In Wumeng Linggu at this time—
Patriarch Xiuning and a group of people were worried about the shaking Fen Ji Sword.
"Patriarch, what should we do about this? Fen Ji, which originally would take a while to awaken, is now constantly shaking..."
For some unknown reason, starting a few days ago—
Fen Ji had been restless.
Even many of his tribesmen had been infected by evil spirits and eventually became confused.
For this reason, Xiuning's wife had been injured.
"Or send someone to Youdu to find the Nuwa Temple. If the descendants of Nuwa can take action, we'll naturally have peace of mind!"
"But Youdu is very far away. And even if we go, we can't be completely insured!"
"Then what should we do?"
Everyone looked at the patriarch.
The latter thought hard, gritted his teeth and said: "If we can't manage it ourselves, please contact Tianyong City. We can't hang ourselves on a single tree!"
"Yes. Just do as the patriarch said..."
Just the day after they discussed it—
Boom.
In the sky, there was suddenly a deafening thunderbolt!
Accompanied by the loud sound, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky.
Xiuning's face changed drastically. She exclaimed: "No! There's a thief who wants to seize the Fen Ji Sword..."
All the clansmen escaped from their homes one after another and ran toward the Bingyan Cave.
They saw—before the Bingyan Cave—
A man in white clothes pure as snow stood there. He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor.
A fiery red long sword lay in his hand.
Xiuning recognized at a glance that this sword was Fen Ji. But she didn't know why this sword would lie quietly in this man's hand.
"Who are you? Why do you destroy the barrier and take away this Demon Sword of Silence?"
"I... I am the Chief Priest of the Eternal God Faith, Ouyang Shaogong... As for this Fen Ji—huh... I want it to be useless, so I'll give it to you..."
The soul inside had been taken away by him.
Only infinite evil spirits were left, breeding within it.
Although his distracted soul could continue to stay in it—making it a peerless magic weapon—
Ouyang Shaogong's soul had been split for so long.
Even if it were given to him, he wouldn't want it.
As for the people here—he didn't bother to kill them. A group of dogs bewitched by Nuwa—let you suffer all the torture!
Click.
The moment Fen Ji fell to the ground—
Countless fierce and hostile airs rushed straight into the sky.
The entire village was transformed into a land of Asura under the power of Fen Ji.
Some people with weak resistance became monsters!
There were some like Patriarch Xiuning who had cultivation bases. Seeing things were going poorly, she picked up the Fen Ji Sword and walked toward the Bingyan Cave. But after Fen Ji lost its soul—
It became extremely irritable.
It directly swallowed Xiuning's soul.
Of course—how could a human soul compare with an immortal soul? So Fen Ji began its devouring journey.
The entire village—except Han Yunxi—was swallowed.
But this little baby was not harmed because of his parents' obsession.
However, he was suffocated.
His spiritual platform was contaminated and he became the Son of the Devil!
In Youdu.
The mother-in-law who received the letter said decisively: "Feng Guangmo, go. Return after repairing the barrier!"
"Yes, mother-in-law."
"What about me... what about me?"
Feng Qingxue looked at her mother-in-law eagerly—only to receive a blank stare.
Granny Peng said to her: "How old is your girl? It's too early for an eight-year-old girl to go. Practice your methods obediently..."
"Oh..."
Feng Qingxue replied in a depressed mood, feeling very sad.
Then a gentle palm pressed on her head.
She heard Feng Guangmo say to her: "Little sister, brother will be back soon. Don't be sad... I'll bring you a gift..."
"Mm! Brother said so—I want colorful kites, and candied hawthorn... and..."
The little girl was curious about everything.
The desires in her heart were very small.
And her understanding was also very limited—all from books. So she longed for the outside world.
To comfort his sister—
Feng Guangmo naturally agreed, then walked outside.
For some reason—
Feng Qingxue looked at her brother's back.
She always felt something bad would happen!
As one of the Wu Xian, Feng Guangmo's speed should not be underestimated.
It was shortly after Ouyang Shaogong left—
He arrived at Wumeng Linggu.
At this time, the barrier was broken.
There were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. They had died miserably and turned into blackened bodies.
"This... what the hell happened here?"
Feng Guangmo was extremely shocked. Soon his eyes were drawn to the wave of evil spirits at the cave entrance. Then he saw Han Yunxi, who was holding a sword and had fallen unconscious.
He ran over quickly.
After checking Fen Ji, he found countless evil spirits inside.
"Damn it! Am I a step too late..."
The ice cave at this time had been broken.
If he wanted to suppress the Fen Ji Sword, his strength alone was no longer enough. He must return to Youdu and have Empress Nuwa take action.
Otherwise, once Fen Ji broke free—
There would surely be another catastrophe in the world!
Feng Guangmo checked the child and found no harm. So he wanted to investigate nearby to see if there were any clues.
Just as he turned around—
The Fen Ji that had been placed on the ground—
Suddenly flew up and pierced his back.
Squelch.
A terrifying force began burning Feng Guangmo's life.
"Oh... it's you..."
He turned his head and looked behind him. He saw Han Yunxi lying on the ground. At this moment, he was enveloped in murderous intent and sneered at him.
"Blame yourself for not coming earlier. My parents died because you were late. So you should go with them too..."
The enchanted Han Yunxi urged Fen Ji.
He directly tore the opponent's soul into pieces, sucked it into the Fen Ji Sword, then sat cross-legged on the ground.
Silently digesting the power inside.
Hatred could change a person's mind.
After seeing Fen Ji kill his parents and all the clansmen—how could the young Han Yunxi resist?
"One day, I will take revenge... kill everyone... and find the man in white..."
Han Yunxi's voice was as terrifying as a night owl.
This was not a sound a child could make at all.
At this moment, Han Yunxi's soul had long been swallowed by countless fierce auras.
The one who was alive now was just a puppet named Revenge.
The three souls and six spirits had all been eroded long ago.
He had become the sword slave of Fen Ji.
Just when Han Yunxi was about to leave, a wave of power came from the horizon.
He rolled his eyes, then dropped the Fen Ji Sword on the ground. Then he lay on the ground with his eyes closed.
Pretending to be unconscious.
Unexpectedly, another idiot would be fooled.
Just to kill some more people—or his father would be lonely.
Whoosh.
A sword light fell from the sky.
Looking at the terrible scene of the tribe—
Reverend Ziyin frowned. Who had destroyed this place first?