The vicious master always loves to die

Ji Moze didn't dodge Feng Changrong's beating, but endured it forcefully.When Sect Leader Feng's anger subsided, he spoke again: "Why is Master's spirit like this?"

Feng Changrong glared at his face sadly, and after turning around for a long time, he said reluctantly: "Thousands of years ago, in the battle of the Three Realms, your master was seriously injured in order to prevent the invasion of other worlds. Almost lost my mind."

The battle of the Three Realms... Ji Moze frowned. In the past, he had obtained a jade slip from a hidden box in the secret room of the abdication mansion. It roughly recorded what happened in the past, but did not detail it.

As a large sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Xuantian Immortal Sect took part in the original war as a matter of course, and it was inevitable that they suffered heavy casualties.But now that the master's matter is involved, Ji Moze's heart is entangled.

After Feng Changrong finished speaking briefly, he ignored Ji Moze, but walked to the wooden coffin and looked at his junior brother's pale face with worry, and then took out a bottle of soul-raising pills to feed him.

"Uncle Master, I have already fed Master the Soul Nourishing Pill." Ji Moze hurriedly stopped, fearing that the medicine would make Master feel unwell.

"Hehe, do you think your broken alchemy can be compared with mine?" Feng Changrong let out a heck, very yin and yang.Facing Ji Moze who put his junior into such a miserable situation, if it wasn't for his lack of strength, he wouldn't allow him to continue to be presumptuous.

Ji Moze did not refute this.Feng Changrong's alchemy technique has reached the extreme level, and the quality of the pills he refines is at least the best at the prefecture level, and is well-known in the entire cultivation world.Ke Feng Changrong has a weird personality, he seldom does alchemy for others, even if he is a good friend of several sects, he seldom agrees.But for the junior Yan Xici, there is no need to ask for it at all. Feng Changrong will always take the initiative to give the junior a bunch of pills, and even make all kinds of Yan Xici's favorite flavors, just to let the junior eat happily.

Thinking of the master's soul nourishing pill that I was "fortunately" to eat at the beginning, the quality was excellent, sweet and delicious, and the master was willing to eat it as a snack for a long time.Thinking about it now, maybe Feng Changrong specially improved it in order to persuade Master...

"Master... don't you know that something is wrong with your soul?"

Feng Changrong rolled his eyes impatiently at Ji Moze, who had a dignified face. The corners of his mouth drooped, and he hummed from his nasal cavity, which was regarded as an answer.

Ji Moze stood silently beside the coffin, seeing the master's silent appearance, and said in a rare low voice: "Uncle Master, how can we restore the master... this... I would like to help."

"Do you think it's so easy?" Feng Changrong snorted coldly, pulled the corners of his mouth, but there was no half smile, "Over the years, I have tried my best to get a small sprig of shady wood, burning incense every day to attract souls, It took me a lot of effort to gather most of my soul and let the younger brother return to normal..."

Thinking of the culprit, Feng Changrong glared at Ji Moze angrily again, gnashing his teeth with blood surging, "Those just now... are the only sawdust left, and now there is no trace of yin-growing wood in the entire cultivation world."

The formation engraved on the surroundings is the soul-gathering formation, which uses yin-growing wood as a guide, and the formation as a supplement, is to attract souls; the wooden coffin is also made of extremely yin wood, which is to fix souls; only in this way can the younger brother return to normal People, but the disadvantage is that they can't be too far away from the heart of the formation, they can't eat ordinary food, and they need to constantly take pills that nourish the soul and strengthen the soul to keep the soul alive.

Looking at this face that was exactly the same as that of his old friend, Feng Changrong regretted his soft-hearted decision countless times.If he had prevented his junior from accepting Ji Moze as his apprentice from the beginning, there would not have been so many entanglements later, nor would he have become what he is now.

"If Yin grows wood, just leave it to me."

"You? Where can I get it? Yin Shengmu is only found in the Demon Realm. Is it possible that you want to break the restriction and go to the Demon Realm? If so, when the restriction is broken, you will be a sinner in the cultivation world." Ji Moze said, and was caught Feng Changrong sneered fiercely.

"I have my own way." Ji Moze was sullen and expressionless.While stepping out of the secret room, the figure gradually dissipated, leaving only slight fluctuations in technique, which faintly dissipated.

When they left, Feng Changrong collapsed as if his strength had been drained from his body.He didn't dare to lean on the wooden coffin, for fear of affecting the effectiveness of the formation, he stepped back and leaned against the stone wall, covering his face in despair.This situation and this scene reminded him of the ashen and dispirited appearance of his junior brother thousands of years ago.

The sect suffered heavy casualties, the master died, and the talents of the sect withered. It took hundreds of years to restore to its current appearance.I thought that when my junior brother woke up, everything would be back to normal, but who would have expected this to happen.

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Evil fate...it's all evil fate...

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Ji Moze stepped into the illusory space, and after crossing the boundary road, he came to the place connected to the Yifu, and summoned the spirit of the palace: "My dear, is there any yin-growing wood in the treasury?"

Fu Ling was summoned, and floated over flickeringly. Hearing the question, he tilted his head: "Yin Shengmu..."

