"It seems that this is the only way!"

Zhong Li and Hao Yan nodded, and immediately waved his sleeve robe, summoning a wave of divine fire to wrap around Zhuo Wen's remnant body.

However, Zhongli Haoyan soon discovered that under the burning of the divine fire, Zhuo Wen's remnant body was not damaged at all, and it was still shining with crystal light, but it was much dimmer than it was at the beginning.

"What a powerful body, my divine fire can't burn Brother Long's body at all!" Zhongli Hao Yan said in surprise.

Jiang Qisheng and Yao Xiangjun were also shocked, but soon they came back to their senses.

"No wonder Brother Long dared to fight against the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan who has inspired the nine-nine phoenix body. It turns out that his physical body is not simple! With the strength of Brother Long's physical body, I am afraid that many other races can't match it!"

Jiang Qicheng clicked his tongue in amazement, looked at Zhuo Wen's remnant body, and couldn't help murmuring in admiration.

Zhongli Haoyan put away the divine fire, looked at Zhuo Wen's body that was still intact, and said with some helplessness: "My divine fire has no choice but to get Brother Long's body. It is obviously impossible to cremate it!"

"There is no need to cremate! Let's bury Brother Long's body here! This is the deepest part of the Dark Portal, and it is also the place where the corpses of Zuwu Gonggong are stored. There are basically not many people who can enter this place, so the dragon If brother is buried here, at least he won't be disturbed." Yao Xiangjun said in a deep voice.

Jiang Qisheng and Zhongli Haoyan glanced at Yao Xiangjun and nodded, they agreed with Yao Xiangjun's suggestion.

In terms of quietness, this place is indeed a good place to be buried. After all, even ancestor witches of Gonggong's level choose this place. Obviously, this place has excellent feng shui.

After the three of them made up their minds, they found a better location around the Witch God Altar, dug a hole, and put Zhuowen's remnant body in it.

After finishing the tomb, the three of them erected a tombstone in front of Zhuowen's tomb, and wrote the words "Tomb of Longwen" on it.

After finishing all this, the three of them bowed to the tombstone and left the witch altar.

Not long after Zhong Li, Hao Yan and the others left, Zhuo Wen's tomb suddenly burst open, and a hand stretched out from the tomb.

Then, from the tomb, a figure slowly crawled out.

"Ahem!"

This figure was Zhuo Wen. Zhuo Wen coughed a few times, then lay on his back, looking at the empty sky above.

At this moment, Zhuowen's body was almost cut in half. The huge wound stretched from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, and blood gushed out from the huge wound.

However, Zhuowen's body was constantly emitting a faint green glow. Under the cover of this green glow, Zhuowen's injuries were under control, and he began to recover gradually, but the recovery was very slow.

"Damn it, the fire wheel manifested by the phoenix wings is so terrifying, it almost killed me!"

Looking at the slow recovery speed of his own body, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but cursed secretly.

His Pangu Saint Body was fused with the Jumang Gu worm, and the latter was a Gu worm that mainly healed energy, and ordinary injuries could be healed instantly.

But the moment Zhuowen was bombarded by the phoenix wing steamer, Zhuowen felt that he had lost control of himself, and his consciousness completely disappeared in that time and space.

But before his consciousness collapsed, Zhuo Wen brought his deity into the big world in time.

It can be said that at that moment, the avatar really fell, and even the soul of the avatar was destroyed.

However, the deity is safe, so it is natural to use the soul of the deity to awaken the energy of the Jumang Gu insect in the clone, and start to restore the damaged body of the clone.

It's just that the degree of incompleteness of the clone is too serious, and the energy of the phoenix-winged fire wheel is extremely high, which greatly weakens the effect of his recovery.

The avatar sat cross-legged not far from the witch god altar, and began to recover from his injuries silently, while the big world turned into a speck of dust and landed on the avatar's shoulders, while the deity was in the big world, lost in thought.

Zhuowen recalled the appearance he saw at the moment when the veil of the Saintess of the Phoenix Clan fluttered.

He can be 100% sure that that appearance is indeed Mu Chenxue's.

But apart from that face, whether it is temperament, demeanor, or eyes, they are all very different from the Mu Chenxue in his impression, they are not the same person at all.

It was at that moment that Zhuo Wen saw Mu Chenxue's face, so Zhuo Wen's heart throbbed, and he lost his mind, and was caught by the saint.

However, after Zhuo Wen thought about it now, he was sure that it wasn't the real Mu Chenxue, and he still paid attention to some details.

That is, although the appearance of the saint is very similar to Mu Chenxue, but when I think about it carefully, there are actually quite a few differences in some details.

After all, if Mu Chenxue himself really appeared in front of him, Zhuo Wen could easily recognize him even if he was wearing a veil.

And this saint, even if she took off her veil, still gave Zhuo Wen an indescribable sense of strangeness.

"The saint of the Phoenix clan is definitely not Chen Xue!"

Zhuo Wen came to a conclusion, his eyes were cold, but he knew that the saintess of the Phoenix clan must know the whereabouts of Mu Chenxue.

Otherwise, when he mentioned Mu Chenxue earlier, the Saintess Society of the Phoenix Clan lost his composure, and even forced him to ask him why he knew Mu Chenxue's name. JrNovels.com