Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The runes appeared, and the fog of the past finally cleared away a little.

As the runes flowed between his hands, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered the feeling at the moment of separation. Xiao Fuxuan is right. It is indeed unbearable for ordinary people and makes them miserable.

But that kind of pain is a bit more special for him - he was reborn in a sacred tree, and the soul in his body is empty, while the spirit of the sacred tree is the reality. So when the spirit was separated, the towering tree with flowers falling all year round was still as silent as before, and all the pain fell on him.

It was a pain like a shadow, intangible and hard to touch, and I didn’t even know how to relieve it, but it really existed.

It was the only strange feeling in the world. His body was unscathed, and the soul in his body was intact when anyone in the world came to see it. But in fact, his real soul had been divided into pieces along with the sacred tree. Two, it is never complete again.

Two kinds of runes, positive and negative, are hidden in his body, representing the two halves of the sacred tree, one hand is withered, and the other is prosperous.

So when the disciples of the Hua family put a soul-finding talisman on him to check whether he was an evil spirit, he subconsciously changed his hand. Because when his two wrists are stretched out, there will be different results. On one side, there is a dry and dead energy that ordinary people should not have, and on the other side, there is vitality that cannot see any problems.

Even though he had forgotten all about his past life and could not remember these things, he never missed reaching out.

Every time he hands his wrist out, every time he grabs Xiao Fuxuan, every time he lets Xiao Fuxuan's energy flow in through his fingertips, it's that hand that is full of vitality.

And those qi energy wandered in his body, even if they passed through all the meridians and key points, no clues could be found. Because there is still a virtual soul in his body, no matter how he probes, the result is safe and sound.

…

***

Xiao Fuxuan looked at his two hands with soul-splitting runes, and his expression was as ugly as ever.

No wonder...

No wonder no matter what he did, Wu Xingxue's so-called tribulation period could never completely get better. No wonder the coldness can't be dispelled like a gangrene attached to the bones. It grows again as soon as it is suppressed, and the source cannot even be found.

Everything comes from this.

Because Wu Xingxue's real soul had already been greatly damaged and split into two. This image in the body is just a shadow used to deceive people.

If the root does not move and faces the shadow, no matter how hard you recover, it will be in vain.

You- He raised his eyes to look at Wu Xingxue, his pale thin lips moved, and just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden explosion behind him.

Xiao Fuxuan looked back, and Wu Xingxue also raised his eyes suddenly.

It turned out that the Dian Zhao array set up by Feng Xueli suddenly showed abnormal behavior after repeated attempts failed. The spiritual energy flowing from all directions in Zhaoye City to Quebuluo Courtyard fluctuated violently, as if it was boiling suddenly. of water.

The golden characters that flickered on the towering tree quickly faded along the lines of the trunk, retreating to the roots of the tree, and the entire soil cracked under Hua Xin's palm.

There is a roaring wind beneath every crack, like a giant dragon rising from the depths of the earth.

The wind instantly wrapped around Feng Xueli's palm, pulling him down with force that could lift a mountain -

If an ordinary disciple of the Immortal Sect or an ordinary evil demon were in this situation, they would either be pulled by the huge force, crushed to pieces, and sucked directly to the ground. Or one of his arms would be torn off while trying to break free.

But Feng Xue Li did not.

He turned his wrist holding the lamp, and the light drew a dazzling circle on the head of the pole.

Wherever the aperture marks, the coercion is released like a sharp iron blade, cutting even the wind.

The strong wind that entangled him suddenly broke. He closed his palm and instantly dissipated in the wind like blue smoke. The next moment, his figure appeared in the other corner of the yard.

When the formation fails, it will collapse and disappear, and this movement is a kind of backlash when it collapses and disappears.

Feng Xue Li's figure was like smoke, and he avoided it just right.

However, the surging spiritual power of the large calling array under the tree has nowhere to vent, like an invisible wave, roaring away in all directions.

That bursting sound was heard at this time.

