The man smiled and said, "what does it have to do with me, whether it's the first religion or the second religion? It's your leader, immortal Zhang, who can resist going out of the pass. I really admire it. It's really a good cultivation for being indifferent to fame and wealth!"

Zhang kongyun stared at him closely. After a while, he said, "the practice world is going to be in chaos. I think when can you be free!" he snorted and left.

The man's eyes showed a slight smile, looked at his back, and suddenly said in a high voice: "it's you who shut me here. Now it's you who say such words. Do you want to be all the good and bad people in the world?"

Zhang kongyun was in a certain shape. He looked back at him angrily, then accelerated his steps and left quickly.

The man looked at his figure and couldn't help laughing. But after he smiled for a while, he suddenly looked in the direction of Ao Wushuang. He whispered, "Wushuang... It's been ten years. Are you okay?"

An earth shaking battle finally settled. There were few people on the crowded mountain. Except for Liu Chunping, who had been fooling around the Taoist hall, there were only Li Yundong, Su Chan, Ziyuan, Zhou Qin and Ao Wushuang.

Ao Wushuang looked at the direction of Zhang kongyun's departure. She was alone and hanging in the shadow. I don't know how long it took. Su Chan gently came to her and whispered, "master... Let's go back."

Ao Wushuang turned her head. A cold and strong face was full of heartbreaking sadness and unwillingness. She whispered, "cicada... Do you say Wang Yuanshan is dead?"

Su Chan had never seen the strong and resolute master in her impression show such a weak side. She couldn't bear it in her heart and gently advised, "master, I think Wang Yuanshan should still be alive."

Although Ao Wushuang knew that Su Chan was comforting herself, she still brightened her eyes and hurriedly asked, "if he is alive, why don't you come to me?"

Su Chan blinked: "maybe he has his own difficulties?"

Ao Wushuang grabbed her arm and hurriedly said, "what's his trouble? Is there anything more important than me?"

Su Chan only felt her arm hurt. She couldn't help shouting, "master, it hurts!"

Ao Wushuang woke up with a start. Disappointed and sad, she loosened her hand and looked lonely and desperate. She smiled sadly and whispered, "I know you're comforting me. He hasn't come to me for so many years... If he's still there, he'll come to me. If he doesn't come, there's only one result... What I should want, I should... No longer hope."

As she spoke, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down her cheeks and rolled down.

Not far away, Ziyuan and Zhou Qin looked at each other and were silent.

In their impression, aowushuang is a strong, indifferent, gorgeous and strong woman, but under her hard shell, there is a hot and weak heart. At this moment, she is no different from a weak and helpless little woman.