Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]
Chapter 104 Shen Yuan Nian Xue 15
Feng Zhiyuan threw the Soul Concentrating Lamp in his hand to the ground viciously.
All of a sudden, the person in front of him rushed forward, and under the momentum, both of them rolled on the ground.
With one hand, Fu Siqian ruthlessly strangled the wrist of the person under him, and squeezed the bone lamp tightly. With the other hand, he protected the back of Feng Zhiyuan's head, and gently laid it on the ground.
Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, only to see a pair of sinister eyes staring at him almost paranoidly.
What he heard just now made Fu Siqian's eyes red, and it seemed that blood was about to drip at this moment. He approached Feng Zhiyuan and said viciously: "Don't break it, don't leave me!"
Before Feng Zhiyuan could react, he took the bone lamp into his hands.
Feng Zhiyuan chuckled softly, and said the words with the ruthlessness of grinding teeth and sucking blood: "What qualifications do you have to say no, when you said this, do you remember the sword that stabbed me?"
He used the most vicious tone and said the most cruel words, hurting others a thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred.
The two people are like two wild beasts, biting each other fiercely, it seems that only in this way can they vent their inner hostility and resentment.
Fu Siqian was startled, but he quickly realized that his eyes were full of despair, but he curled his lips and laughed, "I owe you."
As soon as the words fell, he got up from the ground, and a golden light suddenly appeared. Fu Siqian covered the sun with one hand, and held the soul lamp with the other. He looked at Feng Zhiyuan with gentle eyes, as if a cavity of spring water had melted: "Yuan'er, baby, I You are not forced, and you are not required to make a choice."
Those titles spit out from his mouth one by one, Feng Zhiyuan had a bad premonition in his heart.
Fu Siqian threw Zheri into the air, and Zheri appeared in the air, unlike the usual length, it was much shorter. At this time, it looked more like a larger dagger. He caught the hilt of the sword with his backhand and sealed it When Zhi Yuan didn't react, he directly inserted it into his heart.
"You don't have to choose, I'll make up your mind for you...Baby, I'll pay you back the sword you received, and you can take another look at me, okay?"
Zheri began to beat crazily, the fierce sword edge devoured the blood from Fu Sigan's heart, scratching the flesh and blood near the wound like barbs.
It is obviously a natal magic weapon, but it is merciless when it hurts its master.
The red color burned Feng Zhiyuan's eyes red, and made him tremble all over. It is obvious that spiritual power cannot be used here, why did Fu Sigan summon Zheri?
Holding the hilt of the sword, Fu Sigan went a little deeper, almost piercing himself. His eyes were filled with despair, and he smiled wryly, "Feng Zhiyuan, I beg you, please take a look at me again, okay?"
Feng Zhiyuan was speechless, what he resented was not the battle of Fengyuan in his previous life, what he cared about from the beginning to the end was Fu Siqian's distrust and concealment, and what he wanted was an explanation, he never thought that Fu Siqian would do this .
In the empty cave, there was a ticking sound, the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Feng Zhiyuan rushed forward subconsciously, and snatched Zheri from Fu Siqian's hand. The rejection of Zheri caused burning pain in his palm, but he just focused on pulling out the sword from Fu Sigan's heart inch by inch as if he didn't notice it. , as if a hook had been formed on Zheri, as soon as it was pulled out, it would pull the flesh and blood, Feng Zhiyuan had to slow down.
The tearing pain at the wound made Fu Siqian grunt. He was unable to support himself standing because of too much life force absorbed by Zhe Sun, and he staggered forward.
Feng Zhiyuan's hands trembled, he didn't care about moving slowly, he quickly pulled out his sword and threw it on the ground, catching Fu Siqian who was falling towards him.
I don't know whether to say that he was born with strong spiritual strength, or should he say that Fu Siqian was able to hold on, and he did not faint even after suffering such a serious injury. His face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled from the corner of his forehead. Yuan's face.
It was an intermittent weak voice, scattered in the wind like panting: "Baby... don't cry."
Only now did Feng Zhiyuan realize that tears were running down his face, he cried and laughed, and finally only sighed and felt helpless: "You are so despicable."
Fu Siqian smiled weakly: "I've always been mean, especially to you."
If it is destined to tear each other apart, then I choose to lose both.
My body hurts, your heart hurts, even if it is sympathy, I want it.
Feng Zhiyuan used to think that he was stepping on Fu Sigan's bottom line, forcing him to retreat step by step and connive, but now he realizes that Fu Sigan is more capable than himself.
With tears in his eyes, he took out the medicine and sprinkled it on Fu Siqian's wound, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you knew about the previous life?"
"Hiss." As soon as the medicine powder touched the wound, there was a scorching tingling sensation, and Fu Siqian answered him panting, "Because... I'm afraid."
I am afraid that you will blame me, I am afraid that you will hate me, and I am afraid that you will question me like just now, but in fact, I am most afraid that you will leave me.
"Fool." Feng Zhiyuan closed his eyes forcefully, "You are you, the God of War of the North Sea is the God of War of the North Sea, Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life liked the God of War of the North Sea, and I like you in this life. I didn’t even think of you as the God of War in the North Sea who started the Battle of Fengyuan.”
You have never been just my Fu Siqian.
Fu Siqian opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, the pain in his body was gone at this moment, his mind was full of what Feng Zhiyuan said just now: "Is what you said true?"
A trembling voice knocked on the ear, full of hesitation and disbelief, but more of surprise, Fu Siqian's hand fell, and he clenched Feng Zhiyuan's collar, his voice choked: "Say it again, say it again... ..."
"Didn't I say it a long time ago, we will rest until we die." Feng Zhiyuan gave the answer with a sigh.
Fu Siqian was exhausted mentally and mentally. At this moment, he could finally close his eyelids and take a rest. His hoarse voice was filled with gentle and gentle anger: "Then you still have to drop the Soul Concentrating Lamp. How could you drop it?"
"I'm not going to fall, I just want to force you to give me an answer. You will never guess how angry I was when I saw that you didn't dare to touch me." Feng Zhiyuan laughed at himself, lowered his head and looked at Fu Siqian. I rubbed my forehead in a daze, "What's more, even if I fell, I will fall in love with you. It has never had anything to do with the soul-hunting lamp. I was born with conflicting feelings for you, even if I didn't use it for 'love'. Heart, I still can't help falling in love with you."
So, we are destined.
Fu Siqian thanked himself for his body, which was born with strong resilience. After taking the medicine, the blood on the wound stopped quickly, but it still looked a little scary.
At this moment, the emotions of both of them calmed down, and the Soul Concentrating Lamp was placed aside. Although Feng Zhiyuan felt that it didn't matter, Fu Siqian firmly opposed destroying the lamp. It was given to him by Feng Zhiyuan, and it was the most precious thing besides the name. The gift he gave was also his obsession after receiving it in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years.
Feng Zhiyuan hugged Fu Siqian and sat down on the ground, and analyzed with him what the statue said just now. In addition to mentioning the past life, there were many things worthy of deliberation in those words.
Fu Siqian's memory was not as good as Feng Zhiyuan's, and he couldn't memorize everything after listening to it once. In addition, he was injured and couldn't bother, so he leaned on Feng Zhiyuan's shoulder and listened to what Feng Zhiyuan said to the statue. Carry out detailed research.
"So our previous guess is correct. The painting on the painting is indeed the process of making a puppet. Listen to me in the previous life... Listen to the meaning of the statue, the puppet that was made is to make your body, as it is now It seems that this puppet already has a candidate."
It's... Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable!
Zhaoyuan Xianzun is not a human being, but a puppet?Fu Siqian's heart was full of turmoil. He remembered that he had bombed Yan Junxing, but he didn't get any reason why his soul would enter the body of Zhaoyuan Xianzun. Now it seems that this matter should have something to do with Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life.
Feng Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then calmly said: "But there is one thing I have been guessing all the time. The statue said that they put the puppets in the Hanchuan Stream. It was recorded in ancient books, but it didn't mention where Hanchuanjian is, and later generations only know that there is such a place, but they don't know its location."
