"Actually, he died in my hands not long after he left the village. Are you surprised, hahaha" Ming Meng smiled wantonly.
Feng Ziqing suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said with a smile: "Impossible, he is in the late stage of Dongyuan Realm, how can you kill him!"
"Really? Isn't it very impressive in the late Dongyuan realm? Can he withstand the attack of my illusory Thousand Silk Formation? Do you think my formation can only defend, not attack? He can sense my soul. Invasion of consciousness? Even if he notices it, can he be able to defeat my soul consciousness that I have cultivated for thousands of years?"
"Killing requires brains, especially when the enemy is stronger than yourself. When he was exploring the underground of the altar, I used the magic circle to set a mark on his soul, but he didn't know it.
As soon as he leaves the barrier mark, it will automatically open, trapping his soul consciousness instantly. After he works hard to break it, my back-up will come. This is also because he is not proficient in formations, and he does not have a soul-protecting magic weapon. How about it, otherwise I wouldn’t have been tricked so easily, this really saves me a lot of worry.”
Feng Ziqing reacted instantly and said angrily: "So you already knew about his arrival!"
Ming Meng said: "Of course, otherwise you think that I wouldn't know if an outsider visited me in the formation I set up? He taught you how to practice, which is exactly what I want.
It’s a pity that he has to wade into this troubled water, and I can’t blame him for that. If it weren’t for him, how would my soul consciousness clone have fallen into this state, and how could these two people have been able to confront me for a long time?”
Feng Zi chuckled softly, with a bitter smile, "So you don't care if the barrier is destroyed and all the villagers die, even if the master comes to seek revenge, by then you have succeeded in your plan and fled away, leaving only an empty village. It's really A good idea."
"It's a small trick, not worth mentioning. But don't be too sad. That man was a man after all. I have buried him. Although there is no monument, it is good that he is buried in peace."
Mingmeng's soul slowly floated in front of the young man, and said sympathetically: "Okay, I've told you everything, do you have any last words?"
"Be quick and bury us all together."
"Well, yes, as you wish."
After saying that, he waved his hand and cleared away all the rubble on Feng Ziqing's body. Then he used a secret technique and the soul returned to black energy, quickly penetrated into the young man's head and disappeared.
——
In his mind, Ming Meng searched everywhere for Feng Ziqing's soul.
After a long time, the search turned out to be fruitless. He gradually lost patience and began to control the soul element and search wildly.
Finally, he found a trace of soul consciousness in a small corner. He was overjoyed and quickly approached, preparing to swallow it up when a white shadow appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Ming Meng, who claimed to be his clone, heard his last words before his death.
"Why is there another one? Oh, I have to work so hard. I really don't want to worry about it. I must let this kid make up for it after I get out."
I saw the white shadow grabbing hold of Ming Meng's soul consciousness firmly with his empty hand. With a gentle squeeze of his empty hand, Ming Meng's soul consciousness dissipated instantly and was put into his sleeve bit by bit, as if it had never been seen before. It appears once and then disappears.
After a few breaths, Bai Ying separated a few strands of soul energy from his sleeves, waved it lightly, and quickly swam to the injured parts of Feng Ziqing's body. Within a moment, he recovered as before.
He nodded, yes, that's right. This person's soul consciousness has something, and it can heal wounds. We need to study it carefully.
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Lying on the ground, Feng Ziqing waited for a long time, but there was no movement. When he was confused, a flash of pain flashed in his mind, and then disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, he only felt a force appearing out of thin air in his body, and his body became lighter.
Waves of coolness traveled around his body, gradually getting better as it passed through the broken bones and split flesh.
He lay on the ground and moved his hands and feet. Except for some pain, his hands and feet had recovered, and he was amazed.
Is it really better? He sat up slowly, with a confused look on his face, spat out the blood in his mouth, and cursed: "Damn it, what's going on? I am alive?"
He quickly crossed his legs and circulated his spiritual power. Everything was flowing smoothly, and then he felt a little relieved. Looking at the ruins around him, his eyes gradually changed from sadness to determination.
Since you have a life to survive, cherish it. You must become strong enough so that you will no longer be so helpless and you can protect yourself and the people you want to protect.
When he came under the eaves and looked at the four people lying on the ground, Feng Ziqing's tears fell again.
