Abandoned Immortals

Feng Jue fell to the ground, with a pool of blood pouring out of his mouth.

"you……"

When he opened his mouth, blood gushed out unstoppably, staining his fairy-like robes in a mess.

The viscous scarlet blood contained broken five internal organs.

The latter held the Dingxu Lingyin seal in his hand, his eyes were clear, and he was not affected by the evil spirit at all. The black mist that clung to her body just now was actually transformed by Taotie.

In the chaotic situation, he easily fooled Feng Jue's eyes.

Up to this moment, Feng Jue's mouth was half-opened, and he couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"Sometimes what the eyes see is not necessarily the truth." Que Qingyun came slowly, and Yu Yulian stopped by his side.

Its voice was cold and clear, and the waves were calm.

Feng Jue's chest heaved violently, Que Qingyun's words caused him great stimulation, and he was so emotional that he vomited another mouthful of blood.

His expression was sluggish, his aura weakened rapidly, and a large amount of black smoke seeped out from behind him at the same time. Seeing that his body had been destroyed, the evil creature tried to abandon Feng Jue and escape alone.

"Want to run?!" Yu Lian's face was cold and solemn, her spiritual sense locked her in an instant, and she threw the Dingxu Lingyin Seal forward, the crystal blue light cut through the void, and hit the shadow like lightning.

A heart-piercing scream suddenly sounded in the black mist, and the surging black mist quickly melted under the halo of Dingxu.

Wherever the divine power of Dingxu reaches, the evil spirits are gone.

In front of the two of Yu Lianxin, Feng Jue's eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace.

Que Qingyun sighed helplessly, and the point of the sword touched the ground, raising a cloud of dust to cover his body.

Although this person did many evil things later on, he was once a young talent, heroic and courageous. He followed Yin Qingxue to cut off his karma and saved the lives of many mortals.

After his death, the past grievances were wiped out, and she buried his body so that it would not be exposed in the wilderness, and it was considered as a last bit of respect for him.

"Go and have a look in the secret passage." Que Qingyun put the sword back into its sheath, turned and walked towards the altar.

Yu Lian glanced at the new soil gathered on the ground, shook her head, and quickly followed Que Qingyun.

The two worked together to clean up the rubble piled outside the cave, and then drilled into the corridor one after the other.

The corridor was dark and dark, Yu Lian held the Dingxu spirit seal in her palm, and used the blue light of the spirit seal to illuminate the path under her feet, and saw the stone steps spiraling downward, as if there was no end.

They walked down the thin and narrow stone steps, and after about a stick of incense, they finally reached the bottom of the cave.

Before he could see clearly the scene at the bottom of the cave, he first heard the sound of clanging iron cables colliding.

Yu Lian raised the spiritual seal a little higher, and as far as the eye could see, there was a stone pillar standing in the open space, and on that stone pillar was tied a scrawny man behind his back.

The man was dressed in fine clothes, but the clothes were torn to pieces by the whip soaked in salt water, streaks of blood seeped through the fabric, his legs were twisted at weird angles, his breath was extremely weak, and he seemed to be about to swallow his last breath at any time.

Under the altar was a windowless dark room, and trapped in the dark room was Yan Wenyu who they had been looking for for several days.

Startled by the sound of footsteps, the man woke up from a coma, and before opening his eyes, his shoulders trembled.

His face looked pained, and he was twisted into a ball.

It is impossible to imagine how much inhuman abuse he suffered during those days trapped underground.

The shrinking of his body has become a habit, and before the whip fell on his body, his damaged flesh and blood began to twitch on their own.

Both the master and the apprentice frowned at the same time, because they were used to the various methods of vicious people, and when they saw Yan Wenyu's miserable face, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Although Yan Wenyu is a subjugated king, he grew up freely in the deep palace and was spoiled and spoiled. Even after Daju's demise, he fled with the emperor's teacher, Yan Chengyue still cared about him everywhere and prevented him from being wronged.

But now, being captured by the evil spirits, he has suffered a lot of flesh and blood that he never realized in the first half of his life.

Yu Lianxin and the two approached, there was no sound of scolding, nor anger like thunder, Yan Wenyu's eyelids trembled slightly, hesitated, trembling, and slowly opened.

After a long time, he recognized the identities of the two people in front of him. When his eyelids trembled, his pale lips trembled a few times.

His chest heaved violently twice, and his disordered breathing pulled his wounds. The expression on his face was distorted in pain, but a hoarse and subtle voice could still be squeezed out between his teeth: "... Immortal Master."

Yu Lian's heart was greatly shocked, and she couldn't help pursing the corners of her lips, her two delicate eyebrows were tightly tightened, and the center of her eyebrows bulged like mountains and rivers.

"Don't worry, the two of us will rescue you." Que Qingyun's voice was steady, and he didn't untie Yan Wenyu immediately, but stretched out his hand to press Yan Wenyu's shoulder, sending a ray of spiritual energy into his body, hanging him only There is not much life left.

Yan Wenyu's physical body was severely damaged, and she couldn't withstand the impact of any elixir.

