Li Ping'an shouted: "Master."

"Um."

Qing Su closed her eyes, raised her sword fingers to quickly form a seal, and pointed her slender fingers at Mu Cilin rather gently. As Li Ping'an had previously instructed, she wrapped Mu Cilin's soul with the power of immortal consciousness, and brought her back to life.

The soul slowly pulled up.

I saw a shadow slowly flying out of Mu Cilin's chest, more than three inches high, standing in the air, with the same appearance and figure as Mu Cilin.

But behind Mu Cilin's soul, a gray ribbon extended backwards.

At the end of the ribbon is a cloud of gray air, with hands and feet stretching out from the gray air, and more than 1,600 souls that are entangled and difficult to sort out are vaguely visible.

Although he had been mentally prepared before, seeing such a situation actually made Li Ping'an's heart sink.

"Master, hold on to this group of spiritual energy behind you."

"Well, it's stable."

Li Ping'an closed his eyes, and the spiritual spring in his palm was trembling rapidly. He raised his sword fingers with his left hand, and the spiritual spring flew to the fingertips of his left hand. As he moved forward a little, the drop of spiritual spring water that he had transformed flew into

into that aura.

Sighs suddenly came from the spiritual energy.

Fortunately, it was just a sigh and not a cry.

In other words, this entangled soul has no resentment, just some regrets.

After a while, some breath fell off the air mass and transformed into a young woman dressed in white.

She lowered her head to look at Mu Cilin floating below, and couldn't help but feel sad. She lowered her head and shed tears, and whispered: "Cilin, my mother is incompetent and cannot solve this dilemma."

As he spoke, the figure began to slowly disappear.

Li Ping'an suddenly said: "Father."

Li Dazhi nodded, and his immortal power flowed into the Fountain of Youth. According to the method Li Ping'an said, he quickly recited the Taoist Sutra of Saving People and shouted loudly:

"Congratulations to the martyrs of our clan!"

Two green dots slowly rose from the Fountain of Youth. The green dots rotated slightly, drawing away the shadows of a man and a woman wearing battle armor.

The shadow stepped forward to salute Mu Cilin's mother, supported her from left to right, and then walked slowly from east to west, towards the west mountain.

When he couldn't walk more than nine steps, the three phantoms turned into spiritual energy and dissipated at the same time.

Old Man Tianli raised his head and was speechless. Several golden immortals bowed their heads. There were two old women who were a little more sentimental. Although they had seen too many lives and deaths, they could not help but have red eyes.

The first time I succeeded in spiritual interpretation, then I simply repeated the same thing.

Li Ping'an kept taking water from the spiritual spring, constantly refining the spring water, and sent it into the entangled souls. In order from near to far in time, he continued to pick off the souls that should not have been born.

Every time a woman in white falls;

Each time, a wisp of the remnant souls of two immortal soldiers and generals flew out of the water, supporting the woman in white on their way to dissipating between heaven and earth.

Through repeated spell casting, Li Ping'an gained a deeper understanding of the method of spiritual transformation, and his technique became smoother.

He began to take in a ball of spiritual spring water and refine it at the same time. Then he could separate hundreds of drops of spiritual spring water and merge them into the entangled spiritual energy one by one.

A woman in white passed away.

Before they leave, they always look back at the peach blossom forest.

Li Ping'an's complexion gradually became a little pale, and the 'vast' magic power in his body gradually dried up.

Li Ping'an had already anticipated this.

Li Dazhi placed his palms behind Li Ping'an's back. He didn't need to activate the magical powers of father and son. The immortal power from the same origin and sect merged into Li Ping'an's body, and Li Ping'an's magic power was soon filled again.

However, the mana can be replenished, but the power and spirit of the soul cannot be replenished in this way.

After ferrying away more than 600 women in white, Li Ping'an actually felt tired;

After ferrying away half of the women in white, Li Ping'an could no longer hold on, so he could only swallow the elixir, meditate for a while, and then continue with the ferrying process.

Li Dazhi said distressedly: "Do you want to do it again tomorrow? You can hardly hold it anymore."

"I'm just mentally exhausted. I'll just go back and take a nap."

Li Pingan smiled and said:

"Dad, don't keep your seniors waiting. It's safe to finish this matter first."

"Oh, it's up to you," Li Dazhi responded in a low voice.

