This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar - Chapter 44

    The words of the young man, Feng Ci just smiled lightly.

     This seat is comparable?”

    The long sword in his hand showed, and the golden light suddenly rose.

    “—you deserve it.”

    Pei Qianyue was able to serve Langfeng City, and single-handedly founded the Immortal Alliance, and sat on the position of the Immortal Alliance for three hundred years, not only because of the inheritance he got from Qianqiu Patriarch. As a great demon who has cultivated for three thousand years, looking at the entire cultivation world, he may not be able to find two people who can compare with his cultivation.

    But when the young man beside him finally made his move, Xiao Chengxuan knew what it meant to be someone outside.

    The sky is roaring constantly, as if the clouds in the sky are concentrated over the Broken Sword Villa.

    And on that day, the three figures were inseparable. Every sword shadow was too fast to catch with the naked eye, and the sword qi generated by swinging the sword fell into the air, drawing a deep ravine on the ground.

    Even if you touch it lightly, it can instantly kill a person.

    The gravel splashed constantly beside him, Xiao Chengxuan helped the disciple beside him to barely get up from the ground, and roared: “Hide… Hide! Go in the room—!”

    Everyone woke up like a dream.

    The disciple who was still awake supported the comatose and stumbled into the house.

    Xiao Chenghuan staggered to Xiao Chengxuan’s side.

    He was just too close to the disciple of the formation, and he was also affected when the formation was broken. He limped when he fell, his delicate face was full of dust, and he was particularly embarrassed.

    “Brother, these two are—”

     Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chengxuan suddenly rushed towards him desperately. In a second, a sword qi fell from the sky, and the place where the two were standing instantly became a deep pit.

    The two brothers tumbled several meters away, Xiao Chenghuan’s back hit the ground heavily, and he smelled a strong **** smell in his nose.

    “Brother, brother…”

    The sword qi just now accidentally fell beside the two of them, Xiao Chengxuan protected Xiao Chenghuan to dodge at the fastest speed, but was still affected by Xu Jianqi.

    Xiao Chengxuan was covered in blood, he opened his mouth to say something and coughed up a mouthful of blood first.

    Boom—

    “…You are crying.” After a while, Xiao Chengxuan’s voice sounded again. His voice was extremely weak, and he coughed several times after saying a word, “It’s okay… I can’t die.”

    The originally beautiful and elegant Jiangnan courtyard has been turned into ruins, Xiao Chengxuan turned his back and fell on the pile of rocks, looking at the entangled lights and shadows in the sky: “Chenghuan, you are right.”

    “Ah?” Xiao Chenghuan was full of tears, not knowing what his brother suddenly said.

    Xiao Chengxuan laughed at himself: “I thought I had a chance to win.”

    Man will conquer the sky, in the final analysis, it is just a dream out of reach of the human race.

    Xiao Chengxuan closed his eyes and suddenly felt a hint of coldness on his face.

    The rain finally came.

    ***

    The light rain quickly turned into a downpour. In the heavy rain curtain, the splendid light fell rapidly, and the energy generated by the collision swayed in an arc.

    The gravel splashed and the dust was everywhere.

    He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

    This body is too weak.

    I don’t usually feel it, but when I really started, I realized the limitations of this physical body. The body of this ordinary young man could not bear such a strong spirit.

    Feng Ci only felt a humming sound in his head, and his muscles and bones were screaming for pain.

    “People…”

    Pei Qianyue was not far from him just now, he got up and walked in front of him, his lips also a little red.

    But the situation looks much better than rhetoric.

    At least he can get up.

    Feng Ci pressed his chest and coughed a few times, trying to get up and feel that his limbs could not be used, he could only smile bitterly: “…that’s outrageous.”

    Pei Qianyue: “Huh?”

      Bar?”

    Fights are not fun.

    “Stop talking.” Pei Qianyue raised his hand and pressed his vest, and slowly crossed the spirit in.

    Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked forward, in the thunder and lightning, the slender youth slowly stood up in the rain curtain.

    The injury of the young man is actually no less than his.

    The rhetoric of fighting just now has been tested, and this guy in front of him has inherited all the qualities of his heyday, and has his cultivation base and weapons, but that’s all. Even if Feng Ci can’t do everything right now, it is reasonable to say that it is not a problem to join forces with Pei Qianyue to clean up this thing.

