At the words of the youth, Feng Ci just smiled faintly.

"What nonsense are you talking about." The corners of Fengci's lips were raised, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. "A body with nothing, I don't know what is making a puppet. Do you really think you can be compared with this seat?"

When he showed the long sword in his hand, the golden light suddenly rose.

"—You deserve it too."

If Xiao Chengxuan recalled the most unforgettable scene he had ever seen in his life, that day's Folding Sword Villa, this battle that changed the color of the world, would definitely be among the best.

Pei Qianyue was able to create the Immortal League for Langfeng City, and to hold the position of the Immortal League for three hundred years, not only because of the inheritance he received from the ancestor Qianqiu. As a great demon who has cultivated for three thousand years, looking at the entire cultivation world, he may not be able to find two people who can compare with his cultivation.

But when the young man beside him finally made his move, Xiao Chengxuan realized what it meant to be someone outside.

The sky was roaring constantly, as if the clouds in the sky were concentrated over Fold Sword Villa.

And on that day, the three figures were indistinguishable from each other. Every sword shadow is too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and the sword energy generated by swinging the sword falls into the air, drawing a deep ravine on the ground.

Even a slight touch can kill a person's life in an instant.

There were rubble splashing constantly beside him, Xiao Chengxuan helped the disciple beside him to barely get up from the ground, and roared: "Hide... hurry up! Go into the house—!"

Everyone woke up like a dream.

The disciple who was still awake supported the unconscious, and stumbled into the house.

Xiao Chenghuan staggered to Xiao Chengxuan's side.

He was too close to the disciples of the Shi formation just now, and he was also affected when the formation was broken. He limped when he fell, and his delicate face was full of dust, and he was particularly embarrassed.

"Brother, these two are—"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chengxuan suddenly rushed towards him desperately. In a second, a sword qi fell from the sky, and the place where the two were standing instantly became a deep pit.

The two brothers tumbled several meters away, Xiao Chenghuan's back hit the ground heavily, and he smelled a strong bloody smell in his nose.

"Brother, brother..."

The sword energy just now happened to fall beside the two of them. Xiao Chengxuan protected Xiao Chenghuan to avoid it at the fastest speed, but was still affected by Xu Jianqi.

Xiao Chengxuan was covered in blood, he opened his mouth to say something and coughed up a large mouthful of blood first.

boom -

A thunderstorm exploded in the sky, and Xiao Chenghuan's cry was drowned in the thunder: "Brother!"

"...You are crying." After a while, Xiao Chengxuan's voice sounded again. His voice was extremely weak, and he coughed several times after saying a word, "It's okay... I can't die."

The originally beautiful and elegant Jiangnan courtyard has been turned into ruins. Xiao Chengxuan turned over and fell on the "chaotic" pile of stones, looking at the entangled lights and shadows in the sky: "Chenghuan, you are right."

"Ah?" Xiao Chenghuan was full of tears, not knowing what his brother suddenly said.

Xiao Chengxuan laughed at himself: "I thought I had a chance to win."

Man will conquer the sky, in the final analysis, it is just a distant dream of the human race.

Xiao Chengxuan closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a hint of coldness on his face.

The rain finally came.

The light rain quickly turned into a downpour. In the heavy rain curtain, the splendid light fell rapidly, and the energy generated by the collision swayed in an arc.

The gravel splashed and the dust was everywhere.

Feng Ci was repelled by dozens of feet, and Qianqiu's sword pierced into the ground, creating a very deep ravine.

He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This body is too weak.

I don't think that on weekdays, but when I really started, I realized the limitations of this fleshly body. The body of this ordinary young man could not bear such a strong spirit.

Feng Ci only felt the sound of Weng Ming in his head, and the muscles and bones all over his body were screaming for severe pain.

"people……"

Pei Qianyue had just fallen beside him not far away, he got up and walked in front of him, his lips also a little red.

But the situation seems to be much better than rhetoric.

At least he can still get up.

Feng Ci pressed his chest and coughed a few times. He tried to get up and felt that his limbs could not be used. He could only smile bitterly: "...It's outrageous."

Pei Qianyue: "Huh?"

"You are a big demon who has practiced for three thousand years, a puppet with an immortal body..." Feng Ci knelt down on one knee, and the side face was reflected by the lightning flashing in the sky, "Just bully me, right?"

Fights are not fun.

"Stop talking." Pei Qianyue raised his hand and pressed his vest, and slowly crossed the spirit into it.

Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked forward. In the thunder and lightning, the slender and slender youth slowly stood up in the rain curtain.

The young man's injury is actually no less serious than his.

Fang Cai's rhetoric has already been tested, and this guy in front of him has inherited all the assets of his heyday, possessing his cultivation base and weapons, but that's all. Even if Feng Ci can't do everything right now, it is reasonable to say that it is not a problem to join forces with Pei Qianyue to clean up this thing.

