Forced Vest [Rebirth]

The Fen Tian Sword was destroyed on the spot, and the silver-haired monk's figure disappeared, and the two of them immediately turned pale with shock.

The silver-haired monk said angrily: "You devil, what did you do! You actually damaged Fentian! This is the divine sword Fentian that can shake the world!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want something that belongs to the owner."

Feng Xuzhi looked down at the powder that Fen Tian had turned into under his feet, and shook his head.

He flexed his wrist, and there was a crackling sound from his fingertips.

The two souls looked at each other with panic.

Feng Xuzhi smiled, his eyes were bloodthirsty: "With the disappearance of the Fentian Sword, this person's soul has been weakened a lot, it seems that you have attached your soul to the sword embryo so that it will not die for millions of years. "

"Now that Fen Tian has been destroyed, let me see how strong you two love brains are, and whether you can withstand the fist of the deity."

Feng Xu's fist blasted out.

The devilish energy was compressed on the fist, tearing apart the space immediately, and before the two souls could react, they were torn by the devilish energy and flew backwards towards Feng Xuzhi's fist.

"boom--"

The magic flame skyrocketed.

The silver-haired swordsman was pierced through his body immediately, his soul power was eroded by the devilish energy, and his body became thinner and thinner.

The monk in white was shocked: "Ah Xuan!"

He flew over to protect the silver-haired monk, but Feng Xuzhi punched through the soul of the white-clothed monk again.

"You really don't know good from bad! Don't blame me for beheading you on the spot!"

The power of the cultivator's soul in white was knocked away by a single punch, and he could no longer maintain his holy appearance. With a ferocious roar, he raised his hand: "Qing Xiao, come here!"

The illusion of sword intent trembled, and a spirit sword flew in front of the monk in white with a stream of light.

Holding the Lingjian Qingxiao in his hand, Yuran's eyes turned into pure black. There was a holy sword cultivator, clearly an evil cultivator.

This evil cultivator swung his sword and cut it down: "Wuzhi Zhuzi, you should die under my sword right now!"

Qingxiao's sword energy is tyrannical.

Feng Xuzhi frowned, and the magic power in his body was circulating. He met Qing Xiao with his fist, and directly blasted away the sword energy.

Yuran, who was holding Qingxiao in his hand, was also punched and flew away.

Seeing Yuran flying upside down, Feng Xuzhi looked at his fist suspiciously.

He faintly noticed that the Qingxiao Sword in Yuran's hand had no power at all, it seemed tyrannical, but in fact, because the person who wielded the spirit sword did not have enough understanding of the way of the sword, the power of that blow was not as powerful as that of Fen Tian, ​​who held the sword with an incomplete soul. The power of strike.

Is this also an artifact?

These two people also kept saying before that the Qingxiao Sword is an artifact that can shake the world.

Feng Xuzhi couldn't help but fell silent.

He found that these two people were just two paper tigers, their strength was weak, and despite the nice words, jumping up and down, in fact, it was easy for him to get rid of these two things.

Yuran who was holding Qingxiao was punched flying, he couldn't believe it, he held the Qingxiao sword and said in a daze: "Impossible, Qingxiao is obviously one of the strongest artifacts, a spirit sword as famous as Fentian , why does it seem that there is such a big gap between power and Fen Tian?"

Hearing what Yuran said, Feng Xuzhi suddenly understood.

"You two are not the masters of Fen Tian and Qing Xiao at all?"

He squinted his eyes and moved his fingers.

Yuran's soul trembled: "We are! We are like this now, but it's been too long and our souls are weak. You kid, don't you know that we created the sword tower? You are so disrespectful to the owner of the sword tower!"

The silver-haired monk lost the soul attached to Fen Tian, ​​and his soul was even weaker. He tried his best to stand in front of Yuran: "I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the boy, if you were a swordsman like you in ancient times, you should be killed and fed to monsters! Monsters I just like to eat you hard-boned sword cultivators!"

