Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

You don't even need to look, you can tell by the touch of your head and shoulders that this is your master!

The Palace Master was very surprised, he also felt the unusual fluctuation of spiritual power, at first he was worried about whether Fu Yuanzhi would be in danger, so he bumped into his arms head-on, only to see his back gradually collapse and shrink Little by little glimmers of light flowed out of the space, clusters of light blue-blue color, occasionally mixed with a little red——

Soul light, the color of the Taoist is brighter, and the color of the devil is more like blood, but they are mixed together at the moment.

The souls of mortals are relatively transparent and almost invisible, but the souls of the Taoists who are traveling together envelop the souls of those mortals with their own aura, like a gurgling stream, slowly drifting down into the river, and will eventually pass through the ruins , into the river of forgetfulness, to the next reincarnation.

The grievances and grievances are over, the puppet city is turned into fly ash in the devil fire, even if there is anyone still grieving, the Lingji son who has dominated the secret realm for thousands of years with a mortal body has been torn into pieces along with his soul, so All the lingering souls were slapped away by Fu Yuanzhi unceremoniously.

To wallow in the grief that the past has no meaning is to lose the future along with it.

The palace lord simply felt the power fluctuations around the apprentice, and was quite pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't have any more scars. On the contrary, it seemed that the demonic energy was more abundant, and his cultivation had directly increased to a higher level!

But... judging from the way he dealt with the soul just now, it's not only the cultivation level that has been improved, but also the state of mind. But why do you look at the face, and it has a small expression of being greatly wronged?

"Master!"

Fu Yuanzhi didn't cry after all, he raised his head, carefully took out something, and held it in front of the palace lord like offering a treasure.

"Master, look, I found it!"

This light of the soul is lighter, light blue, lying in Fu Yuanzhi's palm, coiled into a small ball.

Even though souls were not a common thing in the past 20 years of the Palace Master's life, he still recognized at a glance that this group of souls that were about to extinguish was his own soul.

In other words, is it a legacy left over from a previous life?

"Master, hurry up, take your soul back!"

Looking at Fu Yuanzhi's bright eyes, the Palace Master didn't know why, so he really wanted to buy two bones to feed him... This child never knew how to be angry because of what happened to him, but he was worried and melancholy because of his situation every day ...

Therefore, such an apprentice, even if he is a devil, is still a very good little devil. Those black routines in the unreliable literature city in the 21st century, fake and fake, are not credible!

However, he picked up the piece of soul with his fingertips and said, "In my previous life, I probably never thought that I could come back."

The spiritual power and body induction on the remnant soul swayed slightly, like a small cloud, fluttering on the fingertips of the Palace Mistress, but he never took this piece of soul back.

"A complete soul should have three souls and seven souls. Add up to ten, one more, I'm afraid it won't be able to squeeze in." The palace owner smiled, flicked his fingers, and the cloud-like remnant soul floated out, covered by the talisman. Yuan Zhi hurriedly grabbed it, and held it in his hands.

"I saw the memory in the soul." The palace lord said, "'I' lied to Qiuxian once ten thousand years ago. I lied to him that I lost half of my soul. , scattered into the world and never to be found again.”

Fu Yuanzhi held the piece of soul in a daze, and suddenly realized that he had investigated the condition of the master's soul before, and there was a chain of soul protection in the master's soul, but it seemed...

"I don't lack a soul now." The palace lord smiled, put his fingers on Fu Yuanzhi's hand, closed his fingers, and even said, "So this piece of soul is superfluous now, if you want, eat it It is also possible.”

He said that he was injured, and half of his soul was injured, so Qiu Xian believed it. It was a long time before Qiu Xian realized that his senior brother, who seemed to be noble and out of the dust, actually liked to deceive people.

"So... that's why the surname Qiu, after you died, thought that you were seriously injured thousands of years ago and had lost too much soul power, so he forcibly sent your remnant soul to another world, and let you die In the cycle of reincarnation, the soul is completed?"

