"Well, there's nothing we can do..." Fu sighed helplessly.
Her behavior also verified the guess of the Evil Lord with Childish Face. He sneered and quickened his speed to avoid the attack of the white ribbon.
To buy time, he only needed to avoid Fu's attacks.
However, the next second, something happened that Zhimian Xiejun could not have imagined.
The space of the entire Dao domain began to shake, and all the weapons stuck upright on the ground below seemed to be awakened by someone.
The buzzing sound resounded throughout the space, the flashes of swords and sabers began to rage, and the sky seemed to have changed color.
Inside the formation shield, Rong Jian narrowed his eyes unconsciously, his mind captivated by the sharp edges of the weapons all over the sky.
At this moment, he could not see clearly what was happening outside the formation. There was only the flying weapons and the buzzing sound.
About ten breaths later, the storm around him stopped, and only three of the nine layers of shields protecting him were left, trying their best to maintain their light.
Through the shield, Rong Jian saw that the surrounding scene had changed back to the cave they entered, and all the strange weapons and so on had disappeared.
"Squeak..."
The remaining three layers of shields surrounding him made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and then quietly disappeared.
Rong Jian quickly stood up and looked up at the sky.
Just now, the Dao Realm was in turmoil, and all the weapons rose from the ground and began to attack. These must be Fu's means of attack.
So what was the outcome? Was the Evil Lord Zhimian dead? Was Fu injured? He needed to know.
Through the chaotic smoke and dust, Rong Jian finally made out the red shadow in the sky. She was floating quietly, gradually becoming somewhat transparent...
"Fu!" Rong Jian took a big step and ran over, wanting to check on the condition of his own spirit, and then...
He watched helplessly as the adult-sized Fu's body shrank into a pocket-sized form and fell directly from the sky.
Without caring about his injuries that had not yet recovered, Rong Jian circulated his spiritual power, increased his speed, and caught Fu in his hands before she fell to the ground.
"Fu, are you okay?" Rong Jian asked nervously.
"...It's okay." Fu moved her hands weakly and pointed in a direction, "Xiao Jianjian, over there."
Rong Jian looked as he was told, and saw the young-faced evil king tightly bound by white silk, suspended powerlessly in the air.
The soul flickered illusoryly, as if it would disappear between heaven and earth in the next second.
Rong Jian frowned. Although he didn't understand why Fu kept him, he still stood up and walked over with Fu.
Fu sat up with the support of Rong Jian's palm, and placed her small hand on the center of the eyebrows of the young-faced evil king.
A faint light flickered, and then many scenes flashed before her eyes, finally stopping at one scene.
…
After a great battle, the exhausted Zhimian hid in a cold cave, constantly practicing martial arts to heal his wounds.
However, the sword energy left behind by the enemy in the body continued to wreak havoc, destroying the body again and again, making the already bad situation even worse.
"Bah!" Zhimian spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his expression ferocious. "Damn old bastard! I swear, when my injuries heal, I will slaughter the entire Broad Sword Sect!"
He closed his eyes and gathered all the strength in his body to fight against the remaining sword energy, trying to drive it away.
But suddenly, bursts of ghost energy erupted without warning as the master was seriously injured.
"... Evil ways! Give me back my life!"
"Evil Dao, go die, die..."
"Hahahaha, you evil one, you have come to this day too, hahaha..."
The wronged souls who had been tortured to death by Zhimian all appeared. Each of them was a vicious ghost who wanted to take his life!
A look of fear flashed across Zhimian's young face. He struggled to practice his skills, trying to regain control of these bastard souls who suddenly rebelled against their master.
But I found that it was in vain.
Tens of thousands of wronged souls screamed wildly and attacked their former masters, biting, scratching, and going crazy.
Zhimian never thought that after he finally won the battle with the leader of the Broadsword Sect and escaped capture with his life, he would die here... from the backlash of the ghost he controlled.
But he was helpless. The terrifying sword energy within his body, the backlash of countless wronged souls, the rioting power...
Zhimian felt desperate, yet very unwilling.
How could he die here? Just like that, without anyone knowing?
Even if he, the dignified Evil King, dies, he should take millions of lives with him to be buried with him, only then would he be worthy of his own death...
But suddenly, Zhimian heard a question, as if it was in her ear, and as if it was in the sky.
"Qin Zhuoyun, do you want to live?"
Qin Zhuoyun, who is that? Zhimian was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that before he embarked on the path of cultivation, he seemed to be called this name.
Later on... everyone called him Zhimian and Xiedao, and even he himself gradually forgot his original name.
Yes, he is Zhimian, and also Qin Zhuoyun!
“…I want to live, I want to live!”
The urgency that surged from the bottom of his heart occupied Zhimian's entire mind. He used up his last bit of strength and spoke.
He heard a chuckle, and then a terrifying bug rushed into his mind.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
It hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!
His entire soul was torn open, and the unknown insects rushed into his soul, and the sound of ghosts rang out.
Suddenly, Zhimian understood something.
The insect was called Ghost Gu and it lived in his soul.
The ghost Gu is just a sub-Gu, controlled by the mother Gu. It can be used for communication, but it can also take his life anytime and anywhere.
From then on, he had a master...
"Very good, then the first thing is to find a body..."
Zhimian struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the person who was speaking.
It was a man in purple clothes, a smile on his lips, and on his clothes were painted unknown vines...
Zhimian finally couldn't bear the soul-shaking pain anymore and lost consciousness.
…
"Fu? Fu, how are you?"
Seeing his own spirit in a daze, Rong Jian asked nervously.
Fu gradually came back to her senses and slowly withdrew her little hand.
Almost at the same time, the black soul in front of him began to collapse.
Zhimian looked at the boy and Fu in front of her, her lips moved, wanting to say something, but she couldn't speak.
"Oh...cough..."
He lowered his gaze with some difficulty to Fu's collar, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Then, the soul turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.
"I'm fine." Fu turned around and smiled gently at the boy, "It's just that I may need to sleep for a while..."
Before he finished speaking, the small figure gradually faded away, turned into a stream of light, and flew into the bronze mirror in Rong Jian's arms.
A while, how long is that? Rong Jian pursed his lips and suddenly fell silent.
I always feel like it will take a very, very long time...
"boom!"
The cave entrance, which was not narrow to begin with, was blasted open, and all the people from Yantian Sect appeared together, rushing over with nervous expressions.
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