshan Mountains. They seemed not worth mentioning for Lu Sheng and Gui Guzi's journey, but for the high priest who was close to the limit, although his cultivation was extremely high, he was already at the end of his strength.

"It's right in front." Lu Sheng pointed to Tianshan in front and said.

The high shaman naturally understood Lu Sheng’s thoughts, nodded slightly, and said, “My great god, don’t worry, I will not die like this within three days. Three days later, it will be hard to say…”

A trace of guilt flashed in Lu Sheng's heart and said, "High Priest... I'm sorry... I just want to save her."

The Shaman High Priest gently patted Lu Sheng's shoulder like a dead branch and smiled and said, "I can understand your mood. If it were someone else, he might be more anxious than you..."

In the Kunlun Mountains, there is now a sphere of influence of the Tianshan Sect. When the leader of the sect came back to Tianshan, someone immediately came to see the ceremony. Lu Sheng sent someone to send a letter to Tianshan. When Lu Sheng, Guiguzi and the high priest walked to the foot of Tianshan Mountain, he and the sect leader of the Tantric Sect, Long Meng were already waiting under the plank road.

When Lu Sheng and the other two appeared in front of Su He and Long Meng, Su He immediately came up. When the trembling high priest was approaching, Su He showed even more worry.

Long Meng, who was standing behind Su He, showed a look of surprise. On the high priest, he had reached his peerless cultivation, but the thin breath of life reminded him that this person seemed to be about to die... "Master, you..." Sect Master Long Meng asked with concern.

The Shaman High Priest smiled and said, "The spiritual energy in the Seven Profound World is too thin. I will practice my magic to increase my life span. The deadline is approaching. I just want to fulfill God's will before I die."

The will of the Shaman High Priest naturally refers to Lu Sheng's meaning. The Long Meng Sect Master flashed his confusion at Lu Sheng's eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Because of the weakness of the high priest, Lu Sheng arranged for his disciples to come to greet him with a bench. On the plank road that was soaring like a giant dragon, Lu Sheng was already anxious. Along the way, all the disciples of the Tianshan Sect and Tantric Sect bowed respectfully when they saw Lu Sheng. It seemed that the scenery was limited, but few people knew that the Jiaozuo and expectation in Lu Sheng's heart seemed to be limited.

Finally, he returned to the top of Tianshan Mountain, entered the cave heaven, bypassed the Bufrozen Lake, passed through the Dragon Palace and the long passage, and arrived at a stone house. Before he arrived at a stone house, three crystal clear words on the door of the stone house were written with "Crystal Pavilion". Lu Sheng let out a long sigh, and walked into the crystal pavilion without any hesitation.

In the middle of the crystal pavilion, a thousand-year-old ice bed was rising with white air. In the middle of the ice bed, the person who made Lu Sheng dream of her was lying. Her face had not changed at all, and she had the indifferent smile on her face before closing her eyes.

Is it that cold and arrogant woman? Is it to show her most beautiful side to the person she loves the most? It is calm but persistent, cold and arrogant but sweet, warming the heart of the landing student.

"Mengyun, I'm back..." His voice seemed to be trembling, and he gently held up her face, "Why are you so stupid?"

No one answered, only the cold air on the thousand-year-old ice bed was blurred before his eyes like the past.

Why? I can’t forget the love in my heart in this life after five years of Forgetful Love.

Why? Just because of the man who once vowed to protect himself.

"I will definitely save you, Mengyun!" His voice was low but gentle, "You and Su He will be together forever."

Su He stood behind Lu Sheng, walked up quietly, gently holding Lu Sheng's hand, and stared at Li Mengyun on the ice bed. Lu Sheng turned around, gently looked at Su He, and then stood up and turned to the Shaman High Priest.

The Shaman High Priest nodded to Lu Sheng, and then walked towards the thousand-year-old ice bed with a serious look on his face. At this time, the sect leader of the Tantric Sect Long Meng and Fairy Cuiyun were both in the Crystal Pavilion, and were concerned about the high priest and Li Mengyun on the ice bed.

Lu Sheng stared at the high priest's thin and trembling back. His heart had already been twisted and turned, and he was deeply looking forward to it. This man with a strong cultivation and proud look at the Seven Profound World was now afraid of it.
Chapter completed!