After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Qi Ling: "What method?"

Wu Nong: "Glass Bow."

"Use the spiritual power of the glazed bow to suppress him." Qi Ling looked at Wu Nong, waiting for him to continue, "But the artifact is too powerful, and it is not sure whether it will have other effects on the Xuanji Fan."

Qi Ling thought for a while and said: "Even if this method is feasible, the glazed bow cannot be found now, even if it is found...the glazed bow is a divine weapon, and it cannot be driven by us..."

Wu Nong suddenly laughed, then leaned over and lifted the corner of Qi Ling's clothes, looked at the wound on his foot, and said seriously: "Your wound..."

"Brother Wu! Now that's not the point." Qi Ling couldn't figure out why this person couldn't tell the situation clearly. This little injury was nothing compared to the fact that the souls of the dead escaped from the Xuanji Fan.

Wu Nong was silent for a while without speaking.

Seeing his silence, Qi Ling hurriedly said, "Brother Wu...I, I didn't kill you."

The next second, he heard Wu Nong speak coldly, as if he was angry again: "You can use the mysterious fan, and now the blood can drive away the vines...why can't you use the glass bow?"

Hearing this, Qi Ling obviously paused, and then looked at Wu Nong in disbelief: "Why do I..."

Halfway through the speech, he couldn't continue.

What Wu Nong said was actually not unreasonable.

Otherwise, why would I feel familiar with the glazed bow?

Wu Nong stood up, stared at his heart for a long time, then stretched out his hand.

Qi Ling took a step back subconsciously: "What are you going to do? You still want to..."

"Here." Wu Nong put his hand directly on Qi Ling's heart, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked in a soft voice, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Nong, who looked like this, looked at Qi Ling a little bit in a daze, he shook his head dully, and suddenly said something strange: "Have you...did anything to apologize to me?"

Wu Nong's face darkened immediately: "..."

Seeing that he was about to get angry again, Qi Ling put his hand directly on Wu Nong's hand and pressed himself, and said with a dry smile, "Don't be angry, don't be angry! I'll just say it casually, if you like it, press it more, you are now The wounded, don't get angry!"

"..." Wu Nong's gaze slowly moved down, and landed on Qi Ling's hand that was pressing him.

No one spoke for a while, the two pressed each other like this, and stood there for a long time in a daze.It's been so long that Wu Nong really forgot to be angry, all he thinks about is Qi Ling.

It has been so long that his heart seems to have passed to Qi Ling's heartbeat, beating together with him.

"that……"

Seeing that Wu Nong didn't seem to want to go back at all, Qi Ling felt a little embarrassed, and whispered: "If you want to touch... go out and touch you, touch... now first..."

Wu Nong finally came back to his senses, he withdrew his hand and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing him vomit blood, Qi Ling hurried forward to check, "Sit still and don't move. Have you ever seen someone who was stabbed by an arrow and was in the mood to belittle others?"

"Frivolity?" Wu Nong raised his head and glanced at Qi Ling: "Didn't you hold my hand yourself and prevent me from taking it back?!"

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, he didn't think so, I pressed it very lightly just now, it's very easy for you to withdraw it.

But then turned to look at Wu Nong's eyes that could see fouls, Qi Ling suddenly thought again: Brother Wu was injured because of me, so I followed him to order.Besides, he is injured now, maybe even though he pressed lightly just now, Wu Nong was so injured that he didn't even have the strength to pull back his hand?Brother Wu is a strong person, he can still stand up, but what if he has actually been injured inside?

The more Qi Ling thought about it, the more wrong he felt, Wu Nong became more and more pitiful, and he became more and more wrong, even the way he looked at Wu Nong changed.

Wu Nong thought to himself: ...Why is he looking at this deity like this?The deity looks pitiful?

Just when the two of them stared wide-eyed, those vines suddenly started to grow again, and they went straight towards Qi Ling. Just as Qi Ling was about to use blood to deal with them, Xuanji Fan ran out of its arms and blocked him. That touch of attack.

Qi Ling protected Wu Nong behind him, and said, "Brother Wu, what's going on?"

