After explaining his intention, Gu Changcheng said:
"I feel like they really have something important to ask for. I took a look at the gifts they brought and found them to be very valuable;
But there have been no recent changes among the senior officials of Haoran Sect?
Is there something secret that my Gu family doesn't know about?"
He said, hesitating a little, wondering if there was something missing in the Gu family's inquiring about information.
Gu Changhuan smiled,
"Even if the family develops into a powerful force like Qixing Pavilion, it is impossible to even know what color underwear someone is wearing;
But since it is a major matter involving human lives, it doesn't hurt to let them come and take a look.
The relationship between our Gu family and the Haoran Sect is pretty good."
After hearing what Gu Changhuan said, Gu Changcheng nodded and said:
"In that case, I will bring them over soon."
Here, Gu Changhuan put away a bunch of classics on the table, took out a tea set, and slowly brewed tea.
Not long after, Gu Changcheng came with Patriarch Haofeng and three other people.
After letting the three of them sit down, Patriarch Haofeng stated his intention.
"Although we have recovered Junior Brother He Rong's soul, there is no way to completely restore his consciousness;
To this day, Junior Brother He Rong's soul is still in a state of confusion.
Moreover, we cannot cut off the connection between Ghost Gourd and Ghost Hand;
I wonder if Senior Gu has any method?"
Ancestor Haofeng asked cautiously.
Gu Changhuan sat at the front seat and listened carefully, thought for a moment, nodded, and said:
"Although I'm not completely sure, I can still try my best."
After hearing what Gu Changhuan said, before Patriarch Haofeng could say anything, Luo Yan cupped her hands and leaned over and said:
"Senior Gu is so kind to me that I will never forget it. Whenever Senior Gu prompts me to do something in the future, I will definitely not dare to refuse even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
Gu Changhuan smiled, and at this time, Patriarch Haofeng also said:
"In consideration of the kindness of our seniors, all members of our Haoran Sect share the same blessings.
I will also look after the Gu family in the future."
Gu Changhuan waved his hand,
"Okay, you all sit down!
You and I have experienced life and death together, and we have deep friendships;
Needless to say, I understand your thoughts."
However, even though Gu Changhuan said this, there are some words, such as this kind of loyalty and surrender, which are naturally more effective if they are said directly.
Gu Changcheng sat opposite Patriarch Haofeng. Seeing this, he understood somewhat in his heart that Brother Seventeen would not attack the Haoran Sect in the future.
Not long after, Patriarch Haofeng and others left Xiaoyuan. Gu Changcheng arranged a place for them. Before they left, they left two things behind. One was the ghost-hand Hu Dao who had been knocked unconscious by imprisonment, and the other was
It's his ghost gourd.
Of course He Rong's soul is still in this ghost gourd.
But now, except for He Rong's soul, all the other ghosts in this ghost gourd have been wiped out.
Gu Changhuan looked at the ghost-hand Hu Dao and thought that this person was quite a figure. As a blood demon cultivator, he could advance to the Nascent Soul level and kill He Rong. Come to think of it, if the Haoran Sect hadn't been impoverished by him for so many years.
Chasing fiercely and fighting will not lead to such a situation, at least there is hope in the later stage of Nascent Soul.
However, there is no need to think about transforming into a god. Let alone him. In this Yuyang Realm, if any blood demon cultivator can advance to transform into a god, what awaits him is the endless battle of other transforming gods in the Yuyang Realm.
Chase.
Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan flew with his hands, performed the puppetry technique, and controlled the ghost-hand Hu Dao.
As soon as the puppet spirit threads submerged into the ghost-hand Hu Dao's body, Gu Changhuan frowned.
This man's true energy was messy, and even his Nascent Soul was faintly glowing with blood, and his face was ferocious, which made people annoyed just to see him.
Gu Changhuan patiently pried into Ghost Hand Hu Dao's past, and sure enough, he saw the battle between him and He Rong.
In short, the celestial phenomenon caused by the ghost-hand Hu Dao's blood sacrifice to a Jindan sect happened to be encountered by He Rong who was passing by nearby. Although He Rong had a gentle temperament, he naturally couldn't stand this kind of blood demon cultivator.
Not to mention that the Ghost Hand Hu Dao had just held a blood sacrifice, killing thousands of monks from the entire Jindan Sect.
At the beginning, He Rong's sword was fierce and he could still compete with the Ghost Hand Hu Dao. However, after the Ghost Hand Hu Dao released the Ghost Gourd, the situation became a little out of control. In the end, the Ghost Hand Hu Dao released the Ghost Hand Hu Dao and kept it in the gourd.
The two Nascent Soul Ghost Kings and his own spirit beast, plus himself, secretly attacked He Rong one on one, easily cutting off the vitality of He Rong's physical body.
But when He Rong Yuanying wanted to escape, he was restrained by the ghost gourd. In this way, after some secret refining with the ghost-hand Hu Dao, He Rong became one of the ghost kings in his ghost gourd.
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It’s just that I no longer have any sense of autonomy.
Seeing this, Gu Changhuan sighed.
Then, he looked forward many years and found that this blood demon cultivator really deserved to be killed, because in this person's memory, most of his time was spent doing two things, one was blood sacrifice, and the other was cultivation, digesting the blood sacrifice to obtain
of true essence and so on.
Even he himself may not be able to remember how many blood sacrifices he has held since he has been able to practice the Ghost Hand Hu Dao.
Ordinary blood demons can still release the souls of mortals or monks into reincarnation after performing blood sacrifices. However, in order to strengthen the ghost gourd, the ghost-hand Hu Dao will not let go of even the souls after the blood sacrifice, and will take them all in without exception.
After entering the ghost gourd, the ghost gourd quickly strengthened, and it was not far away from the spiritual treasure.
Gu Changhuan frowned and looked at the memory of Ghost Hand Hu Dao. After taking a rough look, he ordered Ghost Hand Hu Dao to release the control of Ghost Gourd, and then waved his hand to make his whole body nirvana, turning into only dots of stars.
A small pile of ashes was quickly blown away by the wind.
Here, Gu Changhuan looked at the ghost gourd and pinched it with both hands.
After a quarter of an hour, the ghost gourd gradually emitted flickering light. At the same time, the connection between the ghost gourd and He Rong Yuan Shen was also constantly weakening.
For Gu Changhuan, it is not difficult to break the link between the ghost-hand Hu Dao and the ghost gourd, and it is not difficult to let He Rong's soul separate the ghost gourd, but how to let He Rong regain his consciousness...
Gu Changhuan thought for a while, maybe he could let Qingtu try this.
If Qing Tu had no choice, he could only try the method recorded in Zhen Lingzi's inheritance.
Gu Changhuan thought like this and called out the little fox who was obsessed with practicing in Xuantian Tower.
Qing Tu has been practicing these days, and it has been quite effective. He has advanced to the top of the fifth level, but there is still some distance between him and the sixth level.
Qing Tu was a little puzzled after seeing Gu Changhuan.
Gu Changhuan smiled and touched Maomao, then pointed at He Rong's spirit.
"A lot of his consciousness has been erased, leaving only a little bit. Can Qingtu help him regain his consciousness and past memories?"
Gu Changhuan asked.
Qing Tu tilted his little head, looked at He Rong, thought seriously for a while, looked directly at He Rong's soul, and a green light flashed in his eyes.
Gu Changhuan watched quietly.
After a quarter of an hour, the green light in Qing Tu's eyes faded and he nodded to Gu Changhuan.