Gradually, some people seemed to realize this and knew that they were not in danger for the time being, and the panic in their hearts gradually subsided.

"Isn't that Qinghe Zhenjun Wen Shili? Isn't he dead?"

"The other person is the long-lost Fuhua Saint Shen Yu?"

"That's the thread pulling technique!"

It was not until this moment that everyone discovered that there was a magical thread as thin as a hair connecting the man's fingertips and Wen Shili on the display stand.

Ten fingers pull ten thin wires, each controlling a different part!

This made Wen Shili look less like a dead person, and his movements seemed as if he were alive.

Wen Shili was a Mahayana cultivator. He was killed that day only because there were too many people from the four major sects and he was mentally unstable. At this moment, he was turned into a ghost and became a puppet that only knew how to carry out killing orders.

Even the blade was shrouded in a layer of faint light, possessing the power to break through and kill.

Although Shen Yu has superb medical skills, his cultivation level is only at the level of Yuanying, so of course he cannot defeat him...

Who can beat him?

I'm afraid that only Yin Buqi, the most powerful person in the cultivation world today, can have a chance of winning if he fights against him.

Jiang Ziyu was trembling, but not because of fear, but because of an extremely strong sadness and anger.

His master...

Zhao Anming actually turned his master into a ghost!

Crazy...

Really crazy!

Shen Yu couldn't win the fight and could only keep hiding, but Wen Shili showed no mercy.

“Puff!”

The long sword in his hand pierced through Shen Yu's right shoulder.

The hand turned pale due to blood loss, and although Shen Yu pressed hard, his fingertips were still trembling slightly. His light pink spring shirt was soaked with blood, and the blood seeped down the cuffs to the elbows.

Shen Yu panted, smiled, and said through gritted teeth: "I really underestimated you, Zhao Anming."

While controlling Wen Shili, Zhao Anming said, "Shen Yu, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

"My father was at the Spiritual Transformation Stage and had always been in good health, but the doctors who came to see him always said that his pulse was not right. I didn't take it seriously until the day my father died. I realized something was wrong, and I followed the clues and unexpectedly discovered that you had added the twin pigs' trigger to the medicine you gave my father! You killed him!"

Shen Yu stared at him, furious and violent, the veins under his neck trembling: "He deserves to die!"

"I wanted to kill you in Qinghe Town, but you luckily survived. You told Wen Shili how to save Jiang Ziyu, so Wen Shili will definitely protect your safety. If I want to kill you, I have to find a way to kill Wen Shili first."

Zhao Anming's fingertips were also trembling, so cold, so cool. He became more and more excited as he spoke: "So, I controlled the ghost and let Jiang Ziyou know about the monument, so that they turned against each other, and used this to expose Wen Shili's crime of using the blood of 10,000 people to feed the South China Sea Mermaid Wood. Sure enough, Wen Shili died."

Jiang Ziyou held the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand, closed his eyes in pain, and murmured, "Master..."

He no longer cared. Love or hate, they were all gone. He just wanted his master to be by his side.

"But I finally got rid of Wen Shili, but you seemed to have discovered something and hid in Qingqiu. I had no choice but to self-destruct and use the Thread Pulling Technique to lure you out. You care about Shen Susu so much, you will definitely come out."

At this moment, Wen Shili swung his sword, spiritual energy surged, and he stabbed straight at Shen Yu with all his might!

Shen Yu was caught off guard and just turned his body to avoid the vital parts, but the long sword pierced through his collarbone.

The gap in strength is still too big.

A hint of fierce hatred appeared at the corners of Shen Yu's lips: "You lunatic!"

"Yes! I am crazy. You drove me crazy!"

When Shen Yu heard this, his eyes turned red and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Do you think your father is a good man?! When he followed Yin Gou to slaughter my entire family, do you know how I felt? Do you know how painful it was for me!!!"