Feng Xuzhi had already guessed the identities of these two people, so he stopped holding his hands immediately, and moved in front of Yuran and the silver-haired monk in a flash.

"Since it's a ferocious beast, wouldn't it be better to be wiped out in ashes when it dies? What kind of swordsman are you pretending to be?"

As he said that, Feng Xuzhi didn't hold back his hands, and punched out several times, hitting the Qingshuang Sword in Yuran's hand.

The Lingjian Qingshuang buzzed for a while, and finally broke inch by inch.

Without the artifact in hand, Yuran and the silver-haired man's spirits became weaker and weaker, and Feng Xuzhi didn't bother to entangle with these two unknown things, so he shot out the magic energy and annihilated these two things directly.

"No!"

Before Yuran and the silver-haired monk disappeared, their voices distorted and quickly turned into roars of beasts.

The hissing quickly faded away.

Feng Xuzhi shook his hands, frowned and looked at the fragments of the spirit sword under his feet.

Fen Tian has been turned into powder, and Qingshuang Sword has been shattered into slag. These two beasts and evil spirits who survived by relying on the Spirit Sword have finally disappeared completely.

However, Feng Zhiyuan was set up by those two disgusting things, lost his body to him, and couldn't get the sword embryo after waking up. This time, in the end, it was Feng Xuzhi's carelessness.

The soul that created the illusion disappeared, and the illusion of sword intent collapsed. Feng Xuzhi stood where he was, waiting for Feng Zhiyuan to wake up and ask him to be held accountable.

He waited for less than 2 minutes, and soon, a person flew from afar and landed two feet away from him.

The young sword cultivator's expression was gloomy, and he completely lost the softness he had when his memory was sealed in the illusion. He looked at Feng Xuzhi with a cold expression for a long time before making a sound.

"Master, is that you?"

The young man's tone was low, trembling uncontrollably.

"Well, it's me."

Feng Xuzhi closed his eyes, and after calming down, he looked at Feng Zhiyuan.

The young man's hand was hanging by his side, clenched tightly, bleeding.

Feng Xuzhi's eyes froze.

Now that a big mistake has been made, Feng Xuzhi is not one to run away and retreat, he steps forward, holds the young man's hand, and carefully separates Feng Zhiyuan's fingers that were locked into his palm.

When Feng Xuzhi approached, Feng Zhiyuan subconsciously wanted to back away, but in the end he held back, his lips turned white, and said pleadingly: "Master, this is not true, disciple... disciple is having a nightmare again Right? When I wake up, the nightmare will go away, right?"

He looked at Feng Xuzhi imploringly.

When Feng Xuzhi heard this, his body stiffened and solidified into a sculpture.

After a while, Feng Xuzhi said with difficulty: "If Zhiyuan is willing, I can let you treat it as a nightmare, this deity...can erase this part of your memory with magic. Before erasing the memory, if Zhiyuan feels sick , You can kill this deity if you want, but this deity is a cultivator in the transcending tribulation period, your current strength can only injure my flesh and body, and you can't kill me at all."

Even though he was plotted by those two disgusting things and bullied his disciple by accident, he was tempted, disrespected as a teacher, and made a big mistake. Feng Xuzhi can only try his best to make up for it.

Hearing Feng Xuzhi's words, Feng Zhiyuan was startled, and after a moment of numbness, he shook his head lightly: "Disciple... It's not the master's fault, it's the disciple's fault..."

Feng Zhiyuan still doesn't know that he and Feng Xuzhi got together for no reason because the two souls in the sword tower made a mess, and he just thought that it was his greed for the master who made a big mistake, and the master was also drawn into the illusion.

In addition, he took the initiative to lure Feng Xuzhi to fall in love with him, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't accept that Feng Xuzhi and his master were the same person for a while, he was annoyed that the master lied to him, but he was even more frightened that his thoughts would be known by the master, and the master would hate him he.

As for Master's words to let him kill Master...

Even more nonsense.

