Mu Chun smiled and said, "It is worth it to be able to seal the soul of Beiming Lord."

Cheng Qian opened his eyes wide. The next moment, he was pushed away by a force and staggered to the ground. His eyes turned black and he almost fell into a coma for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, Bei Mingjun was gone. Cheng Qian saw a thin wisp of black mist wrapped in golden light and pressed on the old copper coins on Mu Chun's hand.

In addition to holding the copper coin, Mu Chun's body was already clear. He knelt down and buried the copper coin next to the corpse under the ancient tree. Then he waved his hand with a smile.

Mu Chun Zhenren: "The weasel has a small seal on it, you can take it off."

Cheng Qian seemed to have made up his mind to fight him, and remained motionless.

Mu Chun's smile gradually faded, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch his head, but found that his hand was passing through Cheng Qian's head.

True Ren Mu Chun said: "That is the seal of the head of the Fuyao Sect. Let it be handed over to your senior brother, and let him take care of you in the future. As for Jian... Xiao Qian, you should practice the second move."

Finally, he looked at Cheng Qian deeply, his lips tilted, and he almost said, "Master is gone."

After saying that, his whole body disappeared on the spot, like a handful of light, crashing into the soil and disappearing again.

It is rumored that "in ancient times, the big toon tree was regarded as spring and the eight thousand years old as autumn." Because "the age of the toon is over" I wish the sacred life of the loving father in the high hall a long life, and cherishing people is not a plant or a tree after all.
Chapter completed!