The enemy made a promise to me

Ye Chenfei was in a coma for a very short time, but for a moment, he struggled to get up again as if he had been summoned by something.

Gu Mo sent some spiritual power to him, and the master and apprentice bid farewell to the confused Du Jiannan in a hurry, and headed towards Xichuan quickly.

While Gu Mo was flying, he looked at Ye Chenfei from time to time.

Seeing Ye Chenfei's face getting more and more ugly, he finally couldn't help persuading him: "If you feel uncomfortable, stop for a while, don't force it."

Ye Chenfei shook his head.

Gu Mo knew that persuasion was useless, so he stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Ye Chenfei suddenly said: "I shouldn't have come."

Gu Mo: "..."

Ye Chenfei's speed did not slow down, and his eyes were heavy looking into the distance.

"I didn't expect him to hate me so much... He should hate me, but he should hate me, why should he be so cruel to himself..."

As he spoke, another thread of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the snow-white skirt.

"Shen Fei!" Gu Mo frowned and looked at Ye Chenfei with accusations and pity.

Ye Chenfei took a deep breath and stopped talking, but tried his best to increase Yukong's speed.

Gu Mo thought silently in his heart: If he was to blame, wouldn't he also be responsible?

Should the apprentice stop him when he went looking for him relentlessly and begged him to take him with him to visit Du Jiannan of the Fairy Zongmen?

In that case, wouldn't this kind of thing happen?

That child of the Yue family is also a poor one.

The young master who was still high above the sky yesterday and was well-clothed and well-fed, fell into the underground quagmire once the situation changed suddenly.

The father died, the family was separated, and I was stared at...

But what did he do wrong?

Gu Mo sighed secretly in his heart.

**

Xichuan Jiuyou Hall.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother sat lazily on the large seat in the main hall, squinted at the two people standing below with the corner of her eyes, and asked, "Calling the soul?"

"Yes." Gu Mo replied.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother yawned and stretched, and finally pulled herself together a little, stood up from her seat, walked to Gu Mo and Ye Chenfei, and walked around them twice.

"Gu Mo, don't you see life and death the most? Death is like a lamp going out, what kind of soul is it?"

Gu Mo had a stupid mouth and a gentle temper, and he could hear the sarcasm in Jiuzhu Guimu's words, but he didn't know how to refute.

"Chi Youling, Soul Duozhu..." Ye Chenfei, who was standing at the side, said without a trace.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother turned her eyes to him, her eyes sparkled, and she seemed to be open to money: "The young man knows what I want most..."

Then, she changed her face and became cold again.

She approached Ye Chenfei, looked him up and down, and said, "But right now, what I need most is not these..."

"What do you want?" Ye Chenfei asked.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother smiled and asked Ye Chenfei: "Can you give me whatever I want?"

Ye Chenfei didn't speak, but looked at the ghost mother of Jiuzhu calmly.

The ghost mother was bored by his expression, and waved her hands impatiently: "Em lumps, I don't understand the style! Okay, let me tell you straight. I want you to cultivate for ten years, but I can't guarantee that the three souls and the seven souls will all be the same." It can be completely recalled. Because you said that your friend died in the Snowy Nether, in such a place, it is impossible for the soul to remain intact. Think about it..."

"Okay." Ye Chenfei interrupted the Ghost Mother's words.

The ghost mother couldn't help but looked at Ye Chenfei carefully, and said leisurely: "What kind of friend makes you so interested?"

Ye Chenfei didn't answer, but spread out the two halves of agarwood that had been holding in his hand, and handed them to the ghost mother.

The ghost mother was so confused by him that she couldn't speak nonsense, so she had no choice but to pick up the agarwood, and took out a lamp from her Qiankun bag.

After casting a spell and reciting a spell, the wick of the lamp slowly burned.

"Well, the remnant souls are not gone yet. With my seven-star soul-gathering lamp hanging there, you don't have to worry about it for seven days."

Ye Chenfei stared firmly at the not-so-bright blue flame, and asked, "Seven days?"

Nine Candle Ghost Mother said: "Yes, within seven days. You can hang his remnant soul here, but you have to recruit seven or eight eight, and you have to go to the underworld. The closer you get, the more sure you are. Wait for me Pack up and let's go to the snowy area. Hey~ I said young man, do you really stop thinking about it? It's not a good feeling to be taken away by me."

Ye Chenfei didn't answer, his gaze was fixed on the flame of the wick.

