This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    "He is the ancestor of Qianqiu!"

    Outside the secret, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

    The light mirror near the desert oasis was not destroyed, so everyone in Lingxiaomen now saw this scene in the secret realm.

    —Feng Ci drew that peerless weapon from the void.

    —Qianqiu Sword.

    Wen Huaiyu sat in the first seat of the six gates, staring at the picture in the light mirror, and said nothing in the surrounding noise.

    The strength of Qianqiu Patriarch, he had seen it on Linxiantai. But at that time, Feng Ci could just break a cold plum and be able to win with one move.

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

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

    That is the true power of the Saviour.

    That was the power that annihilated the demons by itself three thousand years ago.

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

    Not so.

    Faced with such a strong offensive, the young man in white did not dodge and swung a sword against the overwhelming flames.

    Boom—

    “—what is that?!”

    "The murderer, he is holding..."

    "That...that's also the Qianqiu sword!"

    Two Qianqiu swords.

    The same supreme power, the same moves, and even...a very similar breath.

    "Puppet." Wen Huaiyu said softly.

     "Yes, it's the puppet." A voice sounded from below the high platform.

    Everyone turned their heads to look, and the chief captain of Wanfa Pavilion finally arrived late. Wen Huaiyu got up: "Pavilion Master Yuchi, you are... what the **** is going on?"

    Yu Chichu's face was extremely pale, he was leaning on a wooden wheelchair, and Elder Ji Yun was behind him and slowly pushed him to the front.

    "It's what Senior Brother Xuanyangzi did." Ji Yun sighed and replied, "Senior Brother Xuanyangzi seems to have done something in this secret realm, he is worried that Pavilion Master Yuchi will find out, Therefore, Pavilion Master Yuchi was stunned by medicine and trapped in the back mountain."

    "...Pindao spent some effort, and this has just rescued people."

    "He even took my leg!" Yuchichu said angrily.

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

    "..." Wen Huaiyu pondered, "Xuanyangzi sect master he..."

    Wen Huaiyu is so smart, as soon as Ji Yun said this, he immediately guessed that this should be related to the strangeness that appeared in the secret realm just now. Previously, the leaders of Langfengcheng and Lingxiaomen entered the secret realm with their disciples, but now, Pei Qianyue and Fengci appeared in the oasis, but Xuanyangzi and the disciples of Lingxiaomen were not seen.

    Although I don't know what happened, Xuan Yangzi is now...

    But Wen Huaiyu didn't say anything, but asked: "Yuchi Pavilion Master just said puppets, but what do you know?"

    Only then did Yu Chi Chu look up at the light mirror.

    "You see that, it's also Qianqiu, but it's the body of Qianqiu who was made into a puppet." Yu Chichu said leisurely, "This person has been the real murderer who slaughtered Xianmen in the past six months. "

    "What?" A monk in the crowd exclaimed, "The real murderer of the Xianmen slaughter is Qianqiu Patriarch?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chichu took out a piece of armor from his sleeve and smashed it in the face: "What nonsense are you talking about?! It was said that it was a puppet, and the physical puppet is the real murderer! If you dare to be disrespectful to the ancestors again, I will cut your skin!"

    The man closed his mouth angrily.

    Wen Huaiyu asked again: "But who is behind the scenes controlling the body of the ancestor Qianqiu, and why did he do it?"

    Yu Chi Chu was silent.

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

    Wen Huaiyu frowned suspiciously.

    "If you want to ask, just ask Pei Qianyue." Yu Chichu's tone seemed impatient, "That is, he asked me for help, so he just said a few words to me, my motherfucker. How do you know so much?!"

    Wen Huaiyu moved her eyebrows slightly and caught the point of this sentence: "Help?"

    Yu Chi Chu's expression softened, revealing a secret smile.

      "

    The Secret.

    Blood gushed out from the wound instantly, the young man held Feng Ci's sword, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise: "Your body..."

    Fashion is ignored.

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

    Feng Ci quickly drew out the matching sword, and another sword was swung into the air. His moves were cold and fierce, but his expression was very calm, and there was even a trace of pity in his eyes: "...Qingyang Sect, Wuchangmen, Wuyagu...and, Hanshan Temple—"

    Every time he swings his sword, he whispers a name. The youth's movements slowed down for some reason, and the speed of his body recovery was far less than the speed of Feng Ci's sword swing.

    Sixteen swords, sixteen immortal gates.

    Puff!

    The Qianqiu sword penetrated the youth's chest.

    The youth looks like an unprecedented embarrassment. He could barely pick out a piece of intact flesh from all over his body, his **** chest rose and fell sharply, and he coughed up blood between his breaths.

