The young man's tone was clear, but he put Xuanyangzi's shoulders in a normal way, an invisible deterrent came quietly, Xuanyangzi was shocked, and his body felt the fear before his brain.
"You..." Xuan Yangzi opened his mouth, only to realize that his voice was trembling. He suppressed the inexplicable fear and shouted, "Who are you!"
"You shouldn't know who I am." Feng Ci tilted his head slightly, and said leisurely, "The breath-sealing formation, right?"
Feng Ci's free hand quickly formed a seal, flipped his wrist and raised it: "Take it."
In the open space, suddenly rose a magic circle that was stronger and more pure than just now.
It's a closed formation.
Xuan Yangzi's expression changed.
The magic circle imprisoned dozens of living corpses in it instantly. Realizing the danger, the living corpses roared and slammed into the light wall of the magic circle with force, but were bounced back by the light wall, falling bloody and bloody.
This scene was terrifying, and the Lingxiaomen disciples present all raised their magic weapons and pointed at Fengci.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"How do you understand our Lingxiaomen talisman array?!"
"Let go of the door master!"
"Don't move." Feng Ci said lazily, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen to your beloved master."
He said, looking at Xuanyangzi with a smile: "Master Xuanyangzi, why not guess now, who am I?"
The breath-seal formation is one of the formations that Lingxiaomen will never pass on to the outside world. In this world, apart from Lingxiaomen disciples, the only ones who understand this spell are its creator, Qianqiu Patriarch.
"You..." Xuan Yangzi's face turned pale instantly, "Impossible... You can't..."
Feng Ci smiled, and wanted to say something more, but heard a suppressed, extremely slight cough from beside him.
The smile in his eyes narrowed slightly, he tilted his head and asked Pei Qianyue: "Uncomfortable?"
The city lord Langfeng, who was restrained by others just now, didn't panic at all. Now that he was asked this question, he lowered his head and coughed softly: "...um."
It looks a little pitiful.
Feng Ci looked at him suspiciously.
This bastard always likes to pretend to be pitiful in front of him, but Feng Ci was scared of being deceived by him, who knows if he is pretending now.
But not necessarily.
The monster prisoner talisman was originally created to deal with the monster race, and it did great harm to the monster race. What's more, the Prisoner Demon Formation is much stronger than the one in Linxiantai back then.
Thinking of this, Feng Ci grabbed Xuan Yangzi's shoulder and pushed: "Go and withdraw the formation."
Xuan Yangzi was caught off guard by him and was thrown out, but he lost his footing and rolled awkwardly on the ground a few times, before rolling to the feet of Ling Xiao Sect disciples.
The disciples of Lingxiaomen rushed to help him in a hurry.
Feng Ci ignored him.
He walked to Pei Qianyue's side, raised his palm and pressed on the opponent's vest, injecting pure spiritual power, which relieved the oppressive feeling brought by the talisman array to the spirit of the monster race.
"I know there are traps here, but I don't know how to deal with them in advance." Feng Ci blamed, "Why do you still step in?"
Pei Qianyue smiled slightly: "The master is here."
"..." Feng Ci angrily said, "I knew you did it on purpose."
Pei Qianyue's skill of showing weakness and pretending to be pitiful can be said to be very familiar.
Feng Ci smiled, too lazy to argue with him.
Someone suddenly exclaimed in the open space, it turned out that Xuan Yangzi took advantage of the unpreparedness and drew out the magic weapon to attack him on the back. Feng Ci didn't turn his head back, but before the filaments of the whisk touched him, they were restrained by an invisible force.
Feng Ci steadied Pei Qianyue before turning around slowly: "Xuan Yangzi, do you dare to attack me?"
"Why don't you dare!" The light of the fly whisk held in Xuan Yangzi's hand rose sharply, and he broke free from Fengci's restraint, "Don't think that if you cooperate with Pei Qianyue, the old man will be bluffed by you. Your breath-sealing formation Where did you learn it from, could it be that Pei Qianyue taught you?"
Feng Ci: "..."
Feng Ci: "Pfft."
After thinking about it for a long time, the author came up with such a reason
But thinking about it carefully, this guess is actually somewhat reasonable.
