Chapter 433 Looking for Her
The Ghost King didn't know how many times his body was pierced by the sword shadows. His soul was scattered and he could only feel waves of pain.
But every time he was about to faint, a mysterious force would pull at his head, forcing him to stay awake.
Being able to clearly see that your life is passing away.
But in the end, both his body and soul were riddled with holes, and the Ghost King had lost basic consciousness.
But Lu Wuhui over there did not feel happy at all, all he had was an empty heart.
It was as if he had lost all goals, and he just kept pushing Silence to pass through the bloody figure in front of him.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone looked at the scene in the sky in fear and trepidation.
The scenes changed one after another, and their hearts were like the rolling waves.
First, there was the helplessness and reluctance of the ghost clan to control the battlefield, then there was the hope of Luo Diandian's appearance, and then there was the sadness of a man and a ghost dying together.
In the end, there was a one-sided bloody massacre in the sky. This venting behavior made their scalps tingle.
The scene in the sky lasted for a very long time.
It lasted so long that the Ghost King's aura had completely vanished, yet it still continued.
The Holy Ruins and the Immortal Alliance were the first to dismiss some of their cultivators to deal with the remaining demons in turmoil and to investigate the remaining ghosts in various continents.
Although the people of the Wu Clan were extremely sad, they had no choice but to obey the call of the Holy Ruins and return to Nanzhou with Xinglan to deal with the remaining matters.
The same is true for all sects.
As the leader of Xinglan Sect, Xiao Ying'er holds an important position, but she doesn't want to leave at all.
But looking at Lu Wuhui's back, which looked a little crazy, she was silent for a long time, suddenly thought of something, and flew away.
Even though everyone in the world of immortal cultivation admired and felt sorry for Luo Diandian's sacrifice of his life, after the war, everything needed to be rebuilt.
Life still has to go on, but there are always people who can't get out of it in a short time.
The only people present were those who were familiar with Lu Wuhui and those who could not believe that Luo Diandian had disappeared.
Shao Xiaoling burst into tears and lay on the transformed Bai Jiujun. His long tail gently swept across her to comfort her.
Liu Chunqiu also seemed to have aged several times. He was helped to sit down by his disciples and stared blankly at the sky.
Li Changfeng and Han Qing looked at Lu Wuhui's back. They found it hard to accept both his appearance and Luo Diandian who had already left.
The affairs of the Sword Sect were handed over to the remaining elders. They just stood there quietly watching Lu Wuhui's back and sighing constantly.
In the sky, Lu Wuhui watched as the last trace of ghost energy disappeared under the continuous attacks of Jiemie, and then he stopped his actions.
But what should we do after it is eliminated?
Finally, Jiemie slowly stopped in front of him. Lu Wuhui narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his hand.
He said he would find her no matter where she was.
Then, the dark blue spiritual energy cleared the bloodstains above, and slowly controlled Silence to attack himself.
Sensing his thoughts, Jiemie instinctively wanted to retreat.
He struggled desperately, but the irresistible force came over him and Jiemie grabbed his neck.
The next moment, a bloodstain appeared, and a layer of blood splashed out.
Without any delay, Jiemie was released and spun anxiously in place.
Lu Wuhui just sat there quietly, feeling the blood flowing and his life slowly fading away.
Maybe she felt the same way at the time.
Li Changfeng and Han Qing, who had been on the ground for a long time, saw this, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they stood up suddenly.
Fly up quickly.
"Xiao Luzi, why are you——"
But Lu Wuhui just waved his hand lightly, and the barrier isolated the two of them.
No matter what the two were talking about, he remained unmoved.
A long time passed like this, until Xiaohuo and Xiao Ying'er, who had returned, appeared at the same time.
When Lu Wuhui saw Xiaohuo's swollen eyes from crying, he had several different reactions.
Take care of the small fire
Live well
At this moment, I suddenly remembered what she said before she died.
Although he had not promised her, he realized that this was the only thing that connected him to her.
Lu Wuhui raised his hand and let the man and the beast in.
Xiaohuo still held out hope after coming in. He sniffed around, but he only smelled the smell of blood in the air. The familiar scent was gone.
"Mmmmm..."
He looked at Lu Wuhui's appearance at the moment again.
Xiaohuo immediately covered his eyes with his two little paws, sobbing and gasping for breath.
Wuuwuwu, no one wants it anymore, why? Wuuwuwu...
Xiao Ying'er looked at Lu Wuhui, half of his body soaked in blood, and her pupils suddenly shrank. She hurried forward and wanted to use her spiritual energy to help him stop the bleeding.
But how could someone who wanted to die be stopped so easily?
After her hand stopped abruptly, Xiao Ying'er knew that everything was in vain and could only push the thing in her hand in front of him with her spiritual energy.
It is an ordinary ceramic lucky cat used in front of shops.
"There's still a wisp of her soul here."
After saying this, Lu Wuhui suddenly opened his eyes and took the object in front of him.
After investigating with his spiritual sense, he really sensed a weak breath in it.
"There is still hope, don't give up."
Xiao Ying'er said these self-deceiving words with great difficulty.
There are many magical weapons in the world of cultivating immortals that can gather souls. As long as that girl's soul has not completely dissipated and escaped into reincarnation, there is still hope.
But to be honest, this possibility is very small under the same fate formation.
But one person is already gone, and if the remaining person has no desire to follow the other person, then she really can't accept it anymore.
In fact, Lu Wuhui was also very clear about this. The possibility of being able to gather Luo Diandian's soul was very small, so he sought death.
Because when he said looking for it, he really meant looking for it.
After all, even if he escapes into reincarnation and falls into the underworld, he will be able to forcibly take the person back after he returns to his place.
But what he saw before him changed his mind.
If he wanted to take this thing away with him, he would have to die alone, and only his soul would be able to leave.
What's more, the beast is too noisy. If something unexpected happens during this period, it will be difficult to explain.
Lu Wuhui then looked at Xiaohuo who was crying bitterly, grabbed it, and stood up.
"good."
He responded without any emotion, and with a wave of his hand, the blood in the sky was completely wiped out.
Then with a flash of his figure, a man and a beast appeared on the sword peak.
Xiaohuo was still sobbing quietly, but she was looking at Lu Wuhui secretly.
After all, now they were the only two left to depend on each other, so it carefully pulled his robe on the ground.
Lu Wuhui glanced at it, thinking about how Luo Diandian took good care of it every day.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"Don't cry, practice well, and I'll take you to find her."
It was a dry sentence, but it could barely be considered a comfort.
If Luo Diandian knew what happened after she left, she would definitely jump up and kick him in anger.
"Hmm?"
Really?
Xiaohuo immediately wiped away her tears and looked up at Lu Wuhui.
Lu Wuhui did not explain any further, but walked forward and pushed open the door of the hall.
The completely changed scene inside made him pause for a moment.
Although covered with a layer of dust, the place was full of life, which still made Lu Wuhui feel other emotions.
He noticed that his body was stained with blood, and the spiritual energy brushed over his wounds to heal them, and the blood dripping from the hem of his clothes disappeared.
He slowly stepped in, and after looking around, his eyes were clearly fixed on a dusty painting on the wall.
My breathing suddenly stopped.
Xiaohuo also carefully came to his feet at this time and looked up at the painting in front of him.
"Mmmmm."
We drew this together, isn't it awesome?
Just when Xiaohuo turned around and looked at the people around him.
On that cold and hard profile, it actually saw an imperceptible mark.
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