"It's a forbidden technique among the Shengyue Clan. After practicing it, you can capture people's souls through their eyes, control their minds, and obey their orders," Wu Jingyu explained with a serious expression.
"Do you know the solution?" Feng Qingzhuang asked
Wu Jingyu shook his head
Feng Qingzhuang showed slight disappointment and turned her gaze to Wu Jingtian. Her dull eyes suddenly turned cold and terrifying, and her voice was as cold and sober as Yama.
"Wu Jingtian, I have never been patient. I will give you one last chance. If you are still stubborn and refuse to break the blood curse in her body, then you will slowly enjoy the eighteen kinds of torture."
"Stop dreaming, I would rather die than surrender."
"Okay, it's easy to die if you have the guts, but the most uncomfortable thing is that life is worse than death." Feng Qingzhuang smiled sinisterly and gave some instructions to Qian Manguan.
I saw Qian Manguan's figure flashing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. It took about two quarters of an hour. When he came back, he was carrying a lot of things.
"Wu Jingyu, cripple his spiritual power and cut off his spiritual roots. Let's see how arrogant he can be." Feng Qingzhuang ordered cold-bloodedly.
Hearing this, Wu Jingyu hesitated for a moment
"If you don't have the heart to do it, I will."
Although they were not born from the same mother, after all, the same blood flows in their bodies. Feng Qingzhuang understood.
"No need, I will do it myself." Wu Jingyu's eyes were cold and his voice was cold and lukewarm.
I saw him raising his hand, and the golden spiritual power poured out from his palm, covering Wu Jingtian's valve, and wisps of light smoke drifted away from the valve.
"No, brother, I was wrong, don't cut off my spiritual roots." Wu Jingtian's eyes revealed deep fear, and he opened his lips to beg for mercy.
"It's too late" Wu Jingyu spat out two words coldly and ruthlessly
The spiritual power dissipated, the spiritual roots were broken, and Wu Jingtian slumped to the ground like a puppet, looking lifeless.
"Wu Jingyu, let me ask you for the last time, how to break the blood curse?" Feng Qingzhuang wore a frosty mask, and her icy voice sounded like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blowing past her ears.
No one answered the question
Feng Qingzhuang's eyes flashed sharply, she sucked in her inner strength, and a bench in the hall was attracted to her. She moved her eyes lightly, looked at Qian Manguan and gave instructions.
"Qian Man Slam, let me lay him down on a bench, and then use goose feathers to tickle the soles of his feet. I want to see how long he can hold on?"
"Follow your orders" Qian Manguan was in high spirits, with an evil light shining in his eyes
He moved his feet, lifted Wu Jingtian onto the bench, tied his hands behind his back on the bench, took off Wu Jingtian's shoes, and scratched her with goose feathers.
Laughter filled the entire lobby. After a while, Wu Jingyutian, who was laughing so hard that the corners of his mouth were cramped, began to beg for mercy.
"I said, I said, just take a small half cup of my blood and give it to her to drink."
"It's really boring. Master, I was ready to show off my skills and perform all 18 types of torture, but I just tried one and confessed." Qian Manguan's face was filled with disappointment.
"Stop mumbling, quickly take blood and feed it to Di Yunxi," Feng Qingzhuang urged.
With a helpless sigh, Qian Manguan took out a dagger and cut Wu Jingtian's wrist, took half a cup of blood and fed it to Di Yunxi. After waiting for a stick of incense, Di Yunxi did not wake up, but suddenly changed.
He was violent and as strong as an ox, holding the scimitar in his hand and slashing at Feng Qingzhuang.
Feng Qingzhuang moved her feet and dodged towards the bench where Wu Jingtian was tied. Di Yunxi seemed to recognize her. She held a scimitar in her hand and chased after her like a soulless puppet, chopping down hard.
Soon enough, Feng Qingzhuang kicked her foot hard, and the bench with Wu Jingtian tied to it was raised. The scimitar in Di Yunxi's hand, which was standing in front of her, cut down the bench and Wu Jingtian mercilessly.
The whole person was split in half, blood and intestines flowed all over the floor, which was disgusting.
As soon as Wu Jingtian died, Di Yunxi twitched a few times, black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she fell backwards. The skin on her body festered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than half a quarter of an hour, her whole body had turned into a pool of pus.
The air around is smelly and smelly
"I wanted to save her life, but in the end I couldn't escape the calamity that hit her. The final result was to die and let's go," Feng Qingzhuang said with emotion.
The four of them left Yinghong Building and returned to Liancheng Inn
The next day, it snowed heavily all night, and the wind and snow finally stopped
In preparation for going to sea, the four of them bought enough food and dry goods for a year in the city. After everything was ready, the four of them and the Eighteen Ghost Riders left the Liancheng Inn and rode straight to the seaside shipbuilding site where Du Jiugong was.
After an hour's journey, the group of people has arrived at the seaside. From a distance, they see Du Jiugong sitting on the beach, lighting a fire to roast sea fish and eating. There is a large sailboat parked not far away, but the sail has not been raised yet.
, a group of workers are busy on the ship
"Little old man, you really know how to enjoy it," Qian Manguan shouted excitedly from a distance.