But the tricky thing is that this thing is immortal.

The young man stood up with the sword in his hand, blood seeping from all over his body, and his whole body was soaked by the rain, and the rain mixed with blood and water on his feet. But soon, the blood on his body disappeared cleanly, and he showed his long sword and looked at the two people in front of him calmly.

"Are you still coming?"

"..." Feng Ci turned to ask Pei Qianyue, "Did I speak so irritatingly before?"

Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "No."

Fengci said "Oh" and was relieved: "That's good."

Feeling that his limbs gradually recovered, Feng Ci pushed Pei Qianyue's hand away from his vest, and stood up on the other's arm: "Save your breath."

With a long sword in his hand, he said coldly, "There is still a tough battle waiting to be fought."

"You still stop me?" The young man's voice was indifferent, "You should see that I am not finished yet."

Feng Ci: "So what?"

The young man sighed softly: "This time, I just want to take 80 lives at Folding Sword Villa. You are still useful, and you don't need to sacrifice here."

"It's still useful?" Feng Ci's eyes narrowed, "What's the use, is it useful to you, or to the person who made you?"

The youth did not answer.

Feng Ci didn't care, and smiled: "Then I understand."

"That means..." The golden light of the long sword in his hand suddenly rose, and the sword light reflected in his eyes, reflecting his bright smile, "I can't die yet, right?"

Feng Ci let go of Pei Qianyue's hand, and the long sword in his hand rolled up the rain and gust of wind, and slashed towards the young man. As he guessed, when he gave up the defense and attacked, the youth hesitated instead.

- This man dare not kill him.

With a puff, Feng Ci's sword penetrated the young man's heart, and with a single step, he nailed the young man to the ground.

He stepped on his former body, with a cold and chilling smile on his face.

All of this happened very fast, and the sudden explosion of the soul made Feng Ci almost see the sound of his bones shattering inch by inch, but he still smiled, as if the severe pain brought him not pain, but unprecedented pleasure.

Three thousand years of joy that has not been seen before.

Blood poured out of the youth's mouth, and he struggled, unable to break the long sword that penetrated his heart.

"I can't die because I killed you with my own hands." Feng Ci leaned over, looked at the young man's blood-stained face, which was still shockingly beautiful, and said calmly, "Am I right? "

The young man shook his head: "Not now."

"I know." Feng Ci's eyes were cold, "but why should I be yours?"

When he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the sky above the two of them. The sky was filled with golden light, and in the light, an upside-down bronze tripod slowly emerged.

Phantom Ding.

It can trap all the fairies, demons, gods and demons in this world, making them fall into nightmares forever, and never get supernatural things.

Trapped in a body that has lost its soul.

The youth's pupils suddenly shrank.

Feng Ci's right ring finger flashed a faint red light, he turned his head to look over, Pei Qianyue stood not far away, and the seal in his hand had not disappeared.

The Magic Spirit Cauldron was originally the last killer move that Feng Ci prepared.

It should be said that if there is no Magic Spirit Cauldron in Zhejian Villa, Feng Ci may not agree to use Zhejian Villa as a bait to attract the real murderer to appear here.

The young man realized what was about to happen, and struggled violently: "You can't go against...you can't!"

Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "Accept."

The air stopped for a moment.

Then, the wind swept through and the rain poured down. The Illusory Spirit Cauldron seemed to be transformed into a beast, opening its chaotic mouth towards Fang and the two.

The huge suction took Feng Ci and the young man off the ground. Feng Ci could no longer bear the severe pain of shattering muscles and bones. When his hand was loosened, the Qianqiu Sword turned into a shredded light and dissipated into the void.

For a moment, someone wrapped his arms around his waist and brought him into his arms.

Feng Ci was out of breath to raise his hand. He looked at the man in front of him and was about to say something, but the expression on his face changed abruptly.

A dark hand suddenly grabbed Pei Qianyue's shoulder.

Feng Ci's gaze crossed Pei Qianyue's shoulder and saw that familiar, extremely beautiful and extremely cold face.

"You can't...you shouldn't disobey him—!"

The young man got angry out of nowhere, and pulled the two who had left the bronze tripod back to the golden light. The gust of wind whizzed past, and at the critical moment, Pei Qianyue only had time to push the wind word—

"Pei Qianyue!"

Feng Ci fell back to the ground heavily, and his body rolled several meters before he stopped because he hit a "chaotic" stone.

The golden light above the head dissipated, the bronze tripod flipped in mid-air, and a loud noise came to the ground.

The hustle and bustle dissipated.

The youth and Pei Qianyue had disappeared.

"Xian... Xianzun!"

Soon someone came to Feng Ci, and some people tried to help him up, but Feng Ci ignored him.

