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The warlock family has the soul repair method, so it is not surprising that they can see Fang Suiyi.Meng Mingchao was startled for a moment, the sword in his hand fell straight down, and he turned around hastily: "Senior Brother? Where are you, Senior Brother? Senior Brother?"

There was a sound of anxiety and ecstasy, like weeping blood.

Fang Shiyi felt very sore in his heart, stood quietly in front of him, and sighed softly: "I am here."

Meng Mingchao couldn't see Fang Shiyi, and his whole body was a little crazy. He lifted the elder up, his breath was trembling: "Where is my senior brother?"

"I can only feel it a little bit," the elder pushed his hand away, pointing at Fang Shiyi with a neither salty nor pale face, "Brother Ling should be here."

Fang Shiyi bowed to him.

Meng Ming turned around, stared at the vast void, and called cautiously: "Senior brother?"

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A gust of wind swept in from the depths of the Cangshan Mountains, and the thousands of hectares of blue waves were surging, and the rustling sound was earth-shattering, as if it was Fang Shiyi's response.

Meng Mingchao smiled slightly: "Brother, wait a little longer... Soon, you will be back soon."

Fang Shiyi raised his hand, leaned over to touch his forehead, and sighed leisurely: "You..."

Half an hour later, the elder gave some instructions to the clan leader of the warlocks. Regardless of dissuasion, he waved the clansmen away and took Meng Mingchao to the secret place of the clan of warlocks—the place where the emerald trees grow and where his body is stored.

Although he couldn't see or perceive the existence of Fang Suyi, Meng Mingchao was very cautious, turning his head every three steps, looking at the place where Fang Suyi might exist, leading and guiding the road: "Brother, have you followed?"

"Brother, there is a restriction here, will the soul body hurt when it comes over? I have already removed it for you."

Elder: "..."

Cuimu is a huge tall tree that almost pierces through the sky and the ground. It has been disguised, and it is no different from other ancient trees when viewed by others.However, when you go deep underground and reach the root of the emerald wood, you can feel its vigorous vitality and almost endless, wild and wild roots.

Among the intertwined and spreading tree roots, there is an open space, and a huge formation is drawn below it.

The elder raised his chin there: "Please trouble Fang Shaoxia to go in."

"What kind of formation is this?" Meng Mingchao turned sideways, a little vigilant.

"The formation that can make your senior brother appear," the elder said indifferently, "You have recalled the dead man over and over again, and his soul body has long been different from ordinary people. Besides, before you went to sleep in the sea of ​​bitterness, you asked me for help." Through the method of repairing the soul, I am afraid that I took my own soul to replenish his soul. Humans are different from demons, and his current situation is also different from ordinary remnant souls. It may be difficult to lure him back to the body. .”

While speaking, Fang Shiyi nodded slightly, and stepped into the formation calmly.

As soon as he entered, he spent more than half a year in front of the soul without knowing the heat and cold, and he felt a slight heat.Immediately he raised his head and met Meng Mingchao's dazed eyes.

He stared straight at Fang Shiyi, his eyes turned red.

"See you?" Fang Shiyi looked down at himself, and smiled at him, "It seems to be done."

Meng Mingchao's lips moved: "Brother..."

"Yeah." After hearing what the elder said, Fang Shiyi had thought about it in his heart, and he waved to him without rushing to talk about business, "Obviously, come here."

Meng Mingchao strode to the front of the formation, wanting to touch Fang Sui's relics, but he didn't dare, as if he was timid because of his hometown.

Fang Shiyi stayed by his side all the time, but he got used to it, smiled, stretched out his hand, and Xuxu's five fingers immediately sank into the void.

They can't touch each other.

"Brother, have you already remembered?" Meng Mingchao looked at him with nostalgia.

They met thousands of years ago, and Fang Shiyi rescued him. Later, the two became mortal enemies and confidants. They went around for hundreds of years, but the time they stayed together was not long.

More often, they are parting.

Fang Suyi belongs to the human race, and the human race is more fragile and disappears more easily than monsters.

For thousands of years, the longest period of time they have been together is during the ten years at Shanhaimen, ignorant, sleeping together every night, Fang Suyi carried him on his back, and walked step by step through the dark, mossy blue stone steps.

Fang Shiyi nodded, his eyes soft.

Meng Mingchao has done too much, he can't express his gratitude, and he doesn't want to say hard work like rewarding loyal ministers.

He pursed his lips and said slowly, "I've been by your side since I woke up."

Meng Mingchao nodded cautiously.

"I heard what you said just now." Fang Shiyi was thinking about how to say it to make Meng Mingchao more accepting, "You were seriously injured, and you haven't recovered much until now. If you want to kill Xuan Mu who already has the body of a big monster, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

After a pause, he said, "I have a solution."

The elder rolled up his sleeves and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Meng Mingchao opened his eyes, staring at Fang Shiyi without blinking.

If he was in his heyday, it would be easy to kill a little Xuanmu, but like Fang Suyi, he is also riddled with holes.

A few hundred more years of cultivation might be able to restore strength, but what the human race lacks most now is time.

Xuan Mu leads the demon clan and joins forces with the demon clan, so he can make a comeback at any time.

"The Fang family guarded the boundary between humans and demons back then. Whether it was skills, forging tools or formations, they were all made for the demon clan during thousands of years of fighting," Fang Shiyi said, "For example, my saber 'stab Li', the sword spirit inside is produced by killing thousands of demons and refining one soul."

The sword spirit back then was different from the ignorant and silly little sword spirit in Wangshu Sword. Jili was a sword with a powerful evil spirit, and its lethality to the monster race was even more astonishing, even if it was a big monster. He didn't dare to resist a few swords casually.

"Now Cili has been reforged into Wangshu. It was broken when I died last time, but you have already repaired him. I saw you used your scales." Fang Shiyi said, guiltily facing Meng Ming. smiled.

Meng Mingchao couldn't laugh.

He already understood what Fang Suyi meant.

"My past few resurrections, no matter the predecessors or the descendants, have been tossed and caused a lot of trouble for the elders."

Fang Shiyi no longer looked at him, and looked over his shoulder at the elder, "Fang is ashamed. I don't have to do that kind of life-for-life thing this time. I beg the elder to mend my soul and throw me into the forging furnace. Let's merge with Wangshu Sword."

"Wang Shu needs a sword spirit."

Only with the demon-slaying sword of the sword spirit can the big demon be killed.

Meng Mingchao clenched his fists tightly, his face pale, and he remained silent.

"When I become Wangshu Sword Spirit, I will leave the rest to you, Junior Brother." Fang Shiyi closed his eyes, not daring to look at Meng Mingchao.

This is really too cruel, he tried everything possible to revive his brother, willing to become the sword spirit of a sword.

After killing the big demon that year, the sword spirit that stabbed away was on the verge of shattering and almost disappeared.

This is still the sword spirit produced by one thousand demons.

Fang Suyi is just a human race.

Meng Mingchao said with difficulty: "I can come..."

"No." Fang Shiyi said softly, "Only you can swing the Wangshu Sword and kill Xuanmu."

After saying this sentence, the whole underground was silent for a long time.

Fang Shiyi closed his eyes for a long time, feeling as if his throat was being choked by something, it was difficult to utter the words: "...I'm sorry."

The surrounding fell into complete dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Mingchao's palm was pinched with blood, dripping with blood, but he didn't realize it, looking at Fang Shiyi's handsome profile, he finally uttered a word:

"it is good."

It is your wish.

I'm here to help you achieve it.

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It will be done soon! ! ! !Not BE!