"...He didn't mean to harm me. After all, he is your uncle. He can't be big or small." Moreover, the palace master felt extra happy and relaxed for the first time since he traveled here—the master of Yunmeng ten thousand years ago. It is real, and the twenty years of existence as a mortal are no longer the nothingness that was previously suspected.

He existed before, as the master of Yunmeng, and also as a palace master living in the 21st century.

"It's all because of him!" Fu Yuanzhi yelled in extreme grievance, "He is stupid!"

"I was the one who lied to him first." The Palace Mistress was still very satisfied with this matter - as for Yunmeng's crying daughter-in-law, if he couldn't even fool this in his previous life, then what a mess.

"Can……"

Fu Yuanzhi lowered his head, grasped the soul in his hand, and pressed it to his heart. After a while, he pinched his nose with one hand and twisted it left and right twice. Fu Yuanzhi blushed and shouted: " Master, what is this doing!"

"I should ask what you are doing, I'm not dead yet, don't be in a hurry to mourn." The palace lord was obviously laughing at him.

"Bah!" Fu Yuanzhi plunged into the palace lord's arms once again, "Shizun should live as long as the heavens and the earth and the sun and the moon!"

——Anyone who dares to play tricks on my master will eat it raw!

"Master, in the future, this disciple will absolutely protect you day and night, and will never let the younger generation have any chance to take advantage of it!"

...Not far behind the master and the apprentice, the demon disciples and Taoists stood together, together with the spirit of Qixiu and a group of spirit beasts, they all wanted to say a word——

Who is the idiot who plots evil, you really don't know right?

But the person who heard this sentence didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, with a gentle smile on his face and a gratified expression, he actually nodded and said, "Okay!"

Lian Quan silently pressed the Dream Demon's hand to take out the small notebook, but for the first time felt that he was very powerless.

It was the first time that he realized that his idol was completely different from what he had imagined. Lu Qingshuang's expression could be called the destruction of the world. He almost asked Lian Quan in a pleading tone: "The Lord of Yunmeng... has always been like this?"

"...Do you mean to be entangled with the devil? No, it started recently. The master didn't have so much free time before. After all, he likes to worry about everything." Lian Quan replied.

...So, the meaning behind this sentence is that if there was a demon in the past, Lord Yunmeng might not refuse?

"However, the devil has only recently changed his policy, from doing evil all over the world to what he is now..." The dream demon thought for a while, and said, "What I mean is that the whole world sees him doing evil, and he eats and eats. I've seen Hun'er's murderer before, but the most important Lord Yunmeng was excluded from the whole world."

"There is no hope for the Taoist sect... I originally thought that Qiongshan Sword Master was just an exception." Lu Qingshuang said sadly.

"I used to think that Master Yunmeng was an exception." The Dream Demon replied excitedly.

Miao Kong, who suddenly appeared, pointed it out: "Don't hide it, you were the one who wrote the "Record of Clouds and Rain in Qiongshan Mountain", otherwise why would the Qiongshan Sword Sect prohibit students from ordering news from our Lingxiu Miscellaneous Club?"

"...But you have to know, Senior Miaokong, "The Record of Clouds and Rain in Qiongshan Mountain" is a fantasy work, not a documentary literature!"

"What?" Lu Qingshuang screamed again, ""The Record of Clouds and Rain in Qiongshan Mountain" is not true? Then why do you call it a record? God, I thought it was a press release. Daozu, what the hell have I done? Because of that article, I rejected Qiongshan Sword Master’s proposal to accept me as an apprentice! You...you spies, can you not be part-time script writers?”

"..." The Dream Demon replied after a moment of silence, "Only underage children, or fools, can't tell the difference between artistic creation and the real world."

Then, logically, the devil was beaten up by the sword repairman, almost turning him into a fool.

