Facing Su Qinghou's two sharp swords, the "sphere" quickly bounced to the side. Although it avoided one, the second sword energy hit the sphere.
The "big ball" formed by the branches and leaves exploded instantly.
Suddenly the branches and leaves flew wildly.
Among the flying branches and leaves, a white figure flew out like a ghost.
It flew into a wide rock gap on the mountain wall next to it.
Then a voice came from the stone.
This sound is particularly unpleasant, like the sound of iron tools rubbing against each other.
And his voice seemed to be very difficult to produce.
It's like being squeezed out of your throat.
Intermittent, drifting and flickering.
Like the echo of terror.
"Su... Qinghou, don't even think about... getting rid of... me..."
Although the voice was intermittent and erratic, Su Qinghou could definitely hear that it contained deep hatred.
Su Qinghou said: "Who is this sacred?!"
The voice was still so erratic, like the chirping of a resentful ghost.
"Su Qing...hou, when you die, I will know..."
Su Qinghou said coldly: "No matter who you are, I, Su Qinghou, am always waiting for you!"
Su Qinghou was very confused in his heart. What was the origin of this ghost-like person?
The big eagle carried Su Qinghou and Fang Qingyun and continued to dive towards the ground.
Just two feet away from the ground, Su Qinghou grabbed Fang Qingyun and flew off the eagle's back, landing lightly on the ground.
The injured wings of the big eagle were stained red with blood, and there were also blood stains on its belly.
Su Qinghou and this big eagle are also "old acquaintances".
He knew that a branch had been shot into the body of the eagle, but now that the situation was urgent, he could not remove the branch for it.
Su Qinghou said to Da Ying: "Leave your master to me, Ying'er, run away for your life! I hope you can survive."
The big eagle hooted twice at Su Qinghou, then circled into the sky with its wounds, and flew in one direction.
Su Qinghou looked up and saw Linghu Zanghun's figure still about twenty feet above the ground.
So Su Qinghou picked up Fang Qingyun and quickly disappeared into the forest.
When Linghu's hidden soul fell to the ground, there were mountains everywhere, and it was unknown where Su Qinghou and Fang Qingyun were hiding.
Linghu Zanghun was very annoyed. He hit a big stone with one palm and exploded it, and let out another roar.
The roar echoed in the mountains.
Although Linghu Zanghun has unparalleled martial arts skills, he knew that searching for Su Qinghou in this deep mountain would be more difficult than climbing to the sky. He really didn't expect that he went all the way to Kunlun Mountain to kill Fang Qingyun, but Su Qinghou actually came all the way to Kunlun Mountain.
Save Fang Qingyun.
And he doesn't want to fight Su Qinghou now, nor does he want to kill Su Qinghou.
Su Qinghou was attacked by surprise earlier, and Linghu Zanghun also saw it.
At that time, Linghu Zanghun's body was also falling.
It's just that it's not as fast as that big eagle.
Because of the distance and the mist in the mountains, Linghu Zanghun could not see the sneak attacker clearly.
He only saw that the "big ball" was split open by Su Qinghou's sword, and a ghost-like white shadow quickly collapsed from inside, and then disappeared in a flash.
Linghu Zanghun is also troubled, who is this Bai Ying?
Linghu Zanghun returned to the mountain peak first.
Tiansheng was kneeling there, one of his hands had been cut off. His face was pale, and his whole body was trembling with fear and pain.
Xiao Wu asked: "Where are Su Qinghou and Fang Qingyun?"
Linghu Zanghun said: "Su Qinghou took Fang Qingyun away."
Xiao Wu did not expect that Su Qinghou would come at this time. She also understood that it was almost impossible to track Su Qinghou in this mountain. Xiao Wu was also very upset about this.
She said to Linghu Zanghun: "Maybe this talkative guy doesn't deserve to die."
Linghu Zanghun said: "He was seriously injured. I also inserted a bamboo pole from his armpit into his chest. His internal organs were also injured. Maybe he can't survive."
Xiao Wu said bitterly: "I hope this talkative thing is seriously injured and cannot be saved. Since he was rescued by Su Qinghou, there is no need to keep this mute!"
Xiao Wu took the sword from one of his subordinates, and then stabbed Tian Tian's chest with the sword to vent his hatred.
Poor Tian Sheng was pierced through the heart with a sword. He fell to the ground, his body convulsed in pain and died.
Linghu Zanghun glanced at Tiansheng's corpse and the blood stains, and said to his subordinates: "Clean up the corpse and the blood stains. Don't leave any blood stains."
The four Four Seas masters were wondering why Linghu Zanghun asked the corpse and blood stains to be cleaned up.
But Linghu Zanghun ordered them to do it.
They threw the corpse and severed hands off the cliff, and began to carefully clean up the blood stains on the ground.
Linghu Zanghun knew that Monk Feiyun lived here in seclusion back then, and that this temple was built by Monk Feiyun. This place gave Linghu Zanghun a sense of belonging and intimacy.
Therefore, he will not destroy anything here, nor will he let corpses and blood stain this sacred place.
Linghu hid his soul and went to the temple to have a look.
There is a room in the temple that has been cleaned spotlessly.
There is a wooden bed in the house, and a big word "Zen" is written on the wall above the bed.
There was a kapok cassock piled squarely on the bed.
There is a string of Buddhist beads placed on the cassock.
Linghu Zanghun's heart moved. He recognized this string of beads. They were the beads of Feiyun Divine Monk!
Linghu Zanghun suddenly understood at this moment that this house was the house where the divine monk lived during his lifetime.
This room is the Buddhist monk Feiyun’s temple.
At that time, the sacred monk knew that his life was coming to an end. He took off his cassock and took off his beads. He folded the cassock and placed the beads on the cassock. Then, wearing only his underwear, he sat on the "sacred stone" on the peak and passed away.
Already...
After Feiyun Divine Monk passed away, Fang Qingyun did not move anything in the house, and no one was allowed to enter the Zen room casually.
Fang Qingyun would come in occasionally and sit quietly for a long time.
It's like having a silent conversation across space with a lost friend.
Strangely enough, this room has never been cleaned, but there is not a trace of dust left.
It's as if there is a magical power in the room, making it spotless.
Linghu Zanghun stretched out his hand and gently stroked the string of Buddhist beads and the cassock.
The ferocity in his eyes also dissipated.
There was a small bamboo basket next to the bed. Linghu Zanghun opened the bamboo basket, and an object came into view.
That's a sandalwood bowl!
The past is like a pearl wiped away from the dust, instantly flashing a strange light in Linghu Zanghun's mind.
The first time he met Divine Monk Feiyun, he was only nine years old.
That day he was riding a tiger for fun. The tiger was brought back from the Central Plains as a birthday gift from his father. He tamed the tiger at a young age.
He rode a tiger and galloped in the wilderness. The tiger kept roaring, which scared the animals on the grassland and fled in panic.
He laughed excitedly.
Later, he met a wandering monk. The monk was wearing a pure white monk's robe and holding a sandalwood bowl. He took a fancy to the sandalwood bowl and went up to grab it.
Of course he was no match for the monk, nor did he grab the sandalwood bowl.
But the monk liked him very much. To his surprise, the monk gave him the sandalwood bowl.
That monk is - Feiyun Divine Monk.
At this time, a voice came from nowhere.
The sound was whimpering and intermittent, like the chirping of ghosts.
"Linghu... hides... his soul. Do you want to know... where Su Qinghou and Fang Qingyun are?"