This Venerable One Really Didn't Abandon My Familiar

"He is the Patriarch Qianqiu!"

Outside the secret, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

The light mirror near the desert oasis has not been destroyed, so everyone in the Lingxiao Gate can now see this scene in the secret territory.

——Feng Ci pulled out the peerless magic weapon from the void.

—— Qianqiu Sword.

Wen Huaiyu sat in the first seat of the six doors, staring closely at the picture presented in the light mirror, without saying a word in the hustle and bustle of the surroundings.

He had seen the strength of Patriarch Qianqiu at Linxian Terrace.But at that time, Feng Ci could win with one move just by picking up a Samuume at random.

Now, he sacrificed the real magic weapon, how strong will it be?

In the light mirror, a powerful swirl of spiritual power rolled up the wind and sand, like a tornado, straight into the sky.Every sword the young man swung seemed to carry the power of thunder, and the pure sword energy was like burning golden flames, almost completely engulfing the two of them.

That is the true power of the Savior.

That was the power to exterminate the demons with one's own power 3000 years ago.

No one can escape under such sword energy, Wen Huaiyu felt so, and the hundreds of monks present felt the same way.

Not so.

Facing such a strong offensive, the young man in white didn't even evade, facing the overwhelming flames, he also swung his sword.

boom--

"--what is that?!"

"The murderer, what he holds in his hand is..."

"That... that is also the Thousand Autumn Sword!"

Two Qianqiu swords.

The same supreme divine power, the same moves, and even... an extremely similar aura.

"Puppet." Wen Huaiyu said lightly.

"That's right, it's the puppet." A voice sounded from under the high platform.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Wei Chichu, the master of Wanfa Pavilion, finally arrived late.Wen Huaiyu got up: "Pavilion Master Yuchi, you are... what's going on here?"

Yuchichu's face was extremely pale, he was leaning on a wooden wheelchair, Elder Jiyun was behind him, slowly pushing him in front of the people.

"Senior Brother Xuanyangzi did it." Ji Yun replied with a sigh, "Senior Brother Xuanyangzi seems to have done something in this secret realm, he was worried that Pavilion Master Yuchi would find out, so he drugged Pavilion Master Yuchi to faint , Trapped in the back mountain."

"...Pindao took some effort, and he just rescued him."

"He also took my leg!" Yu Chichu said angrily.

Wen Huaiyu looked down, only to see that Yuchichu's trouser legs hanging in front of the wheelchair were empty, and the original prosthetic limb was gone.

"..." Wen Huaiyu pondered, "The master of Xuanyangzi sect..."

Wen Huaiyu is so intelligent, as soon as Jiyun said this, he immediately guessed that it should be related to the strangeness that appeared in the secret realm just now.Previously, the leaders of Langfeng City and Lingxiaomen sect entered the secret realm with their disciples, but now, Pei Qianyue and Feng Ci appeared in the oasis, but Xuanyangzi and Lingxiaomen disciples were not there.

Although I don't know what happened yet, but Xuan Yangzi now... I'm afraid it's more than auspicious.

But Wen Huaiyu didn't say anything, but asked: "Pavilion Master Yuchi just said a puppet, but what's the inside story?"

Only then did Yu Chichu raise his eyes to look at the light mirror.

"The one you see is also Qianqiu, but it is Qianqiu's body made into a puppet." Yuchichu said leisurely, "In the past six months, the real culprit who slaughtered the Xianmen is this person."

"What?" A monk in the crowd exclaimed, "The real culprit who slaughtered the Xianmen is Patriarch Qianqiu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuchichu took out a piece of Yanjia from his sleeve and smashed it right on the face: "What nonsense are you talking about?! You said it was a puppet, and the real culprit is the puppet in the flesh! If you dare to disrespect the patriarch, cut it off your skin!"

The man shut his mouth resentfully.

Wen Huaiyu asked again: "But who is behind the scenes manipulating Patriarch Qianqiu's body, and why did he do that?"

