Chapter 214 Forced Rescue of Fu Tu
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Yama looked at Qingbao with a dark expression.
"Are you sure you want to take me down?"
Qingbao raised her judge's pen, "Ten thousand vengeful ghosts, heed my command, charge!!"
A crow flew over Qingbao's head, emitting three deafening cries of silence.
Qingbao felt a chill behind her.
I turned around.
Goodness.
Not a ghost in sight!
The entire River of Oblivion was shrouded in darkness, without a trace of black mist or a single sound...
It was as calm as if there were no ghosts here.
Qingbao's eyes immediately became clear and innocent. She ran to the King of Hell with a childlike voice and hugged his leg.
"Uncle Yama, I was afraid you were too bored, so I wanted to call on some vengeful ghosts to liven things up for you."
Yama raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How about I summon them all and wipe them out?"
The hidden vengeful spirits: ? ? ?
No, we were just playing with the kids, why should we suffer this catastrophic disaster?
Qingbao's smile vanished instantly.
"No, Uncle Yama, I still need to go down to the River of Oblivion to find Elder Gua. He's investigating the Soul-Chasing Technique, and two days have already passed. Fu Tu is about to collapse."
"I have some important things to take care of, so I'm going downstairs to check on things first. Don't you dare do anything rash."
After saying that, the little guy stepped on the black mist and flew up.
Give the King of Hell a kiss on the face.
Yama covered his face, stared wide-eyed, and seemed to be bubbling with pink bubbles.
I also want to teach her a good lesson.
But she is the king's relative.
When she came to her senses, Qingbao had already jumped into the River of Oblivion and disappeared without a trace.
The King of Hell's expression gradually returned to calm, and he summoned Wang Sheng.
"Take my warrant and summon the Yin soldiers. Tell them to be prepared and obey Qingbao's orders at any time!"
"yes!"
The battle that should have started ten thousand years ago is now being ignited by Qingbao.
The King of Hell looked somewhat excited.
Is the great grudge from ten thousand years ago finally about to be avenged?
*
Beneath the River of Oblivion.
The divination elder was distraught, his face filled with despair.
"I clearly remember seeing books that describe this technique, so why can't I find them?"
Before them, more than a thousand disciples of the divination sect were searching.
There are only over ten thousand books in the collection. It would be such a simple task for a ghost to find ten books, but he just can't find them.
"There's only one day left, what should we do, senior brother?"
"How about I sacrifice my soul to fill the void left by my senior brother? I'm not afraid of disappearing..."
"I can too!"
"I can too!"
The junior brothers and sisters who had spent every day together in the sect now looked determined.
The divination elder shook his head. "Only his own soul can save himself."
Everyone was plunged into despair once again.
Qingbao secretly watched, feeling very uncomfortable.
He left without a word.
*
world.
Fu Tu's consciousness was slowly fading away, and even these shattered soul fragments, which had turned black, were becoming transparent...
Qingbao took out the Book of Life and Death and used her cultivation to wield the Judge's Pen.
"Fu Tu, the Book of Life and Death has always only contained the names of the living. This time, I will write your name on it. You must hold on until I find your missing soul and avenge you!"
The judge's pen fell upon the Book of Life and Death.
When writing the first character of Fu Tu's name, he could write it smoothly without any difficulty.
But when the Book of Life and Death realized that this person had died a thousand years ago, it began to tremble violently and rebel.
Qingbao used her willpower to press it down firmly.
"Bibi, go!"
The judge's pen was also a divine object; with a single red dot at the tip, the character "荼" (tu) was painstakingly written.
But after writing only the grass radical, Qingbao coughed up blood and felt a pain in her chest.
Only the judge's pen knew that with each additional stroke written to forcibly prolong life, Qingbao would suffer an even greater backlash!
But there wasn't a trace of hesitation in her eyes.
“Write…” She bit her baby teeth hard, her mouth full of blood.
His young face was already wrinkled with pain.
But she still insisted.
Bibi hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat reluctant.
The Book of Life and Death is a divine object that can suppress all humans and ghosts who have not yet become gods, as well as cultivators, including Qingbao.
If Qingbao forcibly writes Fu Tu on it, not only will it suffer a backlash, but in severe cases, it may even have its divine status stripped.
“Bibi, you’ve been my good friend for ten years… You know I can’t live without you… But Futu…”
"Pfft..." The little guy spat out another mouthful of blood, and continued with difficulty, "But Fu Tu is also our partner..."
"In every life-or-death situation, he charged into battle, risking his life to protect... us..."
"This time, we're saving our comrades... so..."
So... please don't back down, okay?
Qingbao's vision gradually blurred.
If the judge's pen were a person, it would be crying.
It can sense Qingbao's pain and understand her emotions.
but--
Just as Qingbao said, Futu and the others' comrades-in-arms are partners who would risk their lives to protect them.
Qingbao can't lose any of them!
The judge stood upright at the tip of the pen, unleashing the power of a divine object.
The character "荼" was carved in its entirety onto the Book of Life and Death!
The Book of Life and Death trembled violently, and finally, as if resigned to its fate, it fell to the ground.
Qingbao fainted.
The judge's pen also fell beside Fu Tu.
Fu Tu's soul was forcibly condensed by a divine force, and his consciousness did not dissipate.
But he still did not wake up.
*
Heaven revealed.
A disciple carrying a paper crane hurriedly flew into the main hall.
"Sect Leader! These are books from our library! They are books from our Tianxian Sect's own collection!"
The paper crane transformed into a sheet of paper and flew towards Zhu Yi.
Zhu Yi glanced at it. "It is indeed. Where did it come from?"
Weren't they all burned by Qingbao?
The disciple's face turned grim. "It flew up from the mortal realm!"
Bang!
Zhu Yi's expression was cold and stern, tinged with anger:
"She didn't burn our collection of books at all; she even brought them to the human world to humiliate us, Tianxian!"
Xuan Yue was also furious, "Damn it, they even threw a piece of paper back at us, just to provoke us!"
"You know you're trying to provoke me? Then don't get angry." Zhu Yi calmed down slowly.
Xuan Yue: "Can't we do something? Tianxian has established his clan for ten thousand years, and the value of his collection of books is immeasurable. Are we just going to let them circulate among the people?"
If all the common people saw this, they would all learn to practice their sect's techniques.
After that, if mortals cultivate into immortals, how will they still be able to control mortals? What face will Tianxian have left to stand on?
“No.” Zhu Yi said, his pupils dark. “But we can’t rule out the possibility that this is Qing Bao’s way of provoking us. It’s best to be careful.”
“Send a disciple down to the mortal realm to secretly find out the location of the hidden books and retrieve them,” Zhu Yi said.
Xuan Yue nodded in agreement:
“I have a disciple named Bingdie who has always lived in the mortal realm. Qingbao must never have seen her. It would be most suitable for her to do this! I will send her a communication talisman right now!”
Zhu Yi said coldly, "Yes, this matter must be handled discreetly."
"Don't worry, she's been in the capital for so long and Qingbao hasn't found out about her. She's very low-key, and no one knows she's a cultivator!"
Xuan Yue pointed the communication talisman in her hand at the human world.
The next moment.
The communication token was back in her hands.
Can't send it?
"Brother Yi? Why can't I send my communication talisman?"
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