Fu Siqian took a deep breath and said slowly, "You suspect..."
Feng Zhiyuan nodded: "Those bones are not a small number. If this place is really a cold stream, and the world is full of vicissitudes, it is not completely impossible, but if this is the case, things will be difficult."
Le Zhengcheng said that those evil spirits escaped from Broken Soul Cliff, and they might have been repaired on the bones of millions of divine soldiers. Resentment was rampant, they were numerous and difficult to deal with.
Fu Siqian understood what he meant, and promised to solve the evil thing for Le Zhengcheng before. They thought that evil spirits were ordinary evil spirits, but now they discovered that these evil spirits probably existed in ancient times. Clear, but it is conceivable that it will definitely not be easy to deal with, and it is indeed a bit tricky.
Seeing Fu Siqian's frowning and melancholy face, Feng Zhiyuan laughed and teased again: "At the bottom line, this evil is thanks to you."
Fu Siqian: "?"
"It wasn't you who started the battle of killing gods, killing all the millions of god soldiers in the Sifangtian Realm, and then throwing the corpses into the Hanchuan Stream." Feng Zhiyuan clicked his tongue, "Now eight or nine are close to ten, this evil spirit They all started from the Hanchuan River, didn’t they come from you?”
Fu Siqian: "... At that time, I just wanted to take them to be buried with me, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
Back then, the battle of killing gods was launched just to avenge Feng Zhiyuan. Fu Siqian knew that he had felt guilty in his previous life, and felt that it was people from the Sifangtian Realm who forced him to kill Feng Zhiyuan, which led to the battle of Feng Zhiyuan.
Mentioning this, Feng Zhiyuan became interested again. Before, he regretted that Fu Siqian had no memory, and many things could not be explained. The current situation is just right for Fu Siqian to answer his doubts.
"I've always been curious. After the Battle of Fengyuan, why did you do those things and guard Liuhuoyuan for 300 years? I can guess the reason for this matter. As for why you launched the Battle of Gods, I still can't think I understand, logically speaking, you should have thought that you had collected my soul, so why did you choose to bury me with Sifang Tianjing?"
Fu Siqian was about to answer when he heard Feng Zhiyuan exclaimed: "You didn't even think about being with me at the time, and you didn't like me at all either!"
If not, how could he choose death in such a desperate way?
Fu Siqian was so angry that his heart ached and his body was so tired that he couldn't control himself and raised his hand to hit him, lightly: "I don't like you, why should I use bones as candles and blood as oil to make a soul-suppressing lamp? I don't like you, Will I wait in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years? If I don’t like you, I will pull out my tendons—”
"What did you say! What do you mean by tendons?" Feng Zhiyuan interrupted him with dark eyes.
Fu Sigan looked away guiltily, and only then did he get angry, and when he didn't notice for a moment, he shook out all the hidden things.
Feng Zhiyuan laughed very lightly, but the words he said were filled with vicious intent: "Bones are used as candles, blood is used as oil, what's going on with that soul-suppressing lamp?"
Fu Siqian's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and he called out in a low voice: "Hiss, the wound hurts, Yuan'er, baby, you are so fierce, please coax me."
Feng Zhiyuan kept silent, checked the condition of his wound carefully, then lightly stroked Fu Siqian's trembling eyelids, and said almost pleadingly: "Fu Siqian, can't you keep it from me?"
He is like a wandering man who can't support himself, begging bitterly at the moment of grief, just listening to the voice makes people feel distressed and uncomfortable.
Fu Siqian opened his eyes suddenly, just at the moment when Feng Zhiyuan lowered his head to rest on his shoulder, like a kitten that was so bruised that it couldn't respond, it didn't even have the strength to lift its paws.
Fu Siqian was taken aback, he felt Feng Zhiyuan trembling slightly, this realization stunned him, and he could no longer remain indifferent, he raised his hand with great effort, patted Feng Zhiyuan's back, and sighed helplessly : "I'm not keeping it from you, I'll tell you everything you want to know, don't be sad, don't feel wronged."
A muffled voice came from his shoulder: "Really?"
"Really." Fu Siqian let out a long breath. After making the decision, he felt relaxed and no longer resisted to tell those things. "I won't hide anything from you if you want to know."
Where Fu Siqian couldn't see, Feng Zhiyuan curled his lips in an almost imperceptible way.
The big devil has a deep scheming mind, and he never just talks casually.
Feng Zhiyuan picked the most concerned question: "Then explain the battle of Feng Yuan first, why did you stab that sword without hesitation, and didn't even listen to what I said."
As he said that, a picture about the battle of Feng Yuan popped up in his mind.
It is said that the fire in the Flowing Fire Abyss comes from hell and can burn all filthy things. The magma there is not extinguished all year round, boiling and clamoring to clear all filthy things.
Feng Zhiyuan was invited to Liuhuoyuan, but when he arrived, he found that the surroundings were full of people. He was the big disciple of Wugou City, and he recognized the onlookers with a glance. They were all advanced in the world at that time. powerful.
The person who asked him to come was the North Sea God of War in the present world. Everyone knew that the two of them were good friends.
Feng Zhiyuan didn't know why he came to Liuhuoyuan, he didn't know why other people stared at him like that, he didn't even understand why his best friend stabbed him with a sword.
He hadn't finished a sentence then.
Feng Zhiyuan rubbed the center of his brows, and withdrew from the brief absence. He didn't recover many memories in the illusion before, and there was a very obvious problem, he himself couldn't fully substitute those memories.The memory flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but it didn't leave an impression in his mind. He seemed to be standing aside, watching all the things happening, and he couldn't feel the mood at that time.
I had some doubts before, but now I can explain it.
Feng Zhiyuan looked at the Soul Concentrating Lamp not far away, and he could basically guess why this phenomenon occurred. In his previous life, his relationship with Fu Siqian must have been mixed with admiration. If the "love" is completely stripped away, Just like he is now, seeing those things will only feel strange, as if something is always missing.
If you want to truly understand the mood at that time and connect everything together, you still need to get back that "love".But it's not in a hurry right now. He needs to maintain a rational mind first, so that he can make a reasonable judgment on Fu Siqian's explanation.
There is indeed another story about this matter, not about the battle of Feng Yuan, but about Fu Siqian himself, even though he confronted Yan Junxing in the sea of sharks and butterflies before, he did not tell this matter, Fu Siqian narrowed his eyes and slowly sank into the memories Li: "The battle of Fengyuan, believe it or not, I really didn't want to hurt you at that time. There was no Sifangtianjing at that time, and those people didn't know where to get the criticism made by the commanding person. The comment said that you are the fate of the evil head of the world, if you don't get rid of it as soon as possible, the mountains and rivers will be stained with blood in the future."
Feng Zhiyuan's Linglong thought was clear, and when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of surprise: "Could it be..."
Fu Siqian nodded, showing remorse on his face: "I wanted to draw the sword myself. I know your body is different from ordinary people. Even if you received a sword from me, it shouldn't be life-threatening, and then arrange a scene of suspended animation. I I planned everything, but I didn't expect you to do that, to..."
Feng Zhiyuan laughed at himself, and continued what he didn't say: "But I didn't expect that I would jump into the abyss of flowing fire."
Although he couldn't put himself in the situation and experience it, Feng Zhiyuan could almost guess the mood he would have at that time. Facing the person he admired, when the sword stabbed him, his heart would probably die.
In his previous life, he was the great disciple of Wugou City, and also the proud son of heaven. If he hadn't been defenseless, he would not have been easily injured by Fu Siqian. The reason why the sword was so accurate was not unrelated to him.
As a close friend, a person whom he admired, he could already guess how much he trusted Fu Siqian at that time. If he encountered such a thing, if he is now, he would probably choose to jump into the abyss of fire.
Since it is ruthless and ungrateful, it is better if the two do not meet each other.