"You heartless little bastards sent me to the beach, but now you finally remembered that I was here and came to see me." Although Du Jiugong was full of resentment, when he saw the four people walking towards him, his eyes flashed.
Still can’t help but show joy
"How long will it take to build this ship?"
Walking to the fire, Feng Qingzhuang said with a serious face
"I have tried it in the water three times. I will repair and strengthen it. It will be fine in a few days." Du Jiugong replied. After he finished speaking, he realized that the fish-burning stick in his hand was shorter.
The grilled fish has disappeared and flown into the hands of Qian Slam
"You brat, you grabbed my master's grilled fish as soon as you came here." Du Jiugong slapped Qian Manguan on the back of the head. Naturally, the shot was not heavy.
"Little old man, you are good at grilling fish. It seems that you have practiced a lot this year." Qian Manguan said with a smile while eating.
"You brat, you are so courageous that you dare to make fun of your master." Although his tone was reproachful, his eyes were full of love for his apprentice.
The two masters and apprentices reunited after a long absence, and the atmosphere was harmonious and laughing. Feng Qingzhuang, Wu Jingxin, and Mei Yizhu were already walking towards the built sailboat. The Eighteen Ghost Riders went to their beachside residence.
After watching for a while, the three of them walked away with satisfaction.
The seaside in winter is full of charm, with seagulls circling and the sound of waves
Unconsciously, it was half a month later. The sun was warm and the sea was calm. It was an auspicious day for going to sea.
In order to benefit from this voyage, Feng Qingzhuang specially named the sailboat that had been completed a few days ago 'Shunfeng', hoping that this voyage would be smooth sailing.
The group of people sailed out to sea on the "Tailwind" and headed towards the island of Marti. They wandered on the sea for several months and saw that the day when the island of Marti surfaced was getting closer and closer, but they never saw the legendary island.
islands
Suddenly, a huge wave surged up, hitting the sailboat hard and almost overturning the hull.
"What's going on? It was calm just now, why are the waves so strong all of a sudden?" Feng Qingzhuang ran to the captain of the Shunfeng and asked this experienced captain.
"Miss Feng, don't worry about the weather at sea. It's like a child's face that changes at a moment's notice. Just get used to it." The captain disagreed.
Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise
"Look, what is that?"
Hearing the shouts, Feng Qingzhuang quickly ran out of the cabin and took a look. She saw an island in the vast sea slowly emerging from the sea. The surrounding sea water continued to push outwards, setting off huge waves.
"Hurry up and turn the ship around, get out of here, hurry up"
Looking at the huge wave that was more than six feet high and had swallowed up the entire sailboat, Feng Qingzhuang shouted anxiously
When the sailors on the ship heard the shouting, they quickly pulled up the sails and changed the course.
"Damn, it's too late"
The huge waves came at an alarming speed. Feng Qingzhuang cursed and shouted anxiously.
"Wu Jingyu, Qian Manguan, and Du Jiugong, come here quickly. Let the four of us join forces to fight the waves. We must stop the huge waves from overturning the sailboat, otherwise everyone on the boat will die."
As soon as the shouts ended, Wu Jingyu, Du Jiugong and Qian Manguan had already arrived. The four of them released their spiritual power together, forming a strong protective wall.
At this time, a huge wave set off and hit the protective wall built by the four people. The powerful impact did not break through the protective wall. Instead, it pushed the sailboat far away and out of the danger zone.
"It's so dangerous, we almost went to hell together." Withdrawing her spiritual power, Feng Qingzhuang sat on the board of the boat, feeling extremely emotional.
"I just walked away from the gate of hell, it was really thrilling." After Du Jiugong sighed with emotion, he turned his eyes to look at Feng Qingzhuang, and said with his lips: "Girl, the spiritual power in your body is very powerful, no different than that kid.
They look like a match made in heaven. It’s just such a pity!”
"What's the pity?" Feng Qingzhuang frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
"You are the goddess of the Phoenix Clan, but Wu Boy is the young master of the Shengyue Clan. The future leader of the Clan is that it is a pity that the Feng Clan and the Shengyue Clan have rules against intermarriage. Otherwise, with the powerful spiritual power in your bodies, if you are reborn together,
I don’t know how strong the next girl or boy will be?" Du Jiugong looked regretful.
"Wu Jingyu, is there really such a rule?" Feng Qingzhuang moved her eyes lightly, looked at Wu Jingyu whose expression changed slightly beside her, and asked with her lips raised.
"There is such a rule, but don't worry, the rules are dead and people are alive. Even if it goes against the will of the entire Shengyue Clan, I will not give up on you. I will only recognize you in this life." Wu Jingyu held up Feng Qingzhuang.
With his hand in his hand and his eyes firm, he swore sonorously
"You are right, rules are dead and people are alive. Even if it goes against the will of the entire ocean, I will be with you and never be separated in this life," Feng Qingzhuang said domineeringly.
At this time, the sea surface returned to calm, but a large and beautiful island appeared in the middle of the sea. Everyone's eyes on the boat were once again focused on the sudden island.
"It has been fifty years, and I can see the island of Marti again in my lifetime. My life has not been in vain."
Looking at the island in front of him, Du Jiugong's eyes were full of excitement.