Although he lost his memory and fell into an illusion, Feng Zhiyuan was the female one, but he understood that the master treated him as a disciple, it was just a coincidence, it was not what the master wanted, how could he hate the master?

Feng Zhiyuan felt guilty and remorseful, Feng Xuzhi was stunned for a while, he realized that Feng Zhiyuan's thoughts had gone wrong, he sighed, and explained the problem in the sword illusion.

After understanding the cause and effect, Feng Zhiyuan gradually calmed down. While organizing his thoughts, he said: "The disciple still doesn't know why the master has become a demon again? Could it be that the master was taken away by the demon?"

In the illusion, Feng Xuzhi explained to him what the vest line is. The moment the memory came back, Feng Zhiyuan was panicked that he had a relationship with Feng Xuzhi, and soon began to have doubts about Feng Xu's identity.

It was only after he made a question and Feng Xuzhi admitted it himself that Feng Zhiyuan knew that Mozun and Shizun were actually the same person.

It's just that Feng Zhiyuan couldn't figure out how Mozun became a monk of Fuluo Island.

He frowned, if it was really the Demon Venerable who seized the house, the one he had always regarded as his master was the Demon Venerable... what should he do?

When Feng Xuzhi realized that he was about to lose his horse, he had already thought up his excuse.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with his eyes, and said quietly: "It's a long story, I went wrong in my cultivation hundreds of years ago, which caused my soul to be scattered. , was drawn and reincarnated by chance, and became Qu Yunzhen."

"At that time, my mind and soul were incomplete, and I was in a daze all the time, and I hadn't recovered the consciousness of my deity. It wasn't until when you were apprenticed to me that I was influenced by the soul jade in your mind and soul, and this deity had some insights, and all my mind and soul were transferred into Qu Yunzhen's body. I didn't wake up completely. At that time, I realized that this strange phenomenon had something to do with you, so I accepted you as a disciple and taught you carefully."

The reincarnation of immortals and demons is indeed uncertain, just like what happened in Cao Guo in the illusion, it was the past before Feng Zhiyuan became a teacher, and there is indeed a saying of immortals reincarnated in the mortal world.

Feng Xuzhi's mind and soul are different, and it is not impossible to reincarnate as a human being.

Feng Zhiyuan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Fortunately, the master is not the devil who seized the house and was reborn.

However, knowing that Mozun and Shizun are the same person, Feng Zhiyuan feels weird.

Feng Zhiyuan realized later that he probably misunderstood his master in the past—just as his past was shown in the illusion, the master in the illusion was naturally the master when he was young.

When Master was young, was he so cynical and unrestrained?

Just thinking this way, Feng Zhiyuan suddenly thought of the absurd thing about the two of them on the dragon chair...

Feng Zhiyuan's face turned red and then white, white and then red, wishing he could bury himself in the soil.

Feng Zhiyuan wanted to pretend to be an ostrich, Feng Xuzhi himself was also embarrassed, and more guilty.

Both of them were victims of this incident, but in the final analysis, he, the master, held his apprentice under him like this, and even made him cry.

The matter has already happened, so we can only look forward, Feng Xuzhi thought about it, and proposed a solution that he thought was the best solution: "Zhi Yuan, I know that you practice the way of ruthlessness, so naturally you are ruthless and desireless, but, I It is also a fact that you are frivolous to you, and this deity should take responsibility."

Feng Zhiyuan's long eyelashes trembled, and he looked at Feng Xuzhi with cold eyes.

Feng Xuzhi looked up at the sky, not daring to look directly into his apprentice's eyes.

He felt that the solution he was thinking of would be stabbed to death by his apprentice if he said it out, but he only thought of this solution at the moment: "Why don't I form a Taoist partner with you in the body of a Demon Lord, and you don't need to form a bond. Then I can double cultivate with you and help your cultivation grow."

"Cough, this deity...Yuanyang has already entered your body, and you need this deity to help you refine it."

