Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

"Thank you, Lord Hou, for saving this king's Chi'er."

After decades of searching, Bai Mu finally found a body that could carry the soul of a departed king, and the person in front of him was so outstanding.

The inevitable madness appeared in Bai Mu's eyes, and the smile lines on his thin lips were even worse.

Hearing the words, Baizhi raised her head, her gaze gently following the deeply obsessed and infatuated lover in front of her.

Bai Mu focused his attention, wisps of white air fluttered between his palms, and when he took a closer look, the Huayin Talisman that disappeared on the top of the pagoda appeared in front of Bai Zhi's eyes.

Surrounded by dark flames, dark souls gathered——Bai Zhi slowly closed his eyes, and in the dark flames of broken souls, the man in the crimson brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, his dead black eyes turned, and a lively smile flowed out , so bright that everyone lingers and forgets to return.

"My king... how lucky I am if I can fulfill your long-cherished wish..."

Facing the cyan light, Bai Zhi stared at the man who raised his hand to crush the white dust on his fingertips, and just let the remnant soul from the Hua Yin Talisman sink into her eyebrows.

The ghostly fire scattered away——the soul that had been completely burned by the fire was expelled from the body, and replaced by the revived king's soul.

Bai Mu couldn't hide his throbbing heart, took a step closer, and seemed to be able to foresee the long-awaited ending in a trance.

Bai Mu squatted down and embraced the unconscious man, as if the man in his arms would call out "Master Bai Mu" as soon as he opened his eyes.

At this time, Bai Mu stared tenderly at the person in his arms.

The dense smoke was very faint, and the Huayin Talisman lost its light due to the lingering fire, dimmed, and then fell heavily to the ground, a crack appeared from the inside to the outside of the jade talisman with clear water and green light.

The person in his arms suddenly changed his appearance, and when he stared again, it was Bai Zhi whose soul had left his body.

Bai Mu watched his outstretched hand tremblingly caressing that moon-faced and beautiful face, and was stunned for a moment, "Bai Zhi, why are you..."

What Bai Mu never expected was that the blood of his closest relatives could also carry the king's soul.

However, the price to be paid for this is that the main body is scattered, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

Bai Mu lowered his eyes slowly, and the unreasonable pain caused an uproar in the originally dead eyes.

Bai Mu may not regret it, but it is difficult to erase the sins he committed.

At this very moment, the Linglong Tower was collapsing layer by layer, and when the woman in her arms opened her eyes again, what Bai Mu saw in her eyes were those pure and pure pupils.

"Chi'er!" Bai Mu couldn't hide his indescribable joy.

However, the person in his arms suddenly struggled to get up, looked at Bai Mu very strangely, and asked doubtfully, "You... who are you?"

Although Wang Po has been reborn, he has lost his original memory.

Bai Mu saw the person in front of him take a step back, then another step, and finally alienated himself completely.

The mountainside became darker and darker, the Linglong Pagoda fell down, and the mountain wind that took advantage of the void rustled the robes of the two, swaying the last silence.

The cold wind blew the hair on Bai Mu's purple jade crown, covering half of his face, but it couldn't cover his eyes that were as cold as icy springs.

Even if he doesn't remember him, he won't let him go easily.

Bai Mu suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the man in his arms, a white light suddenly appeared, and disappeared before the dragon's tongue was sheathed.

As the white dust settled, the Linglong Pagoda turned into dust.

The two who had just entered the Holy Land witnessed this scene of the disappearance of a living person, and then raised their eyes, in addition to the empty stone wall in the mountainside, there was only the Huayin Talisman on the ground emitting a faint blue light.

He walked in front of Ji, frowned, and bowed to pick up the abandoned jade talisman on the ground.

He picked up the jade talisman, and the blue light on the body of the talisman was about to fade.

Seeing this, he was about to touch the damaged crack of the jade talisman with his other hand, but he suddenly held his breath.

The jade talisman cut his index finger.The blood dripping from that finger fit into the gap on the jade talisman.

"The Buddha said, pick flowers and choose fire all day long, without knowing that the body is a place of Taoism; the Buddha said, those who live in vain and choose or reject will float and sink in the sea of ​​life and death, and will never come out."

The moment the blue light from the Huayin Talisman hit the stone wall, two lines of small golden characters appeared on the opposite side.

He and Ji moved closer, looking surprised.

At this time, a vortex of dark fire climbed up to the cheeks of the two of them, and the mountain trembled in an instant.

"This is……"

The two people in the middle of the mountain managed to gain a firm foothold, and when they raised their heads, they saw the jade talisman floating on their palms suddenly burst into light, unfolding a hazy picture scroll, and it was him who appeared in Ji Kingdom.

