nycdaug Chapter 108 Are You Afraid of Ghosts Knocking on Your Door?
Chapter 108 Are You Afraid of Ghosts Knocking on Your Door?
The wind stops and the intention is the evil god.
Zhu Jiu finally understood why he didn't feel the aura of the evil god.
When Feng Zhiyi was in the womb, the sword heart was not yet formed, but it was defiled by Feng Qingcheng using the powerful half of the sword embryo.
It also prevented her soul from showing.
Feng Zhiyi's sword heart should be extremely pure and upright, so it is difficult for it to coexist with the sword embryo, causing him to suffer heart pain every time he uses sword power.
With his soul and heart back in place, the feeling of weakness that Zhu Jiu had been feeling all the time for the past month finally dissipated a little.
She suppressed the breakthrough that was about to come; now was not the right time.
Zhu Jiu's spiritual consciousness was finally able to be released from his body, free from half-blindness.
If he had taken the soul heart back earlier, Zhu Jiu would have been able to see the lack of vitality in these Jialan people.
But everything happened just one step late.
The tragedy has happened, and Zhu Jiu is heartbroken.
Then he kicked the culprit, Feng Qingcheng's Nascent Soul, away hard. The Nascent Soul was embedded in the wall and could not be removed.
Feng Qingcheng didn't react at all. He and Zhang Jiji were both stunned and in disbelief.
what?
Something as precious as a sword embryo, which cannot even be created artificially, is extremely rare in the 50,000 years of cultivation history of the Jiuyou Realm. How could Feng Zhiyi have it?
Feng Qingcheng was the one who could not accept it the most, because if what Zhu Jiu said was true, he could have dug out Feng Zhiyi's sword heart and given it to himself, which would definitely be a better fit than the unruly sword embryo!
How can he deal with this? How can he accept it? How can he face everything?
He shook his head frantically, unwilling to believe it, and even panicked, "Impossible! You are lying to me!"
Zhu Jiu ignored him and reached out to press Feng Zhiyi's dantian. This time she didn't insert it. A faint golden light flashed on her palm, and she forcefully pulled out the sword embryo that was filled with resentment.
The sword embryo sensed the danger, and it struggled violently with sword energy running rampant, and there was even a faint ghost howl, which was more than twice as strong as the day when Feng Zhiyi attacked under the city.
He wanted to escape, but in the hands of Zhu Jiu, whose soul was now one-seventh complete, he didn't even have the chance to jump a few times like last time.
at the same time.
Feng Zhiyi had lost his sword embryo and his heart had been pierced, so he was almost dead.
At this moment, a dazzling glass light suddenly lit up in my heart.
It is joyful, clear and flawless. The moment it appears, it cleanses all the gloomy air around it, leaving only purity.
Jianxin happily circled around Zhu Jiu and Feng Zhiyi who was lying on her shoulders, and even drew heart shapes in a coquettish manner.
Zhu Jiu knocked on it with one finger, "Go back and stop making trouble."
Jianxin paused, turned twice, and flew back quickly, occupying Feng Zhiyi's chest. The bloody wound gradually healed.
Not only that, the Nascent Soul stage, which had originally failed to break through, also came to fruition smoothly.
The wind stopped and my breathing became clearer.
……
Zhang Jiji witnessed it with his own eyes. After being shocked, tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. He laughed sadly, "This is ridiculous, Feng Qingcheng, don't you want to laugh?"
The last line of defense in Feng Qingcheng's heart was completely broken. He babbled crazily, "No! It's all fake. Feng Zhiyi is my son, he..."
Feng Qingcheng's voice paused and his expression turned grim.
Zhang Jiji sneered with pity: "He is your son. How could you, such a loser, give birth to a son with a natural swordsmanship?"
"See, after three hundred years of lying, you know exactly what kind of person you are."
At this moment, Zhu Jiu closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then slowly opened his eyes and said quietly: "Feng Qingcheng."
The latter glared at her resentfully.
Zhu Jiu said: "When you do something bad, are you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door?"
Feng Qingcheng was stunned. What does that mean?
At this moment.
“Boom, boom, boom—”
A stiff knock sounded outside the door, as if knocking on people's hearts, extremely cold and gloomy.
Who? All the Jialan people are dead, who will come?
Feng Qingcheng's pupils slowly contracted.
There is a sound outside the door——
"City Lord, why didn't you go to the corner tower to guard the city defense formation today?"
"City Lord, is the young city lord feeling better? I have newly refined a pain-relieving pill today, it will surely be very effective."