Feng Xuzhi thought very openly, he was indeed not interested in Fengyue, but since it had already happened, he could only treat this kind of thing as a practice, so that his apprentice could benefit as much as possible.

As soon as the words were spoken, Feng Xuzhi was ready to be hammered to death by Feng Zhiyuan - you must know that the master who wanted to double cultivate with Feng Zhiyuan before his rebirth was like a song, but was solved by Feng Zhiyuan himself.

Because of the lessons learned from the past, Feng Xuzhi has no intention of forming a bond with Feng Zhiyuan, but only plans to help him practice in order to make up for his mistakes.

If Feng Zhiyuan is angry and wants to kill him...

Feng Xuzhi would not fight back.

Hearing what Feng Xuzhi said, Feng Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed a word——Yuanyang.

Yuan Yang, as the name suggests, is the essence that the monks released for the first time.A monk can control his desires and thoughts, and he will not be motivated, so he will not vent his body.But like Mozun, it is really rare that it is more than 1000 years old and has not lost Yuanyang.

Even monks, no matter how weak their needs are, they still have needs, but Feng Xuzhi...

The Earth Immortal is close to Feng Xuzhi, whose cultivation level is close to that of a True Immortal, and Yuan Yang is equivalent to the best panacea, and it is indeed a great tonic for cultivation.

Feng Zhiyuan pondered to understand Feng Xuzhi's words, his face turned red immediately, his cold complexion was torn apart, and even his mood was shattered into slag.

He slowed down so that he could keep his voice from trembling: "What the master said is very true, Yuan Yang... don't waste it. If that's the case, the disciple needs to trouble the master."

After Feng Xuzhi finished speaking, he waited for Feng Zhiyuan to object, or directly hit him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhiyuan agreed.

Feng Xuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, his tense heartstrings relaxed, and he looked at Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan turned his head, blushing, not daring to look at Feng Xuzhi at all.

Feng Xuzhi pondered for a while, and consciously got the mind of his apprentice - his apprentice must have the same idea as him, all for cultivation.

Seizing every opportunity to improve your strength is what a monk should do!

Feng Xuzhi himself had done a good job of mental construction, and then felt that he should explain something: "I know that you are devoted to cultivation, don't worry, when I double cultivate with you, I will only use kung fu to help you in your cultivation, and I will not do anything beyond the boundaries."

Feng Zhiyuan: ...

Only then did he realize that it was too early for him to be happy.

Mozun has not lost his Yuan Yang so far, and when he met him, he was designed to lose Yuan Yang by the evil spirit of the illusion. This matter, it is really not surprising at all!

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Feng Xuzhi's troubled expression, he took a breath, and finally he had to swallow it back.

"The disciple knows."

Master is an elm head, what can Feng Zhiyuan do!

Now that he knows that Master is arrogant and unruly by nature, he can only take this opportunity to enlighten Master!

Feng Zhiyuan's expression turned gloomy when he thought of the arrogant and outstanding swordsman in the illusion, and looked at Feng Xuzhi who was much calmer but clearly unchanged on the inside.

Whether it's a coincidence or deliberate calculation, since the master does not reject being with him, why should he stick to the master-student relationship and trap himself?

Jumping out of dogma, using the most direct and effective method to fight for everything you want, but Master taught him!

The two masters and apprentices consciously solved a big problem, and began to deal with the sword illusion in a harmonious and friendly manner.

"Zhiyuan, release your consciousness and try to communicate with the sword tower."

Feng Xuzhi guided.

The normal sword-intent illusion has been scattered, and the master of the sword-intent has been blasted away by him with a few punches. If he wants to get the sword embryo, he can only take a slanted sword.

No matter what sword embryo Feng Zhiyuan can attract now, even if the sword tower is turned over, Feng Xuzhi will still get the sword embryo he wants for his apprentice.

Feng Xuzhi was ready to turn the sword tower upside down, but Feng Zhiyuan walked towards a place without thinking

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