"You still have a bright future ahead of you, why ruin yourself?"
Ji Wangquan attributed Chen Kuang's "time" method to the three-foot sword in his hand.
But actually it doesn't matter. Chen Kuang's soul is now too damaged. If he activates the "time" method himself, it will indeed hurt himself and others.
At this moment, he was indeed using the three-foot sword to take advantage of the situation.
Chen Kuang spoke calmly, looking at Ji Wangquan with deep eyes: "Do you know? You look a lot like someone."
Ji Wangquan suddenly felt uneasy.
"who?"
Chen Kuang said: "Li Hongling."
He narrated the story slowly, "Look, you all worked for Ji Chengtian, all came for the elixir of immortality, all died in defeat, and all were concerned about their futures."
"But she's concerned about her own future."
"The disciple of the Martial Saint, Canglang ranked thirteenth. She said that if she were given ten years, she would definitely inherit the title of Martial Saint and achieve unparalleled success."
"How amazing! She openly talks about herself, but in reality, she's reminding me how important she is to the Martial Saint. Don't ruin your own future."
Chen Kuang smiled and said, "But I still killed her."
"Don't I care about my future?"
Chen Kuang shook his head: "Future is indeed very important. A long time ago, someone also advised me that as long as I am willing to give up, money, fame, and status can be given to me. From then on, my life will be smooth sailing."
"And guess what I chose in the end?"
Ji Wangquan didn't want to guess because she already knew the answer.
The princess of the Great Zhou opened her eyes wide and wanted to leave immediately, but she felt unable to move her whole body, as if she was possessed by a ghost.
What...what's going on?!
Ji Wangquan was screaming in his heart, but even the precious tree did not move at all.
Her eyes rolled around in panic, and she tried her best to break free. The fear and confusion in her heart almost overflowed!
However, she soon saw a strange sight——
She saw herself!
Right in front of her, when she raised her gaze, she saw herself standing there from an upward angle.
No! Impossible!
Who is that?!
If it's her, then who is she? !
Ji Wangquan screamed silently and frantically, but she couldn't make any sound. At the same time, her vision began to be gradually shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, another person appeared in the field of vision, and it was Chen Kuang from an upward angle.
The young man lowered his head and eyes, his face just covered by shadows, revealing an expression that was half pity and half mockery.
Ji Wangquan was stunned for a moment, and finally understood what he was thinking at the moment.
She... has become her own shadow!
Before she was completely swallowed by the darkness, she saw in despair and horror that Chen Kuang was standing with his hands behind his back, and the shadow behind him suddenly appeared. It was completely different from him. He was actually an emperor wearing a twelve-tassel crown!
"Seal the soul into the shadow..."
Chen Kuang muttered to himself, looking at Ji Wangquan who was frozen in place like a statue in front of him, and felt a splitting headache and dizziness.
That...is not his ability!
It was neither a passive ability he possessed nor a magical power he had learned.
"Donor Chen, are you okay?!"
Chen Kuang slowly turned around and saw a group of people running towards him. In the front was Xiuzhu, the young monk from the Galan Temple.
And Shen Meinan was standing at the very back, holding his sword with his eyes downcast, gently stroking the hilt.
I could faintly hear the sound of teeth grinding.
Chen Kuang shuddered. Yes, the matter was temporarily over, but how was he going to explain to Shen Meinan the relationship between himself and her sister's master?
He immediately collected the things on Ji Wangquan's body, then grabbed the young monk in front of him and said, "Master Xiuzhu, I want to return to the Galan Temple. Do you have a scroll to return to the city?"
"Back to the city what?"
The little monk was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant.
"Donor, are you talking about a teleportation talisman? I do have one, but..."
Chen Kuang said in a deep voice: "It's urgent! Master Xiuzhu, please help me first!"
The little monk scratched his head and said, "Okay."
He took out a Buddhist bead and chanted, "Amitabha."
The world before Chen Kuang's eyes changed, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that his soul had finally reached its limit and he lost consciousness.
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