Jiahe finally touched the Jihuang Sword completely. As the magic weapon of the Young Master of the Ancient World, its cultivation level is equivalent to that of the masters of all realms. After Huaide was injured, it fell silent. Now that it is touched by Jiahe, it seems to have dried up.
A thousand-year-old river meets its source of water again.
A tearing pain came through her body, and Jiahe shivered in pain. Now she could finally feel the pain Huaide suffered.
She still clutched the sword tightly and murmured: "Damn it, I'm most afraid of pain. My mother goddess still hopes that I will grow up safely." She sniffed and leaned against the sword again, "You guys
I thought I didn’t know anything, but actually I know everything.”
I know they don't want her to marry a demon because they want to protect her.
She was shaking all over in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her eyesight went black.
"Huaide, remember, you owe me this. If we meet again next time, you must remember to return the favor to me, and then you will be the one chasing me." At the end of the sentence, she didn't even know what she was saying.
What, but still stubbornly muttered: "Actually, you should be more lively. You are so ugly with a straight face. Only when you smile can you become more approachable."
A steady stream of spiritual energy flew out of Jiahe's body and quickly integrated into the Jihuang Sword. Her body aged instantly, like a woman in her seventies or eighties. Finally, her skin and flesh were gone, leaving only a frame of withered bones, accompanied by the last glimmer of light.
The points merged into the sword body, and the sword body shone brightly, but there was no shadow of Jiahe on the ground.
The Jihuang Sword was resurrected, and Huaide's soul was also repaired.
His figure completely disappeared in the light and shadow, and then, the tiger stepped out from the plate. His eyes that had been closed just now slowly opened, and the silver-gray pupils were filled with ferocity.
Without the body to carry him, Li Jiahe was floating in the air as if his soul had left his body.
She saw the majestic white tiger fighting with the black evil spirit. The black smoke faded. It was defeated by the white tiger's final blow and went straight to the horizon. She saw it going crazy and hitting the invisible wall with all its strength.
, seemed to want to rush out, but had no choice, the wall was impenetrable.
The roar of the tiger suddenly started, and the sky collapsed in the prehistoric realm. The demons, demons, and ghosts who had already secretly colluded covered their ears and knelt on the ground. Blood gradually flowed from the seven orifices. Each body exploded, and lights and shadows of different colors emerged from the surface of the earth.
It flew out, hovered around the black evil aura for a long time, and then turned into countless light points and fell down with the evil aura, gradually making no sound.
Songhuan's magic elixir was completely destroyed, and the magic circle formed by his soul was destroyed.
Bai Hu changed back to his Huaide appearance. He held the hilt of the sword and shook his body a few times. Finally, he knelt on the ground with one knee. The veins on the back of his hands popped out and the ends of his eyes were stained a little red.
On the way back to heaven, no one was seen along the way. The originally peaceful wilderness now became lifeless.
Huaide walked to the ancient and pure land with his sword in hand, inserted the sword in front of him, closed his eyes and cast a curse, summoning all the souls in the sword. A blue light appeared from the top of his head and slowly gathered into a sea-blue ball.
The next moment, the round bead broke into countless blue beads, and gradually merged with the soul in front of him.
Bits of blue light turned into fragments, and Li Jiahe pieced together every moment she missed.
The person who was in the demon clan just now was Huaide Xingpo. He had known for a long time that Zhaorong had been taken away by Songhuan. He wanted to flatter her because he wanted to take advantage of Songhuan's unpreparedness and seal him in her body, and then destroy the demon of Zhaorong.
Dan, but unexpectedly, Song Huan forcibly broke through the seal halfway and went to the demon clan. One was to hunt down Song Huan, and the other was to confirm whether the old demon was okay.
Just when he met Jiahe, the subject suddenly behaved strangely, and Xingpo was forcibly recalled. By the time Huaide's three souls and six souls returned, the gods and immortals had been completely slaughtered by the demon rebels.
Lord Guangyuan was sitting in a high position, even though the surroundings were in a mess, he was still majestic.
Six and a half million years ago, the prehistoric realm was broken, and the spiritual spring that provided all things in the realm with spiritual energy to absorb was polluted. He turned his heart into a spiritual spring for all things to grow. Since then, he has never improved in cultivation, and his body has become increasingly unhealthy.
Declined, but still have to hold on in front of others. At present, the demons are frequently provoking disputes with ulterior motives, and even collude with the gods Wu Bin, changing the defenses of the gods and immortals. The only reason is that he trusts Wu Bin too much.
It happened so suddenly that he had no chance to recover.
Miaoyi and other high-level gods willingly fused their inner elixirs and gathered them into sword souls to possess the Jihuang Sword. Guangyuan Jun stepped down from his high position and kowtowed to the sky three times to thank the heaven and earth for their nurturing grace. Then, he used his
The soul sacrificed, and after a burst of dazzling light, a silver light flew towards the barrier of the prehistoric realm, filling the gap, just to make the traitors have no way to escape. Wu Bin and the demon generals who were standing in the hall laughing loudly were still there at this time.
He didn't realize that he was going to die soon.
The screen was interrupted, and Li Jiahe could guess a thing or two about what happened next.
Melt the inner elixir and send all the spirits into the path of reincarnation.
Huaide buried the Jihuang Sword on the spot, and a drop of water flowed from the corner of his eye. He touched it and looked at the tears on his fingertips in puzzlement. The overwhelming sadness came from all directions.
Later, he lived alone for tens of thousands of years, and his blue clothes were replaced by red clothes. He often stood on the top of the mountain with his hands folded, watching the clouds roll above his head and the sea water rushing below his feet.
Gradually, there were many people around him. These people were all new Taoists, or fairy fetuses or divine fetuses that were transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their appearance was strange and familiar. They had fathers and masters, and they had close friends.
As their cultivation progressed, some people even remembered the past. He erased their memories again and again until only the happiness of the present was left in their minds.
He tried to blend in among them. He smiled more, talked more, and even became more friendly. He did things that were very unfamiliar to him. As time went by, he gradually got used to them.
Later, when his father became immortal and the prehistoric world was divided into six realms, Huaide entered the divine realm without hesitation. However, tens of millions of years passed, and he still did not see the red figure in his memory.
During his free time, he went to the Pure Land to look at swords every day. Sometimes he would sit there for three to five hundred years. Until one day, he found that the soil in the grave where the Extremely Desolate Sword was buried was loose. When he opened it, he found that it was extremely desolate.
The sword disappeared, replaced by a newly sprouted spiritual grass.
At this time, it is still very weak, even emitting light is cautious.
It was already dusk, the sun was setting in the west, the soft summer wind was blowing, and the grass was trembling slightly.
Cold comes and summer comes, autumn is harvested and winter hides, and the light on the grass becomes brighter and brighter.
More than three hundred years later, the Immortal Gate opened wide and accepted many disciples.
Standing on Sansheng Cliff with his hands behind his hands, Huaide saw a red figure at the foot of the mountain struggling to shuttle through the crowded crowd. She held the small bundle tightly with her white and tender hands and struggled to squeeze out a way out of the surging crowd.
She and the immortal king guarding the gate were smiling and their eyes were bright.