Chapter 324: The God-conferring Knot (Thirty-four)

Chapter 324: The God-conferring Knot (Thirty-four)

He stood up and looked up. The talismans on the ground were still shining, making the place extremely quiet, as quiet as a tomb.

There was no trace!

This murderer... didn't even leave a single spiritual fluctuation!

"But, Brother didn't..." He closed his eyes and sat in front of Fang Cheng's body. After more than ten minutes, he opened his eyes and said with certainty: "It's not a thing that came, but a person!"

"A person that Brother knows!"

"Brother never thought that the other party would kill him! So..." He pursed his lips and stroked Fang Cheng's eyes: "His expression is so shocked."

"And this person, Brother doesn't want me to avenge him at all. He doesn't want me to know who he is... That's right... That's right! Only in this way can this be the case here! He won't tell me!"

"If he died suddenly, if it was a more convenient method, the other party would never leave his body intact, and there would definitely be wounds on his body. However, there is none now. It's like... the other party is unwilling to kill him!" He smiled bitterly and looked at Fang Cheng who died with his eyes open: "Brother... you are so stupid... you thought you didn't tell me anything... Actually... everything..."

"But... no matter how stupid you are..." He choked a little in his throat, gritted his teeth, and stood up. His face was as gloomy as water, and he recalled everything in his mind.

The Dan Ling who has a photographic memory is working. He remembered the conversation with Fang Cheng when he first joined the Xingtian Corps. The other party told him that he had no relatives. Raised by Gusong Zhenren, he was exposed to the world of cultivation.

"It's a cultivator... no, a cultivator he knows. And my brother is so simple, and most of the ones he knows are cultivators in the Qingtian Palace..."

"The master has more than a dozen disciples... but I haven't heard of any one coming in this time."

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

This inference shocked him.

Gusong Zhenren? !

He? Could it be him?

Only he can make Fang Cheng die willingly!

Only he can make Fang Cheng have no resistance at all!

Only he... can send an incarnation here under the gaze of three Jindan!

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering, and he remembered the moment before entering Longsu Province when his memory was cut off. He also remembered that countless cultivators took off in the middle of the night and entered the Qingtian Palace!

"So, you carved the word 'go'... you also want to tell me that the person who kills you will not care who we are. Those who interfere with him will definitely die?" He picked up Fang Cheng's body and looked around: "Is it because of this magic array?"

"What exactly are they going to do?"

He suppressed his grief and walked towards the teleportation array holding Fang Cheng's body: "But... no matter what they are going to do, they also told me one thing..."

"They have no way to get the Demon Heart Seed Demon!"

His eyes were cold: "Otherwise, he would have taken the Demon Heart Seed Demon just now! Instead of thinking about killing the monk who can activate it!"

"Brother... wait, I will prepare a grand fireworks display to accompany you. That person... will never guess who the Demon Heart Seed Demon belongs to... In this world, except for the two old monsters at the bottom of Danxia Palace, no one can break it!"

Yes, he didn't even think of leaving!

Leaving like this is too cowardly. Since you can't do anything with the Demon Heart Seed Demon, then... I will definitely go and avenge my brother's revenge myself!

I want to see if you can get out when the fireworks explode.

If it is really you... He looked up at the dark sky, then... I, Xu Yangyi, will never be your disciple!

At an altitude of 20,000 meters, a tear silently slid down the old face of Gusong Zhenren. It fell silently on his hand.

"Gusong Daoist friend?" Anxiang Zhenren looked at Gusong Zhenren in doubt. For their realm, although the inner demons are still there, it is not as painful as just coming out of retreat. It is unlikely to be sad and depressed.

"Nothing." Gusong Zhenren smiled slightly: "I am also an old man... Thinking of my most cherished children and grandchildren still on this battlefield, I can't help but feel sad and sad."

Juling Zhenren's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Your cheap joke is too clumsy, and I will punish you with a glass of wine!"

"Okay, okay." After a moment of loss of composure, Gusong Zhenren had already picked up a glass of wine with a smile and drank it in one gulp.

But... this glass of wine is as bitter as Chinese medicine.

"Old man... did you really do it?" In his spiritual consciousness, Juling Zhenren laughed teasingly.

"Do you know... what has become of the bottom?" Master Gusong put down his wine glass, and while chatting with Master Anxiang, he said coldly: "If I had gone a step later... and there is something in the hands of the Xingtian Army, I suspect it is a relic of an ancient cultivator, and its realm... is at least above the half-step Yuanying!"

"What?!"

"You also know... that thing... is absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy and spiritual power! That magic formation, seemingly peaceful, will be on the verge of collapse in just one day!"

Master Juling was completely stunned, and it took a long time to come back: "What should I do?"