Fu Siqian sighed faintly: "So what happened later, after the Battle of Fengyuan, I set up an enchantment in Liuhuoyuan, and spread the news to the outside world, saying that I was suppressing Liuhuoyuan, but in fact, I used the soul lamp to collect you. My soul, I want to revive you. Liuhuoyuan can burn everything in the world, I am not sure if I can succeed, I can only try to collect your soul first, who knows that the first class is 300 years."
Seeing that he still had the intention of concealing it, Feng Zhiyuan brought the topic back to the Soul Concentrating Lamp: "How is the Soul Concentrating Lamp made, and how it has the function of collecting spirits, and how did you in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years?" Whatever you do, tell me."
"...Understood." Xiaoxin was seen through, and Fu Siqian was a little bit dumbfounded, raised his hand to wipe the corners of Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, and teased in a warm voice, "Don't cry because of the pain after talking about Xiaobaibao."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
Go to your mother's little crying bag!
Fu Siqian took the soul-suppressing lamp on the side, and compared it to his heart: "At that time, I put it in here, using bones as candles and blood as oil, and kept it up. At that time, it was my only hope. As for the others, probably because I was born with spiritual intelligence and was favored by the heavens, I was able to successfully collect your soul."
Although he said it, he still concealed a lot, and deliberately brought up the most painful aspects, understating it as if he was discussing "how is the weather today" and "what did you eat".
Feng Zhiyuan also understood in his heart, how could it be so simple, and the hard work involved cannot be summed up by the phrase "born with intelligence and wisdom to be favored by heaven".
The Soul Concentrating Lamp is about the size of a slap, and it seems to fit right into the heart, Feng Zhiyuan feels sad for a while, if he accidentally dropped this thing by mistake just now, wouldn't it be tantamount to stabbing Fu Sigan in the heart.
Fu Siqian couldn't bear to see him like this, so he quickly took the topic elsewhere: "Is there anything else I want to know? I have liked you for a long time, much earlier than you, but I didn't understand at that time that this is liking." .”
Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
Fu Siqian nodded his head, "You are my baby, my love, my... umm."
The shameless old rascal came back again, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't listen to such words, he was easily ashamed when he heard it, what a precious little love, it burned his ears, he covered Fu Sigan's mouth, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't say it. "
Fu Siqian obeyed kindness, shut his mouth, and put the soul-suppressing lamp into Feng Zhiyuan's hand: "It's for you."
Yue Mo felt that this was not too solemn, so he added: "The bride price."
Feng Zhiyuan: "... Whose dowry gift is this thing? No, it should be your dowry!"
Fu Siqian knew very well that there was no need to fight for a moment of quick talk, and the result would be known later, so he calmly changed his words: "That is the token of love."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
It's really impossible to find such an alternative token of love in eight lifetimes.
Fu Siqian felt that his move was brilliant, and he sighed in admiration: "It happens to be your feelings for me, the feelings that I've 'saved' back, isn't it just a token of love! Baby, when do you want to absorb the Soul Lamp? The fragments of your soul, I guess that should be the missing part of your soul."
He has selfishness, a selfishness that is easy to guess, who doesn't want the person he likes to love him more?
This place is not suitable for absorbing the soul fragments in the Soul Containing Lamp, Feng Zhiyuan put away the Soul Containing Lamp, and replied: "Let's go out first and then talk, this place is too cloudy, if I turn on the Soul Containing Lamp rashly, I'm afraid of any accidents. "
After explaining, he changed the topic, and asked suddenly with a cold face: "What's the matter with your tendons pulling out?"
Fu Siqian's let go of his heart suddenly lifted up again, looking at Feng Zhiyuan's attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line, he knew that this matter had to be said.He breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to organize his words first, but he had to give up within two seconds. To organize this matter was just a matter of one sentence, and he couldn't escape it.
He took a deep breath and spit out a sentence quickly: "It was me who pulled out the tendons."
Feng Zhiyuan's face was full of indifference, and he gave a specific request: "Slow down and speak clearly."
Fu Sigan looked away guiltily, thought for a while and still didn't know how to explain it, so he sighed, "Can you summon Jiu Mie?"
Although there was a restriction in this cave before, but with a thought just now, he summoned Shading Sun. Presumably, with the shattering of the statue, the restriction in the cave disappeared.
Feng Zhiyuan was startled, something flashed across his mind, he stretched out his hand in a daze, watching the ball of blue light dance in his palm, this is... his Nine Extinctions.
Fu Siqian closed his eyes, the wound was so painful that he was almost numb, he managed to talk so much just now, but now his body was extremely tired, he only gently stretched out his hand towards the blue light.
Then the blue light jumped into Fu Siqian's hands, obediently without temper.
Feng Zhiyuan couldn't believe it. In fact, when Fu Siqian helped him integrate Xue Zhongyan into Jiu Mie, he had some doubts. Why Jiu Mie didn't reject him? It's just that he didn't take these things to heart at the time. Thinking about it now, it wasn't No trace to be found.
In the recovered memory, Jiu Mie is a magic weapon he used in his previous life, and he was born with him in this life, and has been living in his Dantian Lingfu.
Feng Zhiyuan's eyes were a little sour, he bit the flesh on his lips hard, and forced himself to calm down: "The tendons you pulled out are in Jiu Mie?"
"No." Fu Siqian tightened his hands, and the blue light slowly transformed into its original shape, a blue-gray tendon, "It should be said that Jiu Mie is the tendon I pulled out from my body. After the battle of Fengyuan, I Pull out a tendon on your wrist, and your Nine Extinguishers have disappeared into the Flowing Fire Abyss, this is what I return to you, and it is also the protection I gave you."
Feng Zhiyuan's thoughts were in a mess, but he suddenly remembered something. In the secret realm of the competition, he was lured out of his past life memories by the Guanyin phantom array. When he was almost drowning in the magma, a cyan lightning suddenly appeared. Take him to break the illusion.
So, that is actually Nine Exterminations?
Fu Siqian knew that telling this matter would definitely cause Feng Zhiyuan to feel guilty. He wanted to keep this matter in his heart all the time, but he didn't expect that he would slip up when Feng Zhiyuan questioned his liking. It made his little crying eyes turn red.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes should be shining all the time, even if they should be red, they shouldn't be red on this occasion.
Feng Zhiyuan calmed down and said in a dull voice, "Have you kept anything from me about... such a thing?"
He thought that the Soul Concentrating Lamp would be the last one, but he didn't expect that there would be Nine Extinctions.
Fu Siqian quickly denied it: "I dare not hide it from you."
Feng Zhiyuan asked the last doubt in his heart: "Then what about the battle of killing gods, why?"
"Baby, it's my selfishness, not for you." Fu Siqian smiled, "I was proud and conceited at the time, and I always felt that it was the people in Sifangtianjing who forced me to do stupid things that hurt you , so I regarded them as the executioners who killed you and wanted to avenge you. Now it seems that the battle of killing gods is just an excuse for me, an excuse I found out because of my guilt."
Fu Siqian explained all the answers to these questions one by one, but he only said a part. What he didn't say was that during those long 300 years, he guarded the raging lava of the Flowing Fire Abyss by himself, and guarded a part of it. I don't know if he can still have the obsession with his destination. In the past 300 years, he has seen the boiling magma countless times and wanted to jump in directly. The Soul Concentrating Lamp is not so much for collecting Feng Zhiyuan's spirit, as it is hanging him alive. The last hope of going down.
But he wasn't sure if he could succeed, and he didn't know if Feng Zhiyuan could come back to life, so everything he did was with the most negative and pessimistic thoughts. He tried everything that could endanger his own life, but in the end he couldn't ask for death.
Then, there was the battle of killing gods.
He is an innate spiritual wisdom favored by the heavens, he lives with the grass and trees, enjoys the luck of the world, he is the master of the North Sea, the God of War of the North Sea for all creatures in the world, he... can't die easily.
Killing millions of people with great luck, and killing all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the way of heaven will definitely not tolerate him, so he has always been determined to die in the battle of killing gods.
