Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The subscription ratio is insufficient, and the new chapter will be eaten by gluttons~ When other things no longer move, the only one that can move will be particularly conspicuous.

Yi Wusheng is the only one.

Nearly a thousand disciples of the Hua family came after him, and they suddenly stopped and looked at Yi Wusheng with fear on their faces.

what happened?

Shouldn't Sir be in retreat?!

yes!

Then why does he appear here, mixed with evil spirits?

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was filled with dead silence.

Because everyone knew the answer - the way Yi Wusheng stumbled and rushed into the building impatiently was too obvious.

He is not among the demons, he is one of the demons.

Like those buried underground, they were attracted by a strong man and ran around alive in Taohuazhou all night.

The Hua family disciples never expected this result, and they all froze in place, at a loss.

Only one person stopped unsteadily and fell out of the crowd.

careful--

With a cry of surprise, the man fell into the dirt stirred up by the demon. He screamed Ahhh crazily, rolling and crawling in an attempt to escape.

It was none other than Madman A Yao.

Ah Yao!

A Yao, come back—

The disciple in front was about to pull him away when he saw Yi Wusheng suddenly turned back.

His body didn't move, and his neck twisted in a way that a living person couldn't.

A Yao...

Ah Yao...

Doctor Wusheng sighed twice, and then suddenly moved his fingers——

A Yao, who was rolling on the ground, seemed to be grabbed from the air and dragged to the doctor Wusheng in an instant.

The doctor clamped his neck and dragged him into the house.

Ah Yao!!

gentlemen--

The disciples all raised their swords, and the sword intent of nearly a thousand people surged like a strong wind, but they still failed to strike.

Some of them studied under Yi Wusheng, and some were treated by Yi Wusheng. Even if he didn't have either, he still drank the disciple soup prepared by Yi Wusheng to strengthen the body and nourish the Qi.

Even if Mr. is neither a human nor a ghost at this moment, they can't do anything.

But if we don’t take action, Ah Yao will be finished!

Because demons are always hungry and will eat when they are hungry. They feed on human souls and flesh.

But Yi Wusheng had been in seclusion for many days and was already very hungry.

***

A Yao punched and kicked, struggling constantly.

His neck was clamped and he couldn't scream. He could only make a faint sound of ho ho in his throat.

The sword energy on his body flew everywhere, hitting everywhere in the house, and instantly the floor was in a mess.

Yi Wusheng was scratched many times by the sword energy, and blood was oozing out, but he didn't notice it at all. He just lifted A Yao up and leaned over to smell the vitality.

Purple veins appeared on the back of his hand, and the skin looked as thin as a film.

Hoo...ho... Ayao's neck turned red and purple, his eyes focused hard, and he stared hard at Yi Wusheng.

Yi Wusheng's expression was numb and he let him look at him, his other hand covering the top of his head.

The next moment, A Yao froze suddenly, his whole body shaking like chaff.

That was the reaction of the spirit and flesh being gradually withdrawn from the body. Even if he is a madman, he can clearly feel the fear.

He finally hissed out and grabbed Yi Wusheng's hand.

In the overwhelming fear, he finally squeezed out one word: Teacher——

Doctor Wusheng froze.

Hearing that word, his fingers twitched twice.

It was as if the remaining spiritual consciousness was trying to squeeze out the demonic instinct.

It's a pity that there are too few left.

He twisted a few times and opened his mouth. Before the word 杳 came out, his fingers had already tightened.

Ahhhh——

A Yao screamed.

Sudden!

There was a burst of snow in the whole room, which made Yi Wusheng shrink back.

The next moment, a giant sword loomed straight down from the second floor, smashed down and was inserted in front of Yi Wusheng.

Yi Wusheng suddenly let go!

He was knocked away by Sen Han's sword intent and slammed into a wooden pillar, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue were already in front of them.

A Yao lay on the ground, coughing until he was dizzy.

He wanted to run but his hands and feet were weak. After struggling for a moment, he simply turned over and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

Can this little lunatic survive? Wu Xingxue bent down and felt A Yao's breath.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at his movements and pressed the back of his index finger against A Yao's forehead.

Can live.

Most of the spirit is still there and has not been sucked out.

Then his luck is pretty good. Wu Xingxue put away the hand that was sniffing and imitated Xiao Fuxuan, leaning against A Yao's forehead and heart.

It doesn't rely on any famous appearance.

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

Xiao Fuxuan: What did you find out?

Wu Xingxue: My head is hotter than my hands.

He straightened up as he spoke and turned to look at the doctor Wusheng who was vomiting blood. After a moment, he reached out his hand eagerly.

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

He stopped him and pushed the person behind his back with no expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and checked the spirit again.

Yi Wusheng is different from A Yao.

He was filled with evil energy, which was completely incompatible with Xiao Fuxuan's immortal consciousness, and his reaction was extremely violent.

strong.

He suddenly stood up, turned over on the spot, and tried to escape from Xiao Fuxuan's palm, but failed. Instead, he was pressed face down to the ground.

Xiao Fuxuan just put a few fingers on his back, which was like a thousand pressures on his head.

Yi Wusheng struggled in an extremely awkward manner, his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his sword fell to the ground.

Xiao Fuxuan was worried that he would draw his sword again, and just as he was about to sweep the sword away, he heard Wu Xingxue question: Xiao Fuxuan, what is that on the back of his neck?

He kept saying that he was just a mortal, but he was very courageous. At this moment, he was squatting in front of Yi Wusheng and stretched out his hand to pull Yi Wusheng's back collar.