Wu Xingxue raised his eyes and felt the surging force coming towards him. He subconsciously raised his hand to strike, and felt like he was being completely protected in his arms.

Xiao Fuxuan faced the tall tree and the collapsed formation with his back on his shoulders, hugging him with one hand, holding the long sword in the other hand, turning his back and blocking sideways -

Clang!

Just as the sharp sound of gold and stone colliding was heard, sparks flew out from the sword blade.

The surging spiritual power was blocked by his sword energy.

The flying sparks were scorching and dazzling. Wu Xingxue squinted her long eyes and heard Xiao Fuxuan hugging him tightly and his raw voice ringing in his ears.

He said: Wu Xingxue, how can you do this?

The pain of being separated is unbearable for human beings. Even immortals feel like they are being torn alive, with their liver and gallbladder torn apart.

How could you do it?

I... Wu Xingxue opened his mouth and found that he had no words to answer.

Because he couldn't say anything, he couldn't explain why he was like this, and why he came to the step of separating spirits from the sacred tree.

But at a certain moment, perhaps because of the impact of the summoning formation just now, he vaguely felt that something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it in his haste.

Under the influence of Meng Ling, those memories were like being covered by a huge black curtain. Now, because of Feng Xueli’s “summoning” array, the giant tree where the bird is not falling has been stimulated a bit, and this stimulation It fell on him again. As a result, the black curtain seemed to be looming

Open a corner.

Wu Xingxue was startled.

In a daze, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

what happened? Wu Xingxue frowned and asked Xiao Fuxuan: Whose blood is yours?

No. Xiao Fuxuan replied.

They turned around suddenly, followed the smell of blood, and found that it was Feng Xue Li's blood.

***

Feng Xueli retreated to the courtyard wall, but still looked up at the lush giant tree.

He made two quick cuts in his palm, and without blinking he raised his bloody palm and clenched it into a fist. The blood dripped along the fist and formed a puddle on the ground.

He didn't show too much unwillingness, nor did he show too much embarrassment just because the formation failed. His expression was still calm, but he looked a little pale and colorless because of the blood.

But his actions revealed a hidden stubbornness.

Xiaohu was hit hard by the surging spiritual power, and he hit the courtyard wall hard. The force on his abdomen and back caused him to vomit a large mouthful of blood.

He was so confused and frightened before because of the words Mingwu Immortal Head that he even forgot to take action. Only after this heavy blow did he suddenly come back to his senses.

He thought again of the thought that had occurred to him countless times——

The young master he grew up with seemed to have slowly disappeared, or was hiding in a corner of this body, unable to make a sound anymore. But now, this Feng Xue Li, who always has a calm face but a hint of coercion, is actually someone else.

He has been avoiding thinking about this problem. On the one hand, he is unwilling to accept it, and on the other hand, he feels that such a big Feng family is, after all, a famous immortal sect in the world. Feng Xueli was the youngest son of the Feng family, and he had a pair of brothers and sisters who headed the family. No matter whether they were close or not, no one would be so bold as to borrow the body of the youngest son under the nose of the Feng family.

He couldn't think of anyone who could do such a thing, but now, the words Ming Wu Xian Shou seemed to have the answer to everything.

Yes, what if the perpetrator is not from the human world, but is a higher being than the Immortal Sect? If it were Mingwu Immortal Head, it wouldn't be very difficult to do such a thing under the Feng family's nose.

But there are so many living human bodies in the world. If the immortal leader wanted to borrow the living human body to return to his soul, why did he choose the youngest son of the Feng family who rarely left the house?

Is there something special about the Feng family, or is there something special about this youngest son that even Ming Wuhuaxin has to look at differently?

What's more, it was Ming Wuhua's letter...

That was the Immortal Head of Lingtai who was once the most highly respected among the Immortal Sects in the world, and the Immortal who was worshiped the most everywhere. His portraits hang in many places, and his statues dominate many city houses.

