Chapter 748 The Return of the Gods 32
The Pantheon Chain has been released, and the divine power is continuously restored. Feng Zui flicked his fingertips, and the ring on his middle finger flashed fluorescent light, and a set of red and white monk robes appeared on him.
He was endowed with both divine power and Buddha's light, and his aura was powerful and inviolable.
The group of people in the air fought together again.
He Qing moved his fingertips slightly, and used a cleaning spell to clean Quan Jiu's white clothes. Seeing that her nose tip, cheeks, and chin were all stained with dust, he handed her the kettle.
"Wipe it."
Quan Jiu poured water on her left palm, poured it on her face, and rubbed it hard a few times. When her fingertips fell to her eyebrows, she felt a soft and sticky feeling, which was different from the touch of other skin. She let go of her hand, and a flesh-colored human skin mask fell to the ground, revealing the enchanting red lotus between her eyebrows.
She was stunned for a moment, then relieved. She first soaked it in cold pond water, then touched it with dust, and then soaked it in water again. This went on for several days, and the mask's stickiness had long since lost its effectiveness.
When He Qingsui saw the red lotus between her eyebrows, his black eyes suddenly became deep and tightened, and his amber pupils appeared extremely black in the shadow of the backlight.
Quan Jiu looked at his tense jawline and pretended to be clueless: "What's wrong?"
He Qingsui indeed knew the origin of the red lotus mark on the original owner's forehead.
"……fine."
His first reaction was to look at Feng Zui. He took two steps forward and used his body to block Quan Jiu.
When Feng Zui turned around, he saw He Qingsui's tall figure and the furry little head behind him.
After just one glance, he withdrew his gaze and concentrated on the battle. His divine power had not recovered and he was seriously injured. Several ancestors of Tushan Jing were very powerful and their combined strength overwhelmed him. Some of them were determined to die and were extremely difficult to deal with.
When a long gash was opened in the chest, his palm also hit the chest of the leader of Qingyun Sect. Blood gushed out of the opponent's throat, and the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
"father!!"
Lan Xiu ran over with a pale face and helped the middle-aged man up from the ground. The pharmacist reached out to feel his pulse, his face darkened, and he slowly shook his head at Lan Xiu.
"Young Master, the Sect Master's meridians have been destroyed, and his spiritual power has dissipated. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will only be a useless person in the future."
Lan Xiu knelt on the uneven gravel ground, his eyes slightly red as he stared at the man in his arms who was vomiting blood. His voice trembled slightly:
"As long as he can save his life, Master Huang, please save him quickly..."
Huang Yaoshi said worriedly, "In a situation like this, it would be best if a doctor skilled in healing could be on hand to watch over the Sect Master to prevent him from losing too much blood and losing his spiritual energy too quickly."
Lan Xiu suddenly looked up and his eyes fell on Quan Jiu.
There is no one more suitable than the Temple Saint.
Quan Jiu walked over and squatted down, a layer of white fluorescence appeared on the palm of his hand, and he pressed it on the chest of the leader of Qingyun.
Lan Xiu stared at her gratefully, his voice choked with sobs:
"Thanks."
Quan Jiu shook his head.
Lan Xiu then noticed the monk's robes she was wearing and asked with concern:
"The monster didn't give you any trouble, did it?"
Quan Jiu: "I can't die."
Lan Xiu was concerned about his father's injury and had no desire to talk. He lowered his eyes and held his father's hand tightly.
Feng Zui had just strangled the neck of the elder of Xuannv Sect, and when he turned around, he saw Quan Jiu and Lan Xiu talking head to head, very close to each other. The young man was holding an old man he had just crippled in his arms. The backs of the boy and girl, one big and one small, were extremely harmonious.
He stared at Quan Jiu's back, his dark eyes slightly narrowed. Coincidentally, Quan Jiu turned around, his side bangs rippled in the wind, revealing his delicate and full forehead, and the lifelike red lotus...
Feng Zui's pupils suddenly shrank, and he even forgot to dodge the attack from behind. He stood there in a daze, and took a blow to his back.
The suffocating pain spread throughout his body, but he just frowned. The attacker was even more confused than him. He had no hope of a successful attack, but he didn't know why this agile monster seemed stupid and forgot to dodge.
Quan Jiu heard the sound of wind behind him and turned around to meet Feng Zui's sharp black eyes, as deep as the ocean. The red and white monk's robe he had just changed into was stained with blood, with small tears on the sleeves and chest. He rushed towards Quan Jiu with wounds all over his body, but a figure appeared before him...
He Qingsui stood in front of Quan Jiu and protected her tightly.
Feng Zui's voice was slightly cold: "Get out of the way."
He Qingsui refused to budge: "My people, you can't move."
"Your people?"
Feng Zui asked back in a strange tone, looking over his shoulder, he saw the red lotus between Quan Jiu's eyebrows, and his gaze fell on her unfamiliar face, and he felt relieved.
He sarcastically asked, "Alternative?"
He Qingsui remained indifferent.
He knew Feng Zui was testing him, so he couldn't reveal any flaws.
Feng Zui didn't even look back, his eyes were fixed on He Qingsui's face:
"Why, did you have a falling out with her?"
He Qingsui stared at him calmly for a long time. The breeze from the hills blew every word into the man's ears:
"Feng Zui, she's dead."
For the first time, Quan Jiu saw a third expression on Feng Zui's face besides indifference and sarcasm.
It was as if the human skin that had been worn for a long time and had become one with the skin was suddenly torn off, revealing his true micro-expressions. He struggled extremely in resistance, and the disguise and real expressions mixed together, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.
Feng Zui put away his momentary loss of composure and stared at He Qingsui with a cold and sharp look:
"If you want to protect her, you have to find a better reason."
As powerful as she is, even if all the immortal cultivators and gods in the world died, nothing would happen to her.
He Qingsui did not argue at the top of his lungs, but simply said:
"If she were still alive, she would never let you out."
This short sentence was like a dagger stabbing into the man's heart. Quan Jiu watched the color on his face disappear little by little, love and hate torn and entangled in his eyes. Finally, he stood there, revealing a trace of childlike confusion.
She pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable and stuffy in her chest.
Tu Shanjing had already come behind Feng Zui. Seeing that he suddenly stopped moving, a group of cultivators quietly approached and surrounded him.
"impossible……"
"impossible."
Feng Zui's tone was firm, and it was unclear whether he wanted to convince He Qingsui or himself.
It’s not that he couldn’t feel the person behind him, he just didn’t want to care. His brain split into two parts, one half clamored to believe what he said, and the other half suddenly overturned his idea.
He hadn't seen the sun for over three thousand years, and had spent countless days and nights in the bitter cold of the Black Wind Valley. He had survived solely on the belief of revenge against her, but now, he was told that the man had long been dead...
Dead.
He tried to pull a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but failed.
She was done with it all, it would have been so easy to die, but who was he going to take revenge on for the three thousand years of hatred he had endured?
The ball of light in Tu Shanjing's hand had already taken shape. The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with murderous intent as he quietly approached...
Seeing that Feng Zui was about to be hit, Quan Jiu couldn't help but step forward to warn him.
"careful!"
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