The shriveled body slowly surging, at least looking like a normal person.

A normal gray-haired old man!

The wrinkles on my face are still numerous and old.

Zhang Ruochen took out the ancient sword of Chenyuan and wiped it repeatedly, his eyes full of nostalgia. Finally, he put it on the mirror platform and said in an extremely old and hoarse voice: "Yaoyao, I'm leaving! The grudges and grudges of 1,800 years have been truly concluded today. I am really happy now, happier than what I have experienced in this thousand years, feeling relieved and relaxed like never before."

"Next, you must practice hard, with the will of both of us, with the expectations of the Sixth Patriarch, the Holy Monk, the Green Emperor, and the Father, you must practice to the thirty-third level of the Heavenly Heaven, surpass the Great Lord, fight for a future for this world and this era. I believe that you can do it and will not disappoint me. It's a pity..."

Zhang Ruochen touched his face, then coughed, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I long for freedom and yearn for the unknown. A man is a teenager until he dies. I want to travel in the universe and see a different world. This is my always wish. Don't worry about me, it may not be certain that I will go back to Kunlun Realm to see you one day."

"I'm really leaving. I'm leaving Chen Yuan to Kunlun and tell him to protect his sister."

Although Zhang Ruochen did not pass his mental power to Chi Yao in the previous transmission, his mental power was consumed so much that it almost ended.

That's right, before he could take a few steps, he was panting heavily, and quickly took out a wooden stick to support his old body, and staggered out of the world of the scroll.

Although Chi Yao could not move and could not speak, she was already in tears and hated Zhang Ruochen, this damn liar.

At this time, I was still lying to her.
Chapter completed!