Outside the cave, Changtingwan had already withdrawn his hand and appeared high above the platform with everyone.

Because at the last moment, they could no longer bear the soul pressure released by Zhou Xuanqing.

Too strong and terrible.

"It's been thousands of years, and I've seen him release his soul for the first time."

"Save Fang Yourong, such a big battle?"

"Is it because of the tribulation?"

"By the way, is the little cabbage who survived the tribulation?"

It was said that it was Xiao Baicai, but the expressions of everyone present were very strange.

Because they all saw the hundreds of thunder tribulation with their own eyes!

What this means is impossible for a group of old ginger to know, so, the little cabbage is a little cabbage, but it is also a peerless treasure.

"We are really a Feng Shui treasure land, no matter it is a thousand or a hundred years, we have never been able to accept it."

The dignified woman couldn't help laughing, her eyes drifted past the long pavilion and swept through the cave.

"There is one here, two inside, and I heard there is one outside."

"Four, enough."

"Bao Wuque's future inheritance will last for three thousand years."

These big guys and old gods were talking. In their words, they didn't seem to be very resentful to the Wuque Sect who had been imprisoned for countless years, but instead felt a terrible sense of identity.

Well, this is a strong "maternal love and fatherly love" from a group of old perverts to a group of little perverts.

Changting watched coldly at the sidelines, and when he heard this, he just raised his eyebrows lightly and turned his face.

In the past, I only thought that the outside was boring, but now I also think... it may not be.

"It's almost over."

The taciturn middle-aged man in red robe suddenly spoke.

Everyone became quiet because they were moving inside.

The breath has an extra soul breath.

Not the little cabbage.

"Fang Yourong?"

Changtingwan was a mysterious and most sensitive person. She realized that if Fang Yourong had this soul aura, she might not be the same as Fang Yourong as before.

At least the soul texture is different.

"Mutualized?" Changtingwan turned the Buddhist beads on his lower wrist, thinking about something.

But she was unable to capture this soul breath for analysis because the wind was moving.

The sky and earth are shining brightly, and the light covers the mountains and forests. When it comes, it reaches the vastness and reach the cave.

A beam of light, surging and vast, reaching everything.

The tribulation has been completed.

Regardless of cultivation or soul.

The glory has become.

When Fang Yourong woke up, the light had not yet dissipated, and it was originally white and comfortable with golden light.

This is the brilliance of heaven and earth, and it is the brightest and flawless brilliance of this world.

She opened her eyes and saw...a fat face.

A cat.

The fat cat, slid around the edge of the coffin, looked at her with beautiful eyes, and she could even see her appearance through her pupils.

Pale, weak, but has returned to the world.

She remained silent for a while, as if she had no surprise and joy of resurrection, nor was she confused or helpless, but only calm down.

"Where is Qingqiu?"

"Ah, Chuchu is still in the stove."

"stove?"

Jiaojiao scratched her big head with the cat's tail, and simply crawled over the edge, and fell into the coffin. When she was about to fall on Fang Yourong's legs, she held her neck with one hand and hesitated. Thinking of the way that a fat cat's owner would usually raise him, Fang Yourong still carried him into his arms. It was dry and not gentle, and she had no intention of rubbing and teasing him.

But Jiaojiao was not angry at all, why?

Ah, my senior sister returned from resurrection and was still as extraordinary as ever, not as always.

They are all pale and weak. Obviously, Senior Sister Fang's posture is much more arrogant than her own Yuyu Bichi.

It is like a famous sword in autumn water, which has both the sharpness and clearness that can be hidden and unsheathed, and also the calmness of wandering alone in mist and rain.

After waking up, I sat up and lie against the coffin wall. My hair was soft to wrap my shoulders and waist, and my quiet thoughts were enough to make people fascinated.

However, Jiaojiao also noticed some changes in Fang Yourong, which were changes from the soul, and this change would only affect everything that would affect her over time.

Fang Yourong is calm and does not like to talk much. He looked up in peace and found that there was a large alchemy furnace in front of him.

She was silent for a moment, as if she had figured out something, and relaxed her breath, then stood up, came out of the ice coffin, and looked at Zhou Xuanqing, who was sitting in a chair and drinking tea on the other side.

With just one look, she put down Jiaojiao and raised her hand to bow.

"I'm so kind tolerant, thank you for helping me."

Zhou Xuanqing sat in the light, and was wearing another white dress and black hair, no different from before.

The cold is cold, the fairy style max.

"I've been distracted for a long time and it has nothing to do with me."

"If you want to thank me, thank the little cabbage inside."

Little cabbage?

It was strange. Although I didn’t think Qingqiu was a little cabbage in my heart, Fang Yourong still understood who the other party was instantly.

She looked at the Great Pill Furnace and felt the terrifying flame inside.

Nanming Lihuo?

She frowned and subconsciously looked down at her hands. It seemed like the difference between heaven and earth for more than a few hours. Besides, there were ice coffins, and... the means of returning her soul to the position was particularly superb.

The most important thing is ~~

"Is it the vitality she gave me?"

She didn't ask Zhou Xuanqing, but she asked her fat Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao already knew that Qin Yu had passed this level, and Senior Sister Jia had also rescued her. She was in a good mood. She liked to eat when she was in a good mood, so she ate it with a piece of dried beef.

"Woo? Yes, that must be my Qiuqiu. Who would treat you as nice as her?"

"Okay, there must be some, after all, you look so good."

Fang Yourong thinks that this fattening cat is the virtue of his family.

The way to praise people is always the same.

He was straightforward and not tactful, just like the bandits who came down the mountain to fight the house and robbed the house and saw the young woman teasing her.

She raised her eyebrows calmly and looked at Jiaojiao quietly.

Jiaojiao was very nervous and had already listed Fang Yourong as her senior sister. She had no pressure at all, so she chewed the jerky meat and muttered, "But there are very few who can be as capable as she can take action."

His original intention was to protect his shortcomings, and he did not want people to know about his own fish and fish's efforts, because she died for her own fish and fish, and fish knew about it.

Then the other way around should be the case.

But he bothered Bali and said that there was no extreme reaction.

It's as light as autumn water.

Not cute at all.

Jiaojiao pouted. She originally wanted to criticize the other party, but when she saw the other person's face, he lowered his head.

Oh, bear it, bear it.

You are not much different from your Qiuqiu.

It all depends on the face.

Huh? Is this irony? That must be.

Jiaojiao was a little angry and retorted: "Then do you fight against her? You fight against her."

The Golden Wall stops talking.

I'll fight you with a hammer.

The only person I have to chat with is you two!

When a cat and a wall beeping, Fang Yourong's eyes suddenly trembled, and there was movement in the Great Dan furnace.

smell.

There is a smell.

It emits lightly.
Chapter completed!