Wu Nong seemed to understand something: "Your blood."

It was the High Priest's foreknowledge blood that affected the glazed bow.

Qi Ling glanced at Xuanji Fan, then looked at him again: "Xuanji Fan is...helping us deal with the glazed bow?"

Wu Nong looked at the fan glowing with dark red light, and nodded.

The Xuanji Fan is made of sycamore wood, but it is tougher than black iron. When opened, it is comparable to a sharp sword, and can easily cut through those vines.

Wu Nong said: "It is the dead souls in the Xuanji Fan that are driving it."

Qi Ling didn't speak, looked at the black air wrapped around the mysterious fan, lowered his eyes imperceptibly, and then clenched his hands in his sleeves.

Who is he?

What do those dead souls and artifacts have to do with him?

Wu Nong saw this scene in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said, "What did you see in the illusion created by the glazed bow?"

Hearing his sudden question, Qi Ling didn't think too much, and said, "A tree."

Wu Nong froze and looked up at him.

Being looked at by him with strange eyes, Qi Ling paused for a moment, then looked away dumbly: "...what's wrong?"

Wu Nong said, "Apart from trees, what else?"

Qi Ling was a little terrified by his stare, and turned his head to avoid his sight: "It's gone."

Wu Nong lowered his eyes and did not speak.

When the high priest was lying, he was most afraid to look other people in the eye.

Qi Ling tried to change the topic, and looked at Xuanji Fan: "How long do you think we can last?"

"..." Wu Nong finally did not continue the topic just now, and replied with a gloomy expression, "For a moment."

Qi Ling: "Huh?"

As soon as the words fell, the black air on the Xuanji fan suddenly increased, covering the entire fan and emitting evil energy from above.At the same time, the vines surrounding them seemed to have lost their spiritual power, and they all fell to the ground lifelessly.

Qi Ling felt the Xuanji fan stirring, and before he could do anything, Wu Nong grabbed the clothes at the back of his neck and stepped back to the edge of the barrier.

In the next second, the ground under their feet began to shake.

Qi Ling's first reaction was that the soul tower was moving, but after careful identification, he realized that it was the place where they were standing just now that was moving.

A thought flashed in Qi Ling's mind - the glazed bow.

"The Liuli Bow has sensed the Mysterious Fan." Wu Nong said, a golden light shone from the cracked ground.

This light illuminated the whole surrounding at once, Qi Ling squinted open a gap, and saw those golden vines on the ground moving again, this time they were not towards them, but wrapped around the mysterious fan, as if they wanted to close it.

There were many voices printed in Qi Ling's mind, shouting all the time, they were like flood water, they couldn't wait to rush out of that fan.

Seeing Qi Ling frowning, Wu Nong knew that the state of Xuanji Fan was not right.

The formation under his feet suppressed the glazed bow, and the Xuanji Fan could not be suppressed if this continued.

"Qi Ling."

"Ah?" Qi Ling turned his head to look at Wu Nong: "Do you have a solution?"

Wu Nong looked over strangely, "I didn't call you."

"Qi Ling."

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment again, sure that he heard someone calling him, but this time he recognized that the voice was that dead soul again.

"You have to sit and wait for death, if you go on like this, you can only die." Ji Ze's voice was directly reflected in Qi Ling's mind, but Wu Nong couldn't hear it, and just watched Qi Ling lower his eyes.

Ji Ze looked at himself again and said, "The glazed bow is under the formation, as long as you break the formation, you can escape."

"Is the sealing formation so easy to decipher?" Qi Ling said: "You might as well finish your sentence and tell me how to decipher it directly. Why are you so secretive?"

"Who are you talking to?" Wu Nong didn't see anyone around.

Qi Ling shook his head, but didn't answer him.

"..." The other end was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "It's a pity, I don't know how, and neither does the person next to you, only you here can do it."

Qi Ling said in a daze: "...I don't remember."

It was like this again, every time, various strange things told him that his identity was far more than a monk.He knows many spells and formations that ordinary people have never been exposed to, and he even has a connection with artifacts.