Yuchichu fell silent.

His eyeballs hidden behind the monocle flicked around, and he said in a muffled voice, "I don't know."

Wen Huaiyu frowned suspiciously.

"If you want to ask, just ask Pei Qianyue." Yuchichu's tone seemed impatient, "That is, he wanted to ask me for help, so he just said a few more words to me. How the hell do I know so much?!"

Wen Huaiyu's brows moved slightly, grasping the point of this sentence: "Help?"

Yuchichu's expression softened a little, revealing a secretive smile.

He didn't answer, but raised his eyes to look at the light mirror again, his pupils shone slightly in the brilliant light of spiritual power: "Just wait and see, the wonderful things are yet to come."

Inside the secret.

Feng Ci slashed down with his sword, and Qian Qiu's sword edge fell deeply into the young man's shoulder and neck.

Blood gushed out from the wound in an instant, the young man held Feng Ci's sword, his eyes showed some surprise: "Your body..."

Feng Ci ignored it.

His face sank like water, and he said softly: "This sword is for Tianxuanzong."

Feng Ci quickly drew out his accompanying sword, and swung the sword again into the air.His moves are cold and fierce, but his expression is very calm, and there is even a trace of compassion in his eyes: "... Qingyang Sect, Wuchang Gate, Wuya Valley... and Hanshan Temple—"

Every time he swung his sword, he whispered a name.The young man's movements slowed down for some reason, and the speed of his body's recovery was far behind Feng Ci's speed of swinging his sword.

Sixteen swords, sixteen fairy gates.

puff!

Qian Qiujian pierced the young man's chest.

The appearance of the youth is unprecedented.He could barely pick out a piece of intact flesh, his bloody chest rose and fell sharply, and he coughed up blood while breathing.

"How, how is it possible..." the young man gasped.

They are clearly the same person, even if Feng Ci has washed the marrow of this physical body and completely integrated it with the soul, it shouldn't be so much better than him.

"Haven't you felt it yet?" Feng Ci's face was also splashed with blood, his face was expressionless, but he looked like Shura soaked in blood, "It's an undead."

"Because I am fighting for the common people now, and you—"

"If you are an enemy of the common people, you will be abandoned by the common people."

"It's not me who stops you, it's the sixteen immortal sects who died under your sword, hundreds of innocent souls who died violently."

The youth's pupils suddenly constricted.

Feng Ci suddenly exerted force, Qian Qiujian drew an arc in mid-air, and slammed the young man's body out.The young man fell in the air, setting off a monstrous sand wave, and the bloodstains dragged on the ground for dozens of feet.

Most of the monks present were of the younger generation. Even Meng Changqing was stunned where he had never seen such a cruel fighting technique.

Until Feng Ci flew to them.

Feng Ci walked past him and said to Pei Qianyue, "Take them to hide for a while."

He has just experienced this fighting method, so naturally he will not be unscathed.The young man's plain white robe was already stained with blood, and he couldn't tell if it was his own or the other's.

"Wait, why are you hiding?" Meng Changqing didn't understand, "Aren't you fighting for the common people, unstoppable?"

Feng Ci: "..."

Feng Ci looked at Meng Changqing inexplicably, and the latter was confused: "Huh?"

"I was talking nonsense."

A bloodstain was cut on the forehead of Feng Ci, and the blood flowed into the eyes, and he wiped it casually: "You don't really believe that some dead soul is helping me, do you?"

Meng Changqing: "Of course I believe it!"

Feng Ci was silent for a moment, turned his eyes away, and didn't really want to explain this matter.

Pei Qianyue raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the end of his eyes, and said in a low voice: "It is the physical body that has sensed the compassion from the soul, and it has been shaken."

Although Fengci never said it in his mouth, Qianqiu Shengzun never gave up his compassionate heart.

He cares more about Li Mingsheng than anyone else in this world.

The compassion of the flesh had been forcibly erased by the order from Heaven, but at this moment, in the extreme anger and sadness of Feng Ci, it was rekindled.