It was both an excuse and a relief.
On the bright side, he handed over the soul-restraining lamp to Qian Youwu, and told Qian Youwu to help revive Feng Zhiyuan. Everything seemed to be developing in a good way, but in his heart, he had long been inclined to fail. Not Feng Zhiyuan.
Therefore, the Battle of Zhushen was also a funeral he dedicated to Feng Zhiyuan.
The world forces you to persecute you, I will eliminate the world for you.
He was almost insane then.
If Feng Zhiyuan didn't come back to life, then he would drag everyone in the Sifang Heaven Realm to be buried with him. If there was a glimmer of hope that Feng Zhiyuan was really resurrected, then the battle of killing gods would be considered to have wiped out all the enemies for Feng Zhiyuan.
Even if it is the fate of the evil head, he wants no one in this world to hurt the evil head in the slightest.
After Fu Siqian finished his explanation, he fell silent. After a long time, Feng Zhiyuan smiled inexplicably: "Did those who commanded me in my previous life say that I am destined to be a disaster head? Maybe there is some truth in that, because you started the battle of killing gods and killed the entire Sifang Heaven Realm, is this considered a disaster for the world?"
He didn't do anything, and all the gods and Buddhas died because of him.
Fu Siqian seriously retorted: "You are not some kind of evil spirit, at most you are my blue face."
Huoshui looked over with raised eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes like scissors, with a smile that was not a smile at the end of the eyes: "If you put it in the script, what kind of god of war are you, you are the tyrant, and I seduced you into trouble." The monsters of the world."
It's not a ghost, every frown and smile is seductive, making people forget the pain in the body.
Fu Siqian heaved a sigh of relief, stopped looking at those seductive eyebrows, and looked down at his own wound.
Hiss, it looks serious.
Feng Zhiyuan helped him stand up, and tried to use his spiritual power. As expected, the restriction in this cave has been lifted. From this point of view, it should be left here specially by Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life, so that one day Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable will bring him back to the cave. His reincarnation came here.
Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyuan suddenly asked: "Before you were inside that puppet's body, you suddenly stabbed me twice with two swords, but the puppet's soul moved your hands?"
Fu Siqian will not hurt him, he absolutely believes in this, so this is the only possibility left.
puppet?Fu Siqian froze for a moment before realizing that it was Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable. He nodded: "It's really not me. I lost consciousness suddenly in those two times. I didn't feel it in Wanlang Pavilion. It took me a long time to wake up before I remembered what happened. What happened, during the battle between good and evil, I realized that my body was out of control."
According to what the statue said, Immortal Zhaoyuan should have given birth to his soul in Hanchuanjian. The yin energy of millions of divine soldiers nourished an extraordinary soul.
"Based on what you said, the puppet's soul should always exist in the body." Feng Zhiyuan trembled, and suddenly felt chills, "Didn't he see everything about us before?"
Fu Siqian shook his head: "I didn't notice his existence before, I think his soul came back later, otherwise he wouldn't be late in Wanlang Pavilion to make a move."
There were many chances before, after Lu Weishan's incident, Zhaoyuan Xianzun's body was not as good as before, and so was his cultivation, it was indeed too late to make a move in Wanlang Pavilion.
Feng Zhiyuan knew that he was not as good at speaking as Fu Siqian, so he didn't say anything.
The conversation about the previous life came to an end for now, Fu Siqian still needs to go out to take care of his injuries, Feng Zhiyuan supported him and let him half lean on his body.
The statue has been destroyed, and no other valuable things were found in the cave. Feng Zhiyuan picked up the sheep and packed all the trinkets that fell out of the statue's storage bracelet and stuffed them into his thoughts, including the two exquisite colored glass lamps. lamp.
Fu Sigan rested for a while to recover some strength, looked at him and smiled: "Take that painting with you, it's someone's masterpiece."
This place was left by Feng Zhiyuan in the previous life, and the painting is probably also painted by Feng Zhiyuan in the previous life.
Fu Siqian was smiling, thinking of the pile of abstract graphics, he could understand how Feng Zhiyuan understood it in such detail, co-authoring it was his masterpiece.
Hearing the words, Feng Zhiyuan took the painting away without hesitation, and he didn't hear the teasing meaning in Fu Sigan's words. He felt good about himself and was very confident in his painting skills.
That painting is obviously very good, concise and easy to understand, what is it if it is not a masterpiece?
After losing the restriction in the cave, one can use spiritual power, and it is much easier to get out.
Feng Zhiyuan held Fu Siqian in his arms, preventing him from using his spiritual power. He threw out a blue light, illuminating the top of the cave, and then jumped up.
After a few breaths, he could hear the sound coming from the entrance of the cave, Feng Zhiyuan rushed out of the crack with a burst of energy, Jiu Mie opened the way.
As soon as they reached the bottom of Duan Hun Cliff, they saw a "big ball" flying over, about to hit their heads.
It's the vertical pupil monster!
Feng Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned a corner, bypassing the side, avoiding the "big ball".
No matter how high his cultivation base is, he can't touch such a thing head-on!
"Where have you been?"
Le Zhengcheng suddenly appeared from one side, the lights at the bottom of the cliff had already been extinguished, and there was only scattered dim light, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
Just as Feng Zhiyuan was about to answer, his eyes suddenly widened. Without his instructions, Qingguang jumped out ahead of time, forming a protective shield in front of him and Fu Siqian.
The sword energy was so powerful that it was bounced off by the protective cover, and it ran around at the bottom of the cliff, crushing the surrounding vines and tearing the thoroughly corroded bones into pieces.
Under the cover of the blue light, an extremely weird face appeared.
Fu Siqian: "..."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
It's still a familiar formula, and it's still a familiar monster.
Le Zhengcheng's face was separated by a line in the middle, half of which was still decent and generous, and the other half turned into a "little paradise" full of eyeballs. The two were clearly separated and did not interfere with each other.
It's not that they don't interfere with each other, they both use the same mouth.
"Where did you go just now? You haven't been able to find anyone for so long." Le Zhengcheng looked at the cyan mask formed by Jiu Mie, frowned and said with disgust, "Let's take this thing away, look at it." It's annoying."
Feng Zhiyuan wanted to whip the whip, but Fu Siqian held his hand, and the voice rang directly in his mind: "Something's not right."
Feng Zhiyuan turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of doubts: "?"
Fu Siqian turned sideways silently, covered his wound with Feng Zhiyuan's clothes, took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "I accidentally fell to another place just now, did Immortal Lingyun find anything outside?"
Le Zhengcheng turned his face sideways, the half full of eyes was hidden in the darkness, and the normal half showed a gentle smile that was almost distorted: "I see, I estimated the time, it should have been a day since we came down, Where did you fall, and why did you take so long?"
one day?I'm afraid it hasn't been that long.
Last night was the night of the full moon, and today is also the night of the full moon. The night of the full moon recorded in the classics does not refer to only one day in a month, but to all nights except the crescent moon.
It should be evening by now.
Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan looked at each other, knowing each other.
Fu Siqian replied indifferently: "Soon, I fell down there, fell asleep, woke up and came out. I didn't care how long it took."
He heard Feng Zhiyuan's voice transmission after he finished making up, "This group of idiots don't naively think that they haven't been exposed yet, do they?"
Being able to use so many adjectives shows how disgusting Mozun is.
Fu Siqian smiled silently, squeezed his hand, and decided to seek justice for the stupid things: "A bunch of stupid stupid things without brains, how smart do you expect them to be? Don't ask too much, how can you be as smart as yours? A capable subordinate is so clever."
After Fu Siqian finished speaking, he also felt a little embarrassed. He was connoting Yan Fang again, and it seemed that this habit could not be changed.
Just as he wanted to make amends, he heard Feng Zhiyuan's echo: "Indeed, he's even stupider than Yinsu."
Fu Siqian: "..."
