Chapter 1172 Kneeling

The Lord of Turbid Breath has never seen such light before. The light is not dazzling and makes people feel very warm.

But this burst of light made me quite uncomfortable.

The body composed of turbid breath slowly disappeared under the influence of this light, and there was nothing he could do to prevent this from happening.

"What's going on? How is this possible?"

The Lord of Turbid Breath exclaimed in surprise. He already knew that his body was being slowly purified by Zhou Ran.

How could this guy Zhou Ran have such ability?

"This is the power of the Holy Bead! Without the Holy Bead, I'm afraid I would be defeated in your hands!"

Zhou Ran said lightly that he was already on the verge of death, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, the Holy Pearl suddenly released its power.

This is the first time he has resonated with the Holy Pearl since he was recognized as its owner.

The Holy Pearl does not possess power, but it can activate its own power.

Exhausted, he once again regained his fighting strength, and the purification method written by the dragon clan could work again.

Under the illumination of the holy light, the Lord of Turbid Breath had no ability to resist.

"This is impossible!"

The Lord of Turbid Breath shouted that he was immortal and would come back to life no matter how many times he died.

But being purified is different. Once one's origin disappears, no matter what method is used, one cannot recover it.

The new master of the Soul Palace was breathing his last breath.

"Zhou Ran, don't be too happy! Kill me, Lord Black Emperor will not let you go!"

"Don't think that being recognized by the Holy Pearl means you are pretentious. This world of immortality is still dark, and your Holy Light can't change anything!"

"I will not die. Even if my soul dissipates, I will exist in another way! The turbid breath in the immortal world is all my body and my eyes!"

"Zhou Ran, you have to die a good death! One day, you will be completely destroyed like me!"

The Lord of Turbid Breath gritted his teeth and spoke his last words.

His hatred for Zhou Ran could not be expressed in words.

Zhou Ran ignored what the Lord of Turbid Breath said before his death, and he exerted the power of the dragon in his body to the extreme.

The powerful dragon power is the basis for purifying turbid breath.

The Lord of Turbid Breath finally stopped talking, and Zhou Ran realized that the Lord of Turbid Breath had died in his own hands.

The air in the abandoned land became clear again, with white clouds floating in the sky. It no longer looked like the doomsday scene just now.

At this time, Zhou Ran's whole body seemed to be falling apart. The Lord of Turbid Breath was dead and he could finally rest.

Zhou Ran didn't even have the strength to meditate anymore. He lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The shining holy beads beside him lost their light again.

I don’t know how long I slept for, but Zhou Ran was woken up by Qianxun’s voice.

"Zhou Ran, are you okay?"

Zhou Ran opened his eyes, and Qianxun looked at him anxiously. Next to Qianxun was Lingxuan, the master of the Linghai Sect, who was also a little worried.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Ran smiled bitterly, saying that, but he didn't seem to be okay at all.

Lingxuan added: "We were saving nearby villages, but suddenly we found that the air became cleaner and the breath of the Lord of Turbid Breath disappeared. We knew that you won, so we came back without stopping."

Qianxun's eyes were shining with tears: "I have been worried and afraid that something might happen to you, but in the end you defeated the powerful enemy! Zhou Ran, you have done so much for those innocent people, I think They will thank you."

"If the Inquisition does not put pressure on the Temple, what I do will not be effective."

Zhou Ran looked up at the sky. The clear sky had returned to the abandoned land, but how long could such days last?

If the temple is still stubborn and resumes soul trading, the abandoned land will once again become a purgatory-like existence.

Lingxuan sighed and said: "That is the matter of the superiors, how can we interfere? After all,

We are just pawns in the hands of the superior. "

Qianxun also said: "As an elder of the temple, my grandfather has no way to change the world of immortality. This shows that this matter is difficult and not easy to do."

"Let's go!"

Zhou Ran stood up. Since he had defeated the Lord of Turbid Breath, there was no need for him to stay in the abandoned land. It was better to return to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible and heal his wounds.

Lingxuan helped Zhou Ran, who now couldn't even walk.

Qianxun followed behind, not daring to show any signs of neglect.

The three of them were about to leave the Abandoned Land, but suddenly a lot of people appeared in front of them, all of them villagers from the Abandoned Land.

When the villagers saw Zhou Ran and the other three, their eyes shone with gratitude.

Suddenly, these villagers all knelt in front of the three people.

Hundreds of villagers from different villages knelt down at the same time. The scene was quite spectacular.

"Folks, what are you doing? Get up, I can't afford it!"

Zhou Ran persuaded, but the villagers had no intention of getting up. Instead, they kept expressing their gratitude.

"Heroes, please don't be humble. You definitely deserve our kneeling!"

"After the Soul Palace was rebuilt, although there was only one master, he owned a large number of monsters. He led the monsters to plunder, and many villages were destroyed by him! If you don't come, all of us will die! "

"Just now we were suffocated by the breath of the Soul Hall Master, and it was all thanks to you that we woke up! Not only did you wake us up, you also rekindled our hope!"

"The Soul Hall Master was defeated by you, and the sky of the Abandoned Land has become clear. From now on, we don't have to worry about fear anymore, and we can live a peaceful life!"

"This is all brought to us by you, so we kneel down to you! Please don't let us get up, you are the heroes in our hearts!"

The villagers were grateful, and everyone had tears in their eyes.

They were tears of joy, and the villagers' faces were filled with happiness.

Zhou Ran, Qianxun, and Lingxuan persuaded for a long time, and the kneeling villagers slowly stood up and surrounded the three of them.

Living in the Abandoned Land, the villagers are very easy to satisfy.

Although they don't know when the Temple will rebuild the Soul Hall, even a short period of peace is quite rare.

Killing the Lord of Turbid Breath and bringing peace to the Abandoned Land, Zhou Ran and the other three will be heroes in everyone's hearts for the rest of their lives.

The three of them originally wanted to go back to the Changsheng Realm, but they couldn't refuse the villagers' kindness. The three of them knew very well that they might not be able to leave for the time being, and could only accept the invitation of the villagers to be their guests.