Shang Yu took a deep breath, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
He suddenly raised his feet and walked to the soul crystal, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Um?"
Schroeder frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "Do you really want to rescue me? Aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble to the world after I get out?"
"Senior, my intuition tells me that you are not as cruel as the world's rumors say, otherwise you wouldn't help me refine my soul."
Shang Yu shook his head and showed a bright smile.
In fact, Shi Luo didn't help him refine his soul at the beginning.
At that time, Shang Yu came to this sealed hall purely because the place was quiet and no one disturbed him at all.
And he would hide here, silently swearing that he must stand out and defeat the descendants of the Li people to prove himself.
Perhaps moved by his sincerity, Shi Luo began to help him practice. In just ten years, he helped his soul reach the level of seventy thousand kalpas.
If she was a bad person, she would not ask Shang Yu to take her away after ten years of sacrifice.
"People? This path to immortality is just about success and failure. I didn't lose to your Shang Yang clan."
Shi Luo pursed her red lips lightly, her eyes were watery, and there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Since you are willing to help me leave, then do as I say."
"yes."
As Shi Luo felt lighter, a trace of surprise flashed in Shang Yu's eyes.
He slowly stretched out his palm, and a drop of golden blood dripped from his palm, pouring into the soul crystal.
"Buzz."
In an instant, a terrifying buzz erupted from this place.
The heaven and earth are thousands of miles apart, and divine patterns are intertwined.
And on the soul crystal, strange cracks spread out.
Among them, a graceful figure in black walked out slowly, with long black hair blowing in the wind, and a distinguished temperament.
There was a faint arc on that fair and beautiful face, which was charming and charming.
She is extremely tall, her eyes are bright and charming, and her every move and smile makes people's hearts surging and makes it difficult to control themselves.
"Gulu."
Even though Shang Yu had already seen her in the soul crystal, he was still frightened by Shi Luo's beauty at this moment.
So perfect!!
Even Si Yunshang looked a little immature in front of Shi Luo and was not worth mentioning.
"Senior...Senior..."
At this moment, Shang Yu was undoubtedly excited, and his face was slightly red.
He is already looking forward to the future... when he and Shi Luo will dominate the immortal mausoleum.
"Hmm."
Shi Luo nodded lightly, raised his head and looked around the main hall, "Who is the leader in heaven now?"
"Uh, senior, the Heavenly Court... was destroyed and is now called the Old Heavenly Court."
Shang Yu smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, "Times have changed, now it's the Immortal Clan Zhangtian."
"Xian Clan Zhangtian?"
Shi Luo was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say anything more and nodded slowly.
"Senior, I have a treasure here that warms and nourishes the soul. You can enter it temporarily. I know that there is a tree of the holy way in the ancient domain of Taichu. The fruits it bears can help restore the vitality of your soul. As for the physical body... Don't worry, senior
, I will definitely find a way."
Shang Yu's expression was solemn, and it was hard to imagine how stunning Shi Luo would be once he regained his physical body.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Shi Luo raised his eyebrows lightly and gave Shang Yu a meaningful look, "Thank you."
She took one step forward and fell directly into the spiritual mirror prepared by Shang Yu.
"Let's go."
As the two people exited the hall, all the spiritual power waves in this place immediately dissipated.
"Shang Yu!!"
only!!
Just when Shang Yu appeared outside the palace, he heard a deep shout suddenly coming from behind him.
"Um?"
Shang Yu's heart trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his head. He turned around and saw Holy Lord Shang Yang walking towards him and appearing in front of him.
"Holy...Holy Lord?"
"Shang Yu, the ancient realm of Taichu is about to open, so don't go there this time."
Lord Shang Yang is a handsome middle-aged man with long brown-gold hair and brown-gold feathers on the sides of his cheeks.
At this time, he sighed softly and looked at Shang Yu with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
Ever since the last time Shang Yu was knocked out of the ancient realm of Taichu by a descendant of the Li clan, there has been a crack in his Taoist heart.
In the past ten years, Holy Lord Shang Yang often saw Shang Yu confused and cowering. Although he was anxious in his heart, he was helpless.
Shang Yu is the most powerful monster in Shangyang Holy Land, with terrifying talents and pure blood. He will take over the position of Holy Lord in the future.
His Taoist heart was broken by the descendants of the Li people, which was both a shame and a loss to the Shang Yang Holy Land.
Nowadays, Shang Yang Holy Land has become the last of the four holy lands of the demon clan. If it loses this demon descendant again, it will be replaced by other forces sooner or later.
Therefore, Holy Lord Shang Yang hesitated again and again and decided to let Shang Yu give up his experience in this ancient domain and restore his Taoist heart in the holy land.
"Oh? Why not go?"
Shang Yu's face was stunned, and he suddenly shook his head, "The Holy Master is worried that I am not a match for the descendants of the Li clan?"
"No...it's not..."
"Holy Lord, don't worry, I will definitely win this time."
Shang Yu smiled brilliantly, and instead of showing any trace of dejection or fear in his eyes, he was filled with unspeakable fighting spirit.
"Um?"
In an instant, Holy Lord Shang Yang's face turned completely dull, "Shang...Shang Yu, you..."
It had been a long time since he had seen such a confident Shang Yu, with his body shining brightly.
"Your Taoist heart..."
"Holy Lord, I have thought clearly. Wherever you fall, you should get up from where you fell. All the things before are just a little bit of trouble."
Shang Yu shook his head, his expression slightly changed.
Now his soul realm has not only entered the level of seventy thousand kalpas, but there is also an ancient powerhouse like Shi Luo standing behind him.
Not to mention a descendant of the Li people, even if he is the Holy Lord Shang Yang, pfft, can’t he be killed casually?
"Okay, what you said is good, but it's just a little bit rough..."
Holy Master Shang Yang looked pleased and patted Shang Yu on the shoulder, "I'm very pleased that you can think so. This Qiankun Ring contains some spiritual treasures. You can take it."
"Holy Lord, I want some treasures and spiritual materials that can nourish the soul."
Shang Yu pondered for a moment and suddenly opened his mouth.
"Oh? Warm up the soul...Okay, okay, whatever you want, I will go find it for you now."
Hearing this, Holy Master Shang Yang kept nodding. In the past ten years, Shang Yu has never taken the initiative to ask for any cultivation resources from the clan.
Everyone, including Holy Master Shang Yang, felt that Shang Yu was useless and had been completely broken by the descendants of the Li people.
On the Immortal Path, this is a much more serious injury than a broken arm or leg.
Now, Shang Yu takes the initiative to ask for spiritual materials from him, which proves that he has really recovered.
"Buzz."
Looking at Holy Lord Shang Yang going away, a satisfied smile gradually appeared on Shang Yu's face.
"Senior Shi Luo, I will definitely find a way to help you regain your strength and your physical body..."
There was a confused look in Shang Yu's eyes, and his hands gradually clenched.
It’s hard to imagine how beautiful a peerless beauty like Shi Luo would be once she regains her physical body!