"No, Yin Su is your subordinate." Feng Zhiyuan reacted, and sent him a voice transmission with disgust on his face, gloating, "Tsk,
All of a sudden, the person in front of him rushed forward, and under the momentum, both of them rolled on the ground.
With one hand, Fu Siqian ruthlessly strangled the wrist of the person under him, and squeezed the bone lamp tightly. With the other hand, he protected the back of Feng Zhiyuan's head, and gently laid it on the ground.
Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, only to see a pair of sinister eyes staring at him almost paranoidly.
What he heard just now made Fu Siqian's eyes red, and it seemed that blood was about to drip at this moment. He approached Feng Zhiyuan and said viciously: "Don't break it, don't leave me!"
Before Feng Zhiyuan could react, he took the bone lamp into his hands.
Feng Zhiyuan chuckled softly, and said the words with the ruthlessness of grinding teeth and sucking blood: "What qualifications do you have to say no, when you said this, do you remember the sword that stabbed me?"
He used the most vicious tone and said the most cruel words, hurting others a thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred.
The two people are like two wild beasts, biting each other fiercely, it seems that only in this way can they vent their inner hostility and resentment.
Fu Siqian was startled, but he quickly realized that his eyes were full of despair, but he curled his lips and laughed, "I owe you."
As soon as the words fell, he got up from the ground, and a golden light suddenly appeared. Fu Siqian covered the sun with one hand, and held the soul lamp with the other. He looked at Feng Zhiyuan with gentle eyes, as if a cavity of spring water had melted: "Yuan'er, baby, I You are not forced, and you are not required to make a choice."
Those titles spit out from his mouth one by one, Feng Zhiyuan had a bad premonition in his heart.
Fu Siqian threw Zheri into the air, and Zheri appeared in the air, unlike the usual length, it was much shorter. At this time, it looked more like a larger dagger. He caught the hilt of the sword with his backhand and sealed it When Zhi Yuan didn't react, he directly inserted it into his heart.
"You don't have to choose, I'll make up your mind for you...Baby, I'll pay you back the sword you received, and you can take another look at me, okay?"
Zheri began to beat crazily, the fierce sword edge devoured the blood from Fu Sigan's heart, scratching the flesh and blood near the wound like barbs.
It is obviously a natal magic weapon, but it is merciless when it hurts its master.
The red color burned Feng Zhiyuan's eyes red, and made him tremble all over. It is obvious that spiritual power cannot be used here, why did Fu Sigan summon Zheri?
Holding the hilt of the sword, Fu Sigan went a little deeper, almost piercing himself. His eyes were filled with despair, and he smiled wryly, "Feng Zhiyuan, I beg you, please take a look at me again, okay?"
Feng Zhiyuan was speechless, what he resented was not the battle of Fengyuan in his previous life, what he cared about from the beginning to the end was Fu Siqian's distrust and concealment, and what he wanted was an explanation, he never thought that Fu Siqian would do this .
In the empty cave, there was a ticking sound, the sound of blood falling to the ground.
Feng Zhiyuan rushed forward subconsciously, and snatched Zheri from Fu Siqian's hand. The rejection of Zheri caused burning pain in his palm, but he just focused on pulling out the sword from Fu Sigan's heart inch by inch as if he didn't notice it. , as if a hook had been formed on Zheri, as soon as it was pulled out, it would pull the flesh and blood, Feng Zhiyuan had to slow down.
The tearing pain at the wound made Fu Siqian grunt. He was unable to support himself standing because of too much life force absorbed by Zhe Sun, and he staggered forward.
Feng Zhiyuan's hands trembled, he didn't care about moving slowly, he quickly pulled out his sword and threw it on the ground, catching Fu Siqian who was falling towards him.
I don't know whether to say that he was born with strong spiritual strength, or should he say that Fu Siqian was able to hold on, and he did not faint even after suffering such a serious injury. His face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled from the corner of his forehead. Yuan's face.
It was an intermittent weak voice, scattered in the wind like panting: "Baby... don't cry."
Only now did Feng Zhiyuan realize that tears were running down his face, he cried and laughed, and finally only sighed and felt helpless: "You are so despicable."
Fu Siqian smiled weakly: "I've always been mean, especially to you."
If it is destined to tear each other apart, then I choose to lose both.
My body hurts, your heart hurts, even if it is sympathy, I want it.
Feng Zhiyuan used to think that he was stepping on Fu Sigan's bottom line, forcing him to retreat step by step and connive, but now he realizes that Fu Sigan is more capable than himself.
With tears in his eyes, he took out the medicine and sprinkled it on Fu Siqian's wound, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you knew about the previous life?"
"Hiss." As soon as the medicine powder touched the wound, there was a scorching tingling sensation, and Fu Siqian answered him panting, "Because... I'm afraid."
I am afraid that you will blame me, I am afraid that you will hate me, and I am afraid that you will question me like just now, but in fact, I am most afraid that you will leave me.
"Fool." Feng Zhiyuan closed his eyes forcefully, "You are you, the God of War of the North Sea is the God of War of the North Sea, Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life liked the God of War of the North Sea, and I like you in this life. I didn’t even think of you as the God of War in the North Sea who started the Battle of Fengyuan.”
You have never been just my Fu Siqian.
Fu Siqian opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, the pain in his body was gone at this moment, his mind was full of what Feng Zhiyuan said just now: "Is what you said true?"
A trembling voice knocked on the ear, full of hesitation and disbelief, but more of surprise, Fu Siqian's hand fell, and he clenched Feng Zhiyuan's collar, his voice choked: "Say it again, say it again... ..."
"Didn't I say it a long time ago, we will rest until we die." Feng Zhiyuan gave the answer with a sigh.
Fu Siqian was exhausted mentally and mentally. At this moment, he could finally close his eyelids and take a rest. His hoarse voice was filled with gentle and gentle anger: "Then you still have to drop the Soul Concentrating Lamp. How could you drop it?"
"I'm not going to fall, I just want to force you to give me an answer. You will never guess how angry I was when I saw that you didn't dare to touch me." Feng Zhiyuan laughed at himself, lowered his head and looked at Fu Siqian. I rubbed my forehead in a daze, "What's more, even if I fell, I will fall in love with you. It has never had anything to do with the soul-hunting lamp. I was born with conflicting feelings for you, even if I didn't use it for 'love'. Heart, I still can't help falling in love with you."
So, we are destined.
Fu Siqian thanked himself for his body, which was born with strong resilience. After taking the medicine, the blood on the wound stopped quickly, but it still looked a little scary.
At this moment, the emotions of both of them calmed down, and the Soul Concentrating Lamp was placed aside. Although Feng Zhiyuan felt that it didn't matter, Fu Siqian firmly opposed destroying the lamp. It was given to him by Feng Zhiyuan, and it was the most precious thing besides the name. The gift he gave was also his obsession after receiving it in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years.
Feng Zhiyuan hugged Fu Siqian and sat down on the ground, and analyzed with him what the statue said just now. In addition to mentioning the past life, there were many things worthy of deliberation in those words.
Fu Siqian's memory was not as good as Feng Zhiyuan's, and he couldn't memorize everything after listening to it once. In addition, he was injured and couldn't bother, so he leaned on Feng Zhiyuan's shoulder and listened to what Feng Zhiyuan said to the statue. Carry out detailed research.
"So our previous guess is correct. The painting on the painting is indeed the process of making a puppet. Listen to me in the previous life... Listen to the meaning of the statue, the puppet that was made is to make your body, as it is now It seems that this puppet already has a candidate."
It's... Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable!
Zhaoyuan Xianzun is not a human being, but a puppet?Fu Siqian's heart was full of turmoil. He remembered that he had bombed Yan Junxing, but he didn't get any reason why his soul would enter the body of Zhaoyuan Xianzun. Now it seems that this matter should have something to do with Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life.
Feng Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then calmly said: "But there is one thing I have been guessing all the time. The statue said that they put the puppets in the Hanchuan Stream. It was recorded in ancient books, but it didn't mention where Hanchuanjian is, and later generations only know that there is such a place, but they don't know its location."