Although the seal formation was created by Patriarch Qianqiu, Pei Qianyue has also received all the true biography of Patriarch Qianqiu, so it is not surprising that he understands this formation.
Xuan Yangzi seemed to be convinced by his guess. With a wave of his whisk, he said solemnly: "What the old man did today was ordered by Qianqiu Patriarch. The more Pei Qian committed unrighteousness, the Patriarch deliberately did it here in the north of Xinjiang. The formation in the ancient city is precisely to clean up the gates."
"... who are you, how dare you pretend to be the patriarch!"
Feng Ci was silent for a moment and understood.
"That is to say, everything you did was ordered by Patriarch Qianqiu, and has nothing to do with you. Even if you find out that you are wrong later, it is at most a mistake of being deceived by others, and the crime is not worthy of death. Is that what you mean?" Feng Ci praised Nodded, "Pick yourself clean enough, Master Xuanyangzi."
"Then turn your own disciples into living corpses, tamper with the Lingxu Cave Formation, and trick innocent Langfeng City disciples into the secret realm to be sacrifices for your conspiracy... Are these things also ordered by Patriarch Qianqiu?"
"Also, you said that Patriarch Qianqiu wanted to clean up the house and get rid of Pei Qianyue..."
Feng Ci paused, glanced at Pei Qianyue, and continued: "If the Patriarch Qianqiu you are talking about really wants to get rid of Pei Qianyue and hurry up, why didn't you tell you about my existence, why didn't you tell you to guard against me in advance? "
As soon as he said this, not only Xuan Yangzi was stunned, but even Pei Qianyue raised his head.
The physical puppet only obeys the order of heaven, and naturally it does not really want to avenge Xuan Yangzi when he does these things.
It was nothing more than trying to delay time and trap Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue.
But even if this is the case, he can tell about the existence of Fengci, at least Xuanyangzi will not be able to face him unsuspectingly, resulting in the current situation.
There is only one answer.
Perhaps the physical puppet... didn't want Pei Qianyue's life to be harmed.
Even if it does not understand human emotions, even if there is only an empty shell that obeys orders, it is still Feng Ci after all. It possesses the memory of Fengci, and can be in touch with the spirit. Apart from obeying instructions, it also has the instincts left by the body and the spirit.
It can slaughter people without blinking an eye. In its eyes, there is no difference between thousands of creatures in this world, and everything can be discarded.
Only the existence of Pei Qianyue is higher than others.
There was a cool touch from the fingertips, and it was Pei Qianyue who gently hooked his fingers. Feng Ci turned his head to look over, Pei Qianyue lowered his head slightly, his lips curved slightly.
I'm going to die with pride.
Feng Ci was inexplicably a little embarrassed, he coughed lightly, and looked away: "I'll talk about it later."
His eyes fell on Xuan Yangzi in front of him, and he whispered: "Wait for me."
Then, Feng Ci jumped up.
The physical body that has been completely fused with the soul does not even need to borrow the power of the magic weapon. Feng Ci raised his hand and waved a palm amidst the fluttering clothes.
boom-
The magic circle shattered.
Countless fine pieces of golden light fell like drizzle, and Feng Ci leaned over and flew over in the golden rain curtain.
Xuan Yangzi finally knew how Cai Fengci came behind him just now, because the next moment, a boy in plain white clothes appeared in front of him. Everything happened so fast, Xuan Yangzi felt that he was being choked by the throat, and the strong momentum caused his body to retreat quickly until he hit a hard wall.
No, not the walls.
The pale golden light shone on Feng Ci's face, and the young man smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Now, do you know who this seat is?"
Xuan Yangzi's throat was strangled, and he made a difficult sound: "Qian... Qianqiu..."
"Well, that's right." Feng Ci smiled and let go of his hand.
Xuan Yangzi slid down from the light wall of the breath-sealing formation and collapsed to the ground. Feng Ci was condescending and looked down at him: "Where is that 'Patriarch Qianqiu' you mentioned?"
Xuan Yangzi: "I, I don't know..."
Feng Ci looked at him coldly.
