Chapter 1175 Goodbye Uncle

Afterwards, Hu Jiuer wrapped Feng Yixiu with clean gauze like a mummy. The technique can be said to be quite rough, which shows that she has never done this kind of dressing and treatment.

After everything was processed, Hu Jiu’er sat on the side of the bed with a nervous expression, obediently waiting for Feng Yixiu to wake up.


At this time, Feng Yixiu seemed to be plunged into an endless darkness, surrounded by blood-like thick black sea water, and his consciousness was very blurred.

Vaguely, Feng Yixiu seemed to see two doors in the far front, which seemed to be Sacred’s door and The Underworld’s door.

He tried to get closer, but his body didn’t listen to his commands at all, and the severe pain made him completely unconscious.

However, when he completely fell into a coma, the black sun mark behind his back became more and more illusory, and he was about to disappear completely, while the white sun mark on his chest that had disappeared for a long time was gradually becoming brighter.

Just as Feng Yixiu was completely in a coma, the door of The Underworld opened spontaneously, and a handsome man in a black robe walked out of the door of The Underworld. It was Feng Qianjue.

If you observe carefully, you can see that Feng Qianjue’s body is very illusory, as if it may dissipate at any time…

After he walked out of the door of The Underworld, he first glanced at Feng Yixiu, who was in a comatose state, and looked at the shocking wounds on Feng Yixiu’s body, his face became increasingly ugly.

But after all, he didn’t wake up Feng Yixiu in the past, but walked to Sacred’s door and knocked gently on the door.

After waiting for a while, Sacred’s door opened slowly, and Feng Qianjue strode into it.

After Feng Qianjue entered the gate of Sacred, he saw the first Holy Spirit King with his back facing him at first sight, and said solemnly: “Old friend, haven’t seen him for many years, don’t you ask me to have a drink?”

The first generation of the Holy Spirit King slowly turned around, flipped his palm, a bottle of white jade Calabash appeared in his palm, smiled and said: “Feng Qianjue, I didn’t expect you to come to see me again.”

Feng Qianjue slammed his palm toward Baiyu Calabash, and Baiyu Calabash was sucked in by him. After opening the cork, he took a swig and said coldly, “Do you think I will disappear dingy?” ”



After saying this, Feng Qianjue threw the white jade Calabash in his hands to the first generation of the Holy Spirit King.

The first generation of the Holy Spirit King steadily caught the white jade Calabash, took a sip of the wine very elegantly, and said softly: “You tried your best to give the Chaos Demon Orb to Feng’er, but you just made a wedding dress. You must be unwilling?”

Feng Qianjue’s complexion gradually turned gloomy, gritted his teeth and said: “You already knew my plan?”

The first generation of the Holy Spirit King sneered: “The Chaos Demon Orb is the treasure of the Chaos Demon Temple. If you didn’t come out in person, how could you make these monsters reappear in the world and just let a blood spirit king use…”

“Hahaha… all this is indeed my plan, as long as he falls into Devil Dao, no one in this world can stop me anymore, even if you are resurrected, it will not help!” Feng Qianjue’s expression gradually became crazy stand up.

The first generation Holy Spirit King smiled slightly and said lightly: “It’s a pity that your plan failed. This round…you lost!”

Feng Qianjue suddenly calmed down from his madness, his illusory figure gradually became more and more illusory, and he said solemnly: “The game has just begun…The one who laughs to the end will eventually be me…”

Seeing Feng Qianjue completely disappearing into the Sacred space, the first generation of the Holy Spirit King’s expression appeared a little lonely, and sighed: “After so many years, you still haven’t let go…”

I don’t know how long it took. Feng Yixiu’s injuries have almost recovered, and the shocking spider web wounds have also completely disappeared, but white marks are left, and it is obvious that there are some differences from the surrounding skin.

Feng Yixiu gradually recovered his self-awareness and swam in the direction of Sacred’s Gate and The Underworld’s Gate almost at the fastest speed, but stopped in front of two completely different doors.

Sure enough, as he expected, the disappearing gate of Sacred reappeared, but the gate of The Underworld is gradually disappearing…

Since Feng Yixiu obtained King Shura’s heart, he was able to suppress the evil thoughts of the Chaos Demon Sword and was no longer under its control.

This means that Feng Yixiu can freely transform between the Void Demon Sword and the Void Dragon Spear, but he has never tried this before.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to try, but that he doesn’t know whether the father in the gate of The Underworld will disappear like the original Holy Spirit King when he transforms into the Void Dragon Spear.

Although the probability of this is very small, Feng Yixiu still dare not try easily. After finally seeing his father, he really didn’t want to lose this relative…

For a while, he didn’t know which door to enter first. This time he didn’t enter the Spiritual Sense world on his own, but seemed to have a powerful force forcibly pulling his consciousness here, and the wind also repaired vaguely. Feel that something bad will happen.

Feng Yixiu struggled for a long time before the two doors, and finally chose to enter the door of The Underworld first. After gently pushing the door open, he did not see Feng Qianjue.

In fact, he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when he really faced it, he was still very sad. Finally saw his father again, but he didn’t even have time to say goodbye…

Just as Feng Yixiu was extremely disappointed and wanted to turn around and exit the gate of The Underworld, he saw a quaint black book in front of him at the moment he turned around.

Feng Yixiu gently took the book in his hand, and read it briefly, and found that it was the secret book of “Ghost Swordsmanship”, and said in a deep voice: “Father… is this a gift you left for me? ?”

Solemnly collected “Ghost Swordsmanship”, Feng Yixiu slowly walked out of the door of The Underworld, but the door of The Underworld behind him broke in the instant he stepped out, and finally returned to nothingness.



Feng Yixiu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the hem of his clothes. After he was in a good mood, he pushed open Sacred’s door nervously, and finally saw the back of the long-lost uncle in white.

The gloomy mood was also dispelled a lot. Although his father disappeared, the uncle in white reappeared, giving him a touch of comfort in the dark cloud.

Feng Yixiu was also stunned in an instant, looking at the stalwart figure of the early Holy Spirit King, but also a little at a loss.

The first generation of the Holy Spirit King slowly turned around, with a peaceful smile like a spring breeze on his face, and said: “What? I haven’t seen you for more than half a year, don’t you know the uncle?”

Feng Yixiu looked at the familiar and kind smile on Uncle White’s face. He couldn’t control his excitement anymore. He hugged him with excitement. The complicated mood made him cry.

Uncle Baiyi’s height is higher than Feng Yixiu. He did not immediately push Feng Yixiu away. Loving tenderness appeared in his eyes. He stroked the long hair of Feng Yixiu’s shawl and said softly: “Feng Yixiu Xiu, I know you are very sad, but life is like this, willingness and dedication are always accompanied by each other…”

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