A thought of gods and demons
The assassin with a wooden expression suddenly moved.
"elder brother!!"
The young man trapped in the formation roared, but the man did not react at all. He just walked forward with the sword and went straight for Ren Xuan.
The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he used almost all his strength to break free from the restraints of the light array.
Mo Dong looked at him coldly, his voice filled with sarcasm and cruel patience: "Xiao Feng, why don't you listen?"
"Uncle Mo is saving your brother, why don't you understand?"
"Look—because you're disobedient, Uncle Mo no longer cares about him."
"If Uncle Mo doesn't care about him, he will die."
The long blade cut through the wind, and the murderous intent followed like a shadow. Under the cover of night, the murderous intent suddenly exploded.
With a fourth-grade foundation, Ren Xuan could only barely block one sword strike last time in the hunting ground.
Although the enemy has suffered some injuries now, the difference in their realm is like a chasm and there is no room for luck.
The sword flashed, and blood splattered on Ren Xuan's chest.
Ren Xuan's breathing became rapid and he felt oppressed to the extreme.
He can't avoid it.
If he were alone, no matter how dire the situation, he would have a hundred ways to escape. But now, with Lu Shian also here, he had no way to retreat.
Taking a step back would mean a dead end.
He could only choose the method he was least good at - facing the enemy head-on.
But before he could catch his breath, another sword came towards him - there was no way to avoid it.
It feels good to be brave for a while, but in the blink of an eye, you will end up in the crematorium. This time, you have completely capsized in the ditch. Ren Xuan even has some thoughts of giving up.
Just when he was about to give up completely and resign himself to death, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ren Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart suddenly jumped: "Shi'an! Get out of the way!"
But before he could finish his words, he was stunned - the puppet stopped.
Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slowly moved up to look at Lu Shian who was standing in front of him.
Okay... I misunderstood. I didn't come here to block his attack.
But Ren Xuan was also unable to judge what kind of magic Lu Shaoqing had pressed into the puppet's brain at this critical moment.
The only thing that is certain is that it works.
As the hand in his sleeve was withdrawn, it trembled slightly. Lu Shian realized belatedly that if he had made the wrong bet at that moment, he would have been pierced by the sword, blood splattering on the spot.
As a formation master, especially one from the Lu family, Lu Shian rarely had the opportunity to face life and death so closely. This life-threatening illusion left a lingering fear in his heart.
He exhaled softly, trying his best to keep his tone steady. "I tried it, and it's indeed a mind-controlling method. I helped him untie it."
Ren Xuan still hadn't recovered from the suffocating feeling. He swallowed hard, and after a long while, he managed to utter a dry word: "...Amazing."
Upon hearing this, Lu Shaoqing raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of pride floating between his brows, as if saying, "It's nothing special." "It may take some time for him to regain consciousness."
Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he casually praised her, but she hit the nail on the head?
Ren Xuan's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the assassin. Just as Lu Shi'an had said, the magic controlling the other party had been undone, and the young man stood motionless like a puppet with its strings cut.
Those eyes were still empty and lifeless, it was still just a puppet.
Suddenly, the puppet moved on its own, its movements were quite stiff and intermittent, like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness and took a long time to find his hands and feet.
Immediately afterwards, without any magical guidance, the puppet with a fourth-grade foundation flew out.
One after another, screams, including Yanshi's screams, came from the huge magic circle.
Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes, looking at the dimming magic circle in the distance, and said in a serious voice, "Recovering so quickly?"
Lu Shian shook his head, his expression complicated, and a hint of pity mingled in the young man's eyes. "Impossible. Besides, he's a pseudo-fourth-grade cultivator, and can't afford to waste his energy... This man is dying before he can regain consciousness."
It was as if the heart-wrenching cry of the young man in the formation was heard, and the figure that rushed into the formation was as fast as the wind.
With the power of the fourth rank, the Yanshis couldn't even catch sight of his figure. They could only vaguely glimpse a flash of light in the frenzied sword wind, which quickly passed through the bizarre formation, leaving only a vague and deadly arc.
"Master! Someone is coming to kill us!"
"It's the puppet! The puppet is out of control!"
"We...can't control him!"
"He's heading towards the center of the formation!"
The Yanshi who supported the magic circle began to fall one after another under the sword light, and Mo Dong realized that something was wrong.
A strange light appeared under his feet, and complicated talismans were slowly outlined in the air. An invisible force instantly enveloped the figure that broke through the formation.
It is a high-level magic of controlling secret secrets.
However, just outside the magic circle, Lu Shian's eyes darkened slightly, and his tone was solemn and firm: "...Wrong. He hasn't regained consciousness yet."
All techniques have their sources. No matter how high-level the forbidden technique is, it cannot control something that does not exist.
The variables suddenly appeared in the next moment.
The figure went straight towards Mo Dong. The extremely cold sword light seemed to be able to cut through everything. Amid the exclamations of the Yanshi, a green sword pierced through Mo Dong's body.
As Mo Dong was stabbed, the Yanshi who were originally maintaining the magic circle gave up their positions in the formation and rushed towards the direction of the puppet like crazy.
No fourth-grade master could deal with the newcomers. Even Ren Xuan couldn't handle this group of Yanshi.
No one could deal with the newcomer, but the group of Yanshi still surrounded him like moths to a flame.
Under the brutal attack, the puppet finally slowed down. The puppet had been suffering from the backlash.
