Chapter 767 The Return of the Gods 51

The man's eyes were filled with coldness, and red spider-like bloodshot filled the whites of his eyes. When he saw Quan Jiu, his expression was unmoved and his tone was indifferent.

"Go away."

Quan Jiu twitched in pain and moved closer to Feng Zui. With every step he took, he cursed the cultivators who had angered Feng Zui in his heart.

This big Buddha finally kept quiet among the elves for a while, but these guys thought their lives were too long and insisted on sending themselves to be cannon fodder.

Not only was Feng Zui injured, but she also suffered as a result.

Under Feng Zui's cold gaze, she walked over quietly, but did not make any move. She just stood in the sea of ​​thunder and accompanied him quietly.

Feng Zui pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and his crazy brain had a moment of clarity.

He thought she would stop him.

Just like this group of immortal cultivators.

Quan Jiu felt uncomfortable all over. She spat out a mouthful of blood after saying a word. She raised her sleeve and wiped the corner of her mouth carelessly:

"Do you feel better?"

She could feel that after breaking the seal of the Black Wind Valley, he had been in a state where he could explode at any time.

Ajiu's death, more than 3,500 hatreds, and the hidden love that was strangled before it even sprouted... Each of these things became a huge mountain weighing on his heart. He appeared to be indifferent on the surface, but if he really didn't care, he wouldn't have stayed in the elf tribe forever.

The aggressive pressure from the major sects today was just a fuse, giving him a reason to vent his emotions openly.

Quan Jiu: "He Qingsui is not a pushover. He's not taking action now because you haven't touched his bottom line yet."

To put it bluntly, Feng Zui hasn't killed enough people.

No matter how much of a scoundrel He Qingsui is, he will never allow Feng Zui to kill all the immortal sects. It is rare for the six realms to have a balance. The immortal world is declining, and demons and monsters will definitely wait for an opportunity to strike. When that happens, ordinary humans on the Cangkong Continent will face another catastrophe.

Feng Zui looked at her with a strange look in his eyes: "Are you saying bad things about him?"

Isn’t she the Saint of the Temple?

He Qingsui favored her and saved her time and time again, but now from the sound of her voice, she stood against He Qingsui?

Quan Jiu: "It's not a bad thing, it's just the truth."

She had no choice.

The system naturally tied her and Fengzui together.

“Tsk.”

When he encountered something interesting, the evil spirit on Feng Zui's body faded a lot, the originally restless sea of ​​thunder slowed down, and the roaring sound also became smaller.

He looked at Quan Jiu, then looked down at He Qingsui who had come all the way to chase him, and suddenly he felt that the entire world of immortal cultivation was a joke.

Boring.

He stopped.

Tu Shanjing and others in the distance were shocked. Instead of relaxing, they treated it as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

"What the hell is he planning?!"

No one believed that this god of death had suddenly changed his nature.

He Qingsui, who was standing beside Yu Wan, frowned slightly, and was sensitive enough to sense something was wrong. Before he could stop it, the giant dragon in the sea of ​​thunder rolled up and flew away with Quan Jiu and Feng Zui on its back.

"Just...run away?"

I don’t know whether it was bad luck or luck, but Fengzui’s thunder power was really strong. All the dead were chopped into pieces, leaving no bloody and hideous corpses.

It was dawn, the sky was clear and colorful, and the surroundings were clean. If it weren't for the accomplices around him, no one would believe that such a brutal massacre had just taken place.

………

The giant dragon flew with the two of them for a long time before finally stopping in a thatched hut in the State of Wei.

The furniture in the thatched hut was neatly arranged, but there was no one there at the moment. I guess the owner had gone out to farm.

As soon as he landed, Quan Jiu leaned over the small wooden table and coughed violently, spitting out the blood in his throat.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, it was horrific to look at, it looked like a murder scene.

She was immersed in the smell of blood and when she turned around, she saw the culprit who made her vomit blood standing there, spitting blood out as if it were free, and was even more brutal than her.

Quan Jiu: “…”

The curse words got stuck in my throat.

Feng Zui ignored her and sat down. If it weren't for the blood that kept flowing out, he would have been as elegant and calm as a gentleman.

"Aren't you going to heal your wounds?" Quan Jiu saw that he showed no signs of treatment.

Feng Zui: "It's useless anyway."

Quan Jiu: “?!!!”

"What do you mean useless?"

She suddenly looked anxious, ignored the authority of the Great Devil, grabbed Feng Zui's wrist and took his pulse.

The next second, she was stunned.

Feng Zui's internal organs and meridians were filled with dense purple lightning. The lightning slithered through his body like little snakes, causing more wounds and making his already scarred body even worse.

Not only that, his sea of ​​consciousness was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, his spiritual platform had collapsed by more than half, and his entire body was tattered and riddled with holes. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was already dead.

"How could it be so serious?" Quan Jiu looked solemn.

Feng Zui died, and even if the mission in this plane failed, she would die too.

Feng Zui, as the person involved, had a calm and indifferent expression:

"My mother originally channeled some of the evil energy in my body into the Emperor Xie Sword in order to suppress it. However, she didn't expect that Emperor Xie and I would become one. Emperor Xie has the attribute of heavenly thunder, and I have therefore gained control of the power of thunder."

Quan Jiu showed a hint of understanding: "No wonder..."

As far as she knew, Feng Zui had never practiced lightning magic.

"Now the evil spirit and the thunder are fighting for control in my body. I can't control them."

His body is just a container. The evil spirit and the heavenly thunder both want to be the boss. Once the fight starts, they completely ignore his physical condition.

Quan Jiu suddenly realized something: "Even if the evil spirit breaks through the seal, you can still control the balance between it and the heavenly thunder, right?"

Feng Zui looked at her deeply and said, "Yeah."

Quan Jiu once again scolded this group of nosy cultivators!

If Feng Zui hadn't expended too much energy dealing with them, his body wouldn't have been out of control to this extent.

"What should we do now? Is there any way to stop the evil spirit or the thunder?"

Quan Jiu's brain was working fast.

Feng Zui shook his head indifferently.

Even if it existed before, it is gone now.

Feng Zui: "You don't have to come and save me today."

His original plan was to perish together with his fellow immortal practitioners and drag everyone with him to be buried with them.

Thinking about it now, Feng Zui felt that he was impulsive. He shouldn't have followed her just for the sake of momentary pleasure. He would die sooner or later anyway, it was just a matter of sooner or later.

Quan Jiu was anxious, but his mind and expression became calmer:

"I won't let you die. I'm going to find He Qingsui."

As one of the only two gods in the world, He Qingsui might know something?

She stood up, but Feng Zui grabbed her wrist.

"No need. Whatever he can think of, I can think of too."

"What do you mean?" Quan Jiu sensitively asked, "You have a solution, right?"

Feng Zui didn't answer directly: "When I die, remember to burn my body."

He didn't want to die and then be whipped by this group of immortal cultivators.

………Dividing line…………

Author's words: Good night, my dears!