This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

Langfeng City, the largest faction in the current cultivation world, the leader of the Immortal League.

The city lord these disciples were referring to was the head of Langfeng City, Pei Qianyue.

Of course, Feng Ci didn't know him.

Therefore, he just looked back at that invisible gaze, and looked at him quietly through the black silk covering his eyes.

The fir forest was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, Meng Changqing knelt down beside Feng Ci: "Forgive me, the city lord! Junior brother and I are disciples of the Tianxuan sect. My sect was destroyed a few days ago. We entered this place by mistake because... I want to use the road to seek help from Langfeng City!"

Meng Changqing seemed to be out of his wits, but he was astute when he should be.

Langfeng City and Lingwu Mountain are located in the same Kunlun Mountains. It is not impossible to get lost when you come here for the first time.

Meng Changqing's lie was a bit forced, but it still made sense.

"You broke the maze?"

Pei Qianyue asked again.

What he asked was Fengci.

From the beginning to the end, his attention was only on Feng Ci, and he didn't even turn his head when Meng Changqing was speaking.

For some reason, Feng Ci could hear a trace of forbearance in that deep voice.

As if trying to restrain something.

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

Although the group of disciples blocking the way just now were rude, but seeing the awe-inspiring sword aura, they knew they were orthodox cultivation disciples.

On the other hand, the "city lord" they were talking about turned out to be a spirit, and the evil spirit around him hadn't been completely removed.

Apart from being beautiful, there is no advantage.

How could the comprehension world choose such a person as the head of the Immortal Alliance?

Could it be that Xianmeng chooses people based on their faces?

But Feng Ci didn't say anything, he just lowered his eyes, stared at the hem of the other's robe, and made a docile look: "It's just...just a coincidence."

He just broke through the formation and used up the last bit of spiritual power in this physical body. This disciple named Lu Jingming is not outstanding at all. He has lost too much blood and his spiritual power is exhausted. He can't even stand up. stand up.

Let alone escape from here.

Only take one step at a time.

"happen."

Pei Qianyue repeated mockingly.

The next moment, he suddenly leaned over and grabbed Feng Ci's wrist forcefully.

The sword that was used to support the body fluttered down into the snow, and Feng Ci staggered a bit, smelling the cool sandalwood on the man's body.

The man was tall and straight, and his loose robe almost completely enveloped Feng Ci.That very handsome face became very clear because of this posture, so close that Feng Ci could almost feel the other's cold breath.

Cold and very oppressive.

It had been a long time since Feng Ci had such close contact with people, he instinctively wanted to break free, but at this moment, a cold and biting spiritual breath rushed into his spiritual veins like a snake.

Feng Ci's body tensed up suddenly.

This is temptation.

This person... has seen that there is a problem with his identity?

Just because he broke that formation?

If it wasn't for those things just now, Feng Ci wouldn't be worried about being recognized.

He came back here in order to deal with the catastrophe that may occur in the near future.Langfeng City is the leader in the realm of comprehension today, even if he doesn't meet someone from Langfeng City here today, he will probably send him to the door himself.

But the current situation is different from what he imagined.

His physical body has disappeared, and the formation of Lingwu Mountain has been tampered with. Today's leader in the cultivation world, is such a... monster who is indistinguishable from righteousness to evil.

Can't be impulsive.

Thinking of this, Feng Ci tried to relax his body.

The man's fingers were slender and strong, and his palm was cold, even colder than Feng Ci's blood-losing body.

That spiritual breath wandered arrogantly in Feng Ci's spiritual veins, this action was no different from stabbing an ice knife in Xiang Feng Ci's body.The knife stabbed hard into the spiritual vein, and every inch it penetrated, the pain increased.

He wanted to use this method to force Feng Ciyun to resist, so as to test his true strength.

But Feng Ci just lowered his head again, his slender eyelashes covered his eyes, calm almost indifferently.

He is naturally insensitive to pain, and he wouldn't even frown at this level of pain.

Compared to these, the man was too close, almost ambiguously close, which was the source of his discomfort.

"You are very patient."

There was still no emotion on that handsome face, the lips were tightly pursed, but the voice in Feng Ci's head was a little teasing: "But how long can you bear it?"

The boy's face was as pale as paper, and the wet blood on his face was even more shocking.

Feng Ci is not afraid of pain, but it does not mean that this physical body is not afraid.If this continued for a while, the physical body would probably lose its life, and he would also be forcibly forced out of his soul.

The technique of spirit possession is an extremely dangerous technique with many restrictions.For example, it cannot be used twice in a short period of time, and for example, if something goes wrong with the possessed physical body, the soul may be seriously injured or dissipated.

He can't find his physical body now, if he is forced out, the consequences will be disastrous.

