"The ground seems to be growing grass sprouts incessantly!"

"right!"

On the ground that was originally full of yellow mud, grass sprouts kept popping up. Everyone would be panicked, but after these grass sprouts grew out, they no longer grew wildly and drifted with the wind vigorously.

The surrounding air instantly became fresh and comfortable.

It's refreshing!

Everyone can't help but relax.

The Lord Fang couldn't help but say: "Dissolving the curse spirit, will it still make all things grow?"

Duanmu Ya looked at him: "In fact, the green plants in the polar regions have already been counted. I believe that the leader also knows the situation in the low regions, and I don't know if there will be a new look."

"Will do."

Huo Fei whispered: "The more severe the curse spirit is, the more obvious it will dissolve. The lower area is where the curse spirit is most obvious. The situation over there will only change faster than here."

"That's good."

Although many people in the low areas are not doing their jobs properly and thieves are proliferating, they are also too pitiful.

There are also her friends in the low area.

If possible, Duanmu Yawang still hopes that her friends and those people will have a better life.

The green plants grew, the snow in the sky gradually fell, and the lightning and thunder ceased. Soon, the sky slowly became clear.

The sunlight poured down from the clouds, shining a little golden.

Duanmu Yawang was thinking whether it was almost finished, Gong Yulan suddenly appeared beside him.

Duanmu Yawang hadn't even spoken yet, and the Fang Master on one side couldn't wait to ask: "Master Gongyu, has the curse spirit melted?"

"Um."

Gong Yulan replied indifferently.

The Lord Fang didn't mind, he hid his face and laughed constantly.

Exile Street is really free!

A master and Mr. Xian couldn't calm down when he saw Gong Yulan stop, and gasped for a breath, and knelt down together, "Thank you, the gods, for saving me from the street!"

Gong Yulan frowned.

Duanmu Yawang was helpless, "Two old gentlemen, please get up soon."

Seeing Gong Yulan, the two elders almost didn't even look at them, and didn't care. They were excited by Duanmu Yawang's heart.

"Thank you, Lord Gongyu."

The Lord Fang felt that he was laughing wildly, and when he heard the two old gentlemen thanking him, he realized that he was rude and quickly thanked him.

"You don't have to be polite, Lord Fang."

Gong Yulan stopped speaking, Duanmu Yawang said it for him, and she found that Gong Yulan's face was a little wrong, "a bit uncomfortable?" His lips were a little pale.

"Brother should have released too much spiritual power." Huo Fei said: "Let your brother rest."

"good."

Duanmu Ya looked at the other host and said: "I'll leave it to you here, and explain to the people, and many people still have injuries. I also urge everyone to get treatment quickly. Let's go back to your house and rest for a while."

"good."

The Lord Fang hurriedly said: "Young Master Gongyu has a good rest."

After his words fell, Gong Yulan Zhi Duanmu Yawang and Huo Fei Brahma Sutra Xiao Bailu all disappeared in a flash.

Zhu Zhifeng came forward, and the other host said: "We also want to go back to West Street to convey good things to the people on our street, so we will go back first, and the host will take care."

"The owner of the house also take care."

Zhu Zhifeng nodded, took a look at Zhu Zhimeng, and left with the rest of West Street.

There are also some nobles who previously distrusted and wanted to hold the memorial ceremony normally. They still couldn't believe the news, and stood there blankly, their brains buzzing.

The boss didn't bother to pay attention to them, so he went to do what he should do with his subordinates.

After Duanmu Yawang and the others returned to the mansion, Gong Yulan didn't stop for a while, and fell on the bed with a pale face.

"Gong Yulan stop!"

Duanmu Yawang was frightened, and said anxiously, "Is it all right?"

"Is excessive use of power, can it be okay?" The Brahma Sutra who came back with them muttered, and Gong Yulan gave him a cold glance.

The Brahma Sutra shrank his head, and immediately took out a bottle of Immortal Dew from his arms.

Gong Yulan took it and took a sip.

After taking a sip, he seemed to come alive a bit, closed his eyes and took a breath.

Then, after taking a few more sips, he almost drank half a bottle of Xianlu, then handed the bottle back.