    The tricky part is that this thing is immortal.

    The young man stood up with the sword in his arms. Blood was seeping from all over his body, and his whole body was soaked by the rain, and the rain mixed with blood and water. But soon, the blood on his body disappeared cleanly, and with a long sword, he looked at the two people in front of him calmly.

    “Are you coming?”

    “…” Feng Ci turned to ask Pei Qianyue, “Did I speak so irritatingly before?”

    Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, “No.”

    The wind gave an “oh” and was relieved: “That’s good.”

    Feeling that his limbs were gradually regaining his breath, Fengci pushed Pei Qianyue’s hand away from his vest, and stood up on the other’s arm: “Save your breath.”

    With a long sword in his hand, he said coldly, “There is still a tough battle waiting to be fought.”

    “You still stop me?” The young man’s voice was indifferent, “You should see that I am not finished yet.”

    Wind: “So what?”

    The young man sighed softly: “This time I just want to save 80 lives at Folding Sword Villa. You are still useful, and you don’t need to sacrifice here.”

    “Is there any use?” Feng Ci’s eyes narrowed, “What is the use, is it useful to you, or to the person who made you?”

    Youth do not answer.

    The wind speech is also not indifferent, and he smiled: “Then I understand.”

    “That means…” The long sword in his hand suddenly rose with golden light, and the sword light reflected in his eyes, reflecting his bright smile, “I can’t die yet, right?”

      As he guessed, when he gave up the defense and attacked, the youth hesitated instead.

    —This man dare not kill him.

    With a puff, Feng Ci’s sword penetrated the young man’s heart, and with a single step, nailed the young man to the ground.

    He stepped on his former body with a cold and chilling smile on his face.

    All of this happened very fast, and the sudden explosion of the soul made Feng Ji almost see the sound of his bones shattering inch by inch, but he still laughed, as if the pain brought him not pain, but It’s unprecedented fun.

    Three thousand years of pleasure.

    The young man gushed blood from his mouth, and he struggled, unable to break the long sword that penetrated his heart.

    “I can’t die, because I killed you with my own hands.” Feng Ci leaned over and looked at the young man’s **** face, which was still shockingly beautiful, and said calmly, “Am I right?”

    The young man shook his head: “Not now.”

    “I know.” Feng Ci’s eyes were cold, “But why should I be yours?”

    When he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the sky above the two of them. The sky was filled with golden light, and in the light, an upside-down bronze tripod slowly emerged.

    Phantom.

    It’s no use trapping a body that has lost its soul.

    The pupils of the youth contracted suddenly.

    Illusory Spirit Cauldron was the last killer move prepared by Feng Ci.

    It should be said that if there is no Magic Spirit Cauldron in Folding Sword Villa, Feng Ci may not so easily agree to use Folding Sword Villa as a bait to attract the real murderer to appear here.

    The youth realized what was about to happen, and struggled violently: “You can’t go against…you can’t—!”

    Pei Qianyue said in a low voice: “Take it.”

    The air stopped for a moment.

    Then the wind swept through and the rain poured down. The Illusory Spirit Cauldron seemed to be transformed into a beast, opening its chaotic mouth towards Fang and the two.

    The huge suction took Feng Ci and the youth off the ground, Feng Ci could no longer bear the severe pain of shattering muscles and bones, and when he loosened his hand, the Qianqiu Sword turned into a fine light and dissipated into the void .

    For a moment, someone wrapped his arms around his waist and brought him into his arms.

    Feng Ci was out of breath. He looked at the man in front of him and was about to say something, but the expression on his face changed suddenly.

    A hand suddenly grabbed Pei Qianyue’s shoulder.

    Feng Ci’s gaze went over Pei Qianyue’s shoulder and saw that familiar, extremely beautiful and extremely cold face.

    “You can’t…you shouldn’t disobey him-!”

    The young man was angry out of nowhere, and pulled the two who had left the bronze tripod back to the golden light. The gust of wind whizzed past, and at the critical moment, Pei Qianyue only had time to push the wind word—

    “Pei Qianyue!”

    The golden light above the head spread out, the bronze tripod flipped in midair, and a loud noise came to the ground.

    The hustle and bustle is gone.

    The youth and Pei Qianyue have disappeared.