... this lunatic.

Feng Ci silently breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone softened: "Disciple... I don't know what I did wrong."

The hand holding Feng Ci's wrist suddenly tightened.

Feng Ci's whole body tensed up, and he didn't know how long it had passed before he heard a contemptuous laugh from above his head.

Afterwards, the turbulent spiritual breath in the body was completely withdrawn.

The force on his wrist loosened, and Feng Ci staggered back half a step. Only then did he notice that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Pei Qianyue took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, lowered his head halfway, and wiped away the blood stains on his hands bit by bit.

The beautiful eyebrows hidden behind the black silk frowned slightly, not hiding the disgust.

Seeing Fengci wanted to hit someone.

Pei Qianyue wiped his hands slowly, and threw the handkerchief on the ground: "Xie Wuhan."

"Brother, the disciple is here!" The disciple who pointed the sword at Feng Ci just now responded quickly.

When he was named, he even shook exaggeratedly.

"Take it back and heal it."

Xie Wuhan: "Yes!"

The disciples of Langfeng City hurried forward to help Feng Ci, while Pei Qianyue stood behind the crowd, the deep voice came to Feng Ci's mind again: "Don't lie to me."

"—I hate people lying to me the most."

When Feng Ci woke up, the sun was already high.

He and Meng Changqing were brought back to the sect last night. Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Feng Ci simply fell asleep and let the disciples of Langfeng City find the Immortal Doctor to bandage him and pour medicine on him, which lasted most of the night.

He stretched, rolled over and sat up.As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard someone yelling: "Junior Brother, don't move!"

A figure blew into the living room like the wind, and pushed Feng Ci back on the bed.

"Elder Ningdan from Langfeng City said that you are seriously injured and must stay in bed for the next few days." Meng Changqing said, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Tell senior brother what you want to do, and senior brother will help you do it."

Feng Ci: "It's okay, I—"

"It's fine." Meng Changqing interrupted him, "Elder Ningdan will come to check your pulse later on, and the medicine should be ready soon. I'll get it for you later."

"..."

Is this person a bit too enthusiastic?

Feng Ci looked at the person in front of him: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Meng Changqing scolded him: "What are you talking about? You are my younger brother, so it's not enough for me to care about you?"

Feng Ci narrowed his eyes.

Meng Changqing looked away guiltily, Feng Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, got up and found a brand new coat from the cabinet next to him, and put it on.

Bandages were still wrapped around his waist and abdomen, which made his waist narrow and thin, making him look pale and weak.

The incense burner on the table was emitting a faint blue smoke, Feng Ci put on his clothes, looked back and saw that the man was still standing there, helplessly: "What do you want to say, just say it."

Meng Changqing touched his nose, leaned over and smiled flatteringly: "It's nothing, I just want to discuss with you, what should we do in the future?"

Feng Ci's expression froze slightly.

What to do next, he hadn't figured it out yet.

He returned following the guidance of Tiandao, but Tiandao has not given him any reminders so far.What is the coming catastrophe, and who will do it, Feng Ci has no idea.

Naturally, I don't know where to start.

Seeing that Meng Changqing still had something to say, Feng Ci asked, "What are your plans?"

Meng Changqing's eyes fluttered, and he muttered: "I've inquired about it, these days just happen to be the entry selection for the Immortal Alliance..."

Feng Ci understood: "Do you want to join the Immortal League?"

"Don't think too much, I'm not going to abandon my teacher's school!"

Meng Changqing quickly explained: "It's just that now that Xuanzong is gone, we naturally have to choose another way out. If we can enter the Immortal League, we might be able to avenge our master and brothers."

"Understood." Feng Ci didn't take it seriously, "Go if you want, and I won't stop you."

"You and I are the only ones left in Tianxuanzong, so we have to discuss this with you." Meng Changqing said, "The master's revenge must be avenged, but now we don't even know the murderer behind the scenes, and our cultivation has not yet improved, revenge is simply heavenly. night story."

Meng Changqing sighed: "In the past few months, the number of immortal sects that have been destroyed cannot be counted. Who cares about our small sect..."

Feng Ci frowned: "Tianxuanzong wasn't the only one who was exterminated?"

Meng Changqing: "Yes, you don't even remember this?"

Five months ago, a little-known fairy sect was quietly wiped out. Dozens of members of the sect died overnight. The bodies were not found until the disciples who had traveled abroad returned to the sect ten days later.

Since then, Xianmen have been murdered every once in a while, all of which are tragedies that have slaughtered the entire family.

Up to now, more than ten immortal sects have been wiped out one after another.

Tianxuanzong is just one of them.

"Such a big matter, Xianmeng doesn't care?" Feng Ci asked again.

