"Junior sister Wan'er, where do you plan to be buried?" Ao Tianbo said this with some difficulty.
Yuan Futu pondered for a moment and said to Wang Cannian: "Master Wang Cannian, is there any way to make the body immortal?"
Wang Cannian nodded and said: "There is a fourth-grade elixir that is available. Do you want to preserve her body?"
"Yes." Yuan Futu said: "Please help me swallow the elixir for Wan'er, and then bury her in the back mountain. There are several foxes there, which are the spiritual beasts adopted by Wan'er during her lifetime. Let them guard her spiritual place.
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Ao Tianbo said: "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."
Yuan Futu looked at Lin Wan'er's sad face, his heart still aching, he gritted his teeth and left Yukong.
The huge ship rolled through the void and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Thick dark clouds gathered again, and the rain became heavier and heavier. Yuan Futu shuttled through the void holding two peak swords, but tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes.
"Wan'er, wait for me, I won't let you die like this."
Yuan Futu seemed to have grasped something, as if he was saying that Lin Wan'er still had a glimmer of hope. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the stunning formation that had not yet been closed, and entered the secret realm of the Sword Tomb from the center.
The secret realm of the Sword Tomb was in chaos, and there was a gap pierced by the Twelve Swords above the head.
Yuan Futu glanced at the dim spiritual treasures and said: "Although the sealed cultivations in these spiritual treasures have been devoured by me, they are still high-grade spiritual treasures, so I used them together with the Qingfeng Sword to suppress these spiritual treasures."
Get the King Sword ready."
With a wave of his hand, the blood-red soil was rolled up by the strong wind and piled up into a mound again. Yuan Futu walked to the center and pressed Wang Jian down hard with one hand.
The blood on the sword became more and more intense, as if it didn't want to fall silent again, it began to vibrate violently.
Yuan Futu frowned deeply, his left hand continued to exert force, while his right hand was changing magic formulas at an alarming rate. It took a full two hours, and an ancient formation was suspended in the palm of his hand. There were
Dozens of spiritual beasts roared and roared.
Jian Twelve has broken the sealing formation of the first sect master. If Yuan Futu wants to seal it again, he must construct the formation again. However, the second-level formation such as the black earth gale formation is obviously not possible, so the Ten Thousand Beasts Demonic Formation is
The best choice.
"Seal it to me!"
With a palm shot, the formation pattern suddenly opened up, echoing the rich vitality of heaven and earth in the secret area of Sword Tomb. It gradually grew larger, and the number of spirit beasts derived from it also increased. The restless Wang Jian was obviously unable to resist.
The power of the Demonic Formation of Ten Thousand Beasts continued to sink, and finally returned to the deepest part of the secret realm.
Yuan Futu took a deep breath, raised the Qingfeng Sword, and inserted it upside down. The power contained in this supreme spiritual treasure burst out again, and dozens of formation patterns popped up, like an impeccable prison.
It was sealed.
At the same time, the spirit treasures scattered around also returned to their original places.
Yuan Futu looked at Qingfeng Sword, knelt down suddenly, and said: "Thank you so much for the first sect leader."
He clearly knew that the appearance of the first sect master at that time was due to the almost heaven-defying power of Shura Eyes, but he still knelt down and worshiped deeply.
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Night, Tianxuan Palace.
Yuan Futu stood alone in the empty hall, looking at the familiar decorations around him, as if he felt like he was back when he first stepped here. When he raised his head, he could see the kind and kind Jian Twelve.
"So you are here."
Nangong Qiushui's voice brought him back to reality.
Yuan Futu turned around, looked at Nangong Qiushui, who was dressed in blue, and said, "How is your injury?"
"It's okay. As long as you rest for enough time, you can return to your previous state." Nangong Qiushui's face was still as pale as paper and he said, "A lot of people died this time."
Sect leader Jian Twelve, veteran Shen Wuyu, law enforcer Yuan Zang, elite disciples Lin Wan'er, Qingxuan, Jian Buyi, etc. all died in this conspiracy battle. Tianxuan Sword Sect's vitality was seriously damaged.
Yuan Futu sighed and remained silent.
Nangong Qiu Shui changed the topic and said: "Lin Wan'er has been placed in the back mountain by Tianbo. She has swallowed the elixir of forgetting her remaining years, and her body is in the black ice coffin. It can guarantee her immortality for ten thousand years, but I don't understand.
Why do you want to keep her body? Do you have a way to bring her back to life?"
Although such a thing as resurrecting from the dead has never happened before, the Chaos Spiritual Treasure is something that defies nature. It is reasonable for Nangong Qiushui to speculate that Yuan Futu has such an ability.
Yuan Futu said solemnly: "I don't know if it is possible, but in the secret realm of Sword Tomb, I mastered a secret technique that can resurrect the power of the soul. The reason why my sword was able to penetrate Jian Twelve's body at that time was because
It was also at that time that the power of the first sect master was resurrected."
"Is there such a thing?" Nangong Qiushui looked shocked.
Yuan Futu nodded and said: "After a person dies, his soul will not dissipate. He should enter another world. My ability is to summon them from that world. For this reason, I believe that in the future, as long as I practice enough
If it is powerful, Wan'er can be resurrected and returned to this world."
Nangong Qiushui pondered for a moment and said: "Since there is a fairy world, it is not impossible to have an underworld, but you are still not sure enough, so you still choose to put Wan'er to rest."
Yuan Futu said: "Indeed, I have never had much confidence in unknown things, but I will do my best this time."
Nangong Qiushui nodded slightly and said, "I came to you because I want to tell you something."
"What happened?"
"We would like to recommend you to be Sword Thirteen."
Thunder suddenly roared in Yuan Futu's head, and he said in astonishment: "Are you crazy? You chose me to be the Thirteenth Swordsman. There are so many people in this sect who are more advanced than me. Besides, I should choose you.
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Nangong Qiushui did not expect that he would have such a big reaction, and said: "Realm does not mean everything, the key is to be able to convince the public. This time you saved the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect, I don't think anyone will object to this decision."
Yuan Futu waved his hand, "This must be your wishful thinking. Later, I will work with Xiao Sword Master and the others to recommend you to become Sword Thirteen. Besides, with your reputation and status, you are also the most suitable candidate."
Nangong Qiushui's eyes suddenly turned cold, looking at the position of the sect leader, and said: "I once swore that I would never sit there."
"Why?"
"Fang was really still there at that time. I think he is the most suitable. This oath is just to stop some people's mouths in the future, but it's a pity... that's it." Nangong Qiushui sighed quietly and did not want to say anything more.
"Then the Owl Sword Master, the Forgetting Sword Master, and the Gongyang Sword Master are all fine!"