Therefore, the physical puppet can no longer be an enemy of Fengci.

Because, in front of the real Qianqiu Shengzun, he will always choose the former between life and destiny.

The fine sand in the distance moved, and the young man slowly got up.He staggered forward step by step, and the injuries on his body healed rapidly while walking.

Feng Ci stepped forward quickly, and clapped his palm on the ground forcefully: "Get up!"

A raging flame ignited from the young man's feet.

The young man's body burned instantly, and there was a scorching smell in the air, but this still couldn't stop the young man's footsteps.

Feng Ci's eyes reflected the raging fire in the formation, and he was thinking quickly in his mind.

Flesh puppets are immortal, and it is difficult to subdue them completely by ordinary methods.But even Tiandao cannot be completely without weaknesses, let alone the puppets that were created.

There is the easiest way...

"Pei..." Feng Ci was about to turn around to call Pei Qianyue, but a cool body was suddenly attached to his vest.

Pei Qianyue hugged him from behind, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want me to do?"

Even in such an urgent situation, this embrace still made Feng Ci lose his mind for a moment.

He closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and quickly said: "Now open the exit of the secret realm immediately, let everyone leave here, and then block the entrance and exit of the secret realm from the outside—"

"What about you?" Pei Qianyue interrupted him.

Feng Ci's voice paused.

Pei Qianyue said: "I will not leave you here alone."

Fengci's heart trembled slightly.

He averted his gaze from looking at him, and said calmly: "I have to stay here to hold him back, you are obedient, and take the other immortal disciples away first..."

Pei Qianyue gently held Feng Ci's hand.

The magic circle condensed from the palm of Pei Qianyue was dissolved with this movement, and all the flames lingering around the young man in the distance disappeared, and the scorched skin returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Pei Qianyue said, "Master doesn't want to know, do I have any plans?"

He straightened up and softly recited a mantra.

He had never heard of this spell, Feng Ci, but he instantly recognized what it was.

——Yanjia Mechanism.

As the mantra was recited, Feng Ci keenly heard a few crisp melodies.He raised his eyes and quickly found the sound.

It was actually on the young man's wrist.

That was the tracking device prepared by Wanfa Pavilion when they entered the secret realm.

The young man entered the secret realm in the name of a patrol disciple, so he would naturally have this item in his hand.What's more, this tracker can find out where the disciples are being tested in the secret realm, making it easier for young people to find their targets.

Therefore, it is logical for him to keep this thing by his side.

But I didn't expect that this thing has other uses.

With the sound of the bracket, the shape of the tracker on the young man's wrist changed rapidly.Like rebirth, the thin silver shell expanded layer by layer, wrapping half of his arm in an instant.

The young man couldn't break free, he raised Qianqiu Sword with his right hand, wanting to cut off this arm directly.

Clang!

Another long and slender fairy sword that was exactly the same flew in the air, ruthlessly grabbing the accompanying sword in the young man's hand.

Feng Ci held the sword in his hand, stared closely at the pair of eyes that he was extremely familiar with, and said softly: "It's time to end."

With a sudden force, he lifted the long sword in the opponent's hand to the sky.

At the same time, more machine sounds sounded in this oasis.

The trackers in the hands of all the disciples came out one after another, turned into pieces of silver parts, and flew towards the young man.

Those silver parts automatically elongated and deformed, buckled around the young man's limbs and neck, and fit closely to each other.

Pei Qianyue: "—Take it!"

The last part was buckled on the young man's head, completely enveloping him.

The words of the wind fell to the ground leisurely.

The oasis was silent.

In the silence of Wan Lai, only Feng Ci raised his head and looked at the thing that was wrapped like an iron bucket in mid-air, and could barely see the human shape, and asked in disbelief: "...what is this thing?"

Pei Qianyue was also silent for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Pavilion Master Yuchi seems to call it... Wanfa Guizongyi."