"The victims were all sects outside the Xianmeng. They were independent. How can anyone take care of them?" Meng Changqing said, "It's because more and more Xianmen have had accidents recently that the Xianmeng started to investigate. I don't know if there is any investigation. What happened."

Feng Ci was silent.

One after another, sects were exterminated, clearly aimed at the entire cultivation world.

Will it be related to the catastrophe in the omen?

Feng Ci thought for a moment, and said to Meng Changqing: "I will investigate the matter of the immortal sect's extermination, and you will stay here during this time."

"You want to track down the murderer by yourself?!" Meng Changqing was shocked, and grabbed Feng Ci's sleeve, "Tianxuanzong is left with you and me now, you can't do stupid things!"

Feng Ci: "..."

Meng Changqing: "Although you have a weird temper and you never practice with the brothers, you are my brother after all, how can I let you go into danger alone!"

Feng Ci grasped the point: "So we didn't know each other at all before?"

"I didn't even say three words."

"..."

Feng Ci suddenly realized.

It turned out that it wasn't that this person was single-minded, it was that this idiot was not familiar with the original body at all.

No wonder he couldn't recognize that his junior brother had changed the core.

Feng Ci shook his head, pushed open the door and walked out.

The place where they are located is an elegant and quiet courtyard.

The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the high halls with glazed blue tiles can be vaguely seen, hanging high above the clouds, with a vigorous and solemn atmosphere.

It is the largest faction in the world, a corner of Langfeng City.

"Where are you going, wait for me—"

Meng Changqing chased him out of the house, but Feng Ci ignored him and strode across the yard.

Just walked out of the hanging flower gate in the courtyard, but was stopped by a person.

"Where are you two going?"

The Langfeng City disciple who blocked the way was young, with awe-inspiring sword aura all over his body, and his demeanor was rigid: "The city master has ordered that the two junior brothers are still injured and cannot leave this place for the time being."

Feng Ci frowned slightly.

Meng Changqing winked at his side, Feng Ci ignored him, and put on a docile smile: "I have something important to ask to see City Lord Langfeng."

Langfeng City disciple: "What's the matter?"

Feng Ci: "It's about the fact that my sect Tianxuanzong was exterminated..."

The disciple's expression changed a little, but he quickly returned to normal: "The city lord is not in the faction now, junior brother can go back to rest first, and when the city lord returns, he will report."

"Where did the city lord go?"

"I don't know."

"When will he be back?"

"I don't know."

"That--"

Feng Ci wanted to ask again, but Meng Changqing finally couldn't take it anymore and dragged him over.

"I know this senior brother, let's go back and wait." After finishing speaking, he dragged Feng Ci back.

After returning to a secluded place in the courtyard, Feng Ci shook off his hand: "I haven't finished asking what you are doing."

"I still want to ask you what to do." Meng Changqing scolded him, "You can see the city lord whenever you want? Besides, why do you want to see him? Didn't you get enough trouble in Lingwu Mountain last night?"

Feng Ci: "..."

Feng Ci: "Your words are strange."

Meng Changqing: "Understood."

Feng Ci was too lazy to argue with him, and explained: "Didn't the Xianmeng have sent someone to investigate the matter of the Xianmen's extermination? I just wanted to ask him if he found any clues."

Meng Changqing seemed to feel that there was something wrong with his ears: "Who do you think you are, and he will answer you if you ask him?"

"……Right."

The owner of Langfeng City was full of evil spirits, and his temper was also unpredictable. Either he had mental problems or brain problems, and most likely he couldn't ask anything from him.

Feng Ci thought for a while, looked around the yard, and turned around to a fence.

Meng Changqing was afraid of him: "What do you want to do?"

"I have to find a way to get out." Feng Ci looked innocent, "I can't just stay here and wait for death."

"Wait!" Meng Changqing grabbed Feng Ci, "Are you really going to leave? It is the order of the city lord to stay here. He is notoriously cold-blooded and ruthless. If he is annoyed, he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around. You forgot You last night..."

"Shut up."

Feng Ci didn't want to mention what happened last night at all.

He hadn't suffered a loss for many years, and this time he almost fell on a little snake demon, which was really embarrassing.

If it weren't for that little snake demon's good looks, he would have to take off both arms of that bastard.

Feng Ci snorted coldly: "Isn't it just a snake demon, what are you afraid of him doing?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, be careful that people will hear you!" Meng Changqing lowered his voice, "He is not an ordinary snake demon, he is the spiritual pet of Patriarch Qianqiu, he has practiced for thousands of years, and has received the lifelong teaching of Patriarch Qianqiu!"

"I don't care whose—"

Feng Ci's voice stopped abruptly, and she turned around in doubt: "... huh?"

When did he raise a spiritual pet? ? ?