Everything was just a flash of lightning. Sikong Xiao was still thinking in his mind whether his persistence day by day over the years was meaningful. The next second, there was a familiar long sword in front of him, and the biting chill that was enough to make his soul shudder.

"Sister Huang..."

Sikong Xiao stared blankly at the person in front of her. At this moment, she had no time to be shocked. In this extreme chill, her soul that had tried her best to stabilize had begun to disperse...

*

"Oh~~" the bald monk sighed and reached out to stroke the trunk of the tree beside him. "How come I don't know that the last disaster will fall on Sikong Xiao?"

"But... I can't save his soul after two lifetimes!"

Charity's peaceful eyes gradually became fierce, and the monk's hand lit a black and red flame. The fairy tree planted by Sikong Huang himself dried up in an instant and lost its vitality in less than a moment.

Looking at this scene, Ming Nianyue's eyebrows pounded secretly. The flame in the monk's hand was hellfire.

Gui Xiu sneered and turned to look at the monk: "Now Sikong laughs in his soul, you don't even have the chance to be liberated."

"So I think I can only take a chance for this plan."

"Don't forget that Gu Huang has now walked from the Buddhist sect to the Holy Land of the West, and your true body is no longer there. How could he control her?"

When the monk heard this, he laughed and withdrew his hand, "If the body of the true Buddha is so easy, then I will not have to spend such great effort."

The ghost cultivator seemed a little surprised, "So, the legend that only the true Buddha can walk from the Dharma to the holy land of the West is false."

The monk's face was slightly dark, and he played with the rosary in his hand for a while, sighed for no reason, and said in a deep voice: "The Gu Huang is indeed smart, so I said that this move is... a risky try."

***

I don’t know what magic Sikong Huang used, but this small land of simplicity suddenly changed.

Bingling quietly surrounded it into a cage, and the cold that could be found beyond the upper realm came from all directions.

"Crack click..."

Sikong Xiao didn't even have the chance to move. He watched the green grass under his feet instantly turn into ice, and then watched his hands and feet instantly turn into ice.

She thought about the possible reactions of countless Sikong Huang, but she did not expect that this would be the result.

The remnant soul was easily damaged. Sikong Xiao felt in horror that his soul that had been stable for a hundred years was about to break into pieces in an instant, but at the moment this feeling appeared, his whole body turned into a solid ice sculpture first.

Before he even thought about it, Sikong Xiao's figure appeared in another form in Sikong Huang's eyes.

"Cang..."

The Ice Soul Sword slammed the ice surface with his hand. The vision caused by casting spells had completely disappeared. In the deadly silence, Sikong Huang's eyes only stayed on the ice sculpture for a short moment. The next second she rushed forward and hugged the statue tightly.

She was trembling all over. Sikong Huang buried her head between the Ice Sculpture's neck, and her lips were bitten and bleeding.

Finally, you finally appeared... Finally, I finally found you.

Sikong Huang closed his eyes and curled the corners of his lips, and his mind had calmed down. Sikong Xiao, who was trapped in the ice sculpture, was mobilizing the only spiritual sense that was within her control at this moment.

This ice is not ordinary ice!

Sikong Xiao's spiritual sense was exploring his soul, and he was surprised to find that his soul that was about to be divided was actually frozen by the ice.

How is this possible? What ice can break through the rules and lock the remnant soul? Sikong Xiao's heart is still in a storm. In a trance, he heard a low sigh from his ear:

"I can't forgive myself..."

As the wind blew, Sikong Huang's snow-white hair floated from behind to her. She glanced at her hair and raised her hand to ignite the last piece of paper that Sikong Xiao had just heard.

But it's one sentence:

I don’t know what you said to be “let go”, but if I could really let go, I was probably lost hundreds of years ago.

A hint of glory and fear arose in Sikong Huang's heart. He raised his hand and stroked Xia Bing's cheek, just like he used to rub Sikong's smiling face, "Fortunately you didn't give up, otherwise..."

After a pause, Sikong Huang's hand gradually slowed down, "Or what can I do? If you exchange your life for me, this life is the only one I can leave behind."

Looking deeply at Sikong Xiao's frozen eyes, Sikong Huang said with a wry smile: "If you live, you will feel regretful and guilty. If you cannot be free in your life, you will live up to the only trace you left. Xiaoxiao, you are so cruel to me."

The last four words were so light that they could hardly be heard, but Sikong Xiao felt that these four words were hitting the heart like a huge rock of ten thousand pounds. But she was unable to move and could not speak. She could only look closely at the movements of the people in front of her through the unmovable gaze.

"Don't worry, Sister Huang has a way."

***

"As long as the ancient phoenix has a way to restore Sikong Xiao's soul, I will be able to solve this last disaster."

Gui Xiu narrowed his eyes and slowly raised his hand to pull down the hood that covered his head. His indifferent eyes looked into the sky. Seeing Gui Xiu's face, Ming Nianyue felt that it seemed that she had seen this woman somewhere, but suddenly she couldn't remember it.

As he thought about it, he heard the ghost cultivator stand up and say, "I will help you, Azang."

"You?" the monk was a little surprised.

"I know where Sikong Xiao's incomplete soul is." A faint smile flashed across Gui Xiu's mouth, "I can tell you this clue, but I want to dream back to three lives."

"You want to dream back to three lives, too?"

The monk felt strange again, but the ghost cultivator stopped talking. The monk thought for a moment and decisively took out a jade bottle and handed it to the ghost cultivator. The ghost cultivator simply took the jade bottle and spoke:

"When in the lower realm, Sikong Xiao once traded with the demon clan Osi, and used soul control technique to let Gu Qi replace the Gu Huang on the altar. The mortgaged item was the soul-locking ring of the same life spirit treasure, and Sikong Xiao also attached the life soul to the soul-locking ring."

"So that's it! Where is the demon Ossi now?"

The ghost cultivator smiled strangely, "Three years ago, he was killed by Gu Huang himself."

"oh?"

***

At first, Sikong Xiao didn't care too much about the matter of leaving the soul out of the body, because in the secret book of soul cultivation given to her by the evil spirit, the soul out of the body out of the body was a trick to remove the firewood from the cauldron at a critical moment.

In case the body dies, you can use the life soul that is separated from the body to reshape the soul. Although the conditions are a little harsh, there is still an extra road of life.

But by chance, it was because I wanted to leave a way out for myself that I was later retaliated by the secret technique when I cast the Soul-Snatching Curse. Not only did I die, but my incomplete soul was also in a state of frequent collapse.

Although the residual soul was stabilized with the help of the evil spirit of the Ghost Emperor, it could not condense a complete soul body.

In this way, she could not walk through the ghost path. Over the past few hundred years, she had seen three thousand great paths, but her incomplete soul had no way to go.

Sikong Xiao woke up from memories, and the figure of Sikong Huang was clearly reflected in the depths of his eyes.
Chapter completed!