Qing Su said: "You only come to refine the spiritual spring water, and I will guide the spiritual spring water."

"Okay," Li Pingan agreed.

This division of labor has greatly improved efficiency, and Li Ping'an's burden has been greatly reduced.

Gradually, the entangled spiritual energy was only the size of a fist.

After Li Ping'an crossed one thousand, six hundred and twenty-three souls, the water of Lingquan became as clear as glass.

The fist-sized aura slowly expanded, like a waterfall of green silk hanging from the inside. The aura shrank, and a young woman in a white dress appeared inside, looking at Mu Cilin's soul in front of her with a smile.

Is this the daughter of Li Mu?

Old man Tianli and all the golden immortals stood up to pay their respects at the same time.

Li Ping'an was extremely sleepy at the moment. He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked forward, and suddenly heard a faint singing voice in his ears.

"The soup of the son is there, and it is on the hills. It is full of emotions, but it is hopeless."

Li Ping'an was in a trance, as if he saw a grassland, with groups of strange beasts strolling leisurely, and a girl holding a green bamboo, humming this ballad, driving away the strange beasts that looked like sheep.

The next moment, Li Ping'an closed his eyes, slowly lay back, and was hugged by Qing Su.

In a daze, the girl seemed to be standing in front of him, looking at her with a smile.

'Is it Ningning?'

'I should be Ningning, but Ningning is not me.'

'And who are you?'

'Just think of me as Ning Ning, and from now on there will only be Ning Ning... Thank you very much. This pool of spiritual power will soon dissipate. As a thank you to you, I have kept it for a long time, but the result is...

It's useless...Li Ping'an, right? You have to treat my descendants well, or in other words, treat me well.'

'okay.'

Li Ping'an responded in his heart, and the character 'zigzag' appeared on the head of the little Yuanshen.

Faintly, he heard another sigh.

'It turns out we won.'

All the immortals saw:

The woman in white fell next to the spiritual spring, put her hands in front of her belly, and bowed to the spiritual spring. A little green light flew out of the spiritual spring, and the green light turned into the shadow of a famous immortal soldier and general.

Standing at the edge of the pool.

The woman in white smiled and said, "It's time to go home."

All the soldiers will clasp their fists and salute: "You can go back."

Then, the figure of the woman in white sank into the spiritual spring, and the soldiers sang in a deep voice. The song had the ambition of Sui Man Fu Xi, and the song had the brightness of Shen Nong Xuanyuan.

The soldiers took nine steps to the west and disappeared.

The water of the spiritual spring has disappeared, replaced by a pearl, which falls on the top of Li Ping'an's head, scattering boundless spiritual energy, Qingsu, and Li Dazhi each gets one or two percent.

The orb shrank rapidly, for a moment it was like a bright moon, for a moment it was like a wine bowl, for a moment it was like a dragon's eye, and finally it disappeared.

Wanyun Sect, on Caiyun Peak.

Mu Ningning, who was meditating, yawned, slowly lowered his head and fell asleep, and began to have a long, long dream.

Above the spiritual spring.

Mu Cilin slowly sat up, wisps of vitality escaping from her body. The wrinkles on the back of her hands and neck had disappeared, and the black hair slowly slid down, as if she were an ordinary woman in her twenties or seventies.

The Qingluan hovering in the sky gave a loud cry, folded its wings, shrank its body, and slowly fell downwards.

Sorry, I need to take a day off.

After writing this chapter, I suddenly heard the news that my friend had passed away. I sat in front of the computer for a long time and couldn't write anything for some reason.

I am not involved in the author circle, and I am familiar with only eight or nine authors. July is one of the few author friends I have met offline.

Think about it again... Since the serialization of this book, I have spent time on coding every day, because I know the difficulty of creating this book, the father and son double-crossed, reconstructing the gods, and avoiding repeating the plot of my famous work.

Or something, so I left home early for retreat and lived alone in Weihai. I didn’t go downstairs for several months and kept doing code writing... Now, I suddenly want to go home. I want to go back to my wife and daughter, and I want to take them to spend more time with me.

parents.

The ideal I have established since I was a teenager is to write the best stories so that more people will know that there was such an author. However, I suddenly discovered that it is indeed too selfish to pursue my ideals so obsessively and ignore my family.

Updates should be resumed tomorrow evening, and any missed updates will be made up for.
Chapter completed!