"What?"
Zhong Wenru was struck by lightning and stood there blankly, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Don't you know?" Feng Qingyu glanced at him in surprise, "Judging from this little girl's memory, she and you are still old acquaintances."
"I do know a Feng Qingyu who loves to write novels. His appearance is exactly the same as the body you have now, sister." Zhong Wen was stunned for a long time before he replied with a wry smile, "I once guessed that they are two people with the same appearance. Or maybe that Feng Qingyu back then was just a disguise for the Saint of the Dark Temple to sneak into Daqian, but she never expected that she would have a dual personality."
"Dual personality?" Feng Qingyu understood these four words carefully, "If you want to express that one person has two different personalities, I'm afraid it is not accurate. This little girl and Feng Qingyu who died in your hands, Completely two independent souls."
Hearing this, Zhong Wen couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"I am the daughter of the Great Sage of Reincarnation, and this body has a reincarnation body. My soul will choose her. I think it has something to do with it." Feng Qingyu continued, "However, as soon as I entered this body, I realized There are actually two independent souls hidden inside. Most of the time, the Saint of the 'Dark Temple' is in charge of the body, but the other weak soul will come out for air from time to time. Both of them seem to have realized the other's. exist."
"That's it." Zhong Wen nodded repeatedly, knowing that the many cruel and vicious acts of the "Dark Temple" had nothing to do with Feng Qingyu, who loved to write novels. For some reason, he felt inexplicably happy.
"This body can accommodate two souls, but it can only be controlled by two souls at most." Feng Qingyu suddenly came closer, caressed Zhong Wen's cheek, and whispered softly, "So although I live in it, I can only Do you know how happy I was to be able to hide in the darkness and observe the world silently, and the moment I saw you at the Heroes Conference?"
"Sister..." Zhong Wen's nose felt sore and his eyes were slightly moist.
"I want to talk to you, and I'm going crazy thinking about it." Feng Qingyu's slender fingers brushed the corner of Zhong Wen's eyes, "But this body accepted me, but also rejected me. As long as the two of them are alive, I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to you." There will be no chance to speak."
The more she wiped, the moister the corners of Zhong Wen's eyes became, and the tears gradually became uncontrollable, drawing two bright channels on his cheeks.
When he thought that Shiyu had taken great pains to break the barriers between reality and illusion in unimaginable ways in order to see him again, but in the end he could only rely on others and become an eternal bystander, completely losing the freedom to speak and move, he was suddenly moved inexplicably. , the sadness came from it, and I couldn't restrain my excitement at all.
"I thought I was going to spend my life with two girls like this, but unexpectedly one of them died in your hands." Feng Qingyu slowly lowered his right arm, filled with emotion, "And the other one was also severely injured by Ye Jiangnan and was extremely weak. , in this way, it gives me the opportunity to seize the physical body."
Staring at Feng Qingyu, Tan's mouth opened and closed, and he recounted his thoughts, the figure of "Zhong Wen No. 2" inexplicably appeared in Zhong Wen's mind.
It is clear that he has a powerful soul, but he cannot even control his own body. Perhaps only Dao Guangren, who has experienced a similar experience, can personally understand the hardship and difficulty of Shi Yu.
"Sister, does the rest you just mentioned mean that you want to return the control of your body to Feng Qingyu again?" Zhong Wen suddenly thought.
"Yes, wait until I fall asleep." Feng Qingyu did not deny it, but nodded and said, "That little girl will wake up."
"Then you..." Zhong Wen asked anxiously, "can you still show up?"
"I don't know." A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on Feng Qingyu's face, and her already beautiful face became even brighter and more charming. "If you miss me, you might as well try knocking her out."
Zhong Wen: "..."
"Okay, I'm tired, I need to rest." Feng Qingyu's voice became lower and lower, becoming ethereal and ethereal, and gradually became difficult to hear clearly, "There's nothing important, so don't bother me..."
Before she finished speaking, she had already closed her eyes, her delicate body slowly leaned forward, and lay weakly in Zhong Wen's arms, seemingly undefended against him.
With her fair and breakable face so close, Zhong Wen could clearly feel her orchid breath, which was smooth and even, and she slept extremely sweetly, just like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up, with her slightly raised red mouth.
It's soft and fragrant, exuding a strange allure, making his heart skip a beat and his mind wandering.
"Sister Shiyu?" Zhong Wen called softly in her ear, but received no response.
"One body, three souls."
Lin Zhiyun on the side had a look of surprise on her face, and couldn't help but sigh, "The world is so big, and there are so many wonders."
"Thanks to these two souls sharing the same body, we can unlock the power of time." Li Bing nodded and responded, "Otherwise, the three of you and I may not survive today."
