While enduring the pain, all her fears were also cleaned up by the spirit-filling force in the hall. It was like thunder struck on the sunny day. What she saw was Jun Han chasing Yi Chen's spirit to prosper.

It was clear that Jun Han and Shu Ling's words about Yi Chen chasing the "ghost star" in his body were still vivid in their ears, and at that time Li Ying firmly believed that Jun Han adopted Yi Chen chasing because of "unpredictable intentions" - but now, why didn't she realize that this wolf has the intention of killing people and taking souls?

——

"Marson, let me change."

"No need." Jun Han's face also turned a little bloody, but the spiritual power that was infused with Yi Chen Zhui continued to be high intensified.

Some phoenix fire spirit silk was gradually mixed into his spiritual vein, so it should be soon.

His injuries are fatal to any species. To this extent, even the Daluo Golden Immortal is unable to make the world come true - but the Phoenix reborn in the fire can do it.

According to Zi Mei's description, Yi Chen chased in the spiritual vortex and was always fighting with injuries. Although his injuries were not as severe as it is now, the degree was no longer light. In common sense, he should have lost his combat ability long ago.

Although it may not be a complete grasp, Jun Han speculated that if the ghost star soul could be awakened, his life would be rekindled.

No matter what, this is the only way to try.

The spirit plate that was resting on Yi Chen's heart-wrenching spirits appeared "kaka" and several cracks that penetrated the body of the plate.

Just a little bit...

If the spiritual plate collapses now, all efforts made just now will be in vain. When the spirit power in Yi Chenzhui's body dissipates, he may not have the power to turn the sky.

But this spiritual plate cannot be replaced halfway…

Jun Han tightened his teeth angrily, so he simply let go, which made him three times more powerful.

"Marson!" Shu Ling said in shock, but his body was suddenly pushed away by the sudden spiritual force.

Jun Han now had no time to talk to him, but his eyes were scattered like a spider web. Now whether the spirit plate was broken first or he fell down first, it was likely that the young man would return to heaven immediately.

Jun Han has never seen such a moment of life and death in the past, but for some reason, he has never been able to make him so angry that he could slap his dead dog-like boy back to his soul.

Shu Ling was stunned by the side, and his heart was incredible - he had never seen Jun Han save someone with all his strength, although he still didn't know whether he was for the sake of Guixing or really wanted to pull Yi Chen back from the Ghost Gate.

The spiritual power was always a little bit behind Yi Chenzhui's body, but the spiritual plate was accelerating and breaking, and Jun Han's whole body was almost frozen by his cold spiritual power.

But the difference is so bad that I can't make up for it!

——

A spark suddenly burst out from the blood and fire in the lamp. Gu Yuanshi's body suddenly jumped up after a few days. Even though Yuan's personality was as stable as gold and stone, he was really scared by his sudden zombie, his hair stood up, as if he had seen a zombie.

"What's wrong?" Yuan didn't understand.

Before Gu Yuan could answer him, a scarlet phoenix fire like a lotus fell on his sleeves and robe lit up again. The sparks in the cup were swaying faintly, as weak as air.

Yuan Jingjing looked at the flame-colored patterns cracked under his pale skin. After looking at it for a long time, the few tasted something "unbearable" and then opened his eyes, so he sank indifferently and said: "Don't go too far, no one will save you if you die."

Gu Yuan struggled to make a difficult smile, "Nothing is wrong..." When he said that, he poured all the fires all over his body into the cup. In just a moment, the blood-colored "glass lamp" burst out with a dazzling light, which could almost compete with the sun.

——

The spiritual plate on Yi Chen's chest was finally completely shattered, and Jun Han's last momentum was forced to come to an abrupt end. The spirit power shook and ejected the fragments around.

Jun Han staggered back and almost stabilized his body, but he lowered his eyes but saw that his palms were covered in blood.

"Marson!" Shu Ling hurriedly came forward to support Jun Han.

Yi Chenzhu's spiritual breath suddenly stopped, and Jun Han's heart felt cold-hearted-

But a burning breath rose again, like sparks spreading, and in the blink of an eye, the spiritual veins all over his body.

"Is this what I've saved?" Shu Ling mixed Jun Han's arm and ignited a little joy. She turned her eyes and was then cold by the marshal's pale face that was better than paper, and asked again: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Jun Han gently put away his arm, and his body was still standing very steadily. He stroked his hand and sighed at the spiritual flow of Yi Chenzhu's heart. He calmed down and said, "He consumed too much this time and may not be able to wake up for a while, so he used the spiritual breath here to accumulate ghost stars."

"yes."

After Jun Han gave the order, he pinched a palm of blood, held his hands and slid his sleeves, "Leave the next thing to the pavilion, come here, I have something to explain to you."

"yes."

The two of them walked out of the bluestone gate one after another, but Jun Han paused unexpectedly, his eyes moved faintly, and glanced at Li Ying who had been silent outside the door.

Liying lowered her eyes slightly and didn't look at him. Liyue followed him at some point, standing next to her sister, and was even more silent.

