Chapter 633 I'm here to pick you up

  Jiang Shixue saw that her father could only fall to the ground powerlessly in the end, and watched Xuanqing Palace destroy before her eyes.

  Suddenly, Jiang Yunwei raised his head and looked at him: "Shixue, use the fetish! The power of the fetish can definitely keep Xuanqing Palace! Hurry up!"

  Jiang Shixue smiled wryly: "It's useless, father."

   "What are you talking about? How could it be useless? That's..."

   Halfway through Jiang Yunwei's words, he saw Jiang Shixue raise a hand, and a white circle appeared in the palm of his hand.

  The magic circle looks very similar to Xiao Jiuhan's, but the energy of the magic circle is extremely unstable at the moment, as if it is about to break free from Jiang Shixue's control.

Even though he was just a bystander, Jiang Yunwei could clearly feel that the energy of the magic circle had no desire to attack Xiao Jiuhan. Instead, it was like a lively puppy who suddenly saw his master and was eager to wag his tail rushed over.

  Jiang Yunwei's face was pale.

   He finally understood something.

  The thing that was enshrined as a fetish by their Xuanqing Palace ancestors in the past dynasties is actually...

  Xiao Jiuhan.

  The High Priest of Shenjiang.

   It's really a god!

  It's over, everything, everything is over.

  Finally, a crystal clear scale protruded from Jiang Shixue's eyebrows, flying towards Xiao Jiuhan like a snowflake.

  Jiang Shixue's body weakened instantly, and she knelt on the ground on one knee.

  Xiao Jiuhan withdrew the scales, and didn't look at anyone else, just looked at Yan Mu.

   "Yanmu, I'm here to pick you up."

  The mountain wind blew the azure sleeves, and the warm and handsome face was sluggishly facing Xiao Jiuhan's direction, just like when he was guarding in front of the main temple.

  The ignorant puppet corpse walked towards Xiao Jiuhan step by step.

  Xiao Jiuhan removed the chain from his hand, and said to him: "I'm back, sorry for making you wait so long."

   Xuanqing Palace completely disappeared on this day. The palace, together with the entire mountain peak, was razed to the ground, turned into ruins, and buried thousands of corpses.

  San Zong died of injuries, the leader Jiang Yunwei went crazy, his legs were broken by rocks, and he couldn't stand up for the rest of his life, perhaps this was more painful than death for him.

  In the entire Xuanqing Palace, only Jiang Shixue was unharmed.

  Xiao Jiuhan brought Yan Mu back to the Yan Family Ancestral Hall.

   All the metal brackets supporting the flesh and blood were removed by her, and the chip implanted in Yan Mu's body to control him was also destroyed by Xiao Jiuhan.

   This scene reminded her of the scene of Yan Mu being torn apart.

   But now, Yan Mu in front of him is already a corpse, even if the bracket is peeled off from his flesh and blood, he won't feel anything.

   Although it takes some work to reshape the bones, it is not impossible for Xiao Jiuhan.

   It was noon when we returned to the Yan Family Ancestral Hall, and by the time red clouds appeared in the sky in the afternoon, Yan Mu's body had been completely reshaped, standing in front of her perfectly, looking no different from when he was alive.

   It's just that this is just a shell without a soul.

   In order for Yan Mu to truly come back to life, she needs to do one last thing.

  Xiao Jiuhan wiped off the sweat from her forehead, supported the wall and stood up, her lips turned slightly white.

  She took out the Hanyue Jue, the coldness on her face was melted by the setting sun, and her outline became soft.

   "Yanmu, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

  When the Cold Moon Sect rebelled, she could have used her last strength to drag those traitors to their deaths.

  But such a method is meaningless except for a moment of pleasure.

  (end of this chapter)