In the past, not only the common people, but also the disciples of the Immortal Sect often made wishes to him. Regardless of whether it is a portrait or a statue of a god, he always has his eyebrows half lowered, holding his fairy treasure Lighting the World and the Fairy Mountain White Deer, looking at everyone peacefully.

It seems that worldly things have nothing to do with him, and all worldly things fall into his eyes.

Why would such a person become like this?

Xiaohu looked at Feng Xueli's figure, and saw that the tattoos that spread from the side of his neck to his chin became more and more obvious against the pale skin. For some reason, he felt an indescribable complex feeling in his heart.

It was hard for him to describe whether it was shock, disbelief, or something else...

But all those thoughts were forgotten after seeing Feng Xue Li's hands full of blood.

Whether it was Mingwu Immortal Head or the young master he watched grow up, Xiaohu couldn't care about anything for a while. He almost instinctively rushed to Feng Xue Li's side and shouted: Master!

He covered his heart while holding the scimitar to protect Feng Xue Li's back. While saying: Master, what are you going to do again? Why do you need to bleed so much blood?!

Back off. Feng Xue Li didn't answer, but said lightly.

Master!

Back off.

The second time he spoke in a deep voice, the laughing fox was knocked away by an invisible force and retreated several feet.

When he was knocked away, Feng Xue Li stepped into the puddle of blood dripping from his own body.

In an instant, flowers sprouted under his feet.

The long branches and vines grew out of thin air from the blood puddle. They were exactly the same as the flower branches wrapped around Yun Hai at the bottom of the Great Bei Valley, and they were also exactly the same as the embroidery on the side of his neck.

Those branches spread out forward like countless slender spiritual snakes, and they were about to climb up the towering tree in the blink of an eye.

The surging spiritual power, exuding an evil aura that was neither immortal nor ghost, moved forward along the branches and vines, vibrating throughout the Quebuluo courtyard.

Those branches and vines covered the cracks in the earth tightly, and even the cracks were closed. And those spiritual powers reconnected the broken and collapsed Summoning formation.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xingxue understood instantly——

Feng Xue Li was really persistent, and he actually wanted to try again.

***

As for Feng Xue Li, he had not seen the runes that appeared and disappeared in Wu Xingxue's hands, and he had never set foot in the Canglang North Territory, which was dedicated to imprisoning evil spirits. After all, it was the territory controlled by Xiao Fuxuan.

He had never seen the dead tree that penetrated the thirty-third cave sky, and it was even more impossible for him to realize the connection between that dead tree and the tree called Quebuluo.

Therefore, he had no way of knowing that the sacred tree had been divided into spirits.

In his opinion, the giant tree in front of him was the sacred tree. He had checked it for a long time and there was no reason to be mistaken.

And as long as this is a sacred tree, he should be able to succeed.

If it doesn't work for a while, then he will try again.

He has waited patiently for so many years, he should not retreat so easily, otherwise

So what are the previous hundreds of years?

He couldn't retreat, and there was nothing to retreat from.

I can’t remember exactly when, but someone once said: “It’s not a bad thing to be reluctant to give in. Anyway, I don’t think it is a bad thing. It’s just that I look stupid occasionally. But so what? I’ll do my thing. , he said that he couldn’t bother me.”

The person who said this was a little angry for some unknown reason. He talked to himself for a while, then suddenly changed the subject and asked, Is there anything in this world that can make you reluctant to forgive me?

It definitely doesn't exist now. I don't know if there will be in the future. I... The speaker shook his head and smiled, then said Hey, Am I lucky enough to see you? I'm really curious.

At that time, he had nothing to answer, because what the man said was quite reasonable, and he had no way to refute or predict anything.

But today, he can answer: Now there is.

Unfortunately, no one is waiting for this answer.

But that's okay.

Isn't that what it means to be unwilling to give in? Even if no one is waiting or watching, he still has to try again.

If the spiritual power is not enough, just recruit some more people. If the formation is not heavy enough, add some more blood.

