This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

After hearing the young man's words, Feng Ci just smiled lightly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Ci raised the corners of his lips, his smile didn't reach his eyes, "A body with nothing, made a puppet by something, really think you can be compared with me?"

When he stretched out the long sword in his hand, the golden light rose sharply.

"—You deserve it too."

If Xiao Chengxuan recalled the most unforgettable scene he had ever seen in his life, today's Folding Sword Villa, this fighting method that changed the color of the world, must be among the best.

Pei Qianyue was able to become Langfeng City, and single-handedly founded the Immortal League, and sat firmly in the position of the Immortal League for 300 years, not only because of the inheritance he received from the Qianqiu Patriarch.As a great demon who has cultivated for 3000 years, looking at the entire cultivation world, he may not be able to find two people who can compare with him.

But when the young man next to him finally made a move, Xiao Chengxuan understood what it means to have someone beyond someone else.

The sky continued to roar, as if all the dark clouds in the sky had gathered over Zhejian Villa.

But in the curtain of that day, the three figures fought inseparably.Every sword shadow was too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and the sword energy generated by swinging the sword fell into the air, drawing a deep ravine on the ground.

Even a light touch can kill a person in an instant.

There were gravels splashing constantly beside him, Xiao Chengxuan helped the disciple beside him to barely get up from the ground, and roared: "Hide... hide quickly! Go into the house——!"

Everyone woke up like a dream.

The disciple who was still awake supported the unconscious one, and stumbled towards the house.

Xiao Chenghuan staggered to Xiao Chengxuan's side.

He was too close to the disciples who used the formation just now, and he was also affected by the breaking of the formation. He fell and limped, his delicate face was covered with dust, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Brother, these two people are—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chengxuan suddenly rushed towards him with all his might.In a second, a sword energy descended from the sky, and a deep hole was formed where the two were standing.

The two brothers rolled several feet away, Xiao Chenghuan's back hit the ground heavily, and he smelled a strong smell of blood in his nostrils.

"Brother, brother..."

Just now that sword energy accidentally landed beside the two of them, Xiao Chengxuan tried his best to protect Xiao Chenghuan and avoid it, but was still affected by Xu Jianqi.

Xiao Chengxuan was covered in blood, he coughed up a big mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth to say something.

boom -

A thunder blasted from the sky, and Xiao Chenghuan's shout was drowned in the thunder: "Brother!"

"...You are crying." After a while, Xiao Chengxuan's voice sounded again.His voice was extremely weak, and he coughed several times after saying a word, "It's okay... I can't die."

The originally beautiful and elegant Jiangnan courtyard has been turned into ruins. Xiao Chengxuan turned over and fell on the pile of rubble on his back, looking at the entangled lights and shadows in the sky: "Chenghuan, you are right."

"Ah?" Xiao Chenghuan's face was full of tears, he didn't understand what his brother said suddenly.

Xiao Chengxuan smiled self-deprecatingly: "I actually thought I had a chance to win."

In the final analysis, it is just a dream that is out of reach of the human race.

Xiao Chengxuan closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a trace of coldness on his face.

The rain finally came.

***

The pattering rain soon turned into a downpour. In the heavy rain, gorgeous lights fell rapidly, and the energy generated by the collision surged in an arc.

Gravel splashed and dust rose everywhere.

Feng Ci was repelled by tens of feet, and the Qianqiu sword pierced the ground, drawing a very deep ravine.

He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This body is too weak.

Usually I don't feel it, but now I really start to realize the limitations of this physical body.The body of this ordinary young man simply cannot bear the power of such a strong spirit.

Feng Ci could only feel the humming in his head, and the muscles and bones all over his body were clamoring for severe pain.

"people……"

Pei Qianyue just landed not far from him, he got up and walked in front of him, his lips were also a little red.

But the situation looks much better than Fengci.

At least he can stand up.

Feng Ci pressed his chest and coughed a few times, tried to stand up and felt that his limbs couldn't move, so he could only smile wryly: "...that's outrageous."

Pei Qianyue: "Huh?"

"You are a great demon who has practiced for 3000 years, and you are a puppet with an immortal body..." Feng Ci knelt on one knee, his profile was dazzled by the lightning flashing across the sky, "Just bully me, right?"

The fights were not happy.

"Stop talking." Pei Qianyue raised his hand to press his vest, and slowly carried the spirit in.

Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked forward. Amid the thunder and lightning, the slender young man stood up slowly in the rain.

The young man's injury was actually no less severe than his.

Feng Ci's confrontation just now has already tested out that the guy in front of him has inherited all the power he had in his heyday, and has his cultivation base and weapons, but that's all.Even if Feng Ci can't do everything right now, it is reasonable to say that it is not a problem to join forces with Pei Qianyue to clean up this thing.

