Wu Buyong's appearance has always been around forty years old, and he does not look old. However, after killing Qiu Yinshu, he seemed to be much older. He squatted on Qiu Yinshu's body, feeling deep in his heart.
The anger cannot be calmed down for a long time.
The cool wind carried the gloomy air and washed away the scene where killings and fierce battles had been staged before, but it could not blow away the sorrow of the two living people.
It’s really not fun to be tricked by someone at over 200 years old after living half a life.
Wu Buyong was full of grievances and anger but had nowhere to talk or vent. He sat on the cold corpse with his head lowered. Wu Buyong did not speak for half an hour.
Feng Jueyu can naturally understand Wu Buyong's current mood. This is a great humiliation, which is different from martial arts. If two people fight openly and honestly, Wu Buyong loses to Ouyang Chen.
Hang would definitely be willing to lose without any complaints. However, this time, he, the best and most promising top player in the Wu Sect, was used as a tool. No matter how he looked at it, he was going to die of frustration.
Feng Jueyu wanted to offer some words of comfort, but could not find a topic. On the other hand, he himself was not feeling well either.
Hades!
How can a person live in a place that has a subtle connection with the grand world but has no connection with the space in which he lives?
Feng Jueyu lowered his head in frustration, and could only use Qiu Yinshu's fragmented memories to find a way to leave.
Fortunately, he has Qiu Yinshu's memory, so maybe the current situation is not too bad. Feng Jueyu comforted himself in this way.
Sitting in the cold wind, the two of them were silent for a whole day. There was no sunlight in the underworld. There were two eyebrow-like first quarter moons, divided into east and west, hanging high in the sky. When the dark clouds dispersed, they
It seemed like they were laughing at the two alien races on the plateau.
"Brother Wu." After a day, Feng Jueyu finally couldn't resist Shen Ji and spoke first: "I don't think we can solve the problem by sitting here all the time."
Wu Buyong looked very calm, but in fact it was conceivable that he was filled with anger with nowhere to vent it. But looking at Feng Jueyu's eyes, Wu Buyong finally couldn't vent it.
Friends with the same disease...
"The underworld." Wu Buyong sighed and slapped his thigh loudly: "I never thought that there would be an underworld in the grand world. Do you think I still have the ability to solve problems now?"
Feng Jueyu is a person who is happy-go-lucky. His past career has created a rock-solid character. In fact, after a whole day of thinking, the previous resentment has disappeared to some extent. The future path is unknown, and you cannot always be on your own.
Ai's self-pity and suffering are not in vain.
He smiled and joked: "As far as I know, Wu Buyong is not a person who gives up on himself."
Wu Buyong had an old expression on his face and said with a sad smile: "Do you think it's possible for me to cheer up in a place like this?"
"Why not? Is it possible that Brother Wu wants to learn Qiu Yin's book and give up on himself?"
"Him?" Wu Buyong glanced at him, stood up suddenly, and picked up the body with his feet. Then he punched out with both fists and smashed the body into pieces with a strong force.
When blood was splattered all over his body, Wu Buyong said: "I feel much better. To be honest, just because I feel comfortable doesn't mean I have any hope of finding a way out." He looked at Feng Jueyu and sat down again.
, said: "Do you think there is still hope for us to get out?"
Feng Jueyu only said four words: "It depends on human effort."
"Oh, the good thing is that it all depends on human effort. Brother Feng is much better at self-persuasion than Mr. Wu." Wu Buyong said with a sad smile.
Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "That's not necessarily true. I just know something. Is Brother Wu interested in hearing it?"
"What's the matter?" Wu Buyong picked up the dust on the ground with his feet, looking confused.
Feng Jueyu knew that he had to give Wu Buyong some hope, otherwise this guy would definitely give up on himself. He smiled and said: "I just used the soul collecting method to absorb some memories of Qiu Yinshu and got some things about the underworld.
."
"Oh? You also know how to use the spirit of the soul clan? Didn't you mean..." Wu Boyong was slightly startled.
Feng Jueyu didn't want to explain too much, so he waved his hand and interrupted: "It's a long story. There's no need to say more. What I want to say is that the underworld we live in seems to be more than just this corner of the world."
Wu Buyong said in astonishment: "That Qiu Yin book said that the underworld space opened up by the ancient soul clan is just a corner, it doesn't..." Halfway through, he laughed at himself: "Damn, I'm so stupid, until now
You still believe his lies. What else do you know?"
"There's nothing else." Feng Jueyu spread his hands helplessly. There was nothing he could do. He had just realized the Soul Collection Technique and was not yet proficient in it. He really wanted to know more about the underworld, but it was a pity.
There is a lot of heart but not enough energy.
"That's all?" Wu Buyong rolled his eyes and said, "It's like you didn't say anything."
Feng Jueyu shook his head: "No, since this place is not a corner, we don't have to sit here and wait to die. Now that we are here, why not walk around. The underworld is the territory of the Soul Clan, so there won't be no one there, right?
