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Of course, what she was more curious about was how this fetish among Gu Chang's singers found the old man.

Could it be that there was cause and effect between him and Li Xiu by virtue of the cause and effect he mentioned earlier, then he could use this thing to find the trace of Li Xiu.

"It turns out that you are not afraid to find that... Zhan Xian, it is for this reason."

Although she really wanted to take a look at what this Hongmeng Zijian was, she knew that with Gu Changge's character, she probably wouldn't agree.

This made her feel that Gu Changge was too careful, and she didn't trust her so much.

Is she the kind of person who would snatch it just because of a fetish? "Let's go, find that guy's hiding place, and resolve Li Xiu's affairs by the way."

"Otherwise, the Shen family will suffer his revenge sooner or later."

Gu Changge glanced at her, then got up, turned into Shenhong and left the mountain, and many powerhouses behind him quickly followed.

"You actually care whether the Shen family will suffer revenge"

At first glance, Gu Xian'er felt that Gu Changge was worried that the Shen Clan would suffer revenge, but it was not right when she thought about it carefully. It was definitely for another reason that he was so concerned.

Gu Changge is unlikely to care about the life and death of the Shen family.

Soon, she also followed, a little regretful that she didn't bring the big red bird with her, otherwise, with its ability, she would still not be able to find the treasure.

At this moment, in a space crack that is very far away from this place, there is a strange scene.

The waves outside were monstrous, constantly beating, and it seemed that there was a real world in motion, making a rumbling sound.

As Li Xiu's old slave entered the space crack, runes began to flash outside, making everything return to its original state, and it became: it was unclear, the fog was faint, and it was extremely blurry.

Many candles made of unknown materials are lit on the corridor, expelling the faint mist around them.

The old man walked into it with a jade pot in his hand, looking very pious and cautious, as if he was going to meet some existence.

Outside this cracked space, it was the pattern he laid down, and the green rays of light flowed.

The surrounding stones flickered with a faint meaning of rules, and at the same time hidden a terrifying murderous intention.

he is the one. ...I'm worried that the cultivator strayed into this place and bumped into Master Zhanxian who was recuperating.

After he happened to leave this place, he ran into Shen Xian'er's grandfather and grandfather trapped not far away, and he happened to bring Li Xiu, who had just condensed a new body.

After thinking for a while, the two of them were saved, just to create an opportunity for Li Xiu to get closer to the world.

It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. In the end, all plans and efforts were in vain, which made him extremely angry.

"There is still a little bit of origin. Lord Zhanxian will be able to reproduce the world. This time the hatred will not be solved so easily."

The old man walked through this corridor, and the scene after that suddenly became brighter, as if he had come to a splendid underground palace.

Reiki, dense, immortal mist drifting, and even traces of life rules can be seen floating in the air.

This is an excellent place to nourish the soul. It is located near the Boundary Monument Sea. It has a kind of natural terrain advantage.

And the Boundary Monument Sea has been fighting all year round, and there have been countless casualties. After many of the strong men fell, their origins dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

A large part of them drifted and scattered in the boundary monument sea, and then came together through the terrain here.

Over the years, such a place for raising the soul has been formed.

Moreover, it is said that in the deepest part of this place for nourishing the soul, it is the place of sacrifice to the ten thousand immortals.

It is said that in a very ancient era, Wanxian prayed for the way of heaven in order to find an altar of life.

The old man didn't know if this was true or not, but the place where the soul was raised was true. It could not only warm up Zhanxian's broken life soul, but also reshape his broken body back then, which was extremely mysterious.

Even in the depths of Samsara Lake, a mysterious place involving the rules of the upper bounds, it is said that this step cannot be achieved.

In the center of the splendid underground palace, there is an ancient bronze coffin, and oil lamps with faint flames are still placed on the four 44 corners.

The oil in it is obviously not simple, but a very special race. With a special method, the oil refined from the bones of the spine can burn for countless years without going out.

In the ancient bronze coffin, the warrior immortal who was in the eight wilderness and ten regions was sleeping.

After arriving here, the old man was even more respectful, and carefully approached the jade pot in his hand to the ancient bronze coffin, letting the light balls float out and finally fall into it.

"grown ups.……"

He spoke respectfully and wanted to report what had happened to the outside world, including the tragic death of Li Xiu.

"I already know."

An indifferent voice came from the bronze ancient coffin, very old, but also extremely weak.

After all, Li Xiu was his freshman, and his mind was connected. Even though there was an endless distance between things in the Shen family, he still knew.

However, he was different from Li Xiu after all, although there were some waves, but it was not to the point of anger.

"Then, sir, how to repay Gu Changge's revenge?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then asked respectfully.

"I don't need to worry about it in advance. I will condense a new body after a while. The people of the Gu family are not easy to mess with."

"What's more, my enemies... I'm afraid they already know that I'm not dead."

"Let him be proud for a while."

The weak voice in the ancient bronze coffin resounded again.

He was very self-deprecating. He didn't expect that he, who was once aloof, would actually

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