"I really don't know." Xuan Yangzi's voice trembled, "Patriarch, no, that person only asked me to help him enter the secret realm among the patrolling disciples. I really don't know where he is now."
Sure enough, things have entered a secret realm.
Xuan Yangzi didn't look like he was lying. Feng Ci withdrew his gaze and turned around: "Xuan Yangzi, the master of the Lingxiao Sect, intends to murder the leader of the Immortal League. In the name of the Patriarch of the Six Sects, I ordered that from today onwards, Abolish the position of the head of the sect, and expel the six sects. As for whether to keep you in the cultivation world... "
He raised his eyes to look forward, touched the figure in the black robe, and smiled a little: "Let's leave it to the leader of the Immortal League to decide."
Pei Qianyue also smiled slightly.
Then, he landed on one knee and replied: "Yes, I will abide by the decree of Patriarch Qianqiu."
If you talk about just now, the disciples present don't know what happened, but once Pei Qianyue said this, everything is self-evident. The disciples were startled, hesitant, and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.
Among the crowd, Lin Chang'an, who was seriously injured, pushed aside the support of those around him, walked to the front, and bowed down to Fengci first, and bowed down: "I will abide by the decree of... Qianqiu Patriarch!"
Only then did the other disciples wake up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they knelt down on the ground, saying in unison: "I respect the decree of Patriarch Qianqiu!"
The voices of the disciples echoed over the abandoned ancient city, Feng Ci smiled and stepped forward. He came to Lin Changan and helped him up: "Get up, Senior Brother Lin."
Lin Changan: "Holy One..."
Feng Ci's palm condensed a little light of spiritual power, which fell on the opponent's waist and abdomen, and the pierced wound healed quickly.
Feng Ci was about to say something, but Lin Changan suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful!"
Breeze floats behind.
At the same time, several golden chains suddenly sprang out of the breath-sealing formation. Feng Ci turned back slowly, Xuan Yangzi maintained the posture of trying to sneak attack just now, but his limbs and neck were already wrapped in golden chains.
The golden light of the magic circle was reflected in Feng Ci's eyes, and the light in his eyes was faint: "Xuan Yangzi, I gave you a chance."
The voice fell, and the chain moved.
Xuan Yangzi's body was slowly dragged back by the chains, he realized something, and began to struggle: "Qianqiu!! You can't—this old man has dedicated his life to Lingxiaomen, what have you done for Lingxiaomen?! Lingxiao The inheritance of the sect is about to die out, you would rather trust that snake demon than save us from fire and water, where there are six sects in your eyes, there are still common people!! Why do you-"
The body bumped into the light wall of the magic circle again, but this time, the center of the light wall was sunken. Xuan Yangzi's body fell into the magic circle little by little, and he heard the sound of bones rubbing and colliding behind him.
He tried his best to turn around and met a face that had become bloody.
The Taoist robe on the man was stained with blood so that he could not see its original color, and there was a jade pendant around his waist, which was tied by Xuan Yangzi himself when he was apprenticed to the master.
That is his big disciple.
"Ah-"
Xuan Yangzi's yelling stopped abruptly, and the moment the living corpses surrounded him, the light of the magic circle dimmed. It seems to be covered with an opaque shell, completely isolating the scene and all sounds inside the circle.
Deathlike silence spread in the open space accompanied by fear, Feng Ci closed his eyes and called out, "Senior Brother Lin."
Lin Chang'an quickly responded, "Yes, Holy One."
Feng Ci said: "The remaining disciples of the Lingxiao Sect all conspired against each other, you..."
Before he finished speaking, the dozen or so Lingxiaomen disciples begged for mercy.
"Patriarch Qianqiu, spare your life!"
"We all obeyed the sect master's orders, how dare we disobey as disciples!"
"We don't dare anymore, please let us live!"
Feng Ci: "..."
According to the past, the crime of treason should be eradicated, let alone the Lingxiaomen commits it again and again. He understands the truth and rhetoric, but if he really wants to do it, he still can't bear it.
He was really not very good at handling this kind of situation, Feng Ci raised his eyes to look at Pei Qianyue in the distance, who was still kneeling obediently on the spot without raising his head.
