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The destructive power of a boy who has fallen into madness is astonishing and terrifying.

He Huan used all his strength to hug the lunatic in front of him. Regardless of the violence the little lunatic exerted on him, he stretched out his trembling hand and patted the young man's thin shoulders, murmuring in a low voice.

"It's okay...it's okay..."

Feeling the gentle and harmless comfort, Xi Leng slowly calmed down, his pupils were clear, and he found himself being held in someone's arms, and his breathing became short of breath for a moment.

When he noticed the messy tree scene around him and the injuries on He Huan's body, he felt that he couldn't breathe, although ghosts don't need to breathe.

He Huan felt the moisture on his shoulders and stiffened for a moment. The young man seemed to have been greatly wronged, and from the silent tears he let out heart-piercing cries little by little.

This hug was too important to him, He Huan also felt it, he didn't let go, and let the boy cry to his heart's content.

Qi Leng's past was full of darkness and disdain. When he woke up, he saw He Huan, who was dripping blood all over his body, and opened his arms. That kind of gentle kindness was like a furnace in the cold and lonely youth. The world is burning.

Back home, He Xu looked at the only bed in the house and felt worried. Xi Leng was always observant at home, so he didn't go with his mother in the year of his mother's death. At this moment, He Xu hesitated, He smiled foolishly and said, "Master, I'm a ghost and don't need to rest."

Turning around, he groaned to help up the wooden basin that he had thrown on the ground, He Huan watched him running around in bewilderment, and poured out a new basin of hot water.

Xi Leng put the tub in front of the bed, rolled up his sleeves: "Master, Xi Leng will wash your feet."

He Huan stood still, with mixed emotions in his heart, Xi Leng urged him again, but He Huan still didn't respond, he became flustered for a moment, and his trembling voice couldn't be kept steady: "Master, do you think... I don't It is allotted to you to wash your feet..."

He Huan shook his head and opened his mouth to explain: "You are not my servant, and I don't need a servant. You have to remember, I brought you back to help you, only to let you do good things in the future. Now, wash your feet yourself, sleep!"

Xi Leng was stiff, it was difficult for him to be himself, he was used to lying down and being small, and he was terrified.

He Huan pretended to be disappointed, almost overflowing from his eyes.

Xi Leng's heart skipped a beat, and he forced himself to wash his feet calmly.

He Huan lay down on his own, the young man hurriedly blew off the lights, the room suddenly became dark, he groped to pour out the footwashing water, rinsed the wooden shed several times with clean water, and then crawled to He Huan's side and lay down , a heart hanging in his throat slowly fell, and he really fell into a dream.

Xi Leng thought why he took him in slowly, because he wanted him to stay by his side all the time.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes the next day, He Suan pointed to the bed, Xi Leng got off the bed without any precautions, and was instantly teleported to the ghost world by the formation on the soles of his feet.

He Suan never thought of leaving someone by his side. At night, he just saw that the little ghost was dependent on him and could no longer be stimulated, so he didn't send him away immediately. But ghosts are ghosts. If all ghosts stay in the world, then Messed up.

He Suan soon forgot about Xi Leng, this incident was just a trivial matter to him.

Therefore, if Xi Leng didn't tell him, he probably would never know how the dignified ghost king came to his door to cooperate with him in killing—the sound of white mist.

When Fu Shen came back from Mount Taiqing, Xi Leng put away his staring gaze at He Huan, turned around to greet him, and found that Fu Shen was in complete condition, and was greatly surprised. Bookish: "I have heard the name of the prince for a long time."

Fu Shen read the ball given to him by the Emperor of Heaven, and naturally recognized the ghost king who ruled the ghost world. He raised his eyelids and took a light look at Xi Leng, which was extremely subtle.

Qi Leng's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and he lost half of the air of a young scholar.

Speaking of which, the resurrection of Bai Wusheng is also inextricably related to Xi Leng.

Master and apprentice for thousands of years, it is well known that He Suan killed Bai Wusheng in the 1000th year.

The ghost king is extremely good at hiding. Throughout the ancient times till now, no one dares to recognize the number one if he dares to be number two.

That day, under the dense dungeon, the ghost king still played chess with Xi Leng.

All of a sudden, He Xu felt a throbbing in his heart, maybe the two of them had lived for thousands of years, and when the ghost king didn't detect anything, He Xu gasped heavily and disrupted the chessboard.

"You hide, today is the day."

There was no beginning or end of a sentence, but Xi Leng knew clearly in his heart. He tied He Huan's limbs and hid himself on the wall of the dungeon. Sure enough, without a stick of incense, Xi Leng also sensed a powerful force towards The secret here is approaching!

When the sound of white mist hit He Huan, Xi Leng couldn't believe that it was a person. He had heard that the prince of the fairy world was raised by the Emperor of Heaven with bloody methods. It was dangerous and terrifying, but now he looked like he was heartless and emotionless. the weapon!The whole body exudes an aura that must show its sharpness, but that sharp aura suddenly changed suddenly when it saw He Huan.