Xiao Fuxuan frowned and was about to ask him to step aside when he saw something on the back of Yi Wusheng's neck.

It actually looked like a scar at first glance, which had been torn by something and then healed.

Immortal disciples often fight with evil spirits, and it is normal for them to have some lacerations and scratches on their bodies. What is abnormal is that the edge of this scar can be vaguely seen as ink.

It's like there was some kind of seal here, but it was blocked by scars.

Is this a puppet seal? Wu Xingxue asked.

He seems to know the puppet seal, so he can only guess this.

No. Xiao Fuxuan took another closer look, But we will never leave.

The back of the neck is one of the vital points of a living person, and the marks on this place are usually very special. The most common one is the puppet seal. But other marks are more or less related to soul control.

Could it be that... Doctor Wusheng was manipulated by others in the first place, and that's why he went on an evil path and became like this?

Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head and studied the mark carefully. The struggling doctor Wusheng suddenly paused. His neck twitched a few times and he lifted it up with difficulty.

The white eyes wandered around randomly, then slowly focused and looked at Wu Xingxue in front of him.

He woke up for a very brief moment, grabbed the hem of Wu Xingxue's robe, and moved his blood-stained lips a few times.

He looked at Wu Xingxue and said silently: Save me...

kill me……

Wu Xingxue lowered her eyes and looked at him.

Another similar image suddenly flashed through my mind.

There is also a dark room with a light on, there is also a person twitching and struggling, and there is also a mouth full of blood saying such words——

I've eaten up a lot of people...

help me……

kill me……

Please……

Xiao Fuxuan. Wu Xingxue suddenly said.

Xiao Fuxuan looked up and saw his eyes as dark as ink.

Is the doctor Wu Qi mentioned by the little disciple of the Hua family also buried in the peach blossom forest? Then is he outside the door now? Wu Xingxue asked.

Before he could say anything, Xiao Fuxuan thought of something.

The next moment, he had already rushed into the courtyard.

The disciples of the Hua family were in an uproar, and the head of the family, Hua Zhaoting, also arrived. They drew their swords and were about to charge forward when they saw a strong wind blowing out of thin air in the courtyard, wrapped in snow foam that came from nowhere, like an airtight screen, blocking them out.

Xiao Fuxuan turned a deaf ear to nearly a thousand miscellaneous people.

His sword was not unsheathed, and he only hit the ground with the tip of the sheath.

There was a huge earthquake on the ground, and the things that had been buried deep in the ground instantly flipped up. Broken limbs and skin bags were all over the yard. They were all the evil spirits that had invaded Taohuazhou and the people who had been killed by the evil spirits.

Yi Wusheng's brother, Yi Wuqi, who was rumored to have been killed by Wu Xingxue, was also inside.

If there are marks on the back of Doctor Wu's neck, it proves that he has been controlled by someone and turned into a demon.

So...could Yiwuqi also have it on the back of his neck?

If Yi Wuqi's condition is similar to that of Yi Wusheng, will it prove that the rumors back then are doubtful?

Xiao Fuxuan found Yi Wuqi's body with almost no effort.

These people originally practiced immortal magic, but after being devoured by evil spirits, they became infected with evil spirits. With the blessing of the two phases, it will not rot even if it is buried for a hundred years.

The face was still the same as when it was lying in a pool of blood, with a weird smile, and it looked terrifying.

Xiao Fuxuan has seen too much and is as still as a mountain.

He turned Yi Wuqi's head over and saw the exact same marks on the back of his neck.

really……

He whispered.

He was about to remove the wind and snow and let the Hua family see for themselves. Suddenly, I heard a clear sound from the room behind me, like a sword being unsheathed.

Xiao Fuxuan was startled.

He suddenly turned around and looked inside the room. From his angle, he could only see the flickering lights.

He walked back into the house wrapped in the cold wind.

In just a moment, Yi Wusheng, who was still under his pressure before, fell into the blood.

He had the same smile on his face as his brother, and the ground was puddled red.

The murderer was Yi Wusheng's own sword, which was currently in the hands of madman A Yao.

At first glance, the whole scene looked like a confused A Yao suddenly got up from the ground, drew his sword, and killed Doctor Wusheng.

But A Yao's expression was confused.

His eyes were wide open, breathing heavily, and he stared blankly at the face of Doctor Wusheng on the ground. The sword in his hand was covered with a layer of cold mist and dripping with blood.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at A Yao's confused face and suddenly turned to look at another person in the room.

He saw Wu Xingxue standing next to the red pillar, with the lights beside him, giving him a warm light. His hands were empty and hanging at his sides. Because of his loose robes, he looked tall and thin.

His eyes fell on

Under the shadow of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose, it looks like ink when it is hanging down, and it shines like a morning star when it is raised.

There was a long niche in the middle of the Tinghua Hall. There was a jade statue on the platform. Disciple Sasu poured incense on the statue and then left.

This statue looks exactly like the giant statue in Haruban Castle. It's just that the ones in the city are made of stone, while the one in the Hua family is made of hibiscus and jade.

Who is this? Wu Xingxue asked quietly, holding tea.

Flower letter. Xiao Fuxuan replied.

Only then did Wu Xingxue realize that this name was written on the painting behind the statue.

The painting and the jade statue are of the same person? That's really quite different. He whispered again.

... Xiao Fuxuan glanced under his nose, probably wanting him to shut up and stop talking.