But even this thin and thin strand of aura entering his body was still unbearable for Yan Wenyu.

He was convulsed and looked pained.

It took a while to get used to the entry of the spiritual energy, and after the trembling subsided, he panted and relaxed his tense expression, but his face was already covered with dense cold sweat.

Yan Wenyu was born in the emperor's family. Although she didn't understand the way of cultivation, she had a certain amount of cultivation since she was young, with fine clothes and fine food, medicinal pills for recuperation.

Que Qingyun sent a ray of spiritual energy into his body, helping him protect his heart veins, and healed some internal wounds in his internal organs. His expression was obviously relaxed, and his breathing became much more stable.

Only at this moment did Yu Lian draw her sword out of its sheath and cut off the iron chains binding Yan Wenyu's arms.

The man couldn't exert force on his legs, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he let go.

Que Qingyun supported him, supported his shoulders with Yu Lianxin, and made him lie flat on the ground.

Suddenly, Yan Wenyu's face turned pale, and he coughed twice suddenly, a stream of bright blood gushed out of his throat.

Blood froth flowed down the corners of his mouth, soaking his ears.

Yu Lian was taken aback, the two of them had been extremely careful, and tried to lighten their rescue actions as much as possible.

But Yan Wenyu's physical body was too fragile to withstand any twists and turns, and his body couldn't bear the process of just being lowered from the stone pillar.

She quickly raised her two fingers together and tapped his heart lightly. The power of Sen Luo surged through her fingertips and penetrated into Yan Wenyu's meridians little by little.

However, the wounds in his internal organs were not paved overnight, but accumulated over many years and countless days and nights.

This injury has penetrated to the root of the bone, even with the power of Sen Luo's soul skeleton, it is difficult to repair it.

Yu Lian's face was heavy, she tried three times, but Yan Wenyu's injury did not get better, Que Qingyun also frowned, pressed Yan Wenyu's chest and abdomen, trying to channel another ray of spiritual energy, and reluctantly rescued her.

A skinny hand was raised tremblingly, and it was pushed back with a very light force, indicating that they don't need to waste their efforts in vain.

Naturally, no one knew better than him the injuries on his own body.

He can't survive, and he doesn't want to continue to toss in this miserable world. The reason why he persisted until now is that his last wish has not been fulfilled, and his obsession has not been resolved.

Que Qingyun paused slightly, but Yu Lian had no choice but to stop.

"Yan Qinyue is in Dao Yanzong, and has no worries about food and clothing." Que Qingyun's voice was very soft, and his tone was flat, which seemed to be the same as usual.

But Yu Lianxin could hear the imperceptible helplessness and regret from his words.

She was regretting that the farewell at the beginning turned out to be an eternal farewell, and the father and daughter have not been able to get together so far.

Que Qingyun closed his eyes and continued to finish the sentence: "Before my master and apprentice came here, I met the emperor once. If you have any last wishes, we will try our best to fulfill them for you."

When Yan Wenyu heard Que Qingyun mention these two people, his throat moved with excitement, and another stream of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

But his tightly knit brows were slightly loosened, with a look of relief on his face.

Since Yan Qinyue is still alive and living well, he has no regrets.

"Please two...take the message for me."

He exhaled slowly, and in this dark and closed small dark room, intermittent dying entreaties sounded, "The greed of the monster race has no end, the emperor... don't be deceived by it anymore, and bend your strength."

As long as Yan Chengyue learns of his death, he will stop thinking about it and never have to succumb to the hands of the Yaozu.

He was finally able to leave this world to find his late wife.

After finishing speaking, Yan Wenyu closed his eyes, his raised arms dropped silently, and swallowed his last breath.

Who would have expected that the human emperor who ruled the world back then, the last emperor of the Daqi Dynasty, would be so miserable when he was about to die.

The dark room was quiet, the musty smell mixed with the stench in the small space, the atmosphere was gloomy and it was difficult to breathe.

After a long time, Que Qingyun sighed, picked up Yan Chengyue's body, and said to Yu Lian, "This place is not suitable for long. Since you and I have come to Quyang, let's take him to his hometown for burial."

Yu Lian didn't say a word, just nodded silently.

The two masters and apprentices left Soul Yinzong with the bones of Yanwen Yuweihan, but in just half an hour, they trekked thousands of miles of ruins to the already desolate and overgrown palace.

The old imperial mausoleum had long been difficult to discern, so they found a relatively clean place with higher terrain.

Without a coffin, Yu Lian heartily placed the damaged piece of jade on Yan Wenyu's chest, and buried it together with his bones.

A stone tablet was erected in front of the grave with his name engraved on it.

Regardless of whether one was wealthy or poor during one's life, there should at least be a stele in front of the grave after one's death, with names and surnames, so that one would not be unable to find one's relatives in another world.

With a sigh in her heart, Yu Lian picked up a piece of fresh soil and sprinkled it on the grave.

Beside the stele, a cluster of weeds swayed in the wind.

"It's time to go." Que Qingyun looked up at the sky.

The wind blows the low clouds, and the dark clouds roll. It may not be long before the sky will rain, washing away the traces of people who have been in the vast ruins.