***

When those flower branches were repairing the formation, the blue-grey sky of the night city was thundering, and the demons, large and small, who had gathered around them all felt the wind blowing from their faces at that moment, carrying the fragrance of flowers and trees from nowhere.

They were confused for a moment in the aroma, and suddenly felt spiritual energy surge under their feet.

There seemed to be an irresistible bamboo pump underground, and the huge suction wrapped around their legs, making them unable to move. I just feel that the evil energy all over my body is flowing rapidly towards the soles of my feet, as if someone has drawn it away.

The demons were shocked and confused!

what happened?

I...I can't move!

Is this a plot?!

definitely is.

Who did it? Who had the guts to—

You still need to ask? Who else do you think it could be?

…

Indeed, the entire Zhaoye City could not find the third answer.

Sure enough, they soon discovered that the evil energy flowing rapidly in their bodies was flowing towards the Quebuluo, which had been borrowed out of thin air.

The borrower was none other than Feng Xue Li.

The various formations he has deployed in Zhaoye City over the years have all worked, and they can help him at this moment. Both his body and soul have been damaged, and he is far from his peak state, but with the borrowed evil energy, he can do it again.

He is not a reckless person, and he still has a backup plan.

If the Point Summoning formation cannot be completed today, then he can use these evil spirits to twist the formation and create a restriction around the towering tree of Que Bu Luo that he can pass through.

In this way, if there is a suitable time in the future, he will still have a way to come to this tree.

***

Feng Xue Li planned this, with his long body carrying the wind, he was about to step in front of the giant tree in one step.

However, as soon as his boots touched the ground, he felt a breath of frost sweeping towards him.

It was a kind of cold air that no one could avoid. The moment he was hit by that cold air, it was as if his whole body was frozen from the outside to the inside.

He seemed to be able to feel frost forming on his eyebrows. Not only that, but even his internal organs were covered with pale frost at that moment.

Only one person has this kind of extremely cold energy...

It was none other than Wu Xingxue.

Feng Xueli stopped suddenly and saw Wu Xingxue's slender fingers already in front of him. The frosty breath flowed out from the fingers on his sleeves.

Wu Xingxue bent his long finger, and Feng Xue Li turned into a puff of smoke and dust again and disappeared in front of his finger.

With a small number of enemies, there is no need for an immortal head. Wu Xingxue's voice seemed to be filled with frosty air, appearing light and fuzzy in the snow and mist falling from the giant tree.

The smoke and dust instantly gathered behind Wu Xingxue, so fast that it couldn't even blink.

Feng Xueli flicked his fingers, and the light he held was swept in a circle, and the firelight instantly enveloped Wu Xingxue in it. Only then did he answer: Not necessarily.

What? Wu Xingxue was startled.

It may not be that a small number can defeat a large number. Feng Xue Li answered completely.

The moment the words fell, Wu Xingxue frowned, feeling that something was not good.

Sure enough, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and countless candles burned in front of his eyes. He could see countless lamps swaying slightly in the wind, and the firelight was connected into pieces and extremely blurry.

The experience was really uncomfortable, like being blinded by the light, let alone trying to figure out the east, west, north, and south.

Wu Xingxue could feel that Feng Xue Li's ring sweep was not an attack, but an intention to trap him in this prison. The moment the lantern cage came up, he vaguely saw Feng Xueli's moves directed at Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little weird.

Why was he the one trapped and Xiao Fuxuan the one attacking?

He is the one in the period of tribulation. As we all know, the evil spirits in the period of tribulation cannot be vigorous, and there is no way to refute the word weak. If a normal person wants to choose an opponent, he should choose him instead of Xiao Fuxuan, right?

Why did Feng Xue Li do the opposite?

unless……

Except in Feng Xue Li's view, Xiao Fuxuan was even more constrained at this time. Or maybe Feng Xue Li did something to make Xiao Fuxuan even more constrained at this time.