But the tricky thing is that this thing is immortal.

The young man stood up with his sword in his hand. Blood oozes from all parts of his body. The rain has soaked his whole body, and the rain mixed with the bloody feet.But soon, the blood on his body disappeared completely, and he stretched out his long sword, looking at the two people in front of him calmly.

"Are you still coming?"

"..." Feng Ci turned his head and asked Pei Qianyue, "Have I used to speak so irritatingly?"

Pei Qianyue said lightly, "No."

Feng Ci said "Oh", and felt relieved: "That's good."

Feeling that his limbs were gradually recovering, Feng Ci pushed away Pei Qianyue's hand that was pressing on his vest, and supported his arm to stand up: "Save your breath."

He stretched out the long sword in his hand, and said coldly: "There is still a tough battle waiting to be fought."

"You still stop me?" The young man's voice was light, "You should be able to see that I'm not perfect yet."

Feng Ci: "So what?"

The young man sighed: "This time, I only want to save eighty lives in Zhejian Villa. You are still useful, so you don't need to sacrifice here."

"Is it still useful?" Feng Ci's eyes lighted slightly, "What's the use, is it useful to you, or to the person who created you?"

The young man didn't answer.

Feng Ci didn't care, and laughed: "Then I understand."

"That means..." The long sword in his hand suddenly swelled with golden light, and the sword light reflected in his eyes, reflecting his bright smile, "I can't die yet, right?"

Feng Ci let go of Pei Qianyue's hand, and the long sword in his hand whipped up the rain and gale, and slashed at the young man.Just as he guessed, when he gave up defense and attack, the young man hesitated instead.

—The man dared not kill him.

With a puff, Feng Ci's sword pierced through the young man's heart, and with a stomp, he nailed the young man to the ground.

He stepped on his old body with a cold and stern smile on his face.

All this happened extremely quickly, and Feng Ci could almost hear the sound of his muscles and bones being broken inch by inch due to the sudden burst of ecstasy, but he still smiled, as if what the severe pain brought him was not pain, but an unprecedented joy.

3000 years have never had fun.

Blood gushed out from the young man's mouth, he struggled desperately, but couldn't get rid of the long sword that pierced through his heart.

"I can't die because I killed you with my own hands." Feng Ci leaned over, looked at the young man's blood-stained face that was still shockingly beautiful, and said calmly, "Am I right? "

The young man shook his head: "Not now."

"I know." Feng Ci's eyes were cold, "But why should I do it to you?"

After his words fell, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the sky above the two of them.The sky was filled with golden light, and in that light, an upside-down copper tripod slowly emerged.

Phantom spirit cauldron.

It can trap all the fairies, monsters, gods and demons in this world, causing them to fall into a nightmare forever, and can never be reborn forever.

Trapping a body that has lost its soul is self-evident.

The youth's pupils suddenly constricted.

There was a faint red light on the root of Feng Ci's right ring finger, he turned his head to look over, Pei Qianyue was standing not far away, and the seal in his hand was still in progress.

The Huan Ling Ding was originally the last killer move that Feng Ci had prepared.

It should be said that if Zhejian Villa did not have a magic spirit cauldron, Feng Ci might not have easily agreed to use Zhejian Villa as a bait to lure the real murderer behind the scenes to appear here.

The young man realized what was about to happen, and struggled violently: "You can't violate...you can't—!"

Pei Qianyue said lightly, "Take it."

The air stopped for a moment.

Then, the wind blew and the rain poured down.As if turning into a ferocious beast, the Huan Ling Ding opened its chaotic mouth towards Fang Na and the other two.

The huge suction brought Feng Ci and the young man off the ground. Feng Ci could no longer hold on to the severe pain of shattered muscles and bones all over his body. When he let go of his hand, the Qianqiu sword turned into fine rays of light and dissipated into the void.

For a moment, someone wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms.

Feng Ci didn't even have the energy to raise his hand, he looked at the man in front of him, and was about to say something, when the expression on his face suddenly changed.

A pale hand suddenly grabbed Pei Qianyue's shoulder.

Feng Ci looked over Pei Qianyue's shoulder, and saw that familiar, extremely handsome and extremely cold face.

"You can't...you shouldn't disobey him—!"

The youth didn't know where to get angry, and pulled the two people who had left the bronze tripod back to the golden light.A gust of wind whizzed by, and at the critical moment, Pei Qianyue only had time to push Feng Ci away——

"Pei Qianyue!"

Feng Ci fell back to the ground heavily, and his body rolled for several feet before stopping when he hit a rock.

The golden light above the head spread out, the bronze tripod flipped in mid-air, and there was a loud noise when it landed.

The hustle and bustle dispersed.

Both the young man and Pei Qianyue had disappeared.

"Immortal... Immortal Venerable!"