How could an ordinary monk have anything to do with the artifact?

Wu Nong: "Don't remember anything?"

After Ji Ze finished speaking, he fell silent, Qi Ling turned to look at Wu Nong, the light in his eyes was flickering, making Wu Nong unable to see his emotions clearly.

Qi Ling said: "In the second round of the winter test, the devilish energy that appeared on the competition stage, he is in the soul tower, right beside us."

As soon as he said this, Wu Nong was silent for a second, knowing in his heart that it was the dead souls of the Land of the Dead.

He has been following Qi Ling?

"What did I tell you?" Although the wound on Wu Nong's body has stopped bleeding, the spiritual power attached to him is still eroding the spiritual power on his body, making his whole face look a little too pale, "The dead souls there are unbelievable .”

What Qi Ling was about to say just now was blocked by Wu Nong's last words.

He pursed his lower lip lightly, it was true to say so, but the dead soul didn't seem to want him to die.

At least not now.

"The dead soul said, I will break the formation." Qi Ling thought for a while, looked at the golden vines on the Xuanji fan, and said his conjecture: "You said that the three magic weapons check and balance each other, since the glazed bow can counter the Xuanji Fan, does that mean...the Phaseless Three-Yuan Disk can also suppress the glazed bow?"

"What are you going to do?" Wu Nong stretched out his hand to pull Qi Ling, but the wound suddenly hurt, Qi Ling had already walked over without pulling.

Qi Ling came to the center of the formation, only from here could he see the entire appearance of the formation.

But the formation is too big, and I still can't see it all, so I can only... go to the top.

Qi Ling looked towards Wu Nong and saw that his white clothes were stained with blood, he hesitated for a moment, then turned his head to look at Xuanji Fan who was imprisoned by vines.

"Xuanji Fan, come back." As soon as the words finished, the black energy on the Xuanji Fan became more and more restless, Qi Ling felt his head hurt and uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand to catch the Xuanji Fan.

As soon as he caught the fan, the vines on it wrapped around his whole body along his arms, Qi Ling's feet were empty, and the vines caught him in the air.

The vines strangled his breathing a bit, Qi Ling opened one eye, and at the same time smeared the blood from his fingertips on the vines, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The vines shook due to the restlessness of the Xuanji Fan, Qi Ling was a little dizzy, on the one hand he felt that he was about to fall in the next second, on the other hand he could only force himself to open his eyes to see the formation.

The golden formation is disc-shaped, and the runes on it are complex in style, which should be some kind of ancient text.

Wu Nong stood up with the help of the barrier, saw that Qi Ling was surrounded by vines, he took a few steps forward to rescue him, but for some reason, this formation repelled him outside.

Wu Nong's eyes darkened, this was Liuli Bow warning him not to move forward.

"I know..." Qi Ling had a lot of vines wrapped around his body, he frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing Wu Nong's worried look, he forcefully put on a smile and said, "Formation...I understand."

The runes of this formation are incomprehensible, but the principle is the same as the formation of the Wuxiang Sanyuan disk.

As soon as the words fell, all the vines on the Xuanji fan were cut off, Qi Ling felt his body loosen, and fell down without warning.

When he fell, his knees hit the ground first, and when he fell from above, he only felt a dull pain there, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"The eyes of the formation..." Qi Ling opened his eyes, and saw that there was a crack in the Xuanji fan.He didn't care about other things, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his knee, he got up and grabbed the Xuanji Fan.At that moment, the dead souls on the fan sensed something, and all of them rushed out along his arm.

Qi Ling's expression darkened, and he gave a faint smile, as if he was a different person, skillfully used the mysterious fan towards the eye of the sealing formation.

The souls of the dead have not been able to completely get rid of the Xuanji Fan, they can only obey the master's orders, the black energy gushes out with the red spiritual power of the Xuanji Fan, and hits directly at the formation on the ground, Qi Ling uses the fan to cover his face, avoiding the two The impact of the collision of Dao spiritual power.

Turning sideways, Wu Nong saw his red eyes, and immediately froze on the spot, murmuring in disbelief: "The High Priest..."