Chapter 1298 Ling Qiong's Big Lie, Who Is An Mingji?

Ling Qiong suppressed the wild heart that had been buried underground for three hundred years and sent it into Wu Rong's empty chest.

The bloody wounds still existed on Wu Rong's body, and Ling Qiong released powerful spiritual power to repair the wounds for him.

The thunder was rolling in the sky, but not a single thunder struck, as if he had some scruples.

It was not until Wurong Mountain Pass was restored that the dark sky gradually returned to clarity.

Wu Rong's heart returned, and his weak body recovered immediately.

His pale face became a little bloody, and his eyes were still as calm as water, but his expression couldn't hide his surprise: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"I want to say thank you, and I thank you." Ling Qiong sighed in a low voice: "Thanks to you for so many years."

The corners of Wu Rong's lips curled up, but she didn't make a sound.

Over the past thousand years, not only did he protect the main hall, but the memory of his brother being divided and blocked can be said to have exhausted his cultivation.

And the suppression of the three animals in the side hall, it is simply too busy to be exhausted, it can be said that it is very embarrassing.

Although the head of Qingyun Zongwu a thousand years ago was not as good as his senior brother Xuanling, his handsome face was also full of confidantes in the spiritual world, and he lived a happy life.

Over the past thousand years, he has not only lived as an ascetic, but also pinned his life on the belt of his trousers.

If the senior brother comes back a few decades later, he will not only lose his cultivation, but he is afraid that his life will be involved.

Wu Rong narrowed his eyes and swept across the side hall: "Senior brother, what are you going to do next?"

From the moment Gu Jin stepped into the side hall, there was no more fighting sound inside.

Ling Qiong looked at the temple gate with complicated eyes, and said softly: "She always thought that I was An Mingji's three souls and seven souls. I didn't tell her that that kid is a part of my soul."

Wu Rong's face changed greatly when he heard the words, and he turned back suddenly: "Senior brother!"

At that time, my brother went against the sky, stepped into the sea of ​​blood and corpses in the underworld, found and found the ancient divine method, and after the pain of distraction, the soul separated An Mingji's existence, and everything he did was for one person.

Now, the senior brother told him that he had gone through all the pain, but he didn't tell the person who should know the most.

The pain of distraction, even if it is an immortal or a god, has a potential huge danger.

Even after the distraction, the senior brother has to experience the pain of the original distraction day and night.

The land of the corpse and the sea of ​​blood in the underworld is not something that these monks can go to.

As long as they don't ascend for a day, they are all mortals.

Wu Rong will always remember the paranoid and obsessive look on the face of the senior brother who came out of the sea of ​​​​blood.

He was in the land of the sea of ​​blood, traversing the sea of ​​blood, the flesh and blood that was swallowed, and the pain he experienced in it, no one knew.

Wu Rong still remembers that when he went to pick up his senior brother, his long legs had no flesh and blood, but only bones.

"Why didn't senior brother tell her the truth?" Wu Rong fought for Lingqiong.

In his opinion, the senior brother has done so much and spent a thousand years to arrange all this, just to accompany the Taoist companion again.

For thousands of years, every step of the senior brother has been difficult, how can those efforts be easily erased.

The corners of Ling Qiong's lips slowly twitched: "That girl is very stubborn, and only recognizes that stinky boy."

The tone is indulgent, without the slightest complaint, or even inexplicably pampered.

Wu Rong didn't understand, it was his senior brother who was obviously at a disadvantage, but why didn't he have the slightest resentment.

He said coldly: "What about senior brother? Could it be that everything you have done for so many years has been so easily erased? Does that girl still have the heart? Be careful, she might have been tortured for generations!"

Ling Qiong looked back at him: "Junior brother, you must know that An Mingji is a ray of divine soul that I have divided, and all the main consciousness he generated was born because of me, and his love and hatred for Gu Jin were all because of me. I get up.

Today is no longer the spiritual continent of thousands of years. The thinking of modern people is different from ours. In the spiritual continent, the monks die, and if they want to continue to survive, they can exchange for a skin, continue to live and practice, and even accompany their Taoist companions. In this era, monks Decline, their thinking is a new generation of civilization.

Gu Jin only recognizes An Mingji, then I am An Mingji. If he recognizes the Venerable Xuanling from a thousand years ago, then I am the Venerable Xuanling. I will give whatever she wants, and she is mine in the end. "

All he wanted was a Gu Jin.

To him, the thousand-year-old Luo Yu is Gu Jin, and Gu Jin is Luo Yu.

Their souls are the same, whether it was a thousand years ago or now, she is his.

Wu Rong opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Because the senior brother is right, for the past thousand years, everything they have done is to bring the senior brother's Taoist companion back to him.

Today, regardless of the process, they have done it.

"Junior brother, open the spiritual spring in the back mountain, and I will retreat for the next three years."

For thousands of years, his cultivation has been stagnant. If he wants to return to his peak period, he must rely on the spiritual spring of Qingyun Sect to improve.

The spiritual spring in the back mountain is more extensive than the spiritual energy and stream in the Gu Jin space.

"Okay." Wu Rong responded.

Ling Qiong stared at the side hall: "I'm afraid it's about to end, you should recall the disciples of Qingyun Sect as soon as possible, and rectify the sect as soon as possible."

"I'll make arrangements."

...

Inside the hall.

After the door to the hall was closed behind him, Gu Jin calmly walked towards the center of the hall.

Under the gaze of An Mingji's three souls, she only said one sentence: "Are you going to follow me obediently, or shall I take you away?"

Gu Jin could feel that the three An Mingji souls in front of her were not low in cultivation, far exceeding hers, but she was not afraid at all.

With space in hand, she can take them away with just a little thought.

One of them, An Mingji, obediently walked up to Gu Jin.

The anger between his brows receded, his eyes stared at Gu Jin ignorantly, he raised his hand and touched her face, his heart softened suddenly.

Like a ghost, he said softly, "I'll go with you."

Gu Jin held his hand, "Good."

The words fell, and the other party was instantly sent to the space.

She looked at the remaining two again: "How about you?"

The first one is so good, and naturally there are also bad ones.

The remaining two, seeing that the opponents who were still fighting with them before, had disappeared, although they had a good impression of Gu Jin, they were still a little wary.

Seeing their expressions, Gu Jin curled up the corners of his lips.

Without giving the two a chance to speak, Gu Jin rushed forward and sent them into the space.

As for beating and scolding them, you can't let outsiders see jokes, and you can say anything in space.

Gu Jin also disappeared in place and entered the space.

When she came to the space, she saw three souls standing by the stream, staring at An Mingji who had been immersed in the water for two years and never woke up.

Gu Jin walked up to them, pointed to An Mingji soaked in the stream, and said as softly as possible: "That's your body, and now it merges with the body in the past."