pain.
It hurts a thousand times more than I expected.
What was burning was not just the blood flowing outside, but more like a force pouring out from the wound he had cut. Treating the flesh and blood underneath as the soil where the roots are, it grows frantically, almost tearing the entire palm of your hand.
"Love!" Feng Rumor was the first to react, but she couldn't get close to it.
The fire light circled Shen Wanqing into a circle, entwining her tightly.
"Oops." Ji Feichen also realized that something was wrong. He ignored the ghost in front of him. He drew his sword against a yellow talisman, trying to suppress the spirit that spread beside Shen Wanqing, and shouted, "Her power is out of control."
In the light of the fire, Shen Wanqing felt that her spiritual consciousness was gradually withdrawn from her body and arrived at a place of nothingness and softness.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of him, and countless pictures overlapped and flashed in front of him.
The woman who was pushed into the fire screaming and burned beyond recognition.
Bloody and hideous faces after being stripped of their skins.
Immediately afterwards, the surroundings vibrated violently.
Those pictures are stripped away little by little.
Shen Wanqing turned her head and saw the Painted Ghost standing not far away very clearly.
She stared at herself with resentful eyes, blood dripped from her eyes, and then turned into ashes like a cloud of smoke.
This is…
Shen Wanqing seemed to understand that if she touched someone with this power, after the spiritual power fluctuated to a certain extent, she might be able to see that person's spiritual consciousness and memory.
At this moment, Shen Wanqing felt as if the earth was shaking.
The fiery flames instantly enveloped her body, as if she was about to swallow her spiritual consciousness.
"boom"
Suddenly, a spirit cloud rushed in.
It soaked her whole body like a hot spring. The comfortable temperature and the warm current that soothed her soul made her instantly withdraw from the pain.
At the same time, the surrounding scene changed.
It was shrouded in a thick blood color and dark shadows.
Shen Wanqing turned her head and found a woman dressed as a monk standing in front of her.
Woman holding a boy.
The boy looked seven or eight years old, with black hair and red eyes, ragged clothes, anklets on his feet, and bloodstains removed from his ankles.
Even with this embarrassed appearance, the boy's expression was still calm.
It's a kind of numbness that doesn't care about life and death.
The woman led the boy forward and walked straight through Shen Wanqing's body.
… and many more.
whose memory is this
The picture in front of him flickered violently.
Many fragmentary pieces quickly poured in, overlapped, and became cluttered.
But Shen Wanqing could still vaguely recognize some plots.
The boy, who was covered in chains and scarred, was squeezed by his chin and forcefully poured a bowl of blood, pinching his face and forcing him to swallow it.
Countless chains and spells bound the boy's body, urging him to fight to the death with those ferocious demons, until he had no good flesh on his body, but he still had to stand with difficulty.
Finally, surrounded by fire, the fierce burning sword stove.
The monks, who were dressed in white robes and looked like they were righteous, all watched from the sidelines with serious expressions.
The woman continued to walk forward with the boy, and finally stopped in front of the sword stove.
"Jump down," the woman said.
The boy didn't move.
The woman suddenly grabbed his hair like crazy, and pulled him towards the sword stove: "Jump down!"
In a strange way, Shen Wanqing stretched out his hand, trying to grab the boy's arm.
But obviously, it was futile.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed, and the flames ignited in an instant.
The boy was just pushed down.
There are no superfluous expressions, no sorrow or joy, no fear or anger.
Shen Wanqing's pupils shrank slightly.
She was all too familiar with that look.
At that moment, she suddenly understood, whose memory this belongs to.
Xie Wuyan.
Only Xie Wuyan would show such an expression in front of death.
But why can she see his spirituality
The eyes were shrouded in darkness.
Before she could think about it, Shen Wanqing felt that her spiritual consciousness was being pulled back into her body.
What followed was a deep exhaustion that completely engulfed consciousness.
"Love!"
Ji Feichen strode forward, clasped Shen Wanqing's shoulders, and then slowly squatted down, letting her lean against his arms.
Looking at Shen Wanqing, who was unconscious, he frowned, but he still didn't forget to raise his head and thank Xie Wuyan: "Thank you so much, son." Then he hesitated, "Your hand..."
Xie Wuyan glanced at his right hand that was scorched into blood, raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."
Just now, Shen Wanqing didn't know why his spiritual power was out of control. Even if Ji Feichen exerted all his strength, he could barely suppress it by less than one-third.
The group of spirit fire was burning vigorously, and if it continued like this, I am afraid that her body would be completely burnt.
When there was no other way, Xie Wuyan took the sword and approached the fire.
Then he stretched out his hand, went straight through the entanglement of the spirit fire, grabbed Shen Wanqing's wrist, clasped her bloody palm, and passed his spirit cloud over.
In this way, the force that almost burst her body was suppressed.
Xie Wuyan didn't care about these injuries.
He has experienced more pain than this before. His physique is special, and after his flesh and blood is destroyed, he will recover more quickly than others.