"..." Feng Ci coughed softly, "Then what is the use of this iron bucket, no, Wanfa Guizongyi?"

Pei Qianyue said: "Release Heaven's control over the body and let it return to its original state."

Feng Ci was a little surprised: "Can it really be done?"

"Theoretically yes." Pei Qianyue said, "The puppets are actually controlled by some kind of magic technique, making them lose their nature, and only obey the orders of the caster. As long as they can enter the depths of their consciousness, the magic technique will The remaining traces are erased, and it will be solved naturally."

Feng Ci noticed his words: "Theoretically?"

Pei Qianyue nodded: "Pavilion Master Yuchi has tested this thing many times to ensure that it can eliminate the spells imposed on the puppet, but there are still two uncertainties."

"First, the power to control the physical body of the Qianqiu Patriarch is beyond human reach. When this object was manufactured, there was no such strong model for testing, so no one knows how far it can go."

"As for the second..."

Outside the secret, Wei Chichu, the master of Wanfa Pavilion, stared at the light mirror and said quietly: "This puppet has absorbed too much spiritual power."

Those spiritual powers are stored in the puppet's body, and at this moment, they will become the puppet's last shelter.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the originally calm instrument gradually became agitated.

Wanfa Guizongyi can temporarily block the flow of spiritual power and trap people in it, but it is temporary after all.If it is too late to eliminate the spells in the depths of the puppet's consciousness, Gui Zongyi won't last long.

On the oasis, the ground suddenly trembled.

The ground collapsed, and more than a hundred thick iron chains came out from the depths of the fine sand, instantly binding the young man wrapped in the instrument tightly.

The fine sand slid down, revealing the true body of the thing.

It was the soldier Pei Qianyue used when the Xianmeng rebelled.

The rolling spiritual power was transmitted to the soldier by the iron chain, Pei Qianyue said: "The soldier can absorb the spiritual power of the puppet's body, and then guide it into the earth through the body, so that this spiritual power will eventually return to the heaven and the earth."

"This is the real reason why I chose the Lingxu Cave Array."

From the very beginning, he calculated every step.

In mid-air, the young man trapped by the instrument seemed to have sensed the loss of spiritual power, and began to struggle frantically.But under the dual control of instruments and soldiers, his struggles were insignificant.

Feng Ci watched all this silently, and after a while, he said helplessly: "It's only been three months, how many things have you done..."

What about obediently obeying what you said and doing nothing? !

Pei Qianyue smiled faintly, but quickly restrained himself.Even with such careful calculations, the expression on his face still did not relax.

This plan is not foolproof.

Just like Yu Chichu wasn't sure whether his instruments could completely dispel the spells left by the Heavenly Dao, Pei Qianyue was also not sure if his soldiers could fully extract the spiritual power from the puppet.

Feng Ci quickly knew the answer.

bass--

An iron chain finally couldn't withstand the powerful transmission of spiritual power and broke from it.

Feng Ci's face darkened.

too difficult.

The puppet not only has the spells left by the Dao of Heaven, but also the spiritual power of the monks absorbed in the cultivation world in the past six months.How could the spiritual power of hundreds of people be able to withstand it so easily.

There was another bang from somewhere, and another chain broke.

Before Feng Ci could react, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Pei Qianyue jumped over Feng Ci, jumped up, and grabbed the end of the broken chain.He was dragged on the sand by the iron chain for a moment, and with his free hand, he pulled out the Solitary Shadow Sword from the void, and stabbed it hard into the ground.

Spiritual conduction reconnected.

The billowing spiritual power hit the depths of the spiritual veins like thunder and lightning, and the internal organs seemed to have been washed once. Pei Qianyue frowned slightly, and tasted a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth instantly.

A monk's spiritual veins are extremely fragile, and he can bear spiritual power far beyond his own. If he is a little careless, he may even be in danger of exploding and dying.

"Pei Qianyue, are you crazy?!" Feng Ci quickly went to pull him, "Let go!"