"Wushuang, look after Sister Shiyu for me." Zhong Wen picked up Feng Qingyu's delicate body and gently handed it to Leng Wushuang who was standing aside.
"Yes." Leng Wushuang nodded meekly and carefully took Feng Qingyu's hand, his movements were light and gentle, for fear of hurting this delicate and beautiful woman.
"Bastard, what did you do to this girl?"
Mo Disheng, who was fighting fiercely in the distance, was not aware of Shi Yu's situation. When he saw his precious apprentice falling into Zhong Wen's hands, he was immediately anxious. He swept his right arm violently, and countless black flames exploded in front of him, bursting into an unbearable fire.
The astonishing power he imagined forced Saint Bing Chi back a few steps, and then he quickly dodged and dived down towards Zhong Wen, shouting loudly, "Let her go!"
Seeing that he was going to find trouble for Zhong Wen, Saint Bingchi hesitated for a moment and actually stopped and did not pursue him.
Don't go and die!
Run, run now!
As long as the green hills remain, there may be hope for a comeback!
The Seven-Star Saint opened his mouth, and when the words of admonishment came to his lips, he swallowed them back for some unknown reason, without saying a word or making a sound.
Sensing the scorching breath and terrifying power from behind, Zhong Wen didn't panic. After he calmly positioned Feng Qingyu, he slowly turned around, raised his right arm and punched lightly.
"boom!"
The fists of the two collided fiercely, causing a deafening loud noise.
Merdisheng felt an unimaginable terrifying force coming from his arm. For a moment, his whole body was sore and his muscles and bones were about to burst. He actually flew upwards without any resistance, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.
On the other hand, Zhong Wen's face was expressionless and calm, his body stood proudly and erect, and he never took a step back.
"Just in time."
He said lightly, and suddenly a shiny fusiform spiritual weapon appeared under his feet, and a slender golden stick appeared in his right hand. "Even if you don't come, I will go find you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Tongtian Shuttle under his feet suddenly glowed brightly, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.
He is so strong!
Feeling the astonishing and terrifying strength of the boy in shorts, Mo Disheng's heart was shaken. He hurriedly did a backflip and barely stabilized his body. Before he had time to detect the enemy's situation, a powerful and powerful wind suddenly fell hard from above his head.
He reluctantly raised his head, only to realize that Zhong Wen, who had been standing on the ground just now, had appeared above his head at some point, holding a thick stick and slamming it at him.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a loud noise, Mo Disheng, who could not dodge, was hit directly on the forehead with a stick. He felt a sharp pain, as if his skull was about to be broken. His head buzzed, and he instantly lost the ability to think.
, the whole person fell as if falling, hitting the ground hard, creating a huge crater with a radius of dozens of feet.
Blood was flowing from his head, and most of his face was covered in red. His originally convex forehead seemed to be slightly sunken, and his appearance was indescribably miserable. He was completely different from the high-spirited and high-spirited Lord of the Dark Temple.
However, Zhong Wen didn't seem to be planning to stop there. He saw a bright light under his feet, and instantly appeared at the place where Mo Disheng fell. He raised the divine machine stick vertically and stabbed the Lord of the Dark Temple fiercely.
.
"boom!"
Another loud noise came, and the divine machine stick, which had become more than three times thicker, was like a giant pillar, hitting Merdisheng's lower abdomen mercilessly.
"puff!"
Mo Disheng's stomach was deeply sunken, his body was turbulent, and his internal organs seemed to have moved. A blood arrow spurted out of his mouth. His face was as pale as paper, his expression was extremely dull, his aura had weakened to the extreme, and the violence that originally filled the surroundings
The black fire had long since dispersed and disappeared.
Once one of the seven most powerful men in the world, the master of the Dark Temple who had the ambition to unify the world of cultivation was unexpectedly kneaded by Zhong Wen like mud, without the slightest resistance.
The battlefield was so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard clearly.
No one on either side of the cultivator spoke, and everyone's attention was focused on this young man wearing only a pair of golden pants.
Amazement, admiration, admiration, fear, hatred, despair...
No matter what kind of feelings they have for him, no one can deny that this young man who looks less than twenty years old actually used his own power to forcibly reverse the outcome of this shocking battle, thus influencing the entire practice in the future.
The pattern of the world.
He will be the well-deserved number one in the world!
"Cough, cough!" Mo Disheng was lying on the ground, coughing and retching, as if he was about to vomit out his intestines, "Move, do it, give me a good time!"
"I'm not the one who wants to take action."
Zhong Wen shook his head slowly, then grabbed his collar, lifted him up in the air like a toy, and with a flash of light under his feet, he appeared in front of Yin Ning'er.
"boom!"
He threw Mo Disheng to the ground and gave the girl in white a toothy smile, "Ning'er, I'll leave this old thing to you to deal with!"
This chapter has been completed!