No intention of helping at all.
Feng Ci sighed silently, and said what he hadn't finished just now: "You lead the disciples of Langfeng City to detain this group of people here temporarily, and wait... until the trial is over and they leave the secret realm, and then deal with it separately. "
Lin Changan: "Obey."
After taking care of this matter, Feng Ci heaved a sigh of relief, and walked up to Pei Qianyue: "Still getting up?"
Pei Qianyue smiled and raised a hand towards Fengci.
The majestic Langfeng City Lord actually needed someone to help him get up.
Feng Ci couldn't bear the stickiness of this person looking for a sense of presence in front of him anytime and anywhere, but he didn't say anything, and smiled and gave Pei Qianyue a hand.
"What do you want to do next?" Feng Ci asked him.
Pei Qianyue asked instead: "What is the master's plan?"
"My plan is to follow your arrangement." Feng Ci looked at him quietly, "Knowing that Lingxiaomen has rebellion, but still choose Lingxu Cave as the place of trial, don't think I don't know you have other plans. Tell me , what have you done?"
Although Feng Ci had been telling Pei Qianyue not to do anything unnecessary before the retreat, but if he really did nothing, it would not be Pei Qianyue.
Feng Ci snorted coldly: "I see, if I leave the customs a few days later, this pass will be considered a waste of time."
By that time, Pei Qianyue might have tied up his body and sent him to the door of the cave where he retreated.
Pei Qianyue just smiled lightly, without refuting or explaining.
He took Feng Ci's hand: "Come with me."
Lin Chang'an had just tied up the others according to Feng Ci's instructions, when he raised his eyes and saw this scene, he quickly turned his head back stiffly.
Pei Qianyue ignored them, and led Fengci towards the city gate.
The hustle and bustle just now did not bring any changes to the dilapidated and abandoned ancient city. Pei Qianyue and Fengci stood in front of the gate of the ancient city, with the clear and bright moonlight above their heads, and the endless desert in the distance, stretching as far as the eye can see.
This is not the first time I have seen the scenery of Fengci in the Northern Saibei Desert, but the people who see the scenery are different, and the feelings are completely different.
He turned his head, Pei Qianyue's side face was clearly defined under the moonlight, Feng Ci's heart moved, and he tiptoed over to kiss him.
But before he touched it, the movement stopped again.
"Forgot." Feng Ci retracted regretfully, "I can't kiss you with this body."
Pei Qianyue moved his fingers, as if he didn't really want him to back away, but in the end reason prevailed and he endured it.
He said: "I will take back my body for my master."
Feng Ci didn't answer.
He turned his head to look forward, and sighed softly: "I didn't want to involve you in the first place."
What they are facing now is the way of heaven, no matter whether he chooses to follow the way of heaven or go against the way of heaven, the last thing Feng Ci wants is for Pei Qianyue to be involved.
He shouldn't have been involved in these things.
"It's too late." Pei Qianyue said, "From the moment Master was involved, I couldn't be alone."
Feng Ci: "What is your plan?"
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, he raised his head to face the sky, and suddenly said: "Here we come."
Feng Ci also felt the vibration from the wind at the same time.
It was a Psylocke butterfly.
The pale golden spirit butterfly waved its wings, flew around the two of them a few times, and then flew in the same direction as when they came and went.
Feng Ci looked at the direction where the spirit butterfly left, and looked at Pei Qianyue in disbelief: "It's not going to take us to find the physical body, is it?"
Pei Qianyue said: "Yes."
"After the first day of the trial in the secret realm, the eliminated disciples cannot be automatically teleported out of the secret realm. In order to avoid accidents for the disciples stranded in the secret realm, the patrolling disciples will gather people in one place." The two of them walked through the vast desert with swords , Pei Qianyue said, "It will take us to the concentration point."
The two rode the same sword, Pei Qianyue took Feng Ci into his arms, and carefully shielded him from the wind and sand blowing in front of him.
"So, you did it to the eliminated disciples who couldn't be teleported out of the secret realm?" Feng Ci looked up at him, "You used innocent people as bait again."
Pei Qianyue: "That's right."
Feng Ci: "What do you mean?"
