Zhou Wenting inhaled slowly, but found that the air was sucked into his lungs, which hurt like needles.
The boy's usually straight back was slightly bent, with tears on his face, he raised his hands to form a seal.
He is not only Zhou Wenting, he is also a direct disciple of Tianshu Pavilion. This is what he should do.
Zhou Wenting cut the palm of his hand, raised his hand to form a seal, and condensed a stream of divine power towards Elder Zhou.
The moment father and son connected, and the blood flowed into Elder Zhou's spiritual platform, he finally regained some clarity.
Elder Zhou looked at Zhou Wenting and smiled happily,
"Ating, you have grown up."
A black demonic aura emerged from Elder Zhou's body and headed straight towards Chu Yanshu.
Sang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his sword and headed towards the demonic breath.
"Death Moon!"
She recognized the source of the demonic breath.
The thick power of the fire spirit surrounded the demonic breath. At the same time, Chu Yanshu raised his hand to form a seal, and the blue soul power burst out and condensed into sword energy, intending to kill the demonic soul under the sword.
But the moment his soul power touched the devil's breath, the black devil's breath merged with his soul power and headed straight towards his spiritual platform.
How can the human race allow demon souls to be so rampant?
A coldness flashed in Sang Luo's eyes, and he once again faced off with his sword, locked in a stalemate with the ghost of Dead Moon.
The fire spirits that swept in surrounded the demon soul from all directions. The moment the sword passed by, it seemed that it could kill everything in the world.
But even so, she couldn't kill the demon soul.
The demon in front of him, even though there is only a trace of his soul left, is still terrifyingly strong.
Until Su Changli's figure appeared in the hall, the Sword Master condensed a sword energy in his hand and headed straight towards the fleeing demon souls, killing them with one sword.
In the demon clan's hall, Death Moon opened her eyes, her eyes full of murderous intent.
"Su Changli!"
First there was Su Changluo, and then there was Su Changli.
Yu Heng really taught two good apprentices and they were always against him!
Cold Wind City, inside the city lord's palace.
Su Changli killed the demon soul with one sword, while Elder Zhou put one hand on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood again,
"Sorry, I still made things more confusing."
Su Ruowan knelt down and supported Elder Zhou.
"Tianji Pavilion, I leave it to you."
Elder Zhou looked at Su Ruowan and spoke with difficulty,
"Don't go to Tianji Pavilion, and don't open the place of inheritance. It's all a...scam."
After his senior brother left, he went to the inheritance place privately, wanting to know what the glimmer of hope was, so he was possessed by the demon soul.
"Don't...break the barrier. Once the road to the sky is opened, people in the upper world will automatically think that the floating tower has collapsed. At that time...the entire Cangwu world will sink into chaos."
After saying these words, Elder Zhou closed his eyes forever and his figure began to disappear.
Tears rolled down heavily from Zhou Wenting's eyes, and he knelt down in front of Elder Zhou.
Those who tamper with destiny will suffer backlash after death and will naturally not survive in the world.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Su Ruowan's lips. She waited for a while, then stood up and spoke slowly to Zhou Wenting,
"Junior brother, the position of the master of Tianshu Pavilion will be entrusted to you."
Zhou Wenting raised his eyes, the blood in his eyes was still there,
"Senior sister..."
Su Ruowan looked in the direction of Canglan Sea,
"I want to retreat and do another fortune telling."
Cangwu was about to collapse, and there was only a glimmer of hope. She had to figure out where this glimmer of hope was.
"no."
"No!"
Lu Huaizhi and Zhou Wenting spoke out at the same time.