There are many people who are grateful for their kindness, but more martial artists from the world who are still forced to come, as well as some gentry who escaped the purge by chance.

"Master! The disciple is back..."

In the wind and snow, Daoren Lin knelt on his knees, bursting with tears. He kept beating the soil and cried in tears.

The great regret made him cough up blood.

Qin Si, Zhao Kun and a few disciples from Yulong Temple who came from all over the place also knelt in front of the grave and burst into tears.

He carefully placed the coffin into the tomb and buried it. Yang Yukang also knelt down in front of the tomb and held the etiquette of his disciples.

Over the past few years, the Taoist Zhenyan has come to his mind. Although the two have no master-apprentice rituals, they have the reality of master-apprentice.

When they were buried, the disciples of Yulong Temple burst into tears, and Daoren Lin coughed up blood several times, and the old and new injuries could not be suppressed. If Qin Si was not on the side, he would have been angry on the spot.

"master……"

After a long time, the snow had dyed the graves a white color, and wisps of black fog that were invisible to ordinary people came from the wind and snow.

Inside Yang Yu's body were the five ghosts with ghost babies as the core.

The ghost baby reported with trepidation:

"When I go back to the master, with the northwest city as the center, the young men searched for three thousand miles, but there was no trace of the old real person, and there was no trace of it..."

Nothing at all...

Yang Yu looked lonely and let the snow fall in white hair:

"The geese leave traces behind, and the real person's cultivation is extremely high, and there is no possibility of no trace..."

“Yes, yes.”

The ghost baby nodded like pounding garlic and expressed his guess:

"Master! According to the experience of the young, if there is no trace, there are only four possibilities, one is that the old real person is not dead at all..."

After glanced at the coffin, he decisively closed his mouth and said the other two guesses:

"The second is that the old real person's will is not strong enough, so it is impossible. Then, there is only the third one..."

"Someone took away the souls of the real person with strange techniques..."

This is the conclusion reached by Prison Yang.

However, when he was devoting his life, the fate of the old demon in Black Mountain was revealed by him. If there were any traces of the Taoist Taoist on his body, he would have discovered it.

However, there is no...

"The master's eyes are perfect. Someone must have taken away the soul of the old real person..."

The ghost baby calmed down respectfully and silently swallowed the last possible.

How could such an immortal being like this not want to live?

No way...

"Is the soul of a real person really taken away?"

Compared with the other three possibilities, Yang Yu only felt that this was the most likely. He did not believe that a existence like Zhenyan Taoist would die silently.

Soul collection is naturally unimaginable for ordinary people, but Yang Yu is not unfamiliar with the purple gold gourd. The purple gold gourd is a powerful tool for soul collection.

But who has the ability to tamper with the eyes of the old monster in Black Mountain...
Chapter completed!