Pei Qianyue explained: "This plan was actually made by Xuan Yangzi. It was he who made a move in the magic circle. I just followed the trend."
"... gone?" Feng Ci was so angry that he only explained one sentence after he asked, "What else did you do, whose spirit butterfly is it, and when did you install an internal agent? Tell me quickly, or I will beat someone up. "
Pei Qianyue didn't hold back, and laughed in a low voice.
Feng Ci: "You—"
Pei Qianyue hurriedly comforted her: "Okay, let me tell you."
"It was I who proposed that the Lingxu Cave Formation be the final assessment site." Pei Qianyue said, "The Lingxu Cave Formation coexists with the heaven and the earth, and if you die in the secret realm, your body and spiritual power will be absorbed by the secret realm, and finally returned to the heaven and earth. Under such circumstances, the flesh puppets will naturally choose to clean up the disciples of the Xianmen in the secret territory."
Because that's what Heaven wants.
Feng Ci faintly felt that something was wrong, but for a moment he didn't want to understand where the weirdness came from, so he didn't interrupt and let Pei Qianyue continue talking.
"After the formation of Lingxu Cave was established, I ordered Wanfa Pavilion to build a tracking device to facilitate the trial. At the same time, Lingxiaomen also made countermeasures."
The countermeasure is to invalidate the teleportation formation in the secret territory, and turn the Lingxu Cave formation into a place that can only be entered and cannot be exited.
"Xuan Yangzi's method is really killing two birds with one stone. It can not only help the physical puppets trap the eliminated disciples, but also set a trap for me." Pei Qianyue said, "As for the internal response...you know it."
Feng Ci blinked and wanted to ask again. Just at this time, the two Yujian crossed a sand dune, and several spiritual lights flashed in the distance.
Fight.
It was an oasis in the desert.
On the oasis, hundreds of cultivation disciples were holding magical weapons, and their swords were all aimed at a certain place in front of them. Dazzling light and shadow reflected that small piece of sky as if it were daylight.
In the center of the light, a young man in white clothes stood alone, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.
"Exceeding one's own strength." He stretched out his robe, and the strong momentum swung in a circular shape, dispelling all the overwhelming spiritual light in an instant.
Those who were close were even knocked backwards by the energy.
The crowd was instantly staggered, but at the front of the crowd, there was a young man struggling to get up.
The young man cast his eyes on him and shook his head: "I already spared your life, why did you make an enemy of me...Meng Changqing."
Meng Changqing was the one who was the closest to the young man, and he was also the most seriously injured. A trace of blood slipped from the corner of his lips, and he wiped it away with his sleeve: "You slaughtered my whole sect of Tianxuanzong, if you don't avenge me, what face do I have to live in this world!"
He threw away the fly whisk in his hand, and pulled out a long sword from the spirit storage pouch at his waist.
It was he who worshiped Tianxuanzong, and never left his body with his sword.
The cold light of the sword reflected on the young man's resolute side face. Meng Changqing clenched the sword tightly in his hand and shouted: "Your death day is here today. Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"
The young man swung his sword forward, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly.
The young man watched his movements, neither dodged nor dodged, and lazily raised his hand.
Suddenly, a ray of spiritual power flew in the sky from the sky, and the moment Meng Changqing's sword energy touched the young man, he also hit him.
boom-
The young man was sent flying backwards by the spiritual power, and brought up countless yellow sands, and finally smashed a deep human-shaped bunker on the sand dunes in the distance.
Feng Ci fell to the ground slowly, looked up at the bunker, and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Senior Brother Meng, this sword is really powerful."
Meng Changqing: "..."
Pei Qianyue fell behind the two of them, and at the same time, there was the spirit butterfly who was guiding them.
The spirit butterfly flew past the crowd, and finally landed on Meng Changqing's shoulder, turning into dots of light and disappearing into the void.
"I didn't expect that." Feng Ci said with a smile, "That internal response turned out to be Brother Meng."
Feng Ci's hand was still on Meng Changqing's shoulder, and the latter dodged sideways, also avoiding his eyes: "I..."