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

    "Have you not felt it yet?" Feng Ci's face was also splattered with blood beads, his face was expressionless, but he was like a blood-soaked Shura, "It's an undead."

    "Because this seat is now fighting for the common people, and you-"

    "An enemy of the common people will surely be abandoned by the common people."

    The pupils of the youth suddenly tightened.

    Feng Ci suddenly exerted force, Qianqiu Sword drew an arc in the air, and threw the young man's body out. The young man fell into the air, setting off monstrous sand waves, and the blood stains dragged dozens of feet on the ground.

    Most of the cultivators present were of the younger generation. Where have they seen such cruel fighting, even Meng Changqing was stunned.

    until Feng Cifei fell to them.

    Feng Ci passed him in diameter and said to Pei Qianyue: "Take them to hide."

    He has just experienced this fight, and naturally he will not be unscathed. The young man's plain white robe was stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether 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, are you unstoppable?"

    Words: "…"

    Feng Ci looked at Meng Changqing at a loss for words, the latter was confused: "Huh?"

    "I was talking nonsense."

    Meng Changqing: "Of course I believe it!"

    Feng Ci was silent for a moment, looked away, and didn't really want to explain the matter.

    Pei Qianyue raised his hand to wipe the blood from the end of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It was the flesh that sensed the compassion from the soul, and it shook."

    Although Feng Ci never said it in his mouth, the Qianqiu Holy Venerable never gave up his compassionate heart.

    He cares more about the dawn than anyone in the world.

    The sympathy of the flesh was forcibly erased by the order of heaven, but at this moment, in the extreme anger and sadness of Fengci, it rekindled.

    So the physical puppet can no longer be the enemy of Fengci.

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

    The fine sand moved in the distance, and the young man got up slowly. He staggered step by step, and the wounds on his body healed quickly as he walked.

    Feng Ci quickly stepped forward and slapped the ground with her palm: "Get up!"

    A flame raged 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 could not stop the young man's footsteps.

    Physical puppets are immortal, and it is difficult to completely subdue them by ordinary methods. But even the way of heaven cannot be completely without weaknesses, not to mention the created puppets.

    There is an easy way…

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

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

    Even in such an emergency, this embrace still made Feng Ci absent for a moment.

    He closed his eyes, stabilized his mind, and quickly said: "Now you 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.

     Fengci said a word.

    Pei Qianyue said: "I won't leave you here alone."

    Feng Ci's heart trembled slightly.

    He looked away from him, calmly said: "I have to stay here to drag him, you are obedient, take the other Xianmen disciples away first..."

    Pei Qianyue gently held Feng Ci's hand.

      undisturbed.

    "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 recited a mantra softly.

    I had never heard of this mantra, but he instantly judged what it was.

    -

    As the mantra was chanted, Feng Ci keenly heard a few crisp machine sounds. He raised his eyes and quickly found the voice.

    It was on the young man's wrist.

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

    Young people enter the secret realm in the name of patrolling disciples, and they will naturally have this in their hands. What's more, this tracker can detect the location of the trial disciples in the secret realm, making it easier for young people to find their targets.

    So it makes sense for him to keep this with him.

    I didn't expect this thing to have other uses.

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

    The young man couldn't break free, raised the Qianqiu sword with his right hand, and wanted to cut off the arm directly.

    Clang!

    Feng Ci held the sword in his hand, looked closely at the pair of eyes he was very familiar with, and said softly, "It's over."

    He suddenly exerted his strength and raised 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 the disciples slid out one after another, turned into pieces of silver, and flew towards the youth.

    The silver parts are automatically elongated and deformed, buckled on the limbs and neck of the youth, and fit closely with each other.

    Pei Qianyue: "—Come!"

    The last piece was buckled on the young man's head, completely wrapping the man.

    The words of the wind fall to the ground.

    The oasis is silent.

    In the silence of Wan Lai, only Feng Ci looked up at the air that was wrapped like an iron barrel, and could hardly see the human-shaped thing, and asked incredulously: "...what is this?"

    Pei Qianyue was also silent for a moment, and said not quite sure: "Pavilion Master Yuchi seems to call it... Wanfa returns to Zongyi."

    "..." Fengci coughed lightly, "Then this iron bucket, no, what is the function of Wanfa Guizongyi?"

    Pei Qianyue said: "Release the control of heaven over the physical 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 puppet man is actually controlled by some kind of magic technique, so that it loses its nature and only obeys the orders of the caster. Deep in the consciousness, erase the traces of the spell, and it will be solved naturally."

    Fengci noticed his words: "Theoretically?"

    Pei Qianyue nodded: "This item, Pavilion Master Yuchi, has been tested many times to ensure that the spell applied to the puppet can be eliminated, but there are still two uncertainties."

