The full-level boss crosses the apocalypse and raises cute treasures

Xiao Lang, who saw her, really hired skilled craftsmen to cast a huge stone sculpture for her body, so as to save her from being eroded by wind and rain.

Seeing this, Yin Su smiled contentedly, and the next moment, her eyes widened in surprise.

After the stone sculpture was cast, her Xiao Lang invited another eminent monk.

I only heard the two say: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure!"

"Even if the consequence of doing this is that she will be trapped in the stone sculpture for life after life, and she will never be reborn?"

"Yes, for the common people in the world, Su Su decided to sacrifice herself, using her own cultivation base and soul as the front line, in exchange for the eternal life of the world at the cost of not being able to reincarnate forever."

"For her, and for the common people, let me bear all the infamy!"

Yinsu's eyes were tearing as she watched the eminent monk trap her sleeping in the stone sculpture, and her Xiao Lang shed blood, just to let her suppress the golden beast forever.

And he took this as a credit, and delivered the credit book to the king of Hades in exchange for wealth and honor from generation to generation.

Xiao Lang, whom she deeply trusted, loved and waited for, just used her from the beginning to the end. She became his chess piece, and she was also a willing chess piece!

How ridiculous it all is.

It was in vain that she was trapped for a thousand years, but she still kept her oath and waited for the reunion in Huang Quan after a thousand years.

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

Phoneme looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, mad like a demon.

Qiao Zixi just stood quietly, watching her vent.

After a long time, Yinsu was tired from laughing and crying. She stared blankly at Qiao Zixi and asked hopelessly, "Do I still have a chance?"

Qiao Zixi was silent for a while, then asked, "Do you want revenge?"

"Can I still take revenge? He has already been reincarnated."

The phoneme murmured.

"As long as you want."

Upon hearing this, Yin Su raised her head abruptly, with hatred in her eyes.

"I want revenge!"

"I want him to be impoverished for life and life without a good death!"

Qiao Zixi nodded and said, "Okay, you can talk to Hades yourself."

"Can I come out now?"

After Qiao Zixi finished speaking, she took the Sansheng mirror back and took off the photo stone on it.

Seeing this, Yin Su felt relieved. She slowly floated out of Lin Jun's body. Without her domination, Lin Jun regained control of his body. He turned over and immediately ran behind Qiao Zixi. , looking vigilantly at the phantom floating in the air.

Phoneme's soul is very weak, if it can't go to Huangquan as soon as possible, it will dissipate in a short time.

She showed an apologetic expression to Lin Jun behind Qiao Zixi. If she hadn't used his body to escape, she might never know the truth.

Qiao Zixi drew an array in the air, and then took out a bell and rang it. The strange thing was that Lin Jun only saw her ringing the bell, but couldn't hear the crisp sound of the bell.

But the phoneme floating in the air had a shocked expression on her face. She recognized that Qiao Zixi was holding the Soul Calling Bell in her hand, but it was a ghost!She listened to the rapid ringing of the bell, and as the ringing sounded, the formation inexplicably produced a spooky aura.

After a while, two ghost messengers appeared in the formation. When they saw Qiao Zixi who was ringing the bell, they said respectfully, "May I ask what your order is for the two of us?"

Qiao Zixi pointed at the phoneme, and said to the ghost messenger: "Take her to the Palace of the King of the Underworld quickly, so that she can be taken care of, and there will be no mistakes."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Zixi threw the picture stone to Yin Element, and then injected a spirit energy into her body, sending her into the formation.

Yin Su bowed to Qiao Zixi in the formation, then turned around and left with the ghost messenger.

Lin Jun was scared out of his wits by the scene in front of him, and his complexion was pale, paler than he had been dead for three days.