Jiang Niannian was shocked: It turned out that the person who talked to Yin Ruoxu was Zhao Anming's father, Zhao Shang! No wonder Zhao Shang took on most of Rimu's expenses without asking for anything in return when he was alive.

Zhao Anming, a cynical young man with no cultivation, even if he had some talent, but even after ten years of cultivation, he was only a golden elixir, and there was no way he could kill Shen Yu. So he took the crooked path, step by step, painstakingly, his hands stained with blood, and fell into the abyss.

Zhao Anming was stunned for a moment, then he continued: "I was weak and sickly when I was young. The doctors said I would not live past the age of 20. My father had his reasons. He took the skin of the human body to save me."

"Hardship? Ha." Shen Yu was stabbed in the collarbone by Wen Shili's sword again. He sneered, "Everyone has their own hardships. Why does your father's hardship have to be based on the lives of others!!!"

Zhao Anming was silent for a moment, then raised his head, his eyelashes fluttering, tears welling up in his eyes: "It's time to avenge my father's murder!"

As the words came out, the long sword in Wen Shili's hand had already created a sky full of sword shadows, as powerful as thunder and wind, attacking Shen Yu directly.

Shen Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously raised the sword in his hand, but then put it down with a dead heart. He could not win.

Countless sword shadows fell, and in a flash, a black flame appeared.

Shen Yu disappeared.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi looked at each other, both with disbelief in their eyes.

This again!

What on earth did that person want to do by taking Tang Murou and Shen Yu away? !

Zhao Anming suddenly lost his color and withered like a fallen leaf.

He fell to the ground and crawled in disbelief towards the place where Shen Yu disappeared. There was a pool of blood there, but Shen Yu's body was not there.

His hands kept shaking as he groped on the ground, his hands were covered in blood, trying to find something, but there was indeed nothing.

"How could this happen...where is Shen Yu?" Zhao Anming murmured, his eyes full of bloodshot. He suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha - how could this happen, Shen Yu escaped - I still can't kill him, I still can't kill him, who is it, who saved him - hahahaha -"

He laughed and then started crying. His hoarse laughter echoed throughout the Linlang Pavilion, and he looked unrecognizable.

"Zhao Anming!"

Jiang Niannian suddenly widened her eyes and shouted in horror.

Yin Buqi said: "It seems that the Silk Pulling Technique has begun to backfire."

Zhao Anming closed his eyes, his black hair quickly turned gray, his face became old, and blood gushed out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The magic lines in their hands broke one by one, and the next second, Wen Shili and Zhao Anming both fell in the blood.

Someone said, "Hey, it can move!"

"It looks like the barrier is broken!"

"Master!" Jiang Ziyou was the first to rush out and hug Wen Shili's body, his voice choking with sobs: "Master, I'm here, I don't hate you anymore, and I won't leave. I won't go anywhere. I will just stay by your side...Master..."

Yin Buqi walked over, looked down from above, stared coldly at the ground, and asked, "Where is Yin Ci?"

At this moment, Zhao Anming was bleeding from all seven orifices, and he looked old and frail. He was so frail and out of control. He said intermittently: "His soul is broken... He can't become a ghost... He is being raised in the spirit pond of my house..."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Niannian and actually laughed.

He still remembered what he said back then: "Fairy... I said I wanted to marry you... It was real... It was not a joke... I hugged you yesterday... I was very happy..."

Jiang Niannian cried. She felt very uncomfortable: "Zhao Anming..."

Zhao Anming swallowed a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "I must be very old now... and very ugly... I have been living for so many years... First, I want to avenge my father... Second... I want to see the fairy a few more times... I am scared to death... I just can't see... I can't see..."

Zhao Anming's eyes gradually dimmed. The spirited young man in her memory turned into an old man with wrinkles all over his face and blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Zhao Anming failed to marry his fairy after all.

Don't be sad, my dears, Zhao Anming will have a good ending.

Oh, it took me a lot of tears to write this chapter.