How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Chapter 489 Ghosts and monsters, only you betrayed me

Qian Ling stepped forward and hooked Jiang Luo's nose, then smiled softly, "You! You have so many things to do every day, how can I not understand you? Don't worry, I said, I will take good care of the children, just go and do your thing."

Jiang Luo nodded slowly. He and Lu Qing hugged A Nuan and A Han respectively, and then rushed to the Far North Temple together.

The two of them are now top-level gods, traveling thousands of miles a day, and soon arrived at the Far North Temple.

Jiang Luo stood in front of the ruins next to the Far North Temple, the cold wind carrying fine snowflakes hitting his face. Lu Qing stood beside him, his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, his eyes staring calmly at the ancient building covered with ice and snow in front of him.

Only the core area remains of the God's realm, and the once magnificent buildings are now reduced to ruins.

The huge stone pillars were tilted and inserted into the snow. The broken statues were half-buried in the snow, revealing their mottled faces.

The dome of the main hall had long since collapsed, revealing a gray sky with snowflakes falling silently, as if mourning for this once holy place.

"This is it." Lu Qing whispered, his voice echoing in the empty ruins.

He raised his hand, a faint golden light emanated from his fingertips, and an invisible barrier appeared in front of them. Seven layers of seals were intertwined into complex patterns, emitting a faint light.

Jiang Luo nodded and looked around.

He could feel a faint chill in the air. It was not ordinary coldness, but the breath from monsters.

Although Lu Qing has set up many seals, the sealed monsters are still stirring, as if they will break free at any time.

"Let's go in." Jiang Luo said softly and walked forward.

Lu Qing followed closely behind, his hand always loosely grasped on Jiang Luo's waist, as if ready to pull him back to his side at any time.

The moment you step into the ruins of God's Realm, the temperature around you drops suddenly.

The breath exhaled by Jiang Luo condensed into white mist in the air, and the snow under his feet made a slight creaking sound.

The interior of the ruins was even more dilapidated than the outside, with cracks all over the walls and broken stones and rotten wooden beams scattered on the ground.

"Be careful." Lu Qing warned in a low voice, looking around vigilantly. He could feel that those sealed low-level monsters were watching them in the dark, waiting for an opportunity.

Jiang Luo did not answer. His attention was drawn to an altar in front of the temple statue. It was originally the central statue for worshipping their main god, Zhuo Erqun. At this time, the statue was broken and collapsed, but there were still some scattered magical instruments in front of the altar.

Those magical weapons were refined by Zhuo Erqun and his followers using countless lives in the past. Jiang Luo felt horrified when he saw those magical weapons.

Lu Qing looked at the magic weapons and said, "The spirits of these magic weapons are imprisoned here. If we want to save them, we must destroy these magic weapons so that the spirits can be free. Of course, whether they choose to be reborn or something else is up to them."

Jiang Luo nodded and looked at the magic weapons lying quietly among a pile of rubble. It was hard to imagine that they were once living beings in their lifetime. These magic weapons were engraved with ancient runes and emitted a faint light.

Jiang Luo's gaze lingered on those magical weapons for a moment, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He could feel the imprisoned weapon spirits wailing silently, as if they were asking him for help. His fingers trembled slightly, and his fingertips touched the nearest magic weapon - it was a ring inlaid with a blood-red gem. The cold touch made his heart tremble.

"These weapon spirits... are all innocent." Jiang Luo whispered, with a hint of suppressed anger in his voice.

He couldn't imagine how many lives Zhuo Erqun and his followers had killed in order to refine these evil magical weapons.

Lu Qing stood beside him, his eyes calm and deep. He reached out his hand, gently grasped Jiang Luo's wrist, and whispered: "Destroying these magic weapons and releasing the spirits is the only thing we can do now."

Jiang Luo nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner fluctuations. He raised his hand, and a ball of pure divine power condensed in his palm, the light was as warm and bright as the morning light.

He slowly injected his divine power into the blood-colored ring. The runes on the surface of the ring began to flicker, and then there was a crisp cracking sound, and it turned into countless tiny points of light and dissipated into the air.

A faint light floated out of the ring and condensed into a vague human figure. It was a young woman with a pretty face and eyes full of gratitude and relief.

She bowed slightly to Jiang Luo and said softly: "Thank you... I am finally free."

Jiang Luo's heart trembled slightly, and he asked softly: "Do you... have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The woman shook her head, her eyes gentle and calm. "I have no regrets anymore. I just hope that in my next life... I can be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life."

After saying this, her figure gradually dissipated, turned into starlight, and disappeared into the air.

Jiang Luo watched her disappear, feeling both relieved and heavy. He turned to look at Lu Qing and whispered, "Let's continue."

Lu Qing nodded, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

The two began to destroy the magical instruments on the altar one by one. The destruction of each magical instrument was accompanied by the liberation of the instrument spirit.

Some of the spirits chose to pass away, while others had nowhere to go, so Jiang Luo put them into the Ten Thousand Ghosts System and let them settle in the Ghost Town.

Just as they were about to destroy the last magic weapon, a low roar suddenly came from the depths of the ruins, the ground began to shake violently, rubble and snow fell from above, and a strong demonic aura filled the air.

"There's a monster!" Lu Qing grabbed Jiang Luo and quickly dodged to the side. A huge crack opened up under their feet, and a low roar came from the dark abyss.

"There are indeed some remaining monsters here, but fortunately, these are all low-level monsters that are of no use." Lu Qing raised his hand, and golden light condensed in his palm. A monster turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the air under his attack.

Jiang Luo tightly grasped the Aocai Linghan Sword in his hand, raised his hand, and stabbed the black shadows with a pure sword blade, dispersing them.

However, just when they killed the last monster, the entire God's Realm began to shake. Lu Qing grabbed Jiang Luo and ran out, saying, "Let's go!"

The moment the two rushed out of the ruins, the building behind them collapsed with a loud bang, and huge smoke and snow mist rose into the sky. Jiang Luo gasped and looked back at the ruins of the God's Realm, with a complex emotion in his heart.

"Maybe... those magic weapons are the last bit of spiritual energy supporting the main hall. If we destroy the magic weapons, the main hall will collapse." Lu Qing said in a low voice, his palm still tightly holding Jiang Luo's hand.

Jiang Luo nodded, his eyes falling on the last magic weapon in his hand.

It was a small jade bottle, engraved with complex runes and emitting a faint light. Jiang Luo could feel that the spirit in the bottle was more powerful than any previous one, and even had a familiar aura.

"This is..." Jiang Luo whispered, his fingers gently stroking the surface of the jade bottle. Suddenly, the jade bottle made a crisp shattering sound, and a dazzling light rushed out of the bottle, condensing into a tall male figure.

The man was dressed in black, had a burly figure, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Luo, lowered his head, and said softly: "Long time no see... Master."

Jiang Luo's heart suddenly trembled, and his pupils shrank slightly. "You are... Liang!"

The man nodded: "It's me, thank you Master... for letting me regain my freedom."

Jiang Luo snorted coldly: "Ghosts and monsters, you are the only one who betrayed me, so you don't have to call me master anymore."