The ancient soul clan has developed for thousands of years, is their inheritance groundless?"
Wu Buyong was shocked when he heard this and said excitedly: "You mean to ask around?"
Feng Jueyu grinned and said: "We have to inquire. I believe that as long as we work hard, we will be able to find a way out. Even if we can't find it, it is better than sitting here and waiting to die."
Wu Buyong thought about it again and again, then nodded suddenly, his lost eyes regained his vitality and said: "You are right, a living person cannot be suffocated to death, Ouyang Chenhang, this bastard, is still waiting for us to go out and clean him up.
If Mr. Wu is allowed to go out, I can't vent my anger even if I peel off three layers of his skin."
Feng Jueyu finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, Wu Buyong was not pedantic and knew how to go back for revenge. Now that he has found his target, I believe he will not despair anymore. Therefore, his goal has been achieved.
Feng Jueyu said: "That's what it means. Ouyang Chenhang is our common enemy now. In order to take his life, we can't sit here and wait for death."
Wu Buyong nodded, stood up and said: "Brother Feng, Mr. Wu doesn't know how to say some high-sounding words, but this time you and I are in the same boat, and we can share the joys and sorrows. Wu has made you a friend. Let's talk."
Where shall we go?"
Wu Buyong is actually not a bad person in nature. Once you can get him to open up, he will treat you as a lifelong friend. He has always been like this when he is a master but has a weird temper.
Feng Jueyu stood up happily and said: "There is no other way but to find it. Let's explore the way first. No matter how far away there are living beings in the underworld, as long as we work hard, we will definitely find them."
"Okay." Wu Buyong nodded decisively. After squinting, he took another breath, pointed at the corpse on the ground and said: "They are all poor people. They were taken advantage of by Ouyang Chenhang and Qiu Yinshu. They were buried before leaving.
Alright."
Feng Jueyu was slightly startled. He never thought that Wu Buyong had such an affectionate side. Feng Jueyu nodded quickly and said: "Okay, by the way, remember their appearance. If we go back one day, it would be best to
Notifying their families will also fulfill their last wishes."
Wu Buyong nodded sadly, picked up the two corpses, took a look at them, and said with a sad smile: "Five Yuan Zhenren, master of Xuanxu, his life is just gone, his destiny is like this..."
Wu Buyong would read out the name of the corpse before he picked it up as a memorial. Although this method seemed very crude, at least it was not a lonely ghost when the monument was erected.
Feng Jueyu looked at Wu Buyong's back silently and showed a smile of relief. In fact, when he saw Wu Buyong for the first time, he didn't have any good impression at all. Instead, he was very disgusted with this scheming and arrogant guy.
, but in fact, if you don’t understand it in depth, you really wouldn’t know that Wu Buyong has such a respectable side.
Xuan Zhong said: "Feng Jueyu, this person is not bad, at least he is very upright."
Feng Jueyu said: "Arrogant integrity."
After that, he also started to get busy. There were quite a few corpses left in the underworld, but in terms of sadness, Feng Jueyu was not as good as Wu Buyong, because many of these corpses were from the Wu Sect, but there was no Yun Jian.
People from Tianmen.
This is not the halo of the protagonist, but when the disaster is approaching, the people of Yunjian Tianmen are only thinking about their own people, while the people of Wu Zong are scattered. When they are really hostile, they can even fight each other with swords, and Yunjian
Tianmen, on the other hand, avoided each other and tried their best to rescue them. Moreover, most of the people in Wu Zong were masters who had entered the realm of mortals. They could easily be controlled by the evil spirits, and in the end they could only end up dying in a foreign land.
After digging holes and burying everyone, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong walked along the plateau into the distance...
Traveling to the underworld was never something the two of them had imagined. All this was due to bad luck and Ouyang Chenhang's betrayal...
Walking in the underworld, Feng Jueyu and Wu Buyong constantly used their spiritual consciousness to feel everything around them, mountains and rivers, wonders, flowers and woods, plateaus and hills...
This is an uninhabited foreign place, a place where there are really no people. The spiritual energy in the air is quite scarce, and only the Yin energy is flourishing. The two cannot be compared and compared, and while walking, although the two of them did not find any other
signs, but I always felt that something was wrong, as if the space I was in was completely different from the original space.
But they couldn't tell the meaning of their true feelings, so the two of them were busy like ascetic monks, trekking long distances day after day.
Feng Jueyu calculated the time. Judging from the rhythm of breathing, they walked for about half a month. Of course, the two of them also flew and ran during this process, but they never saw anyone.
, I have never seen even a spiritual beast.
Until a month later, just when the two were about to give up, a white forest suddenly appeared in front of them...
It was a patch of Sophora japonica, and what was different from the Sophora japonica they had seen was that the Sophora japonica here was completely white, like a large forest of birches.
More importantly, in this forest, Feng Jueyu saw a creature from the underworld.