Soon someone came to Feng Ci, and someone tried to help him up, but Feng Ci ignored him.

He just looked at the copper tripod that had returned to silence, and smiled softly: "Pei Qianyue, you are really a lunatic."

The commotion grew louder, and Feng Ci could hardly make out what they were shouting.His body was injured too badly, his muscles and bones were almost completely broken, and there was no part of his body that did not bleed.

In a panic, Feng Ci stretched out his hand and grabbed a person's sleeve.

"Cure me." Feng Ci's voice was extremely hoarse, with blood gushing from his mouth every time he said a word, "Don't let me die."

After saying this, Feng Ci gently closed his eyes, and fell down helplessly.

No one saw him. The moment he fell down, a blue smoke floated from above his head, turning into a handsome young man in mid-air.

After leaving the physical body, the bone-piercing pain in the body should also subside.

but.

Feng Ci bowed his head, raised his hand to press his heart, his heart was beating violently in his chest cavity, and there was severe pain in his breathing.

"That's how it feels."

Feng Ci laughed lightly, and his figure turned into a cloud of blue smoke again, floating into the copper tripod.

***

The Huan Ling Ding was a peerless treasure created by a senior in the cultivation world during the war between humans and demons.Later, in order to deal with the demons, the senior gave this object to the human allies headed by Fengci.However, after the war was settled, he somehow fell into the human world and fell into the hands of Zhejian Villa.

Feng Ci used this object to subdue many demons, but it was the first time he entered it.

Inside the Phantom Spirit Cauldron is a chaotic space.

Feng Ci originally entered here with the body of the soul, but when he landed lightly in the chaos, he found that he had recovered his body.

The young man looked cold and thoughtful.

This is not surprising.

The illusion is an independent space. In order to make the created illusion more real and more confusing, it usually makes up for a flaw.So in this illusion, Feng Ci returned to its original appearance.

But he wasn't happy at all.

——Anyone who has just fought with his own body will feel awkward.

It's ridiculous.

After living for so many years, he never thought that such absurd things would happen to him.

Feng Ci shook his head and walked forward.

In the dark space, light mirrors emerged one after another, and the appearance of Feng Ci's past was reflected in the mirrors.

Feng Ci patiently looked over one by one.

With a light mirror, a huge gap was torn open in the sky, and the billowing magic breath gushed out like a flood, swallowing the people who cast the spell in an instant.

The two-faced light mirror, the people swallowed by the magic breath did not die, they became huge, with wings and horns, biting and devouring each other, dripping with blood, beyond recognition.

Three sides, four sides... Feng Ci saw his young self stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, fighting to the death with that monster.

At the end of the picture, the young Fengci cut off the demon's head.

The head rolled down to Feng Ci's feet, he half-kneeled, raised his hand and gently closed the wide-open eyes of the blurred monster.

"—Master."

Feng Ci closed his eyes.

It is said that the magic cauldron can reshape the most desperate and painful memories of a person in this life, and trap the person forever in this endless nightmare, tormented for life after life.

Those who are determined will be tortured by this fantasy until the madman dies, and there will be no way to escape.

It is indeed a very wicked magic weapon.

Feng Ci chuckled and continued walking forward.

The further you go in, the faster the picture in the light mirror changes.Scenes of light and shadow interlaced and changed, and countless light mirrors circled around Fengci, circling at a dizzying speed.

Feng Ci stood deep in the vortex and said softly, "Enough is enough."

The changing light and shadow stopped suddenly.

In the light mirror in front of Ting Fengci, the still youthful-looking him knelt on the top of the cliff, looking firmly at the dark cloud-covered sky.

Feng Ci remembered that this was probably the day when he prayed to the heaven to grant him the supreme law.

He looked at his past self shakingly, with a trace of mockery in his eyes: "In my life, there was a moment in my life when I was not in pain and despair."

"—can you pick it out?"

As he finished speaking, the light mirror in front of him suddenly trembled violently.

Slight shattering sounds came and went, and cracks appeared on the surface of the light mirror, shattered, fell, and finally turned into debris and floated into the void.

Thousands of light mirrors were all shattered in an instant.

The Huan Ling Ding weaves illusions based on the most painful memories in a person's life, but it doesn't know what kind of illusions it should weave.

Because in Feng Ci's heart, there is no memory that can bear the word "most".

I'm afraid that even the senior who made the Illusory Spirit Cauldron thousands of years ago would not have imagined that the method to crack the Illusory Spirit Cauldron is so simple.

Feng Ci took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in that chaotic space.

He stepped on the soft grass, the sun was shining through the shade of the trees, and the air was filled with the scent of moist grass after the rain.

Feng Ci looked up at the sky and roughly guessed where this place was.

This is Lingwu Mountain 300 years ago.