Master Gusong picked up a glass of wine expressionlessly, drank it all, and frowned: "Take action in advance..."

"Tomorrow, night, now."

"Although the Four Directions Heavenly Absolute Array cannot achieve perfect results... but... with two Jindan in charge, it can't escape."

Master Juling sighed: "It's a pity for the cultivators here..."

"Those who accomplish great things do not care about small matters!" Gusong Zhenren said fiercely: "If our speculation really happens, who can bear this responsibility! As Jindan, we have the obligation to be responsible for the cultivation world!"

"When I saw the ancient cultivator's relic below... it was my most cherished descendant on duty! I can do it! You! Are you still feeling sorry for the local cultivators?!"

His voice was obviously full of anger, or rather, with a touch of pain, a touch of guilt, and a touch of deep helplessness. After a long time, he said: "Tomorrow... tonight, no matter what... I must start!"

"Country... There is a country before there is a family. Since ancient times, everyone has died. I will leave my loyalty to history. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Juling Zhenren sneered: "You were not selected into the cultivation court. You are a diehard government fan. I will only cooperate with you this time."

Below, when Xu Yangyi came up holding Fang Cheng's body, Chu Zhaonan was already standing outside. Seeing him walk up with a gloomy face, and then feeling the breath of Fang Cheng, his expression could not help but change.

However, he said nothing, and finally patted Xu Yangyi's shoulder vigorously.

"I don't have many friends." Xu Yangyi looked up at him: "So, you'd better live well."

Chu Zhaonan was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "I thought you would never say the word friend."

"Friend Xu." As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Zhao also came over, looked at Fang Cheng's body and was stunned, and then said: "My condolences."

"Mr. Zhao, I just have something to trouble you." Xu Yangyi said, Mr. Zhao only took a look and nodded, then he waved his hand gently, and a coffin emitting a strange fragrance appeared in front of Xu Yangyi.

"I have heard that after the golden elixir, there are some magical secrets that can revive the dead." He comforted: "Perhaps, Fellow Daoist Fang can be resurrected."

"This coffin is called the Soul-Nourishing Coffin. As long as there is a trace of spiritual consciousness, it can slowly condense. It is the treasure of the Zhao family... It's a pity that it has too few uses. According to the records of the ancestors, if the soul is nurtured for a thousand years, the person can be resurrected. I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Thank you." Xu Yangyi did not refuse and put the coffin into the storage ring.

He sat in meditation in silence.

The demon's heart is planted with demons... This time, he must launch it!

Even if... his guess is true, he must know why? Why kill Fang Cheng?

There are things to do and things not to do. He is not so cold-blooded that he is indifferent to the death of his few friends.

As he said, cultivation is not to cultivate a calm mind, nor is it to cultivate ruthlessness and desire. What he wants to cultivate is a flesh and blood body, and a passionate heart! It is definitely not to cultivate into a stubborn stone!

"This is my way..." He closed his eyes and suppressed his fluctuating emotions: "I must stick to my heart."

Just when he was about to close his eyes, a thieving voice suddenly sounded in his spiritual consciousness.

"Yang Yu."

"I'm in a bad mood now." Xu Yangyi closed his eyes and said: "I don't want to joke, so just say it."

Mao Ba Er was stunned, silent for three seconds, and coughed lightly: "Something is wrong."

"It has been more than 20 hours since the reincarnation puppet fell. Have you looked outside?"

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and looked outside.

Fang Cheng was dead... He was angry, confused, and violent in his heart. He didn't have time to look at the sky. Now he looked at it, but he was stunned for several seconds.

More than one white tiger shadow was tens of thousands of meters away from them... Next to it, a spider phantom, also several thousand meters in size, roared, wrapped in green aura. The aura around it turned into a web with every vibration, dyeing the sky green and dimming the stars.

A crane phantom appeared above the White Tiger Hall. As its wings vibrated, the clouds shattered layer by layer. Feather-like white light flashed from its wings and flew down, covering the White Tiger Hall below in a rainstorm of aura.

A golden phantom of a woman in ancient costume, about one or two hundred meters in size, held a pipa in her hand. As her fingers plucked, the surrounding sky seemed to shatter. Countless black traces collapsed and reorganized around her. Among the three phantoms, she was the smallest, but her power was the greatest! With every pluck of the pipa, the light curtain of the White Tiger Hall vibrated like a water curtain.

And the White Tiger Hall... at this moment, one claw and one tail had been broken! The sky-high light curtain was still there, but there were many huge holes all over it. Rays of spiritual light shot straight into the sky from the holes, and one could even vaguely see the black smoke rising into the sky.

"The White Tiger Palace is about to fall..." Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed. He took a step forward and saw such a change. The treacherous situation on the battlefield was evident.