Fu Siqian took a deep breath and said slowly, "You suspect..."
Feng Zhiyuan nodded: "Those bones are not a small number. If this place is really a cold stream, and the world is full of vicissitudes, it is not completely impossible, but if this is the case, things will be difficult."
Le Zhengcheng said that those evil spirits escaped from Broken Soul Cliff, and they might have been repaired on the bones of millions of divine soldiers. Resentment was rampant, they were numerous and difficult to deal with.
Fu Siqian understood what he meant, and promised to solve the evil thing for Le Zhengcheng before. They thought that evil spirits were ordinary evil spirits, but now they discovered that these evil spirits probably existed in ancient times. Clear, but it is conceivable that it will definitely not be easy to deal with, and it is indeed a bit tricky.
Seeing Fu Siqian's frowning and melancholy face, Feng Zhiyuan laughed and teased again: "At the bottom line, this evil is thanks to you."
Fu Siqian: "?"
"It wasn't you who started the battle of killing gods, killing all the millions of god soldiers in the Sifangtian Realm, and then throwing the corpses into the Hanchuan Stream." Feng Zhiyuan clicked his tongue, "Now eight or nine are close to ten, this evil spirit They all started from the Hanchuan River, didn’t they come from you?”
Fu Siqian: "... At that time, I just wanted to take them to be buried with me, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
Back then, the battle of killing gods was launched just to avenge Feng Zhiyuan. Fu Siqian knew that he had felt guilty in his previous life, and felt that it was people from the Sifangtian Realm who forced him to kill Feng Zhiyuan, which led to the battle of Feng Zhiyuan.
Mentioning this, Feng Zhiyuan became interested again. Before, he regretted that Fu Siqian had no memory, and many things could not be explained. The current situation is just right for Fu Siqian to answer his doubts.
"I've always been curious. After the Battle of Fengyuan, why did you do those things and guard Liuhuoyuan for 300 years? I can guess the reason for this matter. As for why you launched the Battle of Gods, I still can't think I understand, logically speaking, you should have thought that you had collected my soul, so why did you choose to bury me with Sifang Tianjing?"
Fu Siqian was about to answer when he heard Feng Zhiyuan exclaimed: "You didn't even think about being with me at the time, and you didn't like me at all either!"
If not, how could he choose death in such a desperate way?
Fu Siqian was so angry that his heart ached and his body was so tired that he couldn't control himself and raised his hand to hit him, lightly: "I don't like you, why should I use bones as candles and blood as oil to make a soul-suppressing lamp? I don't like you, Will I wait in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years? If I don’t like you, I will pull out my tendons—”
"What did you say! What do you mean by tendons?" Feng Zhiyuan interrupted him with dark eyes.
Fu Sigan looked away guiltily, and only then did he get angry, and when he didn't notice for a moment, he shook out all the hidden things.
Feng Zhiyuan laughed very lightly, but the words he said were filled with vicious intent: "Bones are used as candles, blood is used as oil, what's going on with that soul-suppressing lamp?"
Fu Siqian's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and he called out in a low voice: "Hiss, the wound hurts, Yuan'er, baby, you are so fierce, please coax me."
Feng Zhiyuan kept silent, checked the condition of his wound carefully, then lightly stroked Fu Siqian's trembling eyelids, and said almost pleadingly: "Fu Siqian, can't you keep it from me?"
He is like a wandering man who can't support himself, begging bitterly at the moment of grief, just listening to the voice makes people feel distressed and uncomfortable.
Fu Siqian opened his eyes suddenly, just at the moment when Feng Zhiyuan lowered his head to rest on his shoulder, like a kitten that was so bruised that it couldn't respond, it didn't even have the strength to lift its paws.
Fu Siqian was taken aback, he felt Feng Zhiyuan trembling slightly, this realization stunned him, and he could no longer remain indifferent, he raised his hand with great effort, patted Feng Zhiyuan's back, and sighed helplessly : "I'm not keeping it from you, I'll tell you everything you want to know, don't be sad, don't feel wronged."
A muffled voice came from his shoulder: "Really?"
"Really." Fu Siqian let out a long breath. After making the decision, he felt relaxed and no longer resisted to tell those things. "I won't hide anything from you if you want to know."
Where Fu Siqian couldn't see, Feng Zhiyuan curled his lips in an almost imperceptible way.
The big devil has a deep scheming mind, and he never just talks casually.
Feng Zhiyuan picked the most concerned question: "Then explain the battle of Feng Yuan first, why did you stab that sword without hesitation, and didn't even listen to what I said."
As he said that, a picture about the battle of Feng Yuan popped up in his mind.
It is said that the fire in the Flowing Fire Abyss comes from hell and can burn all filthy things. The magma there is not extinguished all year round, boiling and clamoring to clear all filthy things.
Feng Zhiyuan was invited to Liuhuoyuan, but when he arrived, he found that the surroundings were full of people. He was the big disciple of Wugou City, and he recognized the onlookers with a glance. They were all advanced in the world at that time. powerful.
The person who asked him to come was the North Sea God of War in the present world. Everyone knew that the two of them were good friends.
Feng Zhiyuan didn't know why he came to Liuhuoyuan, he didn't know why other people stared at him like that, he didn't even understand why his best friend stabbed him with a sword.
He hadn't finished a sentence then.
Feng Zhiyuan rubbed the center of his brows, and withdrew from the brief absence. He didn't recover many memories in the illusion before, and there was a very obvious problem, he himself couldn't fully substitute those memories.The memory flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but it didn't leave an impression in his mind. He seemed to be standing aside, watching all the things happening, and he couldn't feel the mood at that time.
I had some doubts before, but now I can explain it.
Feng Zhiyuan looked at the Soul Concentrating Lamp not far away, and he could basically guess why this phenomenon occurred. In his previous life, his relationship with Fu Siqian must have been mixed with admiration. If the "love" is completely stripped away, Just like he is now, seeing those things will only feel strange, as if something is always missing.
If you want to truly understand the mood at that time and connect everything together, you still need to get back that "love".But it's not in a hurry right now. He needs to maintain a rational mind first, so that he can make a reasonable judgment on Fu Siqian's explanation.
There is indeed another story about this matter, not about the battle of Feng Yuan, but about Fu Siqian himself, even though he confronted Yan Junxing in the sea of sharks and butterflies before, he did not tell this matter, Fu Siqian narrowed his eyes and slowly sank into the memories Li: "The battle of Fengyuan, believe it or not, I really didn't want to hurt you at that time. There was no Sifangtianjing at that time, and those people didn't know where to get the criticism made by the commanding person. The comment said that you are the fate of the evil head of the world, if you don't get rid of it as soon as possible, the mountains and rivers will be stained with blood in the future."
Feng Zhiyuan's Linglong thought was clear, and when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of surprise: "Could it be..."
Fu Siqian nodded, showing remorse on his face: "I wanted to draw the sword myself. I know your body is different from ordinary people. Even if you received a sword from me, it shouldn't be life-threatening, and then arrange a scene of suspended animation. I I planned everything, but I didn't expect you to do that, to..."
Feng Zhiyuan laughed at himself, and continued what he didn't say: "But I didn't expect that I would jump into the abyss of flowing fire."
Although he couldn't put himself in the situation and experience it, Feng Zhiyuan could almost guess the mood he would have at that time. Facing the person he admired, when the sword stabbed him, his heart would probably die.
In his previous life, he was the great disciple of Wugou City, and also the proud son of heaven. If he hadn't been defenseless, he would not have been easily injured by Fu Siqian. The reason why the sword was so accurate was not unrelated to him.
As a close friend, a person whom he admired, he could already guess how much he trusted Fu Siqian at that time. If he encountered such a thing, if he is now, he would probably choose to jump into the abyss of fire.
Since it is ruthless and ungrateful, it is better if the two do not meet each other.
