The weak Duanshanjun, who had just been brought out of the Juque Sword, also scolded:

"Did the ancestor not prepare to make a move for such a big thing? What happened to you two? You just came here together? You have been sleeping for thousands of years, and you can't even sleep in your mind?"

"Shut up! Move the mountains!"

Hongchen and Dongling cursed in unison.

He really didn't want to mention his bad experiences before.

But at this time, the three souls were entangled together, and they were all predecessors who had achieved success in their practice a thousand years ago. While they were entangled with each other, the memories of this body were almost shared.

After a few breaths, Dingshan Jun also figured out the whole story.

Hongchen and Dongling are not without preparation.

Both of them have bodies available for use in the Heavenly List, and they also brought seven and a half-step Heavenly List helpers. When necessary, the seven warriors who practiced the Penglai secret technique were their spare "tool people".

Judging from the standards of this era, two heavenly lists, plus seven and a half-step heavenly list, are almost invincible forces in the world.

But who knew that Ren Hao's side brought them a big "surprise".

This is really no wonder that Hongchen and Dongling are not planning well.

They are knowledgeable.

But I have never seen this strange thing tonight.

"Then the mortal Ren Hao is really capable."

As the memory of this collapsed body was browsing, she exclaimed:

"He was able to understand the method of rebellious practice and achieve a yin-yang cycle in his body, which not only blocks you from extracting true energy, but also uses the technique of fighting for life to force you to and from the two of you into a desperate situation.

It is even more rare to be firm in the heart of Tao and to be separated from life and death.

If it were in our era, Ren Hao would be an absolute dragon and phoenix among people, and he would become an immortal king!”

"Enough! Stop and praise your opponent."

The unlucky saying of the King of Hongchen:

"First think about how to solve this problem. If the body collapses, the three of us will become lonely ghosts and have no spiritual energy to replenish. Once the body is protected, this world will immediately squeeze out the only spiritual energy left by the three of us.

At that time, the end of death will be gone in an instant... Hum? Dongling? What are you doing?"

Outside his body, Dongling Jun flew forward a few feet.

He looked at the familiar headless corpse in front of him, and his head that was frozen into an ice lump a few feet away. He rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Hongchen, you practice the immortal path of the world and are quite proficient in the matter of reincarnation and taking over the body. What do you think of this body?"

"I've lost my head!"

When Hongchen Jun heard the inquiry, he was immediately angry. He replied unhappily:

"I have the magical art of reincarnation, but my body is incomplete and Is there any spiritual energy available for use? How should I fall into this headless corpse if you let me?"

"Aura, there is!"

Dong Lingjun took off the cold jade pendant on his waist, and he said:

"This cold air comes from happiness. I will give it to you, refine it, and turn it into pure spiritual energy. You can use one or two more magical methods to make the corpse heal again, and it can also solve the predicament of the three of us at this time."

Hongchen Jun stopped talking.

He seemed to be thinking too, and after a few breaths, he said:

"I don't care, but Dong Ling, you use spiritual energy here, how do you explain when you go back?"

"I will take the fairy girl from Moving Mountain back, and the ancestor will not punish her."

Dong Lingjun shook his head and said:

"Besides, the ancestor has not fully awakened at this time. We still have time. I have prepared in advance in the southern country. Don't worry, you won't miss the ancestor's big affairs."

"Okay! Then I will try it."

Hongchen Jun quickly made a decision.

He said to Dongling Jun and Dingshan Jun:

"You two fellow Taoists don't have to wait for me. You will go back to Penglai to recuperate first.

It takes time for me to borrow the corpse to revive my soul. And I have suffered such a great loss in the hands of these mortals who disobeyed me.

So I have to use this happy identity to fight them in this mortal world!

Dongling, you have made some arrangements in the Southern Dynasties. I will use the Northern Dynasties as the basis and plan carefully. When the ancestor wakes up, we will launch together, and great events will be expected!"

"good."

Dong Lingjun was not confused. He immediately picked up his happy head, put it on the wound of his spine, and then transferred Hongchen Jun's soul to the corpse, and handed him the cold jade pendant.

A strange light kept flowing out of the jade perch.

This light is illusory, like the cold moon in the sky, like the flowing water waves, rays of light blooming in the darkness. Looking directly at the beam of light, it seems that you can see the microcosm of the world.

Tens of millions of different lives flow in them.

Time seems to be stagnant.

After thirty breaths, the happy that had been dead for a long time suddenly moved his fingers. He stretched out his hands, supported his shaking head, and sat up from the ground in slow motion.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, and the ice cubes on his head scattered little by little.

After several difficult and almost impossible breaths, he bowed to the Dongling Lord in front of him, who also returned to Taoist etiquette, turned around and swept into the darkness, and disappeared for a moment.

After a few more moments, he stood up from the ground.

Holding his head, limping, walking away.

In the strange afterimage brought out by the swaying of the Big Dipper above, the moonlight seemed to be brighter and brighter, and under the bright moon, the eyes of happiness blinked.

The originally gray eyes have turned into warm black.

After he walked twenty feet away, he stopped, turned his head and looked at the shadow under the moon. Zhang Chu was walking out of the shadow, his eyes narrowed, and in the strange-colored pupils, he was full of guesswork and murderous intent.

He was Zhang Moye's son. Even though he was a great evil man, he inherited his father's disgust towards these Penglai people.

In the hands that were tucked into claws, Tongxuan's true energy was already echoing endlessly.

"slow!"

Seeing Zhang Chu coming with murderous intent, Hongchen Jun raised his hand and stopped Zhang Chu from coming forward.

He looked at Zhang Chu and said:

"We can cooperate. Master Zhang Chu wants to achieve hegemony, right? Then I will give you the identity of the Northern Dynasty National Master, below this person and above ten thousand people.

What do you think about helping you succeed?"

"OK."

Zhang Chu opened his eyes, and the strange-colored pupils were full of smiles, and the murderous intent on his body also dissipated.

It seemed that he had really agreed to this condition. When he took two steps forward, Hongchen Jun suddenly mobilized the cold air on his body.

The ice flew away and turned into a Zhanqing Ice Sword, raised in the shape of the Red Dust Sword, and shot towards Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's reaction was faster.

When the Red Dust Sword Style first started, killing leaves hit us.

After all, he just resurrected the soul with his soul and body. The compatibility between the soul and the body was too poor. The Hongchen Sword stance that hit the mind directly, even 30% of the power was broken by the murderous blades.

The head that was barely healed was split open again, but Hongchen Jun stretched out his hands and nimblely snatched them into his hands and pressed them back onto his spine.

But Zhang Chu's fingers were already touched between the eyebrows on his head.

Hongchen Jun learned a posture that is common to countless worlds without a teacher.

He raised his hands and signaled that he would admit defeat.

"Penglai people don't need you to give me the conditions."

Zhang Chu looked at the thousand-year-old ghost in front of him who was immortal and immortal, and he said softly:

"I will take what I want myself."

"I confirm, you won't kill me, are you?"

Hongchen Jun was also afraid in his eyes. He held his shaking head with both hands, and he said:

"Do you want me to serve you?"

"Don't you?"

Zhang Chu pressed Gao Xinglian's fingers and used a little more force. Hongchen Jun shrugged, and he said:

"Why not? Our goals are consistent."
Chapter completed!