After reviving the deadly enemy

Wu Qiong folded his hands on the table to support his chin, and stared motionlessly at the Kunyu Holy Lamp in front of him.

The wick of the wick is as bright as a bean, burning steadily without being disturbed by the night wind.

"You can take back the broken soul of my Holy Lord..."

A weak voice came from the side: "Daiyu's more than ten thousand years of time were earned."

Wu Qiong continued to freeze when he heard the words, and after a while he raised his head and looked out through the transparent bamboo windows all around.

The old, the young, the beautiful, the ugly, the strange-looking ones who can't tell what the main body is, and the ones who practice like adults...

There are a bunch of them here and there, all with their heads exposed and their eyes squinted, looking at this side.

"This place is indeed different from before." Wu Qiong said.

Compared with the former Taiyu ghost cave, there is no evil spirit here, no daily fights for limited resources, and more vitality and peace here.

Even compared with the spirit world outside the Taiyu, this place is not bad!

"Cough, cough, cough...it's been different for a long time," the gray-haired young man sitting in the wheelchair coughed a few times, panting slightly, and sighed: "Dahei went to look for you several times, but you never came back. But... this is where you were born."

There was a hint of resentment in the tone.

Wu Qiong smiled slightly, raised his eyes to look at the young man, and asked, "You also have a place where you were born. After all these years, have you ever gone back?"

The sick young man's name is Wang Chen.

Unlike Wu Qiong, who was born from the evil spirit of the Taiyu, Wangchen came from the spiritual world outside the Taiyu, and was born in a respectable sect family in the Heavenly Dao League.

He came to Taiyu because he violated the precept of killing in the spiritual world back then, killing his father who had committed atrocities against him and his mother for many years, and finally beat his mother to death in a frenzy.

The crime of patricide is unforgivable, but because there was a reason for the incident, Wang Chen was spared the death penalty and exiled to this domain.

Wu Qiong recalled the past, and slowly said: "I still remember what you looked like when you came to Taiyu."

"Huh? Do you remember?" Wang Chen looked back at Wu Qiong with a gentle and tranquil expression.

Wu Qiong nodded: "I remember. I was also sick like this. I was exhausted but not breathed in, and I didn't have much fighting spirit. If you let those greedy ghosts snatch your food and spirit treasures from you, you just didn't want to live at that time, right?"

Wangchen also followed Wu Qiong into the distant memories, and nodded with a slight smile: "Thanks to you and Zhu Xuan for saving me and protecting me, I survived in this place."

When Wu Qiong heard the name "Zhu Xuan", the gentle expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a slightly cold gloomy expression.

"How did he die?" he asked, sounding casual, like he was asking someone who had nothing to do with him.

"Didn't Dahei tell you?" Wang Chen asked.

Wu Qiong caressed the rim of the Kunyu lantern, and said, "I told you, I was annoyed at the time, so I didn't pay attention to it."

Wangchen asked again: "Why are you bothered?"

Wu Qiong frowned impatiently: "Why else? It's because of Fengwu's seal pattern! When Dahei went, I was just punished by the seal pattern for fighting. My whole body was scorched and painful, and my ears were buzzing. How did Zhu Xuan die?"

After hearing this, Wang Chen couldn't help turning his head to look at Qi Lie who was sleeping soundly under the shade of the gauze in the inner room.

He snatched the lamp and gave it to Wu Qiong. The moment Wu Qiong took it in his hand in a daze, the golden light on Qi Lie's body disappeared, his whole body softened, and he fell into a coma. He has not woken up till now.

Wangchen turned his head and glanced at Wu Qiong, and recalled the situation when Wu Qiong, Zhu Xuan, him, and Dahei fought in this ghost cave in Taiyu, and finally dominated the entire Taiyu.

"The four of us will not only unify the region, but also the world!" This is what Zhu Xuan, the most ambitious, said.

It's just that after going through many things, Wu Qiong never returned to Taiyu for more than ten thousand years, while Zhu Xuan still blindly pursued his desire for power, and finally died because of his obsession with magic skills.

Of the Four Heroes of Taiyu that were jokingly called back then, only he, a sick man, and Dahei's scaled snake, which has never been able to transform, are left.

Momentarily emotionally fluctuating, he coughed violently for a long while, and after he recovered his breath, he told Wu Qiong the cause of Zhu Xuan's death.

Wu Qiong's expression remained indifferent, and he said, "Disappearing your soul and dying? It's appropriate. Is this considered retribution?"

Wangchen exhaled the stale air from his chest slowly, and asked Wu Qiong, "What happened...in the past?"

Wu Qiong looked up at the distant sky, and said in a daze, "Back then? Actually, I really want to know too."

Wangchen was surprised: "You don't know?"

Wu Qiong said: "I only know that Zhu Xuan participated in it, but I don't know what method that demon leader used to deal with Feng Wu. When I rushed back, his soul was broken..."

As he said that, he looked down at the light, and asked very puzzled: "Why did Zhu Xuan have to let him die? Didn't I already hand over the holy lamp to you? Although it hasn't been lit yet, Feng Wu he Having said that, he will light the lamp, he is the sage of all souls, and he will never break his promise."

Wangchen couldn't answer Wu Qiong's question instead of Zhu Xuan, so he could only choose to remain silent.

He even recalled that just before that, he himself was also greedy.

Because when he knew for the first time that the jade lamp was ignited by one of the broken souls of the Lord Fengwu, the first thought that came to his mind was to prevent Wu Qiong from taking back the jade lamp.

Human nature is selfish, the first thing he thinks of is the peaceful life in Taiyu for more than ten thousand years, and then he thinks about it, is it right for others to fulfill them like this?

Fortunately, he was not too shameless, and after thinking it over, he was willing to let Wu Qiong take back the Kunyu Lantern.

After a long time, he calmed down slowly, and said: "Zhu Xuan always made mistakes first, and I have nothing to say if you are angry with him. Fortunately...you have reborn Holy Lord Fengwu."

Wu Qiong was stunned when he heard the words, silently retracted the fingers that had been caressing the Kunyu Lantern, and said flickeringly: "I, I mainly want to untie the seal pattern."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and pointed to his head, showing those dark red seals for Wangchen to see: "This, and this, haven't you seen it? He's about to tie me up into a rice dumpling, and that's not allowed." That's not allowed... I have no choice but to get him out again and let him lift the seal for me."

At this moment, the people in the gauze tent in the inner room suddenly groaned in pain, and before Wang Chen could react, Wu Qiong who was sitting not far from him disappeared with a whoosh, and jumped into the In the inner room.

Inside the gauze tent, Qi Lie clutched his heart tightly with one hand, tossing and turning in pain.

Wu Qiong hurriedly shook his hand to check, and sure enough, he saw that mysterious imprint that had been quiet for several years began to faintly emit a strange brilliance.

"Master..." Qi Lie faintly smelled the familiar scent of Master, and called out in a daze.

"Well, I'm here." Wu Qiong agreed.

At this time, Wangchen also pushed the wheelchair in and wanted to help, but who knew that he heard the reincarnated Holy Master Fengwu on the bed whimpering and saying coquettishly at Wu Qiong:

"Master...hug!"

Muttering in his mouth, his eyes didn't open yet, but his body was already proficiently slipping into Wu Qiong's arms.

Under Wangchen's astonished gaze, Wu Qiong was a little embarrassed and stiff: "...well, I was brought up since I was a child... I was spoiled."