"Is it better?" Duanmu Yawang saw Gong Yulan's expression like this for the first time.

"Um."

Gong Yulan nodded.

"But your face is still very pale, take a nap?"

"Okay." Gong Yulan stopped his finger, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed, his eyes closed tightly.

At first glance, I knew it was still uncomfortable.

Duanmuya looked at the Brahma Sutra as if his heart was burned.

The Brahma Sutra naturally understood. He sighed and didn't want to disturb his master. He said in his heart: "This ghost place is really evil. The curse is important. Things should be more troublesome than the master thought. First of all, those rooftops. The walls have accumulated hundreds of years and thousands of years of history. It is not easy for Xiaoyao to manipulate them to completely destroy them. Of course, if you want to dissolve the curse spirit, the Tianzhu is also very important. Only the power of the Tianzhu can be completely destroyed. The ablation begins, so the master has a lot of things to do, and every required power is beyond your mere imagination, even he can't bear it."

Duanmu Yawang felt complicated, and also had doubts: "But wasn't the Tianzhu broken before?"

"It's just broken. If someone has enough power, it can still be repaired." The Brahma Sutra said: "Actually, the people who want to repair the Tianzhu most are not the people who exiled the street here, but the curse spirits, heaven. If the column is destroyed, they will definitely find ways to repair it. Only by completely destroying it can the fundamental problem be solved."

"I see."

"Also, you know, the master can't stand the stale air in this world. The curse here controls everything, and it is even more smoky. The master is uncomfortable since entering here. I guess he doesn't want you to worry, so he hasn't shown it. "

Duanmu Yawang watched lying on the bed and fell asleep for a while, Gong Yulan, who was pale as a paper, felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Yes, she watched to chat with Gong Yulan, but didn't notice this.

I also forgot this.

"Xiao Yawang, don't blame yourself too much." The Brahma Sutra pulled her sleeves and said with a serious face: "You may not see you for a long time. The master always runs around like this, and has never had time to see you, always Only come again when you have an accident. You have never complained in your heart, and you understand him. It’s already very good."

Duanmu Yawang looked at Gong Yulan's haggard face and said nothing.

She just felt that Gong Yulan had his own mission, too much interference and too much obstruction would only make him more difficult.

Huo Fei felt that Duanmu Yawang was sad, and soothed: "Sister, you don't have to feel sorry for your brother. In fact, I can feel that my brother is happy every time he comes to see you, so my brother can tolerate bad breath or something."

"I know."

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand and rubbed his head, "Can Fei endure the foul air?"

Huo Fei shook his head, "My realm is not enough, I still have a turbid air, it's not patience." It's just that there is only a little bit all the time.

"So that's the case."

It sounds simple and complicated.

The Brahma Sutra said: "However, the little master grows up very quickly. It is estimated that it will not take long. I have to be patient."

Little Bailu inserted a sentence: "Fei Fei can return to the Nine Heavens."

"Can't go back for now."

Huo Fei said without any expression on his face: "Moreover, it's useless to go back."

The little white deer tilted his head and looked puzzled.

Huo Fei curled his lips and rubbed his head, "You will understand later."

"Oh."

Little Bailu pouted, and stopped asking.

The Brahma Sutra looked at Gong Yulan and couldn't help sighing: "However, it is a good thing not to understand."

Huo Fei was startled, but also nodded.

Little Bailu thought of something, ah.

Gong Yulan frowned.

Duanmuya grinned her teeth and stretched out her hand to beat him, "You are dead, what is your name?"

"The source of Linghu!"

The little white deer stomped anxiously, "Master, haven't you found it yet? The source of Linghu is gone, and Uncle Yin is gone!"

"!!!"

A word to awaken the dreamer, Duanmu Ya looked at what Xiao Bailu said, and really found that there was darkness in the sea of ​​consciousness and there was nothing left!

Her face turned pale.

"I found out when you were asleep!" Xiao Bailu stamped his feet: "I wonder if the source of Linghu also disappeared during your euthanasia, and Uncle Yin in the source of Linghu also disappeared. NS?"