The thin candle hidden in the secret room of the Tianshi Palace tremblingly hid for several hours. After several times of earthquakes and loud noises, the confrontation of boiling Yin Qi and spiritual power, he knew that something was wrong, so he dared not come out. . Fortunately, the enchantment of Tianshi Palace was laid by Zhong Kui himself, and after a night of turmoil, it still barely held on.
After a burst of the strongest spiritual power and the shock of the ground, everything seemed to have returned to calm, and there was no sound for a long time.
Bo Zhu was still terrified and didn't dare to go out easily. He waited for Bai Ye to come to him, but was afraid that Bai Ye would not come back, so he could only hide in the dark and wipe his tears secretly.
I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it is almost dawn, and the Ghost Festival is coming to an end, he guessed. There was movement at the entrance of the secret room, his eyes lit up, he jumped up from the ground, and ran over joyfully.
The door of the secret room was opened, and there was a person standing at the door with the backlight, dressed in black, and his face could not be seen clearly. His figure was too tall and strong, almost cutting the light from outside into two uneven beams.
Bo Zhu's heart tightened, and he took a step back in horror, that was not Master Bai, it was...
"Come out." Fan Wuxi ordered briefly.
"... Master Hei." From the very beginning, Bo Zhu hated this outsider who was picked up by a celestial master halfway. Now Bo Zhu understands that he is not mistaken about his belongings.
Bo Zhu huddled in the corner and dared not move even more, and said in a crying voice, "Where is Master Bai, what have you done to Master Bai?"
"Come out when we meet him." Fan Wuxi said coldly and impatiently.
Bo Zhu hesitated for a moment, he was worried about Jie Bian and knew that he had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to go out.
Fan Wuxi grabbed him by the collar and picked him up like a cat or dog.
Bo Zhu was so frightened that his eyes widened and he looked at Fan Wuxi, not daring to take a breath. He still remembered the first time he met this person back then, and he was only a little taller than him by two inches. How could he be so tall and strong now, with those beautiful but sinister fox eyes hanging from the tip, and those clean-looking, self-respecting eyes? The momentum of Weihe. The person in front of him was no longer Hei Wuchang and Fan Wuxi whom he thought he knew, but—Mozun? !
Fan Wuxi spread out his palm, something got out of Bo Zhu's body and flew into his hand.
"You!" Seeing that the ice coffins of Gong Shuji and Cheng Yanzhi that Xie Bian told him to protect were taken away, Bo Zhu anxiously reached out to grab them.
Fan Wuxi glanced at the magic weapon in his palm indifferently, threw the thin candle on the ground, and walked away: "Follow me."
Bo Zhu had no choice but to follow, and he soon saw Jie Bian who was seriously injured.
"Master Bai!" Bo Zhu rushed over, Xie Bian's white clothes were already dirty, especially the blood on his chest made his eyes sore and swollen, and immediately blurred.
Xie Bian slowly opened his eyes: "Thin candle..."
"Master Bai, how are you?" Bo Zhu sat on the edge of the bed, holding Jie Bian's hand carefully. Face, also know that the injury is not serious.
"Cheng Yanzhi..." When Xie Bian saw Bo Zhu, he was the first to ask what he was most concerned about.
"It's in my hands." Fan Wuxi said coldly from the side.
Xie Bian took a deep breath, and his body became even weaker, as if every bone had been pulled away, leaving only a soft shell.
"Master Bai, have you taken the fairy medicine left by the celestial master? There is that, that pill, and..." Bo Zhu was so nervous that his tongue was fighting, and Jie Bian's weak appearance made him feel extremely sad.
Seeing Xie Bian's injury, Fan Wuzhen felt distressed and angry, thinking that this person's injury was caused to kill him, a word of sadness could no longer describe his painful situation, even if he had regained the power of his previous life, It seems that he can control everything, but in the end, the person he most wants to control is still unable to control.
Everything seems to be in an endless loop again.
Fan Wuzhen clenched his fists, resisting the urge to care, and said in a deep voice, "I've already fed him the best elixir, and also infused him with spiritual power. Go get the medicine and gauze, and then give him He changed into a clean suit."
Bo Zhu turned his head and glared at Fan Wuxi angrily: "You have already got what you want, why should you hurt him, he is so good to you."
Fan Wuxi looked down at the thin candle, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Do as I say, and don't let me hear unnecessary things."
Bo Zhu's thin shoulders trembled, he sniffed, and went to get something.
After Bo Zhu left, Fan Wuxi sat by the bed, drew out his dagger, and carefully cut Jie Bian's clothes. Compared with Xie Bian's internal injuries caused by the sword energy of the eighth heaven of Zong Xuanjian, the external injuries were relatively mild, but after fighting all night, there were more than a dozen wounds, large and small. He will be extremely light-footed, but he can still see beads of sweat oozing from Xie Bian's forehead in pain.
"In the duel in the Promise Palace back then, you wanted to use this trick to die with me. What was the result?" Fan Wuxi threw the blood-stained rags to his feet one by one. They were originally as tall and clean as jade, but now Like the remaining flowers splashed into the mud, they have withered to the utmost extent.
Xie Bian looked at Fan Wuxi silently.
