Maybe death is really a relief, Yuexuan's soul can finally fall into the six realms of reincarnation again, and maybe in the next life, Yuexuan can find her Heavenly Lord again.

After sighing, a sense of pride rose in Yaorao's heart!

Yuexuan taught her what a free and easy life is to indulge in the world, come without a trace, go without nostalgia, and be stained with dust, so life also blooms with brilliant colors!

The enchanting roar echoed in the sky, and the violent wind surging in the air finally showed a tendency to subside.

Except for Yaoluo and Aslante, all possessed human gods fainted and fell to the ground.

Yaorao pulled her father and staggered on this desolate land, and she could no longer feel the solemn power condensed on the ancient battlefield. Because all the souls disappeared, this place was no longer different from the usual wasteland.

The Light Spirit Pearl, Water Spirit Pearl, and Dark Spirit Pearl all returned to the enchanting dantian, while Aslant looked at Yun Wanrong, Little Bear, the two Shuobei Gods of War and the disciples who were looking for the immortal path frowned.

"We can't let them tell you about the matter of carrying the Spirit Pearl and the Reincarnation Cauldron on you. Treasures are always easy to be coveted. Although Shuobei is generous in nature and will not do secretly robbing them, they all have big mouths and can easily reveal what they see." Aslan's brow was deeply locked.

Because I haven't been with Yaoyao for a long time, my heart for protecting Yaorao has expanded to the extreme.

"Dad... you don't want to kill them all, do you?" Yaorao looked at Aslant's serious look and was very funny. Dad's serious expression was the most loving.

But the next second after laughing, Yaorao's mouth suddenly twitched, because Aslant's eyes were really walking towards everyone in a dark way, and she took out a handful of golden scissors from her arms...

puff!

Are scissors... the legendary killing weapon for home travel?

"Ah! Daddy! No! Don't even kill Yun Wanrong and Xiao Xiong!" Yaorao hurriedly took her dad's hand.

"It's not a murder. My scissors can cut my memory." Aslant grinned and smiled gloomyly. "Your dad will pick up good things every time he gets lost. These scissors were discovered in a room in the cave last month. In order to get it into his hands, dad almost lost his memory again. Hahaha! I cut off all their memories of the ancient battlefield!"

Looking at Dad's excited face and the golden scissors he held in front of him, Yao Rao immediately hung a black line...

Yue Xuan was right. Jiyu Tianzun is also a child who never grows up. He can think of such a perverted magic weapon, but he happened to be picked up by his even more crazy father. Is this the so-called fate of crazy people who can't be cut and messed up?

Cutting out memory...is a good way! Hahahaha!

Seeing that her father was confident, Yaorao let him go and test the sword on the disciple who searched for the immortals. Because she had more important things to do.

He lifted Naduoduo, who was still crying, and put his reincarnation cauldron in his hand. Yaorao reached out to snatch a gust of wind. Although Yuexuan's power buried in her body was still in bud at this time, it also made her illusion level approach the half-step domain master infinitely.

The wind was filled with the sky, Yao Rao raised her head and stood in the center of the wind's eyes, and saw layers of soil under the ground being swept up by the strong wind, and various magic weapons left by the human heroes were swept into Yao Rao's beast-controlling ring with the wind.

In the square of the Immortal Cave, the stone statue of the Jiyu Tianzun crushed many magic weapons that belonged to the Blade and the Demon Cloud Elders. They were originally a huge loss. However, now they have sucked the heavenly rank and even magic weapons buried in the ancient battlefield into the beast-controlling ring. It is estimated that those guys will never whine and say bad things behind Yaorao. The value of these ancient magic weapons is countless times stronger than what they have lost!

"Old man Xiehuo, don't try to steal my soul-devouring gun. Suppress it for me and hand it over to me after subdue it." Yaorao's eyebrows and eyes curled. She was not a good person, and Guanghan's bow was given to Xiebing. How could the soul-devouring gun be cheaper Xiehuozi?

After drinking this sentence, Yaorao immediately closed the entrance to the beast-controlling ring, and she didn't want to hear the old man Xiehuo come out and curse at her.

This is true. Just as everyone in the beast-controlling ring was startled by the sudden rain of magic weapon in the sky, and was ecstatic, the enchanting voice fell into the ears of the proud Xie Huozi like thunder!

Puff! It's a trick!

In order to subdue the Soul-Devouring Spear, Evil Huozi, who had consumed most of his strength, almost went backwards and became possessed by the devil. When he heard the Saint's request, the miserable old man jumped up and cursed.

However, both the Xie Bing on the fruit body and the members of the Blade Division who were excited on their faces were fighting for the magic weapon falling from the sky, making the wind sound. No one had time to hear the old man's roar of blood. So the angry old man once again felt depressed and didn't get anything.

What a poor guy.

After restraining the magic weapon, the strong wind in Yaorao's hand did not stop, but was intensified.

The remains of the underground human powerhouses were also brought out one by one by one by the strong wind. Yaorao buried them beside the clear water beside the ancient battlefield, erecting huge monuments with mountains and rocks, which faced the direction of the sunlight.

This is their hometown, this is the place they have protected throughout their lives, so this land is also their best place to go.

Yaorao stood under the huge monument that was hundreds of feet high and stood quietly for a long time.

There is no word on the front of the monument, as smooth as a mirror, which can shine. The brown-red color is like blood stain, silently telling a sense of solemnity and solemnity. The motionless enchanting seems to be thinking about what words to carve on the monument to express the nostalgia and praise for these human heroes.

After a long time, enchantingly turned around, and as the moment her red skirt flew across the earth, dust fell on the stone tablet.

"The one who sleeps here is not Yuexuan or Ridu, and there is no ancient summoner who can be named."

Xiangrao took the first step in a low voice, and there was heavy dust floating in the air, while Xiangrao's steps and moans did not stop.
Chapter completed!