Jiang Mu floated in. The incense was quite good, the smoke was lingering, and the clouds were rising.

Among the incense, there is a kind of faith similar to the national destiny, but it is not the power of faith, but it is far inferior to the national destiny.

These incense powers were eventually submerged into a huge Taoist statue, which should be the so-called True Lord.

Jiang Mu observed for a long time and felt that this Taoist looked familiar. No, Fan Tian?

The head of the Divine Sword Sect, his former teacher and nephew, why did you come here to be a clay sculpture?

Jiang Mu was very excited and happy. It was not easy. Finally, he met an acquaintance, even if it was just a clay sculpture, oh, no, there was a wisp of true spirit inside.

He approached carefully and sank into the clay sculpture, for fear of scaring his teacher and nephew.

But soon he realized that he was overthinking.

His teacher and nephew are already confused.

There is only one wisp left in the true spirit. Although the soul has become very "strong" because of the absorption of incense, it is unbearable. Various thoughts inside are stirred up like loaches.

Jiang Mu couldn't bear it, so he carefully sorted it out and wiped out all the impurities. The remaining power of faith finally became clearer. Of course, for him, it was still turbid and he didn't want to give it to him.

Slowly injecting these remaining powers of faith into the true spirit, Fan Tian's consciousness finally became clearer a little.

"I...I..."

"Mr. Fan Tian, ​​do you still recognize me?"

Jiang Mu had to divide the divine will that he had already had very few, and took one of them out. He endured the disgust and mixed it with a lot of incense power, which made Fan Tian's true spirit see him.

It's too difficult for old friends to meet.
Chapter completed!