Over there, Fu Yuanzhi was still carefully holding the remnant soul of the master, he couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do with this?"

Today's palace master has three souls and seven souls, and there is no defect. Although the new soul cultivated in the reincarnation is far less powerful than the original one, but in fact, there is no place to put the previous soul again—the Lord of Yunmeng in the previous life Thinking about it, I never thought that these scattered souls would be taken back one by one one day.

Now this remnant soul has been separated from the main body for ten thousand years, and it has been weakened day by day. In addition, the soul power has been consumed, and there is no remaining spiritual power. Even the master of the palace can no longer extract any benefit from his soul. If it's his own stuff, it's really just for the devil to eat and make up for it.

As they were talking, the secret realm had been completely closed, and the souls imprisoned and enslaved inside left one after another, and finally, before the secret realm was closed, a white shadow rose from it and slowly fell into the hands of the palace lord.

It is made of the same material as the chopped snow, and it is a fragment of the Moonlight Lianquan.

"By the way, Master! Disciple... Disciple was on a mission before..." Fu Yuanzhi said, took out the piece of jade from the ring, and briefly explained the matter of the deserted village, "I didn't think about this before. The piece of jade could be Master's piano, but Master, that secret realm was destroyed long before the disciple entered, and your soul was not found at that time, let alone the Demon Master's..."

Except for a bit of spiritual power that has been integrated into the water system of Yunzechuan, after the barrier was removed, that spiritual power flowed back along the water, presumably returning to the original body, other than that, there was only... a piece of afterimage of the Lord of Yujing, He was also eaten.

But Fu Yuanzhi directly concealed the piece of golden and crisp Jade King.

"I think about it, Master, the Secret Blood Sect!" Fu Yuanzhi suddenly said, "The fact that the Secret Blood Sect found the place where the barrier is located to refine the human pot, it seems impossible to be just a coincidence now."

He was halfway through talking, but suddenly came back to it again, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he couldn't even close his mouth.

He said: "Master... just now, you didn't mean...let me eat..."

Fu Yuanzhi blinked his eyes, and the discouraged puffer fish changed from a bulging look to a pair of eyes that were still big enough, and he said without confidence: "Master... disciple eat soul, do you already know... Please...please kill me..."

After finishing speaking, his body became softer, and he knelt down at the feet of the Palace Master, curling up into a ball.

Stretching his neck and waiting anxiously for a long time, suddenly there was a chuckle in his ear, Fu Yuanzhi raised his head in surprise, and saw the palace lord laughing so hard that he almost bent over.

"As long as you can stick to your heart, you will never act recklessly with your demon skills, let alone use soul-eating as a way to increase your demon energy..." the palace master said, pinching the little apprentice's chin, shaking it, "I won't cut you off."

The place where the chin was pinched had an abnormal temperature, Fu Yuanzhi pursed his mouth, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Master." Fu Yuanzhi said categorically, "I will never lose you in this life!"

He put his hands on his chest and said softly: "Although my disciple eats souls, even if you allow me, I will never devour your soul... Disciple... I only hope that if I was born earlier..."

Or when you were the Supreme Demon Lord, don't waste a lot of time on such stupid things as the Miementu Sect. Many ancient nobles really just want to strangle to death, but comparing the two, the Lord of Yunmeng is the same Thinking that was wrong, what did he do?

——The brilliance of Yunmeng Tiangong on Yunzechuan River is immortal for thousands of years. What is left to every Taoist is not only the colorful classroom assignments in Chuxin Palace, but also hope, which is the ultimate hope for the entire ten continents and three islands. Will get better and better hope.

This time, you must not go the old way!So Fu Yuanzhi's eyes were not only burning hot, but also the temperature from his chin was hot. The palace master felt that the hot air was almost crawling up his body along his fingers, so he couldn't help but pinch him. Withdrawing his hand, he took away the remnant soul in his hand.

"If you don't eat it, I'll take it away, just right, maybe it will be useful."