Even the physical body of Qianqiu Patriarch who had been blessed by heaven had never faced such a powerful spiritual power.

How could he bear it?

Pei Qianyue's face quickly turned pale, and when he heard Feng Ci's words, he turned his head and smiled at him with all his strength: "I promised, I will take back the master's body."

Feng Ci almost made him laugh angrily.

Once spiritual power transmission is established, forcibly interrupting it will only harm the safety of the caster.Feng Ci gave up trying to stop him, and raised his hand to cover the back of Pei Qianyue's.

The meridians all over his body instantly felt severe pain under the pressure of powerful spiritual power.

Pei Qianyue: "You—"

"What are you?" It wasn't the first time that Feng Ci's meridians were broken due to too strong spiritual power, and he was somewhat familiar with the pain.He circled Pei Qianyue from behind, and because of the height gap, he could only put his face on Pei Qianyue's back, "Do you want me to just look at it like this?"

Pei Qianyue stopped talking.

Feng Ci soon couldn't care less about talking.

His physical body has been strengthened to the limit by him before, and it is not easy to withstand the power of his soul.

The fragile meridians were crumbling under the flow of spiritual power, Feng Ci clenched his teeth, and the severe pain gave him the illusion that he was on the verge of death.He buried his head on Pei Qianyue's back, smelling the unique sandalwood on the other's clothes, his vision became a little blurred.

If you can really die with him like this...

The spiritual power flowing through the meridians gradually slowed down.

It took Feng Ci a while to realize that this was not his illusion. He raised his head, but was stunned.

Behind them, there were many more people at some point.

Nearby, Meng Changqing and several young monks were pulling an iron chain together, his pale face covered with cold sweat.Not only them, the monks who had been hiding behind stepped forward one after another, holding the iron chain in twos and threes, sharing the spiritual power transmission for them.

No, more than that.

In the distance, streaks of spiritual light turned into ropes, bound to that weird and ridiculous instrument.Feng Ci looked along the ends of the ropes and saw familiar faces.

Wen Huaiyu, Xiao Guo, Li Jiu...

It was everyone who had been fighting outside the secret realm before.

The descendants of the Six Sects, members of the Immortal Alliance, and more than a hundred immortal sects participating in the assessment of the Immortal Alliance, all entered this secret realm at some point, just to help them.

Feng Ci took a deep breath and raised his eyes to the sky.

"Did you see it?" Feng Ci murmured, and seemed to be talking to himself, "The fate of the human race should not be in the hands of others."

I don't know how long it has passed, until the moon has set and the sky has turned white, the last trace of spiritual power in the puppet's body has been absorbed.The body in Feng Ci's arms suddenly trembled and almost fell down.

Feng Ci hurriedly helped him stabilize, and carefully let go of Pei Qianyue's hand holding the iron chain.

The surrounding monks also disconnected their spells one after another.

Someone tentatively asked: "...It's done?"

He was answered by another exclamation of excitement.

A light mirror flew in front of everyone, and Yu Chichu's magnified face appeared in the light mirror: "It's done!!!"

The crowd finally belatedly burst into cheers of joy.

But Feng Ci ignored the uproar.

He just held Pei Qianyue's hand in distress.

The flesh of the opponent's palm was scorched black, the blood had already drained, and the white bones could be seen faintly.Feng Ci saw his favorite hands in the past become like this, he didn't even care about the joy of regaining his body, his eyes were full of heartache: "Does it hurt?"

"No..." Pei Qianyue changed his words when he reached his lips, "It hurts."

"I told you not to be brave." Even he couldn't immediately remove the scars left by such powerful spiritual power.Feng Ci took his hand and blew gently, sighing: "I hope there will be no scars."

Pei Qianyue laughed: "No."

"Why not, you—" Feng Ci raised his head while speaking, but was stunned.

Pei Qianyue noticed his strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Ci stared at him silently for a while, but shook his head: "It's nothing."

Just now, he saw a light red light flashing between Pei Qianyue's brows.

It's the devil's heart.