Lin Zhengu snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him with a cold face. What kind of temper does Master Lin have? How could he care about this nonsense of yours if not for Master Song's sake?

Song Zheng smiled with satisfaction, and walked outside the Void Furnace with his hands behind his back, saying: "Just bear with it, there is nothing you can do about it. This body is essentially still yours, unless you want to take it and be reborn, otherwise you can only

This is the way."

Although Li Sanyan was a famous allegro player at Fengyue Club, he was strangely satisfied with his size. When he thought about being reborn with a new gun and stick, he felt really uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and said, "I can bear it."

Stay here, sir, please do whatever you can to me."

"Your body is filled with too much destructive power, and you must completely refine the demonic nature in it. But don't worry, Mr. Lin will not harm you, and once you succeed, you will definitely be a blessing in disguise and your realm will greatly increase."

"Really?" Li Sanyan's expectations had been lowered to the lowest level, but suddenly he learned that there were benefits, and he immediately became happy.

Song Zheng smiled and nodded: "Of course it's true."

He didn't emphasize to Li Sanyan that what he said was "once it succeeds", what if it doesn't succeed?

The flames burned brightly, and Li Sanyan's screams made the unscrupulous ancestors smile.

Of course, what makes them even happier is the body that destroys evil spirits. It’s a huge creature, full of treasures!

Lin Zhengu ignored Li Sanyan and rushed over to take the lead: "Sir, you just promised me to let me pick some good things." Mao Renzhuan on the side was also very jealous, and the Immortal Refining Sect also needed these unique treasures.

If these precious materials fall into the hands of the Immortal Refining Sect, any part of them can be used to refine a unique magic weapon.

But Lin Zhengu is now at the fifth level of Lingbao, and Mao Renzhuan does not dare to compete with him.

Song Zheng smiled and said: "With so much material, everyone can get a lot of it, senior Lin doesn't have to be impatient."

"No, no, no," Lin Zhengu said repeatedly: "Strike first to gain strength, then strike later to drink the soup. I'll take a look first."

Song Zheng was helpless by his weird witticisms and persuaded him: "Don't hang out with people like Li Sanyan in the future."

For an evil demon, there is no doubt that the head is the most valuable. Although Lin Zhengu was greedy, he knew what he needed to know, so he avoided the head and selected a few parts.

At this time, Li Sanyan, who was suffering in the void furnace, let out a hoarse cry of life: "Leave the evil Yang Gen to me!"

The whole place was silent.

You are a little shrimp, relying on everyone's life-saving goods, how dare you claim the spoils first?

But at this moment, the ancestors all said generously: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

"No problem, that thing is yours."

Song Zheng's face turned red and he murmured to himself: "After this incident, should we consider expelling this scum from Long Yiwei? I can't afford to lose this person..."

"Hehehe!" After getting what he wanted, Li Sanyan smiled with satisfaction in the flames.

After Lin Zhengu, the rest of the people came forward together to discuss who wanted what part. Although there was some fighting, it was generally very friendly. After all, the loot was rich and enough to satisfy everyone who participated in the battle.

The last thing left to Song Zheng was the head of the evil devil. The devil's horns, devil's eyes, devil's teeth, and devil's brain were all the most precious materials, and they all belonged to Mr. Song.

In addition to his status, Song Zheng also played the greatest role in this battle.

Song Zheng did not show any pretense, and temporarily put the demon head into the small cave world, then looked at the battlefield and sighed: "Long Yiwei will send people to restore the vitality of this place, but if it wants to become what it was before, I'm afraid

It will take hundreds of years.”

This is a barren mountain and a dead land, so there is actually no problem.

Everyone looked at Li Sanyan in the Void Furnace again, and suddenly realized: This kid hasn't screamed in a long time.

Li Sanyan lay in the flames and lost his voice!

Everyone panicked: "No, I'm afraid there was an accident!"

Song Zheng was the first to rush to the Void Furnace and shouted loudly inside: "Li Sanyan! Li Sanyan!" The others also gathered around. Lin Zhengu couldn't help but want to open the Void Furnace, but suddenly became motionless.

Li San's eyes suddenly jumped up and he made a face towards Song Zheng: "I scared you!"

Song Zheng was so angry that he wanted to kick him, but Li Sanyan said happily: "Sir, you still care about me."

"Fart!" Song Zheng cursed angrily: "You better die!"

"Hehehe," Li Sanyan was still smiling, as if he was immersed in his own world: "Sir, you just care about me, you care about me, you care about me..."

Song Zheng covered his face with his hands and said, "Everyone, I regret saving this guy."

Several ancestors nodded: "Such scum should be destroyed."

"Hehe, sir, you care about me." Li Sanyan was still in a state of silly joy.

…

The motorcade was rolling, and after passing the light dust on the official road, the magnificent city gradually came into view.

There was a carriage in the motorcade that looked ordinary on the outside, but inside it was filled with royal expenses. Qian and the prince were sitting in the carriage. Although they looked old, their waists were tall and straight.

Beside him sat an old eunuch.

Pedestrians coming and going on the official road would never have thought that two powerful men of the country were sitting in such an inconspicuous carriage.

The old eunuch had followed Qian and the Crown Prince since childhood and knew each other very well. He could see that His Highness the Crown Prince's calmness concealed violent emotions.

"Your Highness, we are back." The old eunuch said softly.

Prince Qianhe's hands trembled slightly, and he could see the entire capital through the carriage. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, how many years has it been?"

The old eunuch bowed and replied: "Five hundred and thirty-one years and four months."

"Hehehe..." Prince Qianhe could no longer suppress his emotions. He stood up, floated on the roof of the car, and looked at the capital in the distance. It was this city where he experienced the most proud time of his life and also experienced

The most painful failure in life.

The bustling market on West Street, the animal pen at Dongguankou, the treasure shop on North Seventh Street, the prosperous smoke willows in South Alley... At that time, he was His Royal Highness, and wherever he went, his horse was fast and his horse was light, and he was high-spirited.

I just don’t know, five hundred years from now, will the smoke and mirrors of those days still be there?

He looked in another direction. That was his former East Palace. Behind him was the home of the man who had stolen the throne. His heart was filled with emotions. Five hundred years later, these emotions had been brewing for too long.

It's not just hatred anymore.

"Alas" he sighed leisurely, but only said one sentence: "I don't know, is that nest of little squirrels still there on the locust tree outside Shoushan Pavilion in the East Palace?"

The old eunuch was hunched over. His emotions were as turbulent and complicated as His Highness's. He said again: "Your Highness, we are back."

Qian and the prince silently returned to the carriage and nodded slightly.

The convoy entered the capital directly without interrogation. Fan Peilong did not dare to delay for a moment and led the convoy straight to the imperial city.
Chapter completed!