    "One, the power that can control the physical body of the ancestor of Qianqiu is beyond human reach. When this thing was manufactured, there was no such a strong template for testing, so no one knew that it could eventually do To what extent."

    "As for the second..."

    Beyond the secret, the master of Wanfa Pavilion stared at the light mirror Chichu, and said faintly: "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 refuge.

    Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the originally calm instrument gradually began to become restless.

    Wanfa Guizongyi can temporarily block the flow of spiritual power and trap people in it, but it is temporary after all. If the magic technique deep in the puppet's consciousness cannot be eliminated for a long time, this ten thousand magic will not last long.

    On the oasis, the earth suddenly trembled.

    The fine sand slipped, revealing the true body of the thing.

    He was a soldier used by Pei Qianyue 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 heaven and earth. ."

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

    From the beginning, he calculated every step.

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

    Feng Ci watched all of this silently, and after a while, he reluctantly spit out a sentence: "It's only been three months, how much have you done..."

     Say good things to be obedient and do nothing? !

    Pei Qianyue smiled lightly, but quickly recovered. Even if he calculated so carefully, the expression on his face was still not relaxed.

    This plan is not foolproof.

    Just as Yu Chichu was not sure whether his instruments could completely dissolve the spells left by Tiandao, Pei Qianyue also did not know whether his soldiers could fully derive the spiritual power from the puppet.

    Feng Ci quickly knew the answer.

    Mash—

    A chain finally could not bear the powerful spiritual transmission and broke.

    Feng Ci's face sank.

    Too hard.

    The puppet not only has the spells left by the Heavenly Dao, but also the cultivator's spiritual power absorbed in the cultivation world in the past six months. Hundreds of people's cultivation base spiritual power is so simple that they can withstand it.

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

    Not waiting for Feng Ci to react, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

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

    Spiritual transmission is reconnected.

    The spiritual veins of the monks are extremely fragile and can withstand spiritual power far beyond their own.

    "Pei Qianyue, are you crazy?!" Feng Ci hurriedly pulled him, "Let go!"

    Even the physical body of Patriarch Qianqiu, who has been blessed by Heaven, has never faced such a powerful spiritual force once.

    How could he possibly bear it?

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

    Feng Ci was about to laugh at him.

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

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

    Pei Qianyue: "You—"

    "What are you?" Feng Ci was not the first time that the meridians were broken due to too powerful spiritual power, and he was quite familiar with this pain. He surrounded Pei Qianyue from behind, and because of the height difference, he could only put his face on Pei Qianyue's back, "Do you want me to just watch like this?"

    Pei Qianyue stopped talking.

    Feng Ci was too soon to speak.

    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 in the flow of spiritual power, the wind clenched his teeth, and the severe pain made him feel that he was about to die. He buried his head on Pei Qianyue's back and smelled the unique sandalwood on the other's clothes, his vision became a little blurry.

    If I can die with him like this...

    The spiritual power flowing through the meridians gradually slowed down.

    Feng Ci took 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, her pale face was covered in cold sweat. Not only them, but the monks who had been hiding behind stepped forward one after another, holding the chains in twos and threes to share the spiritual power transmission for them.

    No, more than that.

    In the distance, rays of spiritual power turned into ropes, tied to the weird and ridiculous instrument. Feng Ci looked along the ends of the ropes and saw a familiar face.

    Wen Huaiyu, Xiao Guo, Li Jiu…

    It is everyone who has been fighting on the outside of Rift before.

    The descendants of the six sects, members of the Immortal Alliance, and the immortal sects who participated in the assessment of the Immortal Alliance from hundreds of large and small families all entered this secret realm at some point, just to help them.

    Feng Ci took a deep breath and looked up at 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."

     The body in Feng Ci's arms suddenly shook and almost fell down.

    Feng Ci quickly stabilized the person and carefully released Pei Qianyue's hand holding the chain.

    The surrounding monks also disconnected the spells one after another.

    Someone asked tentatively: "...finished?"

    Another excited shout answered.

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

    The crowd finally burst into cheers of joy.

    But Feng Ci ignored the noise.

    He just held up Pei Qianyue's hand distressedly.

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

    "No..." When Pei Qianyue's words came to his lips, he changed his words, "It hurts."

    "I tell you not to be stubborn." The scars left by such a powerful spiritual power, even he could not immediately remove it. Feng Ci held his hand and blew lightly, and sighed: "I hope there will be no scars."

    Pei Qianyue laughed: "No."

    "Why not, you—" Feng Ci raised his head as he spoke, but was stunned.

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

    Feng Ci looked at him silently for a while, but shook his head: "Nothing."

    Just now he saw that a light red light flashed across Pei Qianyue's eyebrows.

    It's the magic heart.