    “Xian…Xianzun!”

    Someone came to Fengci soon, and some tried to help him up, but Fengci ignored him.

    He just looked at the copper cauldron that was silent again, and smiled softly: “Pei Qianyue, you are a lunatic.”

    The noise is getting louder and louder, and it is almost unclear what they are shouting. His body was so badly injured that his muscles and bones were almost completely broken, and there was not a single part of his body that was not bleeding.

    In a panic, Feng Ci stretched out his hand and grabbed the sleeve of one person.

    “Heal me.” Feng Ci’s voice was hoarse, blood gushing out of his mouth with every word he said, “Don’t let me die.”

    After saying this, Feng Ci gently closed his eyes and fell down.

    No one saw him, the moment his body fell, a cloud of blue smoke floated out of his head, turning into a handsome young man in midair.

    After leaving the body, the bone-piercing pain in the body should also subside.

    But no.

    “That’s how it feels.”

    Feng Ci laughed lightly, and her figure turned into a cloud of blue smoke again, floating into the bronze tripod.

    ***

    Illusory Spirit Ding is a peerless treasure created by a senior in the cultivation world during the war between humans and demons. Later, in order to deal with the demons, the senior gave it to the human allies headed by Fengci. However, after the war was settled, he somehow fell into the world and came into the hands of Folding Sword Villa.

    Fengci used this item to conquer many demons, but he entered it for the first time.

    There is a chaotic space inside the Illusory Spirit Ding.

    Feng Ci originally entered here with the body of the soul, but when he landed lightly in the chaos, he found that he had recovered his body.

    The young man looks cold and long.

    Not surprising.

    Illusions are independent spaces. In order to make the illusions more real and confusing, they usually make up for a flaw. Therefore, in this illusion, Feng Ci returned to its original appearance.

    But he wasn’t happy at all.

    —Anyone who has just fought with their own body will feel awkward.

    Too absurd.

    He has lived for so many years, he never thought that he would encounter such absurd things.

    Fengci shook her head and walked forward.

    In the dark space, one after another light mirrors emerged, reflecting the past appearance of Fengci.

    Feng Ci patiently looked at them one by one.

    Three sides, four sides… Feng Ci saw his young self stepping on the mountain of corpses and blood, fighting the monster to the death.

    At the end of the screen, the young Feng Ci cut off the head of the demon.

    The head rolled down to Fengci’s feet, he half-kneeled, raised his hand and gently closed the wide eyes of the blurry-faced demon.

    “—Master.”

    Wind and close your eyes.

    The Magic Spirit Ding is said to be able to reshape the most desperate and painful memories of a person’s life, trapping people forever in this endless nightmare, and tormenting them forever.

    Those who are set for a job will be tortured by this fantasy until the madman dies, and he will never be able to find a way to escape.

    It is indeed a very wicked magic weapon.

    Feng Ci chuckled and continued to walk forward.

    The further you go, the faster the picture in the light mirror changes. Scenes of light and shadow staggered and changed, and countless light mirrors circled around Feng Ci, circling at a dizzying speed.

    Feng Ci stood in the depths of this vortex and said softly, “Enough.”

    The changing light and shadow suddenly stopped.

    In the light mirror in front of Zhan Fengci, he was still young, kneeling on the top of the cliff, his eyes firmly looking at the dark cloudy sky.

    Feng Ci thinks of it, this is probably the day he prayed to heaven and gave him the supreme way.

    He looked at his past self, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: “Is there a moment in my life that I haven’t been in pain and despair.”

    “—can you pick it out?”

    When he finished speaking, the light mirror in front of him suddenly shook violently.

    Thousands of light mirrors were all shattered in an instant.

    The Magic Spirit Ding is based on the most painful memories in one’s life, weaving a fantasy, but it does not know what kind of fantasy to weave.

    Because in Fengci’s heart, no memory can afford the word “most”.

    I am afraid that even the senior who made the Illusory Cauldron thousands of years ago could not have imagined that the method of cracking the Illusionary Cauldron was so simple.

    Feng Ci took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in that chaotic space.

    He stepped on the soft grass, the sun shines through the shade of the trees, and the air is filled with the fragrance of wet grass after the rain.

    Fengci looked up at the sky and roughly guessed where it was.

    This is the Lingwu Mountain three hundred years ago.