Think about this and then think about it

Wu Xingxue's face darkened as he said It's not necessarily the case that the few are against the many just now, and he was eager to get out of this prison.

But he doesn't remember any tricks to break the formation...

The smile that often floated in Wu Xingxue's eyes was not visible at the moment, and the slightly lowered ends of his eyes made him look unusually cold.

If you don't remember the move to break the formation, you can only force it.

But Feng Xue Li is not an ordinary person. The prison he has set up is probably the same as the barrier that Xiao Fuxuan has enveloping Que Buluo. It cannot be broken through in a few or two moves.

But Wu Xingxue had no sharp blade and his hands were empty.

He gently rubbed his fingers hanging by his side, and white frost suddenly formed on his fingertips and spread upwards. Under the operation of extremely cold energy, even the breath seems to turn into ice in an instant.

He tensed his hands, and the evil energy as thick as the ocean tide poured out, followed by an even stronger murderous aura...

***

Feng Xueli divided Que Buluo into two, separating Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan. He took advantage of the obstruction and influence of Zhaoye City's thousands of evil spirits on Tiansu to fight with Xiao Fuxuan.

In this situation, he had Xiaohu and Fang Chu by his side, but Xiao Fuxuan only had Ning Huaishan. It turns out that he was outnumbered.

He originally thought that he could gain a slight advantage through this, even if he only had time for one move, as long as he could open the formation again.

Then he soon discovered that he was wrong...

When he heard the loud noise of another prison collapsing, Feng Xue Li turned around in surprise.

It is obvious that Wu Xingxue has lost all his memory and is still in the tribulation period. It is obvious that the demon's energy during the tribulation period is extremely restricted and the internal damage is huge. It is obvious that the prison should be able to trap the opponent for a long time. Obviously...

No matter how many presuppositions he had, they all became illusory at this time. When the collapse sound sounded, he should have understood that he would not be able to get any benefits today.

***

In fact, Feng Xue Li's presupposition was not wrong. Wu Xingxue's energy was indeed stiff and stagnant when running around his body, and every time he moved for a week, he became colder every time a killing move landed on the prison.

By the end, he was so cold that his whole body ached.

But he encountered a turning point along the way...

Just when he was almost too cold to do anything, he suddenly felt that the stiff and stagnant energy in his body was flowing again, as if spring water was slowly thawing in the warm breeze.

It's like a person who has been ill for a long time suddenly begins to heal on his own.

Wu Xingxue didn't care to think too much, and grabbed the warmth that was born out of thin air, and transformed it into the energy of the whole body. After a while, he was no longer so pale and colorless.

And the moment he recovered, his four killing moves violently landed on the four elephants in the prison. When each move lands, it almost carries the force of Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder.

For a moment, sand and gravel splashed, and the ground seemed to be split by an invisible sword, creating cracks dozens of feet deep!

The sealed prison rumbled at that moment, and the moment the last one fell, a huge crack opened from the sky, and the entire prison collapsed into countless fragments.

When the prison collapsed, Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan through the crack. The opponent made a move with the word-free sword, and a huge golden shadow fell from the air, heading straight for Feng Xue Li. His face was extremely cold, but there were no injuries on his body.

fine……

Wu Xingxue breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he froze.

Because after he broke through the prison, in order to help Xiao Fuxuan, he once again grabbed the little warmth that inexplicably grew in his body and wanted to circulate his energy for another week.

But at that time, he clearly saw Xiao Fuxuan's sword energy stagnating for a moment, his face was cold and bloodless, and the hand holding the sword oozed blood from the tiger's mouth.

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Wu Xingxue's mind - his sudden self-healing was not really without origin, but because of Xiao Fuxuan.

When this idea came to him, he was confused for a moment.

So he tried again, using the warmth to circulate his energy again. This time he stopped immediately as soon as it started running, because he found that Xiao Fuxuan's state was really changing with him.

He was getting better gradually, but Xiao Fuxuan's blood color was getting lighter and lighter.

How is this going?