Ji Shuer stared at him, the man with the jade crown and hair, the celestial figure and the unrecognizable appearance were sitting on the seats of the nobles of the country of Ji, with the appearance of a modest gentleman and a jade tree facing the wind, it was hard to hold back.

Seeing this, he was startled, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.

It turns out that this jade talisman can spy on the world, and he has always been under Bai Mu's control——

The world is unpredictable, but fate dictates it.

The wind in the dense forest was choked by the heavy mountain walls at this moment, and the faint sound spread far along the entire trail.

After leaving the Holy Land, he squeezed the jade talisman tightly in his hand, his mind flickered.

At the foot of the triple stone steps, the spy who came on a fast horse turned over and landed, and was about to ask him about the situation of the Holy Land, but was frightened into silence by Ji Hei's gloomy eyes with a Rakshasa ghost face.

Ji grabbed the reins of the horse from the spy's hand and jumped up.

He looked up at Ji's extended hand, paused, then tapped his toes to get on the horse, neatly and in one go.

The sound of horseshoes coming and going, concealed the thoughts of the two people on the horseback, but after thinking about it, he only felt that his heart was hesitant and lonely.

In this regard, the matter of the Sanmiao has come to an end for the time being. As for the final statement of the disappearance of all the Sanmiao people in the world, the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

After noon that day, he and Ji rode back from the Liuli River on the same horse. Behind them were a few spies who had woken up first.

At about dusk, the crowd bypassed the border of Sanmiao and walked to Shifang Mountain from the shortcut of Zhai Wei Border Town.

After traveling day and night, people are tired, and horses are even more tired.

Ji Kuan rode forward, and after surveying the terrain of Shifang Mountain, he turned his horse's head and signaled everyone to continue moving forward.

He looked at the scene behind Zongmu, his eyes were a little blurred.

He listened attentively, and the grass was sparse at both ends of the deep canyon, and the only trace of greenery was still crumbling on the top of the cliff.

This should be regarded as the first time he saw such a desolate environment in the wild spring sky.

In such a quiet place, although there is no vegetation to hide the figure, the precipitous situation on both sides of the mountain wall will inevitably not be used by people.

"After entering Shifang Mountain, be careful in everything."

He turned his head and glanced at the spies following him, since they were the ones specially sent by Cang Lizi to rescue him, then he had to adopt a slightly different attitude from the past and say a word of concern.What's more, he really didn't like this mountain very much.

After he finished speaking, Ji immediately rode over and felt a very unusual aura. With a wave of his hand, all the spies behind him showed a positive look, and they clenched the cold knife around their waists.

When he looked around, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, and then turned around, but there was nothing.

Above the valley, a mountain eagle passed by in the sky.

The glaring light of the setting sun screened a layer of fine orange, so that Fu Liang had to block his eyes with his hands when he reined in his horse.

"Shanying..." He couldn't help but murmur.

Someone once said: When the mountain eagle arrives, please enter the urn.

Hengchen got out of his sheath, and he walked cautiously into the depths of the canyon.

Along the way, it was extremely quiet.After passing the easiest place to ambush, everyone's hearts began to slacken.

His eyes moved to a sudden strange rock, and for a moment, the mountain wall was thunderous, and when he looked up again, countless stones rolled down from the cliff.

"Be careful!" He walked in the middle, but he was the first to notice the abnormality.

Jillerma avoided the rolling stones one after another, and retreated again. More than half of the accompanying spies were killed or injured.

After a wave, there was no movement.

What surprised him was that the Rolling Stones all rolled towards the spy at the back, and had no intention of hurting the two who were straddling forward at all.

"This rolling stone fell so strangely, its purpose is to block our way back."

He leaned back against the light beam, and after a while, the entrance of the valley was sealed tightly by rolling stones.

"This is to make us fight trapped beasts." He ordered the spies who escaped to continue moving forward.

Ji looked up the cliff, his gaze turned cold.

The enemy hiding in the dark gave them a chance to breathe and sealed the entrance, so they had no choice but to move forward. There must be an even more terrifying ambush in Shifang Mountain.

Where is the sacred...

At dusk, everyone was still in shock, and the people and horses were exhausted. They were really in a predicament where "the right time, the right place, and the harmony between the people" were lost.

The mountain eagle passed by, and the clouds suddenly rose——he raised his eyes, and when he met last season's gaze, he suddenly felt that his vision began to blur.

"No, this mist is poisonous."

Someone in the group had already fallen off the horse. Seeing this, the two who knew the poisonous mist immediately covered their mouths and noses, and the mist dissipated again in a short while.

He turned over and dismounted, his body slightly weak.