Fu Siqian sighed faintly: "So what happened later, after the Battle of Fengyuan, I set up an enchantment in Liuhuoyuan, and spread the news to the outside world, saying that I was suppressing Liuhuoyuan, but in fact, I used the soul lamp to collect you. My soul, I want to revive you. Liuhuoyuan can burn everything in the world, I am not sure if I can succeed, I can only try to collect your soul first, who knows that the first class is 300 years."
Seeing that he still had the intention of concealing it, Feng Zhiyuan brought the topic back to the Soul Concentrating Lamp: "How is the Soul Concentrating Lamp made, and how it has the function of collecting spirits, and how did you in Liuhuoyuan for 300 years?" Whatever you do, tell me."
"...Understood." Xiaoxin was seen through, and Fu Siqian was a little bit dumbfounded, raised his hand to wipe the corners of Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, and teased in a warm voice, "Don't cry because of the pain after talking about Xiaobaibao."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
Go to your mother's little crying bag!
Fu Siqian took the soul-suppressing lamp on the side, and compared it to his heart: "At that time, I put it in here, using bones as candles and blood as oil, and kept it up. At that time, it was my only hope. As for the others, probably because I was born with spiritual intelligence and was favored by the heavens, I was able to successfully collect your soul."
Although he said it, he still concealed a lot, and deliberately brought up the most painful aspects, understating it as if he was discussing "how is the weather today" and "what did you eat".
Feng Zhiyuan also understood in his heart, how could it be so simple, and the hard work involved cannot be summed up by the phrase "born with intelligence and wisdom to be favored by heaven".
The Soul Concentrating Lamp is about the size of a slap, and it seems to fit right into the heart, Feng Zhiyuan feels sad for a while, if he accidentally dropped this thing by mistake just now, wouldn't it be tantamount to stabbing Fu Sigan in the heart.
Fu Siqian couldn't bear to see him like this, so he quickly took the topic elsewhere: "Is there anything else I want to know? I have liked you for a long time, much earlier than you, but I didn't understand at that time that this is liking." .”
Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Really?"
Fu Siqian nodded his head, "You are my baby, my love, my... umm."
The shameless old rascal came back again, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't listen to such words, he was easily ashamed when he heard it, what a precious little love, it burned his ears, he covered Fu Sigan's mouth, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't say it. "
Fu Siqian obeyed kindness, shut his mouth, and put the soul-suppressing lamp into Feng Zhiyuan's hand: "It's for you."
Yue Mo felt that this was not too solemn, so he added: "The bride price."
Feng Zhiyuan: "... Whose dowry gift is this thing? No, it should be your dowry!"
Fu Siqian knew very well that there was no need to fight for a moment of quick talk, and the result would be known later, so he calmly changed his words: "That is the token of love."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
It's really impossible to find such an alternative token of love in eight lifetimes.
Fu Siqian felt that his move was brilliant, and he sighed in admiration: "It happens to be your feelings for me, the feelings that I've 'saved' back, isn't it just a token of love! Baby, when do you want to absorb the Soul Lamp? The fragments of your soul, I guess that should be the missing part of your soul."
He has selfishness, a selfishness that is easy to guess, who doesn't want the person he likes to love him more?
This place is not suitable for absorbing the soul fragments in the Soul Containing Lamp, Feng Zhiyuan put away the Soul Containing Lamp, and replied: "Let's go out first and then talk, this place is too cloudy, if I turn on the Soul Containing Lamp rashly, I'm afraid of any accidents. "
After explaining, he changed the topic, and asked suddenly with a cold face: "What's the matter with your tendons pulling out?"
Fu Siqian's let go of his heart suddenly lifted up again, looking at Feng Zhiyuan's attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the bottom line, he knew that this matter had to be said.He breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to organize his words first, but he had to give up within two seconds. To organize this matter was just a matter of one sentence, and he couldn't escape it.
He took a deep breath and spit out a sentence quickly: "It was me who pulled out the tendons."
Feng Zhiyuan's face was full of indifference, and he gave a specific request: "Slow down and speak clearly."
Fu Sigan looked away guiltily, thought for a while and still didn't know how to explain it, so he sighed, "Can you summon Jiu Mie?"
Although there was a restriction in this cave before, but with a thought just now, he summoned Shading Sun. Presumably, with the shattering of the statue, the restriction in the cave disappeared.
Feng Zhiyuan was startled, something flashed across his mind, he stretched out his hand in a daze, watching the ball of blue light dance in his palm, this is... his Nine Extinctions.
Fu Siqian closed his eyes, the wound was so painful that he was almost numb, he managed to talk so much just now, but now his body was extremely tired, he only gently stretched out his hand towards the blue light.
Then the blue light jumped into Fu Siqian's hands, obediently without temper.
Feng Zhiyuan couldn't believe it. In fact, when Fu Siqian helped him integrate Xue Zhongyan into Jiu Mie, he had some doubts. Why Jiu Mie didn't reject him? It's just that he didn't take these things to heart at the time. Thinking about it now, it wasn't No trace to be found.
In the recovered memory, Jiu Mie is a magic weapon he used in his previous life, and he was born with him in this life, and has been living in his Dantian Lingfu.
Feng Zhiyuan's eyes were a little sour, he bit the flesh on his lips hard, and forced himself to calm down: "The tendons you pulled out are in Jiu Mie?"
"No." Fu Siqian tightened his hands, and the blue light slowly transformed into its original shape, a blue-gray tendon, "It should be said that Jiu Mie is the tendon I pulled out from my body. After the battle of Fengyuan, I Pull out a tendon on your wrist, and your Nine Extinguishers have disappeared into the Flowing Fire Abyss, this is what I return to you, and it is also the protection I gave you."
Feng Zhiyuan's thoughts were in a mess, but he suddenly remembered something. In the secret realm of the competition, he was lured out of his past life memories by the Guanyin phantom array. When he was almost drowning in the magma, a cyan lightning suddenly appeared. Take him to break the illusion.
So, that is actually Nine Exterminations?
Fu Siqian knew that telling this matter would definitely cause Feng Zhiyuan to feel guilty. He wanted to keep this matter in his heart all the time, but he didn't expect that he would slip up when Feng Zhiyuan questioned his liking. It made his little crying eyes turn red.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes should be shining all the time, even if they should be red, they shouldn't be red on this occasion.
Feng Zhiyuan calmed down and said in a dull voice, "Have you kept anything from me about... such a thing?"
He thought that the Soul Concentrating Lamp would be the last one, but he didn't expect that there would be Nine Extinctions.
Fu Siqian quickly denied it: "I dare not hide it from you."
Feng Zhiyuan asked the last doubt in his heart: "Then what about the battle of killing gods, why?"
"Baby, it's my selfishness, not for you." Fu Siqian smiled, "I was proud and conceited at the time, and I always felt that it was the people in Sifangtianjing who forced me to do stupid things that hurt you , so I regarded them as the executioners who killed you and wanted to avenge you. Now it seems that the battle of killing gods is just an excuse for me, an excuse I found out because of my guilt."
Fu Siqian explained all the answers to these questions one by one, but he only said a part. What he didn't say was that during those long 300 years, he guarded the raging lava of the Flowing Fire Abyss by himself, and guarded a part of it. I don't know if he can still have the obsession with his destination. In the past 300 years, he has seen the boiling magma countless times and wanted to jump in directly. The Soul Concentrating Lamp is not so much for collecting Feng Zhiyuan's spirit, as it is hanging him alive. The last hope of going down.
But he wasn't sure if he could succeed, and he didn't know if Feng Zhiyuan could come back to life, so everything he did was with the most negative and pessimistic thoughts. He tried everything that could endanger his own life, but in the end he couldn't ask for death.
Then, there was the battle of killing gods.
He is an innate spiritual wisdom favored by the heavens, he lives with the grass and trees, enjoys the luck of the world, he is the master of the North Sea, the God of War of the North Sea for all creatures in the world, he... can't die easily.
Killing millions of people with great luck, and killing all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the way of heaven will definitely not tolerate him, so he has always been determined to die in the battle of killing gods.
