Jian Twelve saw the top-quality innate spiritual treasure glowing with cyan light and said, "Qiushui, do you think this belongs to the deputy leader of the Qinghu Gang?"
Nangong Qiushui nodded and said: "I was ordered to chase Yan Li that day. Although I wounded him with the Netherworld Xuanyin Sword, he escaped and was never found again. But I didn't expect that he didn't escape. Instead, he is hiding in the Sword Sect, and this Wind Seal is Yan Li's spiritual treasure."
Yuan Futu recalled the scene on the cliff that day and said: "Does Elder Nangong still remember that he killed two disciples of the Qinghu Gang in the mine? That day I picked up a token of the Qinghu Gang. After falling off the cliff, After being rescued by Yan Li, I pretended to be a disciple of the Qinghu Gang, helped him refine the healing medicine, and then killed him at the critical moment, and finally escaped and returned to the Sword Sect."
When Shen Wuyu heard this unknown secret, his face was filled with uncertainty, and he said: "You lied. Since so many things have happened, why didn't you report it to the sect master so that Pang De can be sanctioned in this name on the day he comes back?" But you didn’t do that!”
Yuan Futu sneered and said, "I am a mountain man. Although I don't have much knowledge, I also know that hatred must be repaid. Naturally, I will not borrow this kind of thing from others. The reason why I have to wait until today to speak out is to wait for this opportunity."
Shen Wuyu's fists clenched and clenched. Now that the truth of everything was revealed, he no longer had any reason to deal with Yuan Futu. The anger in his heart rose, and his hatred for him could not be washed away even if he poured out the water from the five lakes.
Jian Twelve said in a deep voice: "This sword discussion conference ends here. As for this matter, I will make a decision after discussing it with the elders and sword masters. Everyone, please go back first."
After saying that, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, turned into a sword light and flew up into the sky before disappearing.
"Yuanzang, take Pang De back to Jianlu first." Shen Wuyu said with a heavy tone.
Wang Cannian walked forward with his body hunched over and said, "I will bring some elixirs to help him diagnose and treat him later."
Shen Wuyu said: "I will heal his wounds. He has been crippled, so don't bother forgetting the sword master." He knew very well about Pang De's current situation. There was no possibility of recovery. As for the skin wounds, he only needed ordinary pills. It can be cured with medicine, so there is no need to treat the patient in his remaining years.
He walked up to Yuan Futu, gritted his teeth and said: "This matter is not over yet. You'd better be cautious in the Sword Sect from now on, otherwise your life will be endangered if you make the slightest mistake!" After saying this, he was naked. Threatening, he left the ring.
Nangong Qiushui said calmly: "Don't worry about this. Since the sect master is here with me, he won't do anything to you."
Yuan Futu nodded and said: "Thank you very much, Elder Nangong."
Nangong Qiu Shui's lips curled into a sneer, and she looked at the direction Shen Wuyu was leaving and said, "No need to thank me, it's just that I don't want the Sword Sect to harbor evil and break the rules."
After hearing about Pound's evil deeds from Yuan Futu, the so-called upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, Nangong Qiushui had already determined that Shen Wuyu had nothing to do with this matter.
"Old Pagoda." At this time, Ao Tianbo came over, and beside him stood Lin Wan'er, whose beauty had turned pale.
A joyful smile appeared on Yuan Futu's face. As soon as he said the word "Wan'er" in his mouth, he suddenly felt a violent twitch in the soul of his soul. His eyes had become dark, and only the dim sounds in his ears could be heard. There were many people shouting my name.
…
I don't know how long it took, but Yuan Futu's consciousness gradually woke up, and he found that he was on top of a nebula. The nebula was slowly rotating, emitting a chaotic luster, and exuding an ancient aura.
Yuan Futu stared at the nebula, feeling an extremely familiar feeling, and suddenly said in shock: "This... is actually my Yuanshen Sea."
He discovered that in the center of the chaotic nebula, there was a huge round sphere floating, which was the natal pearl that dominated the Yuanshen Sea.
Yuan Futu felt that in this space, Yuanli was pitifully thin, perhaps because it was consumed too much in the battle, but this reminded him of the scene of the rampage, and he was still frightened, saying: "If it hadn't been for that
Chaos Lingbaojue
Wake up, I'm afraid I've already died... Although the power of the spiritual treasure that will be awakened is only as big as a fingernail, its power is very amazing. It can directly break the power of the killing sword. I'm afraid even a master in the middle stage of the Dharma God can't.
You may not be able to resist it.”
The mysterious heavy sword used to defeat Pang De probably had a strength of nearly 50,000 kilograms, which is definitely a terrifying figure.
Thinking of this, Yuan Futu sighed: "It's a pity that my current level is too low, so that the Chaos Spiritual Treasure can't grow up yet. If I break through the Dharma God, I might be able to see its face."
That Chaos Spiritual Treasure has autonomous consciousness, but it can only show its edge when Yuan Futu steps on the edge of death. How to completely control it in his hands and use it as he wishes is what he must do.
"What is that?!"
At this moment, Yuan Futu opened his eyes wide and suddenly saw a vague figure standing on the birth bead.
The shadow was wrapped in a red and black tattered robe, holding a huge black scythe, and was burning with chaotic flames. With its back to Yuan Futu, it stood alone on the natal bead.
Yuan Futu's heart trembled and he raised his voice: "Who are you?!"
The shadow did not speak, but slowly stretched out his right hand, and with just a gentle grasp, the originally peaceful space was suddenly grasped in his hands. Then there was a clicking sound, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the void mirror. In an instant,
collapse.
…
ah!
Yuan Futu exclaimed and woke up from his deep sleep. He looked at the dimly lit candlestick in front of him in shock. He felt that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and even his back had a pool of sweat. He couldn't help but swallow hard.
"You're awake." Lin Wan'er, who was sitting next to her, said in surprise.
Yuan Futu found that his naked upper body was covered with scars and asked, "What's going on?"
Lin Wan'er said: "I forgot that the Sword Master has diagnosed you just now. Except for the flesh and skin injuries, there is nothing unusual. It's just that the Yuanshenhai has been greatly depleted and it will take a long time to recover, so the Sword Master left some behind before leaving.
God-Returning Pill, as for the reason for your sudden fainting, I can't find the reason at all."
"It turns out he fainted."
Yuan Futu touched his head, still feeling uneasy. The shadow in the red and black robe seemed to be deeply imprinted in his heart, lingering, creating an inexplicable pressure.