It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Venerable Lingxu turned his back, looked at the misty sky, and said quietly: "You are the spirit body of heaven and earth, the incarnation of Yinglong, you should know that your flesh and blood can kill people and live bones."

Chu Ci asked nervously, "Apart from this, do you need anything else?"

Venerable Lingxu said: "After recovering his flesh and blood body, he needs to be sent down to the mortal world to restore his primordial spirit. How long it will take depends on his own good fortune.

It's just that his soul is not stable, and his physical body is also reshaped, so every time he reincarnates, he will have defects, or his limbs will be mutilated, or he may become blind, deaf, or smacking.

Even so, do you want to save him? "

An extremely gentle smile slowly appeared on Chu Ci's white face, tears welled up in his eyes because of the extreme excitement, and he said without hesitation: "I want to save him!"

Venerable Lingxu looked at his obsessive appearance and shook his head, and warned: "There is another extremely important point you need to remember, during his calamity, no matter what happened to him, such as being Swearing, being whipped, being exiled, even if he died in front of you, you can't intervene."

Chu Ci's heart tightened, "Will he...will experience these things?"

Venerable Lingxu said: "This is just the worst plan." Chu Ci was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard him continue: "In this world, the rules of the three realms have their own way, even if you are a god, you can't violate it. You It needs to be guaranteed, no matter what happens, he has to watch it from the sidelines, if he intervenes rashly, at least he will need to re-enter reincarnation and suffer from the pain of repairing the primordial spirit for a lifetime, or at worst, the primordial spirit will collapse and disappear forever between heaven and earth."

Chu Ci responded extremely seriously, "I remember."

Venerable Lingxu sighed: "For the rest, you can just read the scroll, so I won't go into details."

Chu Ci bowed to Venerable Lingxu and made a big salute, gratefully saying, "Thank you, Venerable."

Venerable Lingxu took one last look at the young man, and then looked at the aurora in the sky again. The aurora was extremely gorgeous, and it was a beautiful sight in the world. Talented people came out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Their era has passed That's it, leave the rest to these young people...

Chu Ci bid farewell and left, the excitement was beyond words, but now there seemed to be thousands of brilliance hidden in the eyes that were empty before, and they were dazzling——

Liyang, I can save you now!

According to the scroll, Chu Ci chose the most favorable location for Liyang to restore his Yuanshen, and finally decided to draw a formation with blood in an inaccessible place in Taibai Xianshan. god.

After finishing these, he hurried back to Beidou Tiangong, arranged everything vigorously and announced the retreat.

At this moment, he was locked in the room alone, and there were many barriers inside and outside the room, and his whole body was extremely excited, as if glowing.

He carefully took out his bones from the Qiankun bag and held them tightly in his arms. It was the first time that the always decisive and wise Lord Big Dipper smiled so happily, like a fool.

He smiled, calling the name of the person in his arms over and over again emotionally, the smile on his lips couldn't stop.

He kissed his forehead for the last time, gently put down his remnant body, and then summoned the Zhitian Sword with his hand, he wanted to cut off his own wings and reshape his flesh and blood body.

Yinglong was born with two wings, ordinary artifacts can't cut it off at all, but the ancient artifact Zhitian Sword can!

The Zhitian sword hangs in the air, and the golden sword light around it is shining brightly. The sword's edge is extremely sharp, and it cuts iron like mud.

Chu Ci's eyes flickered and Ying Long's real body was transformed into the air. After the snow-white Ying Long's real body circled around the lifeless man for a few times, he resolutely rushed in the direction of Zhitianjian! !

One wing was cut off, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of dark red blood, and fell heavily from the air.

The pure white body is finally stained with the dust of the world...

Not enough, to save him, this is not enough!

He struggled, barely stood up from the ground crookedly, and then rose into the air again!

Blood splattered three feet! ! !

Suffering such a serious injury, he could no longer stand up, his shoulder blades were dripping with blood, and the sticky blood almost dyed his whole body red.

It was dark in front of him, but he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep, he still had important things to do, he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't come back after sleeping...

Liyang... I want to save you...

Little by little, he crawled towards that person, and managed to hold his hand. Even though blood kept overflowing from his mouth, he still smiled brightly.

He exhausted all his strength to forcefully sit up, the wound on his back made him feel unbearable pain, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on casting spells. He refined the severed wings and blended them into the crippled body, only Seeing that originally bloody and incomplete body was surrounded by a layer of hazy white light, and after this layer of light dissipated, the original body finally recovered, the body gradually warmed up, and the heart and pulse were restored. Started beating.

Chu Ci fell down beside the living dead exhaustedly, stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, wept with joy, his body was no longer cold...it was a success...

He pressed against his forehead, stretched out his hand to gently caress his gradually rosy face, and kissed every inch of his brows and eyes delicately——

"I'll wait for your return..."

He could finally have something to look forward to.

Chuci cast a spell to seal the rare unicorn jade bone on his body, and then sent him down to the earth to repair the primordial spirit.But he was worried, endured the unhealed wound on his body, and followed him to the mortal world.

However, the scene in front of him completely stunned him.

In the dark night, heavy snow fell, and there was not even a tiny warm light on both sides of the road. The biting cold wind ragingly blew across his cheeks, blowing off the tears that had crossed his cheeks.

In this heavy snow, a baby with a broken arm who was still in his infancy was thrown on the side of the road.

There are no pedestrians on the road, only broken souls.

Chu Ci ran over regardless, even though the two hideous wounds on his back were still bleeding.

He held the baby gently in his arms in grief, his throat was sore, he choked up and couldn't say a word, he just pressed his cheeks tightly against him, the pain on his body was not a millionth of the pain in his heart One, this is his sweetheart, whom he treats with great respect, who can't wait to hold the whole world in front of him...

How could it be so, how could it be so...

me……

Liyang...

He cried uncontrollably, as if he had lost his whole world.

In this ruthless night of snow and snow, a baby less than half a day old was brutally discarded, and finally froze to death in this ordinary night, ending his short life.

Chu Ci held the baby in despair, found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers for him, dug the grave with his own hands, and erected a tablet without words. He really didn't want to engrave his name on it, so he tried hard to convince himself He is not dead, he is still alive, but his heart is empty, almost suffocating with sadness.

His hands, which had always been spotless, were now covered in mud, and his fingertips were covered with bright red blood. He leaned against the tombstone in a daze, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

In the dream, everything will be fine.