He just looked at the copper tripod that had been silent again, and smiled softly: "Pei Qianyue, you are a lunatic."

The noise was getting louder and louder, and Feng Ci could hardly understand what they were shouting. His body was so badly injured that his muscles and bones were almost completely broken, and there was not a single part of his body that was not bleeding.

In the panic, Feng Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed a person's sleeve.

"Heal me." Feng Ci's voice was hoarse, blood gushing out of his mouth with every word he said, "Don't let me die."

After saying this, Feng Ci gently closed his eyes and fell down without ground.

No one saw him, the moment his body fell, a cloud of blue smoke floated out from the top of his head, turning into a handsome young man in midair.

After leaving the physical body, the bone-piercing pain in the body should also subside.

but none.

Feng Ci lowered his head, raised his hand to press his heart, his heart was beating violently in the chest cavity, and there was severe pain between his breaths.

"That's how it feels."

Feng Ci laughed lightly, and his figure turned into a cloud of blue smoke again, floating into the copper tripod.

The Magic Spirit Cauldron was a peerless treasure created by a senior in the cultivation world during the war between humans and demons. Later, in order to deal with the demons, the senior gave it to the human allies headed by Fengci. However, after the war was settled, he somehow fell into the world and came into the hands of Folding Sword Villa.

Feng Ci used this item to subdue many demons, but it was the first time he entered it.

Inside the Illusory Spirit Cauldron is a chaotic space.

Feng Ci originally entered here in the form of a divine soul, but when he landed lightly in the chaos, he found that he had recovered his body.

The young man looked cold and long, and he was appointed to the land.

Not surprisingly.

Illusions are independent spaces. In order to make the created illusions more real and more "fascinated", "confused" and "sex", they usually make up for a flaw. Therefore, in this illusion, Feng Ci returned to its original appearance.

But he wasn't happy at all.

——Anyone who has just had a fight with his own body will feel awkward.

So absurd.

He has lived for so many years, and he never thought that he would encounter such absurd things.

Feng Ci shook his head and stepped forward.

In the dark space, light mirrors appeared one after another, and the mirrors reflected Fengci's past appearance.

Feng Ci patiently looked at the "sex" one by one.

With a light mirror, a huge crack was torn open in the horizon, and the billowing demonic breath spewed out like a flood, and in an instant it devoured the people who cast the spell.

Two-sided light mirrors, the people who were swallowed by the magic breath did not die, they became huge, gave birth to wings and horns, bit each other and swallowed each other, blood dripping, beyond recognition.

Three sides, four sides... Feng Ci saw the young man stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, fighting to the death with the monster.

At the end of the picture, the young Feng Ci cut off the head of the demon.

His head rolled down to Feng Ci's feet, he half-kneeled, raised his hand and gently closed the wide-open eyes of the blurry-faced demon.

"—Master."

Feng Ci closed his eyes.

The Magic Spirit Cauldron is said to be able to recreate the most desperate and painful memories of a person's life, trapping people forever in this endless nightmare, and tormenting them forever.

Those who are set, will be tortured by this fantasy until the madman dies, since he can no longer find a way to escape.

It is indeed a very wicked magic weapon.

Feng Ci chuckled and continued to walk forward.

The further you go, the faster the picture in the light mirror changes. Scenes of light and shadow staggered and changed, and countless light mirrors circled around Feng Ci, circling at a dizzying speed.

Feng Ci stood in the depths of this vortex and said softly, "Enough is enough."

The changing light and shadow suddenly stopped.

In the light mirror in front of Ting Fengci, he was still young, kneeling on the top of the cliff, his eyes firmly looking at the sky covered with black clouds.

Feng Ci remembered that this was probably the day when he prayed for the way of heaven and gave him the supreme way.

He shook his eyes with his past self, and there was a trace of mockery in his eyes: "Is there a moment in my life that I haven't been in pain and despair."

"—Can you pick it out?"

When he finished speaking, the light mirror in front of him suddenly shook violently.

Slight shattering sounds came one after another, and cracks appeared on the surface of the light mirror, shattered, fell, and finally turned into debris and drifted into the void.

Thousands of light mirrors were all shattered in an instant.

The Magic Spirit Cauldron is based on the most painful memories in a person's life, weaving a fantasy world, but it doesn't know what kind of fantasy world it should weave.

Because in Feng Ci's heart, no memory can afford the word "most".

I am afraid that even the senior who made the Illusory Cauldron thousands of years ago could not have imagined that the method of cracking the Illusionary Cauldron was so simple.

Feng Ci took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in that chaotic space.

He stepped on the soft grass, the sun shone through the shade of the trees, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wet grass after the rain.

Feng Ci looked up at the sky and roughly guessed where it was.

This is Lingwu Mountain three hundred years ago.