Even Lu Henge didn't expect that Yao Buruo actually had such a trick up his sleeve.
"Brother is a good man."
"Although he usually looks cold and doesn't like to smile, he is better than many people in the fairy world."
Yao Bu Ruo held Qing'er tenderly for a moment.
Then.
Yao Bu Ruo dug out the essence and blood, used the remaining formation of the Wan Yao Marten clan to open up a small space, and sent Qing'er in.
There is a protective formation left by the Wan Yao Marten clan, so ordinary immortals cannot discover this small space.
Finish this.
Yao Bu Ruo looked towards the direction of the Burial Emperor Peak.
"Brother, if I can make it out of my ancestral land alive, I will protect you. If I die in there, Qing'er and my child will be yours to take care of."
Although this was not appropriate, Lu Hen Ge was the only person Yao Bu Ruo could entrust his trust to.
immediately.
Yao is not weak and no longer hesitates.
As the pattern on the forehead, which symbolized the pure bloodline of the Wan Yao Marten clan, burned, the gate to the ancestral land slowly opened, and Yao Bu Ruo flashed and entered.
The entrance to the ancestral land is closed.
The wind whistled softly.
The hometown of the entire Wan Yao Marten clan returned to peace and was no longer home.
......
Emperor Burial Peak.
Lu Hen Ge looked at the living dead in front of him, feeling helpless.
This living dead was too seriously polluted by the corrupt aura of the Void Dojo.
Lu Hen Ge wanted to dispel the corrupt aura, but he really couldn't think of any suitable way.
to be honest.
If the sword intent in this person was not strong enough, he might not even be able to retain this trace of remaining consciousness.
"Can you hear me?"
Lu Hen Ge shouted.
The ancient aura on the ancient sword can temporarily suppress the aura of corruption, but there is no way to dispel it.
Suddenly.
The living dead on the ground shook his neck, and a glimmer of light appeared in his gray eyes: "I beg you to kill me, fellow Taoist! I will never forget your great kindness!"