They floated quietly in the air, looking at the puppet, with complex expressions on their faces.
"Jiu Yan Palace ... Huanzun!"
"Oh it's you!"
After the two had said this, the eyes were darkened, and they both showed bitter smiles.
Immediately after that, thin cracks appeared on the bone, turning into powder with the speed visible to the naked eye. The surface of the teenager's body also cracked and gradually turned into powder.
In the breath, the figures of the illusive old man and the young man disappeared into two light spots, and they fell somewhere in the mountains of Tianshi Tao like a meteor.
"Ancestor!"
Yang Lao shouted with sorrow.
The puppet in the air looked at the place where the two rays of light fell into the mountains, and a low voice came from his mouth.