The idea of "go to death" makes Wan Yong's face blue. It's not that he can't die, but it's really hard to feel "dead"!
At this time, the distant sky came a ethereal wave, terrified Wanyong's face changed dramatically.
Not good!
Coming so fast?!
Wan Yong had no time to think about it. He saw the poisonous ghost canyon below his eyes. His tears flowed into a river. He gritted his teeth and moved at his feet. He resolutely buried his body in the black soil of the canyon.
Then, Wanyong's body was corrupted by the black soil at the speed visible to the naked eye. Between two breaths, he turned into a wave of scorched earth, and he could not die again.
If Lu jiukui were here, he would surely recognize that the "Wanyong" and the original "Yi Li" were both separate bodies.
A moment later, a wisp of divine consciousness left on Wanyong Fen floated out, like a cloud of smoke. Just about to pass through the way of heaven in Kyushu, it was gently held by a white hand like snow. The sweet and soft voice came: "Yong childe, where do you want to go? Yo Is it just memory? Ha ha... "
Wan Yong is dead. This wisp of divine consciousness has no ability to think. His function is to record. In other words, it is clear who killed "he".
Seeing that the divine sense of Wanyong was useless, and the visitors were not reluctant to do so, he let go of Wanyong and looked around with a pair of long eyebrows, and then slowly raised the eyebrow peak: "ghost and insect king?" Can we say that yunba, this rubbish, was killed by the ghost and insect king?
According to the traces left around, it is.
But there is always a feeling in the hearts of visitors, as if things are not so simple.
After looking around, he found no trace. The visitor gave a light smile and tore the void with his bare hands. He was ready to ask Wan Yong's master.
……
In the Zipeng continent, Wan Yonggang just recovered his own wisp of divine consciousness, and his face suddenly turned black, as if he had swallowed something indescribable.
Seeing this, the messengers of thousands of families on one side worried one after another: "childe, what's the matter with you?"
Wan Yong gently supported his forehead, and did not know how to say his own mood
What kind of guy did he get out of here?!
It's dead, it's the ghost insect king, and Lu jiuque I didn't expect to see you again that day.
Well, the most important thing is, wait a minute. He has a headache.
"Step back first. I want to think about it."
As soon as the people around him were ready to step back, an emissary rushed in: "young master, a Cloud Star God asked to see you. He said he wanted to ask you about the mainland of Kyushu."
"So fast?"
"Can you see me, young master?"
Wan Yong thought about it and avoided it. Instead, it made people suspicious. He said, "let him in."
A delicate and hot woman in a ethereal gauze dress came in barefoot and said with a smile to Wan Yong, who was sitting on the chair of Lingyu: "Yong childe, a farewell to the jade cliff a thousand years ago. I really miss Yong Gongzi's heroism."
Wan Yong forced a goose bumps: "when?"
"It's said that the sub body of Yong Gongzi has gone to the mainland of Jiuzhou to investigate the living dead. Have you gained anything?"
"No
"Well, one of my deacons used to be very convenient, but he was killed for no reason. He didn't even get any feedback from his divine sense. It happened that the part of Yong Gongzi also fell there. I came here specially to ask Yong Gongzi to tell me about the situation at that time..."
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