The only thing he cares about is-
Xie Wuyan turned his head, looked at Ji Feichen's shoulder, closed his eyes tightly, with a painful expression on his face.
Blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, and a beautiful little face was pale and pale at the moment.
The technique of burning blood.
This kind of secret technique is rarely known, and for so long, few people have possessed this ability.
Others don't know, but Xie Wuyan understands it best.
It looked like it was burning blood.
In fact, it is the soul of a monk.
This is a very terrifying power. The more severely injured and the more life is in danger, the more this power can be used to the extreme.
Shen Wanqing was obviously ignorant of these.
Otherwise, he wouldn't rashly use such a secret technique when he couldn't master it.
But she did this to cover up her identity for herself.
Why
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When Shen Wanqing, who had just woken up from a coma, heard such a voice coming out of her head, she was so angry that she wanted to jump up and grab the system's neck and die with it.
This is a typical contemporary unscrupulous boss.
Your employees are all lying on the bed and taking oxygen, and they have not forgotten to urge her to complete the KPI.
Shen Wanqing took a breath, gritted her teeth, and opened her eyes with difficulty.
She tried to get up, but found that her body was even more filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't move.
"Be careful." Ji Feichen, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, woke up when he heard the sound, and immediately stretched out his hand to support Shen Wanqing, then poured a glass of water for her and fed her, "Don't worry, the skinny ghost has been eliminated, your injury is too serious, you have to stay in Take a few days off before moving."
Shen Wanqing drank a few sips of water, and then lay down on her back.
She thought about it and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"I have to ask you," Ji Feichen asked in a warm voice, "When did you learn such a secret technique?"
"I'm not sure either." Shen Wanqing said, "I only discovered by chance that I had this ability when I was attacked by the Painted Ghost."
Ji Feichen pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and covered her with the quilt without saying a word: "Forget it, you just need to rest. Don't mention this to anyone, I will find out the reason for you."
Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows again and reminded: "But you have to promise me that if it is not necessary in the future, you must never use such power again."
Shen Wanqing nodded obediently.
In case of indecision, promise first.
During the few days when Shen Wanqing was in a coma, Ji Feichen had reached a consensus with Feng Rumor.
Although I don't know why Shen Wanqing has such a secret technique, it is obvious that it may have something to do with her life experience. However, once this kind of news is discovered by others, or the elders in the aristocratic sects, they will definitely not let her go easily.
Ji Feichen was unwilling to let his younger sister become a weapon in these sectarian families in order to maintain strength.
What's more, he didn't know at all what kind of wear and tear it would cause to her body if she continued to use such power.
Feng Ruoqing agreed with Ji Feichen on this point, and specifically told Zeng Ziyun to keep the matter tight-lipped.
"Okay," Ji Feichen stood up, "you have a good rest first, and I'll ask the cook to make you some clear porridge."
"Hey, wait-"
Seeing that someone was leaving, Shen Wanqing stood up and hurriedly stopped him.
Seeing this, Ji Feichen reluctantly sat back: "What's wrong?"
"Well... I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few days because of the ghost painting, so I want to hear what you guys said about the sealed Demon Venerable." Shen Wanqing organized the language, ready to start with him to understand the situation , "I see that the elders are all shocked. Is the Demon Venerable really so scary? What if... can we still get along well?"
Ji Feichen gave her a strange look, then shook his head: "No, it's impossible."
"why?"
"Actually, Mozun is not a pure demon cultivator, but a child born to a monk in Tiandao Palace with a demon cultivator." Ji Feichen said, "Originally, Tiandao Palace did train him with other cultivators, hoping that he could get rid of his bloodline. However, he never thought about it, but he is a problem with raising tigers. Although he is still a child, his violence is difficult to control, and he almost slaughtered an entire branch of the Tiandao Palace with one person."
Shen Wanqing lowered her eyes: "Really?"
"Sorry, I know you have a simple mind." Ji Feichen stretched out his hand and patted her head, "But neither the human world nor the demon world can accommodate such a person. If you don't re-seal him, it will definitely lead to Life is charred."
After Ji Feichen left, Shen Wanqing leaned against the edge of the bed and carefully recalled what he saw, the memory related to Xie Wuyan.
Temple of Heaven.
It turned out that the monks who wore Chinese robes and watched him be pushed down the stove and drove him to fight endlessly in blood were disciples of the Heavenly Dao Palace.
In rumors, there will always be only what the communicator wants you to know.
However, it is impossible to deceive the memory after exposure to spiritual consciousness.
For Xie Wuyan, it was not a kind-hearted cultivation.
Rather, it is a murder in disguise, like a weapon full of lethality.
Force him to grow rapidly in the cruelest way.
Controlling him to slaughter the underworld demons with similar bloodlines on their bodies.
Finally, let him sacrifice himself to the sword.
From the beginning, Xie Wuyan was destined to be killed.
The reason at that time was not whether he wanted to be a great demon king who caused life to ruin, but whether he had the ability to become such a person.