The young man's expression was cramped, far less complacent than when he was with Feng Ci before. Seeing this, Feng Ci suppressed his smile and asked, "So, you already knew that I'm not Lu Jingming, right?"
Meng Changqing: "Yes."
Feng Ci: "When did you guess that?"
Meng Changqing glanced at him, then at Pei Qianyue beside him, and said in a low voice, "At first... Lingwu Mountain."
Feng Ci frowned.
In Lu Jingming's memory, he saw what happened in Tianxuanzong back then. The body puppet discovered that Lu Jingming's body could be used by Feng Ci at that time, but it did not take Lu Jingming's life.
Instead, he let them go and gave them the chance to go to Lingwu Mountain.
Lingwu Mountain...
Feng Ci's eyes darkened, and an idea that he didn't think much about before, and he didn't want to guess like this appeared in his mind.
"Didn't you go to Lingwu Mountain to steal treasure?" Feng Ci closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You... are to take Lu Jingming's body there."
Feng Ci's spirit returned to this world, and he would definitely go to Lingwu Mountain immediately. Therefore, they took Lu Jingming there, made him physically near death, and Feng Ci naturally entered Lu Jingming's body without any choice.
It was a sacrifice.
Sacrifice Lu Jingming's life in exchange for the survival of the orphan of Tianxuanzong.
Meng Changqing lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Feng Ci's chest rose and fell violently, and he was about to say something, but was held back by Pei Qianyue.
"It's not what you think." Pei Qianyue said calmly.
Feng Ci was taken aback.
Pei Qianyue: "Lu Jingming has been cursed."
The puppet finally found a body that fits perfectly with Feng Ci's spirit, so naturally it wouldn't just do nothing.
He put a spell on Lu Jingming that he could only survive for five days, and asked the disciples of Tianxuanzong to take Lu Jingming to Lingwu Mountain within five days. Otherwise, the remaining orphans of Tianxuanzong will be killed.
During those five days, they didn't tell Lu Jingming anything.
They depended on each other on the way to Lingwu Mountain and spent the last time with Lu Jingming.
"We..." Meng Changqing lowered his head, his voice became a little choked up, "We originally thought that there might be a way to undo the curse in Lingwu Mountain, where there is a secret book of Patriarch Qianqiu..."
But they hurried, and when they arrived at Lingwu Mountain, they couldn't even break the outermost magic circle.
Instead, they all died inside.
In the entire Tianxuanzong, there is only one Meng Changqing left.
Meng Changqing wiped his eyes vigorously with his sleeve, and pointed his long sword at the bunker in the distance: "I want revenge, I want to kill him!"
The fine sand floated in the distance, and a slender and thin hand stretched out from the sandpit.
The young man slowly got up from the sandpit. The quicksand hadn't left any trace on his robe. His white clothes were still spotless, and he walked step by step to where everyone was.
Feng Ci withdrew his gaze, put his hand on Meng Changqing's shoulder again, and persuaded: "Brother Meng, I understand your desire to take revenge with your own hands, but at this time, it's better not to be brave."
"After all... If there is something wrong with you, Lu Jingming's request before he left, I will not be able to fulfill it."
Meng Changqing was stunned: "Junior Brother Lu..."
Feng Ci smiled: "He hopes you live well."
"He still hopes..." Feng Ci turned his eyes and stared at the young man walking slowly from the sand dune, "I can end all of this."
The young man stood still not far away.
"Are you really going to stop me?" the young man asked him, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Feng Ci ignored him.
He walked forward step by step. As he walked, invisible spiritual power swirled around him, and the fine sand at his feet merged into small whirlpools.
The young man's face changed: "You are disobeying your father's order, do you know what the consequences are? You can't—"
"I can't." Feng Ci interrupted him, "Because the destiny cannot be violated, I know."
"But there is no way, at least if these younger generations call him Patriarch, I have to do something for them."
The spiritual power gathered rapidly on this oasis, and a gap was torn open in the void. Feng Ci raised his hand, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the crack, revealing a golden long sword.
Feng Ci grasped the hilt of the sword, and the hair in his robes moved without wind in the increasingly surging sword intent.
"After all, this seat is... Qianqiu Shengzun."