"Why don't you have a long memory? You will never have a chance of winning in front of me."
"So, in the previous life, did you win?" Jie Bian endured the pain and said lightly.
Fan Wuxi's gaze froze, and the movements of his hands also stopped.
Jie Bian lowered his eyes wearily.
"I didn't win, and you lost in a mess." Fan Wuxi gritted his teeth, "Do you want to repeat the same mistakes in this life?"
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't laugh, Fan Wuxi's question would actually make people laugh. Does he want to? He tried his best, so what happened
"You've already got what you want." Jie Bian asked blankly, "What else do you want to do?"
"Get what I couldn't get in my previous life." Fan Wuxi quietly watched Xie Bian.
"Now it's not a hundred years ago. There is Xu Zhinan in the world, and Jiang Qulian in the ghost world. You can no longer cover the sky with one hand."
"Then let's see if they will block my way." Fan Wuxi's fingertips slid gently between Xie Bian's white flesh, deliberately avoiding the wound, but seeing that Bian still frowned in pain His head was scratched, and his heart was also pulled. He himself was not seriously injured, and he still poured in a lot of spiritual energy for Xie Bian to heal his wounds.
At this time, Bo Zhu ran back with a washbasin and wound medicine in his hand. He said nervously: "Master Bai, + outside the Tianshi Palace..."
"Shut up." Fan Wuxi glared at Bo Zhu.
Bo Zhu bit her lower lip almost at once. He took out the medicine warmed in the water to wipe the wound for Jie Bian.
"What happened outside the Tianshi Palace?" Xie Bian struggled to get up.
Fan Wuxi pressed his shoulder with one hand: "Heal the wound first."
"What's going on outside, where is Lord Cui?" Xie Bian stared at Fan Wushi.
"It will be dawn soon." Fan Wuxi took the potion from Bo Zhu's hand, wet the cotton, and gently wiped the bloody wounds.
Xie Bian stiffened in pain.
"Cui Jue, Yeyou, Riyou and other generals of the underworld were all imprisoned by Jiang Qulian. If the five ghost emperors don't take action, the Underworld has no ability to resist Jiang Qulian."
Xie Bian grabbed Fan Wuzhen's wrist, and said sharply, "Mr. Cui..." He suffered internal and external injuries at the same time, and his face was distorted in pain.
Fan Wuxi simply tapped his acupuncture points, making him lie back on the bed: "He won't kill Mr. Cui, he still needs the book of life and death and the judge's pen."
Xie Bian was sweating coldly on his forehead. He still couldn't believe that the Underworld was defeated by Jiang Qulian. Even if several forces chose to attack and weaken the Underworld at the same time on the day of the Ghost Festival, he still couldn't. Accepting Jiang Qulian actually succeeded, he said in a deep voice, "Emperor Beiyin has never left the customs."
"I'm afraid his injury won't heal after a thousand years." Fan Wuxi snorted coldly. After wiping it patiently, he sprinkled the powder on the wound again, and the thin candle bandaged it together with him.
Jie Bian's body trembled slightly, he felt that everything was burning, he couldn't even raise his head to face the thin candle, when he saw the thin candle, he couldn't help but think of Zhong Kui, if his master was here, he would never let the world die. The ghost world is in such a situation.
Fan Wuxi got up, looked at the magic weapon and the ice coffin in his hand: "It will be dawn soon."
It will be dawn soon, and the Fengdu barrier will become inaccessible at the moment the sun rises, and the Fengdu barrier will repair itself. If no one attacks the barrier, then the barrier will eventually be closed, although for the current For Fan Wuxi, there is no longer any obstacle to come and go from the Yin-Yang Monument, but Jiuyou at this time is no longer the Jiuyou of the underworld, and he wants to prevent Jiang Qulian from trapping him in the ghost world.
Xie Bian heard what he meant, and he wanted to exchange Cheng Yanzhi's body for a golden coffin and jade policy before dawn.
Fan Wuzhen hugged Xie Bian who had changed into clean clothes again: "Maybe I won't go back to Hades in the future."
"Master Bai!" Bo Zhu plucked up the courage to stand in front of Fan Wuxi.
Xie Bian raised his head reluctantly, touched Bozhu's hair lightly, and said with a wry smile: "Bozhu, go to reincarnate, there is no need to wait." Master, or him, may not be able to wait in the future.
Thin candle looked at him with red eyes.
Fan Wuzhen walked out of Tianshi Palace holding Xie Bian in his arms.
Jiang Qulian's Yin soldiers stood in great numbers, and the Tianshi Palace was completely surrounded.
Fan Wuxi glanced around, and his eyes finally fell on the ghost king in red: "Is this prepared for the deity?"
"If you compete with me for Yin soldiers, it's really hard to say who will win." Jiang Qulian smiled.
"The underworld doesn't have what I want anymore." Fan Wuxi stood up with his sword.
"But there is still something I want in the world." Jiang Qulian stared straight at Fan Wushi.
"I can make your soul fly away, don't talk about humanity, you will disappear in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, and never exist again." Fan Wuxi said coldly, "If you dare to touch my things."
Ting Mo flew out with a sword, and led the two of them back to the world through the Yin-Yang Monument.