In a state of madness, Yue Xixing was abolished by the leader of the Central Continent Cultivation League.

What is it like?Ye Chenfei didn't know, and had no chance to ask.

Gu Mo said softly, "That's different."

Ye Chenfei turned to look at him, and Gu Mo said again: "Abolishing your cultivation base is different from taking away your cultivation base."

It's probably the difference between stabbing a person in the heart and killing him or putting him to death.

Gu Mo was very worried.

Ye Chenfei is his proud disciple, and his cultivation level is not inferior to his.

But in this state, he will lose another ten years of cultivation...

"It's better than..."

He wanted to propose that the ghost mother take his cultivation base.

Ye Chenfei knew what Master was going to say, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

He thinks he can tolerate many kinds of pain.

But today he experienced a new kind of pain.

It was the heart-piercing pain that he couldn't stop watching that person fall into the abyss.

He felt that there would never be a more painful pain than that.

**

Waiting for a woman to go out is maddening.

Ye Chenfei, whose cultivation base was taken away, had a ghostly face, and his temples were even stained by wind and frost.

It was this state that made him unable to use force, so he let the ghost mother of Jiuzhu slowly absorb his ten-year cultivation base into her dantian little by little.

Then, the old woman began to instruct her servants to help her pack the soft luggage, rouge, gouache, daily utensils, etc...

Even the good-tempered Gu Mo couldn't stand it.But because of her procrastination, Ye Chenfei mostly bought time to rest, so he didn't say anything.

Fortunately, the seven-star soul-hunting lamp has been burning very quietly, without any slight shaking.

Ye Chenfei often stared at the light with his eyes right and wrong, only then could he calm down from Nine Candle Ghost Mother's endless dawdling.

Four days before the seven-day limit, Nine Candle Ghost Mother finally agreed to set off.

Because of her accompanying, Ye Chenfei couldn't force himself to fly extremely fast.

This also made Gu Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

After a day and a night, I arrived at the Snowy Netherworld.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother set up a formation, placed a burning soul-gathering lamp in the middle, and officially began to summon souls.

Ye Chenfei stood aside to protect the dharma, his eyes fell through the layers of clouds and mist, and fell into the endless abyss under the cliff.

That day, during the tracking of his soul consciousness, he saw Yue Xixing jumping down from the top of the cliff with his own eyes.

Several days passed, and he finally came here in person, apprehensively and piously welcoming the return of Yue Xixing's soul.

The formation roared, and countless invisible shadows were sucked up from the abyss by the soul-absorbing technique of the ghost mother of nine candles, and surrounded the arranged soul-invoking platform, scrambling to enter, but they were caught by the invisible force. block out.

There were more and more shadows, and finally a few strands of the messy shadows were attracted by the power of the soul-gathering wick, passed through layers of obstacles, and slowly drifted into the soul-gathering lamp, and the wick became a little brighter.

As the Nine Candle Ghost Mother worked harder and harder to cast spells, more and more shadows were drawn into the wick, and the flame of the wick became bigger and bigger.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother picked up the two halves of agarwood, pinched the formula and recited the mantra anxiously, and then uttered a clear cry: "Yue Xixing, a member of the Yue clan of Fumogu in the north of Central Continent, born on the eighteenth day of the winter month in the year of Yihai, hurry up!" Come back quickly!"

After shouting, she passed the two halves of agarwood around the wick of the soul-gathering lamp again, slapped it on the table, grabbed a yellow talisman, and lit it on the wick of the soul-gathering lamp.

At the same time, the last group of shadows was forcibly captured from the outside and merged into the light.

The light of the fire "cracked" suddenly, as bright as fireworks.

Then it remained in the brightest state.

Nine Candle Ghost Mother took out a silk handkerchief and wiped away the sweat. It was obvious that she had expended a lot of spiritual energy.

If it wasn't for Ye Chenfei's ten-year cultivation base, she might not have the strength to persevere.

The resentment in the abyss is too strong, and it is not easy to win the remnant soul from its mouth.

Ye Chenfei tried his best to walk lightly and approached, looking at the bright wick of fire.

He wanted to ask if he was Yue Xixing?I wonder if he still hates me that much?I still want to tell him that if I have something to say, I should say it well and stop acting impulsively...

But before he asked the ghost mother how to communicate with the ghost in the soul lamp, the two halves of agarwood on the table in front of the lamp suddenly trembled.

As the bright lights approached, they quickly shrunk and dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into pitch blackness.