Loli scratched her head, looking very distressed. After thinking hard for a long time, she was not sure: "There is no 'yinsheng wood', only 'resurrection wood'." '

"Resurrection wood... bring it and let me have a look." Ji Moze thought for a moment, and asked Fu Ling to fetch it. Judging from the name, it seemed to have similar effects to Yinsheng wood.

"Okay——" Fu Ling nodded obediently, and passed through layers of restrictions until she couldn't see her body.

Ji Moze stood where he was, looking at the empty and spacious space, his eyes slightly out of focus.Obviously...he should be happy, but why did he feel dull pain in his chest when he thought that Master would never wake up again, as if being repeatedly grinded by a rough blunt knife, the pain made him burn like a fire, like Cruciatus when he pierced the lute bone in the previous life was even more painful... Obviously, he used to be able to torture the master's soul for thousands of years without hesitation, and finally wiped it out mercilessly. Why...

"Master~Master, I brought it~" Fu Ling's cheerful cry woke him up from his trance, and Fu Ling floated over with a wooden branch as thick as an arm to offer the treasure, "Master, this is the resurrection wood you want. '

Ji Moze reached out to take it, and compared the knot of the branch with the Yinsheng wood in his memory.When he was chased by those ghosts and evil spirits in the Nether Realm, he accidentally fell into a high-level ghost territory, and there, there was a dead tree with a strange appearance.The ghost was possessed on the dead tree, and the demonic energy gathered towards the center like a hurricane.If he hadn't left in time, he might have been devoured by that ghost on the spot.

After the completion of his cultivation in this life, he refined the Nether Realm, searched for it at the same time, killed the ghost neatly, did not bring the strange dead tree into the illusory space, and only took a small piece of wood... ...If the dead tree is of the same kind as this branch, can it be used on Master?

Raising your hand and twisting it, a section of the wooden branch turned into powder, scattered on your fingertips like crushed sand.Ji Moze brought the sawdust close to his nose and sniffed it. Although it had a somewhat similar smell, he couldn't be sure of its effect.

Stepping forward, he reappeared in the corridor, and behind him was the phantom of the illusory space that slowly dissipated and gradually closed.

When I saw Feng Changrong again, Feng Changrong had regained his usual composure, with his hands clasped in his wide sleeves, his expression calm.

"Uncle Master, is this thing feasible?" He reached out and handed over the wooden branch, as if it were an ordinary object.

Feng Changrong raised his eyelids: "Yin Shengmu has not been seen for a thousand years. Back then, I searched all the sects and all the secret realms, but only found a short time..."

Suddenly, Feng Changrong's eyes widened, and he rushed over almost in a gaffe, snatching the wooden branch from Ji Moze's hand: "This, this is... this is..." Feng Changrong's hands were trembling, and his rare Gently twisted a small cluster of sawdust down, crushed, and sniffed.

"Resurrection...resurrection wood..." The hand holding the wooden branch shook wildly, Feng Changrong almost shed tears facing the wooden branch, "I thought this tree had been extinct for thousands of years...unexpected...unexpected..."

"Uncle Master, is this useful to Master?"

"It's useful, it's more than useful, it's much more effective than the shady wood..." Feng Changrong held a piece of wood, as if he was holding something in his heart, and almost rubbed against his face twice.Perhaps it was because of the Resurrection Wood, Feng Changrong saw that Ji Moze's expression was a little more gentle, and drove him outside, and he began to refine the medicinal powder.

After numerous refinements, Feng Changrong has long been familiar with it, and mixed it with other spiritual plants, and quickly refined the soul fragrance.Ignite the soul incense, which is stronger than the special smell emitted by the burning wood chips, filling the entire space instantly.

And the white mist was drawn by the formation, and gathered into torrents, rushing to the wooden coffin and being absorbed by the people in the coffin.

Gather soul, condense soul, fix soul.

Yan Xici's face gradually flushed with blood, and he looked much healthier, and suddenly he was a little more rosy than before.Feng Changrong probed and found that his younger brother's soul was much more solid than before, which finally let him breathe a sigh of relief.And this also made him find Ji Moze pleasing to the eye, and his attitude was much gentler when the other party re-entered.

Ji Moze felt relieved when he saw the ruddy face of the master. When he knew that the resurrection tree was useful to the master, his first reaction was to cut down the dead tree and bring it over, but he knew that if he did this, It is bound to arouse Feng Changrong's suspicion.

The moment he took out the Resurrection Wood, he saw the disbelief and shock in Feng Changrong's eyes, but he didn't say anything, but acquiesced.The matter of Jie Ling was never mentioned from the beginning to the end.

Suddenly, Ji Moze thought of his last life, when he left the Nether Realm after all the hardships, even though he was tortured, no one stripped Jie Ling from his soul from the beginning to the end.Even though the original master humiliated and tortured him in countless ways, no one took his endless treasure until he escaped.It is impossible for them not to know how much benefit they have gained, but to deliberately let it go, even if it is easy to seize it.

Ji Moze suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he had been punched hard.At the beginning, he was full of hatred, and he never discovered those trivial things, so he easily destroyed the sect.

His fingers trembled a little. Seeing Master's sleeping face, Ji Moze suddenly didn't dare to step forward.

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Gradually began to close the line, I am afraid that the writing will collapse (holding my head and groaning)