It was both an excuse and a relief.
On the bright side, he handed over the soul-restraining lamp to Qian Youwu, and told Qian Youwu to help revive Feng Zhiyuan. Everything seemed to be developing in a good way, but in his heart, he had long been inclined to fail. Not Feng Zhiyuan.
Therefore, the Battle of Zhushen was also a funeral he dedicated to Feng Zhiyuan.
The world forces you to persecute you, I will eliminate the world for you.
He was almost insane then.
If Feng Zhiyuan didn't come back to life, then he would drag everyone in the Sifang Heaven Realm to be buried with him. If there was a glimmer of hope that Feng Zhiyuan was really resurrected, then the battle of killing gods would be considered to have wiped out all the enemies for Feng Zhiyuan.
Even if it is the fate of the evil head, he wants no one in this world to hurt the evil head in the slightest.
After Fu Siqian finished his explanation, he fell silent. After a long time, Feng Zhiyuan smiled inexplicably: "Did those who commanded me in my previous life say that I am destined to be a disaster head? Maybe there is some truth in that, because you started the battle of killing gods and killed the entire Sifang Heaven Realm, is this considered a disaster for the world?"
He didn't do anything, and all the gods and Buddhas died because of him.
Fu Siqian seriously retorted: "You are not some kind of evil spirit, at most you are my blue face."
Huoshui looked over with raised eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes like scissors, with a smile that was not a smile at the end of the eyes: "If you put it in the script, what kind of god of war are you, you are the tyrant, and I seduced you into trouble." The monsters of the world."
It's not a ghost, every frown and smile is seductive, making people forget the pain in the body.
Fu Siqian heaved a sigh of relief, stopped looking at those seductive eyebrows, and looked down at his own wound.
Hiss, it looks serious.
Feng Zhiyuan helped him stand up, and tried to use his spiritual power. As expected, the restriction in this cave has been lifted. From this point of view, it should be left here specially by Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life, so that one day Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable will bring him back to the cave. His reincarnation came here.
Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyuan suddenly asked: "Before you were inside that puppet's body, you suddenly stabbed me twice with two swords, but the puppet's soul moved your hands?"
Fu Siqian will not hurt him, he absolutely believes in this, so this is the only possibility left.
puppet?Fu Siqian froze for a moment before realizing that it was Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable. He nodded: "It's really not me. I lost consciousness suddenly in those two times. I didn't feel it in Wanlang Pavilion. It took me a long time to wake up before I remembered what happened. What happened, during the battle between good and evil, I realized that my body was out of control."
According to what the statue said, Immortal Zhaoyuan should have given birth to his soul in Hanchuanjian. The yin energy of millions of divine soldiers nourished an extraordinary soul.
"Based on what you said, the puppet's soul should always exist in the body." Feng Zhiyuan trembled, and suddenly felt chills, "Didn't he see everything about us before?"
Fu Siqian shook his head: "I didn't notice his existence before, I think his soul came back later, otherwise he wouldn't be late in Wanlang Pavilion to make a move."
There were many chances before, after Lu Weishan's incident, Zhaoyuan Xianzun's body was not as good as before, and so was his cultivation, it was indeed too late to make a move in Wanlang Pavilion.
Feng Zhiyuan knew that he was not as good at speaking as Fu Siqian, so he didn't say anything.
The conversation about the previous life came to an end for now, Fu Siqian still needs to go out to take care of his injuries, Feng Zhiyuan supported him and let him half lean on his body.
The statue has been destroyed, and no other valuable things were found in the cave. Feng Zhiyuan picked up the sheep and packed all the trinkets that fell out of the statue's storage bracelet and stuffed them into his thoughts, including the two exquisite colored glass lamps. lamp.
Fu Sigan rested for a while to recover some strength, looked at him and smiled: "Take that painting with you, it's someone's masterpiece."
This place was left by Feng Zhiyuan in the previous life, and the painting is probably also painted by Feng Zhiyuan in the previous life.
Fu Siqian was smiling, thinking of the pile of abstract graphics, he could understand how Feng Zhiyuan understood it in such detail, co-authoring it was his masterpiece.
Hearing the words, Feng Zhiyuan took the painting away without hesitation, and he didn't hear the teasing meaning in Fu Sigan's words. He felt good about himself and was very confident in his painting skills.
That painting is obviously very good, concise and easy to understand, what is it if it is not a masterpiece?
After losing the restriction in the cave, one can use spiritual power, and it is much easier to get out.
Feng Zhiyuan held Fu Siqian in his arms, preventing him from using his spiritual power. He threw out a blue light, illuminating the top of the cave, and then jumped up.
After a few breaths, he could hear the sound coming from the entrance of the cave, Feng Zhiyuan rushed out of the crack with a burst of energy, Jiu Mie opened the way.
As soon as they reached the bottom of Duan Hun Cliff, they saw a "big ball" flying over, about to hit their heads.
It's the vertical pupil monster!
Feng Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned a corner, bypassing the side, avoiding the "big ball".
No matter how high his cultivation base is, he can't touch such a thing head-on!
"Where have you been?"
Le Zhengcheng suddenly appeared from one side, the lights at the bottom of the cliff had already been extinguished, and there was only scattered dim light, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
Just as Feng Zhiyuan was about to answer, his eyes suddenly widened. Without his instructions, Qingguang jumped out ahead of time, forming a protective shield in front of him and Fu Siqian.
The sword energy was so powerful that it was bounced off by the protective cover, and it ran around at the bottom of the cliff, crushing the surrounding vines and tearing the thoroughly corroded bones into pieces.
Under the cover of the blue light, an extremely weird face appeared.
Fu Siqian: "..."
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
It's still a familiar formula, and it's still a familiar monster.
Le Zhengcheng's face was separated by a line in the middle, half of which was still decent and generous, and the other half turned into a "little paradise" full of eyeballs. The two were clearly separated and did not interfere with each other.
It's not that they don't interfere with each other, they both use the same mouth.
"Where did you go just now? You haven't been able to find anyone for so long." Le Zhengcheng looked at the cyan mask formed by Jiu Mie, frowned and said with disgust, "Let's take this thing away, look at it." It's annoying."
Feng Zhiyuan wanted to whip the whip, but Fu Siqian held his hand, and the voice rang directly in his mind: "Something's not right."
Feng Zhiyuan turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of doubts: "?"
Fu Siqian turned sideways silently, covered his wound with Feng Zhiyuan's clothes, took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "I accidentally fell to another place just now, did Immortal Lingyun find anything outside?"
Le Zhengcheng turned his face sideways, the half full of eyes was hidden in the darkness, and the normal half showed a gentle smile that was almost distorted: "I see, I estimated the time, it should have been a day since we came down, Where did you fall, and why did you take so long?"
one day?I'm afraid it hasn't been that long.
Last night was the night of the full moon, and today is also the night of the full moon. The night of the full moon recorded in the classics does not refer to only one day in a month, but to all nights except the crescent moon.
It should be evening by now.
Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan looked at each other, knowing each other.
Fu Siqian replied indifferently: "Soon, I fell down there, fell asleep, woke up and came out. I didn't care how long it took."
He heard Feng Zhiyuan's voice transmission after he finished making up, "This group of idiots don't naively think that they haven't been exposed yet, do they?"
Being able to use so many adjectives shows how disgusting Mozun is.
Fu Siqian smiled silently, squeezed his hand, and decided to seek justice for the stupid things: "A bunch of stupid stupid things without brains, how smart do you expect them to be? Don't ask too much, how can you be as smart as yours? A capable subordinate is so clever."
After Fu Siqian finished speaking, he also felt a little embarrassed. He was connoting Yan Fang again, and it seemed that this habit could not be changed.
Just as he wanted to make amends, he heard Feng Zhiyuan's echo: "Indeed, he's even stupider than Yinsu."
Fu Siqian: "..."
"No, Yin Su is your subordinate." Feng Zhiyuan reacted, and sent him a voice transmission with disgust on his face, gloating, "Tsk,
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