The entangled Yanshi seized the opportunity, reactivated the formation, and tried to regain control of the puppet.
"We can't let Yanshi control him anymore."
There was no time for explanation. Ren Xuan drew his sword and headed straight towards the puppet.
A figure just rushed into the battle group, and the companions of the uninvited guest even began to help the puppet set up a formation.
The row of puppets began to move again, and were still moving towards the center of the formation.
At this moment, the situation was completely out of Yanshi's control.
The last Yanshi at the center of the formation fell down screaming, holding the bloody severed end of his left arm.
Runes all over the sky exploded in the air, and the entire inverse light array shattered.
Yuan Feng, covered in blood, fell heavily to the ground.
Perhaps it was because this dilapidated body could no longer wield a sword. The sword in the puppet's hand slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground with a barely audible tremor.
The puppet knelt down stiffly, trying to support and hug the boy who fell to the ground.
From beginning to end, the young man's eyes were gray and dim, and the two words he uttered mechanically had no tone or ups and downs, but it seemed more like something engraved in his bones and blood.
"...Xiao-Feng."
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Yuan Feng took a deep breath, and the things that had just been extracted were gathering back into his body in a disorderly manner.
He can kill those Yanshi, and he can kill everyone here with just a flick of his finger.
But he didn't want to do anything - his brother was finally willing to pay attention to him.
The moment the young man embraced him, Yuan Feng felt pain all over his body.
There was a familiar scent in my nostrils, which was reassuring despite the blood and dust.
The young boy huddled in his brother's arms. He felt extremely aggrieved and his throat was choked.
Finally, he burst into tears like a child seeking comfort.
"Brother...I'm in pain...my whole body hurts..."
"They all lied to me... Even Uncle Mo wanted to kill me..."
"They all bullied me..."
"It's all because brother doesn't want Xiao Feng anymore..."
Yuan Feng cried for a long time, but his brother never called him again.
Yuan Feng clutched his brother's sleeves tightly with his fingertips, feeling uneasy about being abandoned again, and the boy sobbed softly.
"Brother... I know I was wrong..."
"Xiao Feng promises not to kill anyone anymore..."
"...Please don't ignore Xiao Feng..."
"Can you please take Xiao Feng home?"
But his brother remained silent, no response, no sigh, no reply.
He doesn't want it.
The young man in the center of the magic circle paused, and in an instant he appeared in front of Lu Shian.
The young man wiped his tear-stained face with his sleeve. Yuan Feng looked at the man in front of him intently: "Big brother...you are ignoring me again."
The boy's voice was hoarse and filled with tears, and he begged innocently, "Can you help me one more time?"
Lu Shian lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the young man in front of him.
"It's no use."
His tone was calm, as if he was just stating a simple fact.
"His Qi Yuan is exhausted."
In the end it all ended in a sigh.
"He's going to die."
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"Brother, Amber said my little black horse was killed by a wolf. What does "death" mean?"
"Is that so? Then Xiao Feng won't be able to see it anymore."
“I don’t want to…”
"Don't cry, this is not something we ordinary people can control. Come, I'll make you a wooden one."
His brother died, and he would never see him again.
He doesn't want it.
The young man looked up at Lu Shian with confusion in his eyes: "Qi Yuan...?"
Thousands of crimson strings began to spread like a spider web under Yuan Feng's feet.
The spider thread spread to the bottom of a Yanshi. The young man turned over his palm, and a dark red cyclone suddenly swirled out. "Is this Qi Yuan?"
The Yanshi's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could struggle, he let out a shrill scream. Then, his breath stopped and there was no sound.
Yuan Feng blinked and looked up at the two people standing not far away.
His eyes still held the innocence of a teenager, as if he were asking about something trivial: "His aura is very similar to mine, can I give it to you?"
The boy thought about it and then added: "It doesn't matter if you change someone, as many people as you want."
The night wind was still and deathly silence spread.
Ren Xuan met Lu Shian's gaze and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Lu Shian was also unable to remain calm, and his palms felt slightly cold.
Soul-chasing and Essence-seeking is the first of the ten forbidden techniques. This kid can kill everyone present with just a flick of his fingertips.
What’s even more terrifying is that the answer to Yuan Feng’s question is yes.
Yuan Feng can do such an incredible thing, and the forbidden technique in Yuan Feng's hand can do it.
Between ordinary warriors, unless they sign a life contract and use secret techniques to blend their energy, it is difficult for their energy to be exchanged. The power of the living cannot be easily used by the dying.
But Yuan Feng is different.
He is like Zhuyi, able to absorb external Qi without hindrance, without interference or rejection.
If he wanted, he could extract all the energy from everyone here and try to fill it into his brother's body one by one using the forbidden techniques in his hands.
It was a puppet modified by Yanshi, which could accept any energy.
There are so many people here, if he finds the one who looks most similar, his brother will survive.
Of course, it's just about surviving.
The night was dark and the silence was unsettling. Ren Xuan slowly took a step forward, deliberately slowing down his voice, making it steady and gentle.
"Xiao Feng, if you do this, you might destroy his sanity. There is always a better way to kill someone. Can we find a better way together?"
Yuan Feng's answer was ambiguous: "Big brother, you are good people, they are bad people, so Xiao Feng killed them."
The young man's eyes were clear, but beneath that innocence, there was a bloody edge hidden.
"Don't lie to me, otherwise, Xiao Feng will kill you too."
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