The ghost king's uneasiness started when He Huan's blade pierced Bai Wusheng's chest.

He stared at He Huan, He Huan tilted his head and smiled at this moment, the smile dissipated with the sound of white mist, and his breath also sank.

At that moment, Xi Leng regretted like never before, killing Bai Wusheng, he thought he would have everything, but at this moment, he understood very clearly that Bai Wusheng's death could only deprive him of what he wanted most forever, nothing to do. Retrievable!

He Suan was still immersed in his emotions, and he didn't notice what Xi Leng did when he showed his figure.

Xi Leng sacrificed the supreme magic weapon of the ghost world, and kept a strand of Bai Wusheng's soul.

And far away in the sky, at the feet of the Emperor of Heaven, there is a talisman array, which crazily absorbs his vitality, and at the same time condenses another person's soul that has been shattered into dust—it is the sound of white mist.

No one can save the god who died under the sword of killing gods, and the supreme magic weapon of the ghost world can only pick up one ten thousandth of a broken soul, and the only one who can save Bai Wusheng is the blood relative sacrifice formation!Even blood relatives have to...

But it was also because of Xi Leng's attack that the Heavenly Emperor didn't fully sacrifice and was able to keep a ray of remnant soul.

Tell Fu Shen everything after ten thousand years.

Fu Shen suppressed the coldness in his heart, and said to the ghost king casually: "He fell asleep."

The ghost king nodded stiffly, but didn't say anything nonsense, and watched Fu Shen and He Xu live together in the same room.

When he came this time, he originally thought that Fu Shen was still holding the remnant soul in his hand. In that case, He Huan would not know who the remnant soul was, but Xi Leng knew, so he could pretend not to know and start over again. Let's start with He Huan, let's see who He Huan will choose this time - but the sound of white mist is all back...

Fu Shen walked into the room, He Xu naturally still hadn't woken up, he smiled, poured out the ashes of the other shore flowers that He Xu had used for these years, lit the white plum fragrance that He Xu liked in the past, and sat beside He Xu's bed in a daze .

The birthday of the Emperor of Heaven.

At that time, among the immortals and demons, under the leadership of Bai Wusheng, the demon world in the immortal world was retreating steadily, until... the battle before his death did not dare to repeat it.

Two happy events add up, Xianjing is unprecedentedly noisy, the fairies are versatile, cranes shuttle and wander among the clouds and buildings, and the fairy mansion with the sound of white mist is even more lively. Xian'e's hands are sore and they haven't finished rewarding.

He Xugang was taken back to the sky from the Earth Temple by Bai Wusheng and Abao, and he was speechless in the face of such a big situation.

"As expected of Master, congratulations, Master."

It stands to reason that at this time, the disciple should present the treasure to congratulate the master, but Bai Wusheng was satisfied with the few words of his big disciple, and said with a smile: "Everyone stop, send everything to Huan Huan, I can't let it go gone."

He Xu thought it was okay, and hurriedly stopped him: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness. It's just that this disciple recently studied some talisman arrays for the Emperor's birthday, so it is inconvenient for people to enter and exit."

Bai Wusheng gave up and asked him to choose the one he likes, and He Suan picked the fragrance of flowers from the other shore.

Bai Wusheng was puzzled: "Remember, teacher, you don't love the fragrance of flowers from the other shore."

He Huan nodded, and turned his gaze to a spiritual plant: "Master, can the fragrance of flowers from the other shore make people see the dead person they care about in their hearts?"

He Huan looked at Bai Wusheng and nodded casually, knowing that he didn't want to continue this topic, so he put away the things. Bai Wusheng thought that the person He Xu wanted to see was his parents' clan... He Huan didn't explain.

In the evening, He Huan sorted out the talisman array page by page, compiled it into a book, and took it to the Emperor's birthday banquet with the sound of white mist.The celestial families gave the gifts to the celestial beings at the banquet gate, and Bai Wusheng sent his gifts up and waited on the spot. He Xu also handed the gifts to the celestial e, but He Huan didn't move.

After a while, He Suan finally realized that the sound of white mist was waiting for him, and he explained in a low voice, "I...I intend to hand over the gift to the Emperor of Heaven in person, because I am afraid that...the Emperor of Heaven will not take it seriously."

After finishing speaking, his eyes turned red, and he stared fixedly at the sound of the white mist.

Bai Wusheng couldn't see him like this, so he rubbed He Huan's head soothingly, said nothing, went directly to the banquet without taking a seat, stood under the eyelids of the Heavenly Emperor and the immortal family, and said with a calm smile: "Father , the little disciple worked hard to create a formation and dedicated it to the father."

The Emperor of Heaven gave him face, took the book and read it on the spot, his face changed drastically for a moment, but he calmed down: "Young people are awesome."

So all the immortals began to brag about Baiwu's sound, wisdom and eyes, and they accepted a good disciple.

In the talisman array received by the Emperor of Heaven, it was indeed exquisite. For a while, when the sound of white mist shattered under the sword of killing gods, it turned the tide.