"After the disaster that year, my senior brother and I came to Liudao Mountain together, thinking about waking up the master or healing him, but no matter how much we sent spiritual energy into his body, we couldn't get any response.
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Song Qingyun looked at Sang Luo, there seemed to be pain in his eyes and his voice was astringent,
"We originally wanted to take Master away, but we found that a trace of his aura still exists in the world, lingering in the Six Paths Mountain."
"My senior brother and I couldn't gather souls for our master, but we didn't dare to do anything without permission, so we could only circle the six mountains, place many spiritual stones and crystals around the mountains, and set up formations, hoping that one day
, Master can come back."
Even Ji Qingfeng can come back, why can't Master?
Song Qingyun thought like this, always thinking that his master could still survive.
Since the disaster, the senior sister has disappeared, and the senior brothers have left one after another. They have gone into seclusion and suffered martyrdom. He only has his master as a relative.
On the top of Liudao Mountain, Sang Luo stood in the snow in green clothes, looking at the Changli Sword Master with closed eyes not far away, looking sad.
Su Changli was like a teacher and a father to both Sang Luo and Song Qingyun.
She raised her hand and took a piece of snowflake in her hand. With a thought, time began to flow.
The scenes on Liudao Mountain that day flashed before her eyes one by one.
In the past, Su Changli held the sword and blood station. He actually had the opportunity to overcome the tribulation and become an immortal, but he refused the invitation of the will of heaven, cut off his own path to heaven, and killed two people one after another on the Six Dao Mountains.
A fairy.
The moment the giant hand came, he faced it with his sword. The sword energy gathered almost all his spiritual energy and vitality.
After that move, the sword in the sword master's hand was broken, and his life was extinguished.
Sang Luo looked at Changli Sword Lord's moves with a look in his eyes.
That day, when she merged with Cangwu Fourteen Continents, everyone was trying their best to help her delay.
Perhaps it was the topography of Liudao Mountain, or the chaotic entanglement of immortal energy and swordsmanship, which accidentally protected his best soul breath and scattered it on Liudao Mountain to protect his body from decay.
Now that she comes back again, she will definitely bring Master back from Liudao Mountain.
The girl's spiritual power spread out, and the aftermath of the crisscrossing sword energy was instantly resolved, and the entire Liudao Mountain was wrapped in the blue spiritual energy.
The scattered soul breaths were gathered together, and the falling pearl flower pendant on Su Changli's chest emitted a light purple light.
Song Qingyun's eyes moved slightly,
"What is that?"
Sang Luo looked at the falling pearl flower pendant that exuded a faint aura, her long eyelashes trembled slightly,
"That's Yun Huan?"
The life-changing guide of Hehuan Sect.
A light purple figure gradually gathered.
Sang Luo raised his hand to form a seal and continued to gather his soul.
Thousands of years ago, Yun Huan died here. In exchange for his life, he led his master out of the Shura path. There is still a trace of his soul attached to the falling pearl jade pendant.
As if being pulled by the jade pendant, Su Changli finally opened his eyes at the moment when his remaining souls gathered together.
Through the vast sea of snow, I looked towards the light purple figure.
"Yun Huan."
He croaked.
The high-spirited young man back then has long been buried in the heavy snow.
Today, he is dressed in green clothes, with bloodstains all over his body, a thin face, and a head full of white hair.
The face of the girl in purple clothes was still the same as before. She raised her hand and touched the side of Su Changli's face. Her eyes were full of tenderness,