He knelt down and choked up Chen and Liu: "Uncle Chen, Lao Liu, I'm sorry that I failed to take good care of them and let you down. I will definitely live well. As long as I don't forget you, you
It will always be in my heart.”
Feng Ziqing took Wei Jing's hand and said softly: "Girl Jing, I said I would take you to play outside, so I will definitely take you there. I won't lie to you."
There are clouds in the sky, and occasionally sunlight shines through and falls on the wall.
In the courtyard, in the breeze, there was a young man who seemed to be sobbing softly. He did not dare to cry loudly for fear that they would leave uneasily.
After a long time, Feng Ziqing's mood gradually calmed down. He put the broken sword on his back and went out, heading towards the warehouse at the entrance of the village. He wanted to send them to Jiemuqiao before dark, where the flowers were fragrant and everything was quiet. It was a peaceful place.
Good place.
From Liu Bianshu's house, he led Big Fat and Xiao Hua out with one hand and held a large bundle of hay in the other. Xiao Hua had grown up a lot and could pull the cart.
He took out two bullock carts from the warehouse, took Wei Jing and others out and put them on the bullock carts, then picked up shovels and hoes, carried two jars of wine, and walked towards the Jiemu Bridge.
The winding path was not easy to walk, and when we arrived at the connecting wooden bridge, the sun was already turning west.
Finding a place close to mountains and water, Feng Ziqing simply made a large coffin out of wood, buried them together, and named the monument.
With the help of the soul-solidifying talisman, the coffin was filled with spiritual power. In this way, within a year, their souls could barely be retained in the coffin. When they found the location of Deng Zhi's sect, they asked for their help and let Wei Jing
They will not become lonely souls and can be reincarnated safely.
He spilled the wine in front of the tombstone, kowtowed three times towards the tombstone, stood up, touched the tombstone, and said: "From now on, I will go out alone and try to get back within a year, and then I will give you a replacement."
big house.
Don’t worry, I will definitely find this person named Ming Meng, and no matter how strong he is, I will definitely crush him to ashes!”
Feng Ziqing didn't use his spiritual power to dissolve the alcohol, so he drank all the wine from the other jar and fell drunk in front of the tomb.
After a whole day of mental stress, and experiencing the death of relatives and elders, his mind was already on the verge of collapse. Only wine could give him some peace of mind at this time.
In a drunken dream, in a small courtyard.
Chen Shiye was lying on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed to enjoy the coolness, while Liu Bianshu was busy killing fish on the side. Under the eaves, Wei Jing was telling Feng Ziqing a story vividly, gesticulating as he spoke, with bright eyes.
Feng Ziqing leaned his back against the wall, eating melon seeds while listening. Liu Jiangan was reading in the room, peeking in from time to time, as if he was interested in something.
After the five people had had enough wine and food, they kept chatting happily.
Feng Ziqing was sitting under the eaves with his eyes closed, and there was a burst of laughter and laughter in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw that the door of the small courtyard was open. Chen and Liu were carrying two large packages on their shoulders, and a small black shadow.
The long ape's leather armor is exposed.
The two waved to him, and he smiled and tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't stand up.
When he was anxious, a hand was put on his shoulder. When he looked up, it was Liu Jiangan. He actually smiled to himself and said the first and last words, "Brother Xiaofeng, take care."
"Then he ran to Liu Bianshu in small steps.
Feng Ziqing wanted to speak, but opened her mouth, but there was no sound.
A small hand touched his head and said softly: "Brother Xiaofeng, remember to look at the scenery outside and eat more delicious food outside for me. When you come back one day, let me know. In this way, I will
There’s a story to tell.”
He nodded, thinking, definitely!
The girl smiled slightly, knelt down, took out the wooden bird hairpin from her arms, put it in the boy's hand, and said with a smile: "Don't lose it, otherwise I will be angry, although I have never been angry with you.
whee"
He held it tightly and vowed to protect it.
The girl walked to the courtyard door and nodded to him with a smile.
Under the setting sun, in front of the courtyard gate, the four people waved to the young man under the eaves. The shadow was so long that it happened to fall on the young man's body, giving him a hint of warmth.
The four of them turned around and walked out, disappearing step by step into the sunset.
I don't know how long it took, but the boy woke up from the sun. His tears had long dried. He looked at the tombstone and gradually smiled, "I will live well."