Chapter 628

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Suddenly, a hoarse voice blended with Luo Fenghua's disembodied voice. It was Xu Shuanglin who was singing in harmony. The voice was choked and so unpleasant, like a broken gong or rotten iron, but it was still so stubborn and responded like no one else. .

"This, this is the Corpse Demon?" Xue Zhengyong was stunned, "What on earth is going on?"

There was obviously more than one person who had the same doubts as him. Even Jiang Xi frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing, with doubts in his eyes.

The golden light floated, and Luo Fenghua slowly took shape. His eyebrows, nose bridge, and lips became more and more clear. In Cen Yuan's peaceful singing, Hua Binan suddenly shouted: "Quick! The corpse demon is about to take shape!!"

Shi Mo kept a low profile all the way, probably because he knew that he was inconspicuous and didn't speak much. At this time, he suddenly turned to Hua Binan and said loudly: "Senior Holy Hand made a mistake, this is not a corpse demon! It is..."

It's the rebirth formation.

Mo Ran already knew it in his heart.

Yes, what Shi Mo said is right, this is not the zombie demon formation, this is the rebirth formation!

But when a group of people gather together, will everyone believe in an unknown minor cultivator or a prestigious medicine master? As soon as Hua Binan said that the zombie demon was about to take shape, no matter how much Shi Mo refuted it, for most people, the most important thing was to save their own lives. Immediately, a flying dark cyan shadow flew past them at high speed. Before Xu Shuanglin could react, the shadow stabbed a dagger filled with spiritual power towards the barrier.

"No!!!""

That blow violently shattered Luo Fenghua's spiritual core. The golden light of the barrier flickered for a moment, then dispersed and disintegrated.

"No! Don't! Master! Master!!"

Xu Shuanglin suddenly got up and roared, knocking the man down in the air and flying a few feet away. It was the Guyueye monk who followed Hua Binan's instructions at the critical moment. He suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood - Xu Shuanglin used this blow to He was so ruthless that even though he was at the end of his crossbow, the man was knocked to the ground by him, curled up on the ground and moaning, and soon lost his breath.

But it's too late.

The monk's death would not change anything.

Xu Shuanglin tried his best to retrieve Luo Fenghua's ghost body and spirit core from the 18th level of purgatory, but it had already cracked a big hole. He crawled all the way to Luo Fenghua and tried to pull Luo Fenghua's clothes, but the gathered human form had begun to fall apart. Luo Fenghua's clothes were like sand between his fingers and water in the basket, and he couldn't hold them no matter what.

"Master...Master..."

He shouted this first.

Then he became crazy, with a ferocious and trembling light in his eyes.

"Luo Fenghua! Luo Fenghua!!"

Useless.

No matter what he calls or calls him.

Luo Fenghua's afterimage was quickly dissipating, and in the end, it turned into tens of thousands of fluorescent lights, blowing into the wind...

Nothing is left.

Xu Shuanglin knelt there blankly, upright, and his whole body looked very stiff.

He doesn't move.

Don't cry.

No more shouting.

On the soul-calling stage, in the biting wind, a cracked spiritual core lost its light and fell to the ground, dim and colorless.

The spiritual currents of the magic circle that were originally going to be gathered into Luo Fenghua's reborn limbs were now like thousands of catkins, floating and swirling, dotted with stars, floating and sinking.

Xu Shuanglin knelt in this dream of dust and smoke.

After a long time, he seemed to be murmuring, and seemed to be laughing at himself, and said: "It is best to be young and young, to ride a horse with light hooves and see the whole world?"

What a tune.

When he was a child, he often heard Luo Fenghua sing.

The catkins in his eyes became the past years. Among the flying golden catkins, he saw the scene when he first met his master when he was a child——

At that time, he and his brother were still young, and his father took them to the front of Confucianism Academy. It was autumn at that time. There was a green old orange tree in the academy. The tree was covered with heavy fruits. Under the fruit tree, two A man was chatting, a man with a plain appearance and a shallow expression who would be quickly lost in a crowd.

The other one is heroic and majestic.

The father led them over and said, "See your master soon."

His brother immediately rushed to bow down and said to the man with extraordinary bearing: "My disciple Nangong Liu, pay your respects to the master."

The man waved his hand and said: "I just came to ask Mr. Luo for some knowledge. I am not your master. You two young masters, you have recognized the wrong person."

The father also smiled, led them to the man who didn't look outstanding, and said: "This is your master, Immortal Luo Fenghua."

He raised his head and met Luo Fenghua's shy smile. Luo Fenghua was originally young at that time, but when he was nervous, he looked even more immature. His round eyes reflected the reflections of his two disciples, and his cheeks were slightly red. . The old headmaster took his hand and said to him: "Chang Immortal, my two children have very different temperaments, and the suitable paths of cultivation may be different. I will ask you to be patient and teach them in accordance with their aptitude in the future." "

Luo Fenghua was holding an orange in his hand. He seemed to be trying hard to show the dignity that a teacher should have, but the hand that kept turning and rubbing the orange revealed his youthfulness and shyness.

Nangong Liu was a ghost. He immediately went up and shouted sweetly: "Master Luo, Master Luo."

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