The marshal said nothing, and only stopped for a moment and then walked with great strides.

Liyue gently pulled Liying's cuffs and said, "Go back and rest."

Liying still didn't say a word. She didn't respond immediately to Liyue, but looked at Yi Chen for a while before finally leaving and walking back.

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Jun Han returned to his study room and pulled out the fragments of the spirit plate embedded in his palm as if nothing had happened. He did not mean to bandage the wound. He went straight to the topic: "Chen Zhui was pursuing the soul of the ghost star in the spiritual vortex. This was the first time he had completely touched this power, and his life was probably always accumulating the ghost star."

Shu Ling frowned and did not answer.

"Originally, the ghost star was separated from his soul, but after these 'rebirth of fire', it may have been integrated, and the degree of integration will probably deepen over time until it is completely integrated."

For some reason, Jun Han was not easy to say. To others, his tone seemed to be still indifferent, but he was vaguely "lost".

"In other words, it is no longer possible to take out the ghost star soul without hurting him?" Shu Ling's tone was very heavy, and there were few, and there was no suppression of the anger in front of Jun Han.

Jun Han pondered for a long time, but he still nodded.

"Then why didn't you kill him now?" Shu Ling asked coldly, making Jun Han stunned and did not answer.

Shu Ling lowered his face slightly, and clenched his fists as if he could not bear it. "Since you will use the ghost star soul in his body one day, why not take out the things just now while he was not in pain? Do you have to leave it until the end to turn everything into torture?" He became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally roared out in the last sentence.

Jun Han didn't say anything.

After Shu Ling finished the roar, she seemed to calm down again, and she loosened her hands as if she was weak.

"Since you left the capital, this child has been waiting outside your courtyard for a long time every day. When His Holy Dao visited you, he thought you were really seriously injured. I knew he was very scared at that time, but he still invited a job to the West in front of His Holy Dao..." Speaking of these, the boy's appearance was vivid in his mind, as if it was only happened yesterday.

Jun Han listened quietly, his face calmly. Shu Ling glanced at him, and the feeling of desolation filled his heart instantly.

Shu Ling's words were pressed back into Jun Han's cold expression, just like playing a piano at a cow. Facing this cold stone, Shu Ling was helpless, and finally, thousands of words turned into a sigh: "I know, you won't take these to heart..." His tail faded away lightly, just like a weak light slut was dragged into the blizzard, without a trace.

However, Jun Han listened to his words seriously. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was impossible for Yi Chen to raise him, whether it was a tool or something. It was impossible for him to say that he had no regrets at all.

However, Jun Han did not feel so sad in this regretful feeling, so he ignored Shu Ling's complaints. The fake drama really confirmed his "hard heart" image in Shu Ling's heart at this moment, and directly changed the topic: "I will set off for Beijing soon. The major problem in the Western Regions has been temporarily solved. There are still many things to be investigated. You will set off for the Western Regions tomorrow and first find out the moon. You can do the rest. Then I will send more people to go there."

"yes……"

Shu Ling was almost wiped out by a Jun Han and Baili Yun. After the evil fire broke through his internal organs one by one, he finally surrendered and swallowed the fire. In the blink of an eye, he asked the truth again: "Is there any news from Baili?"

Jun Han thought for a while, "Yes, he was in a hurry to let me go back to attend the funeral."

Shu Ling was confused, "Whose funeral?"

Jun Han said calmly: "My."

“…”

Even though Shu Ling was already knowledgeable enough, she was still shocked by her own guy and smashed her chin to the ground.

It took so long for me to ignore him, but why did the "funeral" be done?

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On the day of the funeral of the "Marson", snow was falling all over the city, soul banners swayed, and the coffin walked along the way, and the pedestrians on both sides all looked sad like "dead father".

This is really finished.

It's a pity that the marshal was so mighty that he would eventually fall into the hands of several assassins.

The marshal had no son, and his only adopted son was still missing. Therefore, the leader of the team was a young man who was all in front of him and called the marshal's apprentice. Gui Yi was wrapped in mourning clothes by Baili Yun, lowered his face and suppressed his sadness. Next, he had to mourn for the "marshal".

The marshal suddenly went there and had not even had time to repair the tomb. The housekeeper in the mansion passed the book Bailiyun into the palace, saying that the marshal did not need a grand funeral, and only the three-point land on Jiuding Mountain would be enough.

It is reasonable for others to think that the marshal's life's merits are not something that can be achieved by a mere underworld. It is difficult to enrich endless merits in a limited space. It is better to just abandon these worldly rituals and promise the heaven and earth to be buried.

Baili Yunying was like a ghost, not far from the outskirts of the city, watching the funeral team slowly climbing to Jiuding Mountain, thinking in his heart: I have to take back the coffin.

After thinking so heartless but cherishing the gold, he withdrew his gaze and leaned on the dead tree trunk to look at Xu Yun Feixue, as if he was relieved.
Chapter completed!