"Has the young city lord achieved a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage? Everyone is counting on him to survive."
……
After a loud noise, it became eerily quiet. Amid the sound of heavy rain, Aunt Liu's cold voice suddenly rang out.
"Why don't you open the door?"
Like the calmness before the rolling waves, the next moment, the evil spirits and resentment are overwhelming.
The doors and walls on all sides were slammed loudly.
"Open the door, why don't you open the door!"
"Feng Qingcheng! Feng Zhiyi! Pay for my life, and the life of the stillborn child in my womb!"
"Why do you live, why do you rise to the top, why do you live happily?"
……
Zhu Jiu felt the entire Jialan City with a solemn mood——
Without the Heavenly Dao, Jiuyou should not have a ghost body that exists independently from the body, but now there is one.
Because of the appearance of her soul, the souls of the Jialan people who died unjustly broke free from the constraints of rules and condensed into ghost bodies.
They rushed forward, their resentment rolling like a dark cloud, clinging to the room and swallowing up all the light.
Feng Qingcheng and Zhang Jiji had never seen such a scene in their dreams. They felt like they had lost their souls and were terrified.
No, is there really a ghost?
Isn't that the stuff of legends?
Zhu Jiu's head was buzzing with the noise from these Jia Lan ghosts. She waved her hand and the door opened.
"Stop knocking and come in and sit down."
Aunt Lin, who was lying on the door, with her mouth as big as her face open, was stunned by Zhu Jiu's sudden action.
The ghosts froze for a moment, then lined up obediently and came in. As soon as they came in, they showed their ferocious looks and pounced on Feng Qingcheng's Nascent Soul with resentment.
Feng Qingcheng was still hanging on the wall and couldn't get down. He asked Zhu Jiu for help in fear and even threatened Feng Zhiyi.
Zhu Jiu looked at him coldly.
In a flash, only half of his Nascent Soul was left, and Feng Qingcheng had no choice but to throw out his biggest chip.
He said viciously while hiding: "Don't you want to know how I took away Feng Qingjue's talent back then?"
"How did he plan such a heaven-defying move as seizing the life force of a city and forging a sword embryo?"
These two things would have caused great shock to the entire Nine Netherworld, not to mention the evil cultivators in Qiannan.
Can you take away talent whenever you want? Can you forge a sword blank whenever you want?
Isn't the Nine Netherworld filled with geniuses and sword embryos as numerous as the hairs on cattle?
Therefore, Feng Qingcheng's mysterious method is really powerful and mysterious, and should not appear in the small Jialan City at all.
Outside the screen, the leaders of the major forces who already had doubts pricked up their ears and became excited.
Even Zhang Jiji, who was half dead, wanted to hear this secret before he died.
Just when everyone was curious and wanted to die, Zhu Jiu nodded calmly and shook his head in boredom.
"Want to know."
"But I already knew that."
Everyone inside and outside the screen: “??????”
What the hell? What does she know?
But Zhu Jiu had already shut up.
They shook Zhu Jiu's shoulders frantically in their hearts, "Open your mouth and speak! Speak!"
The confident Feng Qingcheng was dumbfounded. He looked at Zhu Jiu, who had no worldly desires at all, and felt completely desperate.
In the end, not a soul was left behind as it was swallowed up by the tide of ghosts.
Before his consciousness was annihilated, for some reason he suddenly remembered the very beginning, when Feng Qingjue patiently taught him how to practice sword.
Zhang Jiji watched Feng Qingcheng die, but he did not feel as happy as he had expected. He just felt sad and cold, as if everything had changed and people had changed.
……
A small black token suddenly fell at the place where Feng Qingcheng's Nascent Soul disappeared.
It exudes an indescribable absurdity.
Zhu Jiu hooked her finger, and Xiao Ling fell into her hand, cold.
People outside the screen saw a pale word "female" printed on it.
……
The ghosts killed Feng Qingcheng, which aroused their ferocity. They looked at Feng Zhiyi with resentment again, and even forgot their fear of Zhu Jiu.
Who doesn't hate him?
Whether Feng Zhiyi knew it or not, he was enjoying the sword embryo that they nurtured with their vitality.
Then he is not innocent.
Zhang Jiji felt complicated, but he knew in his heart that Zhu Jiu would never let Feng Zhiyi get into trouble.
Then he saw—
Zhu Jiu made way.
The ghosts were overjoyed and rushed forward, tearing Feng Zhiyi into pieces.
he died.
No surprise at all.
Zhang Jiji: “???”
People outside the screen: “???”
No, huh???