MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 212

Outside the Hongya safety zone, a figure who was moving away quickly felt something, and looked towards the canyon, with a flash of interest in his eyes.

"The temple is destroyed, the seal is broken, and the ghost boy is unsealed."

"If things go on like this, the seven tiankengs will be completely unsealed in less than three years, and by then...ha."

The corner of Tong Fuyuan's mouth hooked slightly, and he said to himself: "Wu Rong, Wu Rong, why do you insist on living?"

Isn't it good to die? Why would anyone resist the power within their reach. In his previous life, he had been friends with Wu Rong for a long time, but Tong Fuyuan still couldn't understand what he was thinking. Maybe it's this kind of impenetrability and mystery that makes him peek into research like an addiction, and it's like this in his previous life and this life.

At first, Tong Fuyuan didn't plan to do it so soon. At that time, he contacted Wu Rong in advance just to have a look. But at first glance, he discovered that he had actually signed a yin-yang contract with someone else, and the object was still Fu Qing! The psychic's eyes let Tong Fuyuan see that the future is shifting, and what he wants, the goal of pursuing two lives, is undergoing immeasurable changes.

How could Tong Fuyuan sit back and watch, as long as Wu Rong died, things would be back on track, and it would be even better if Fu Qing died together. To kill the python spirit to anger Guitong, Tong Fuyuan knew that Guitong was different from other heroes trapped in the Great Tiankeng. If anyone could leave the bottom of the seven Tiankengs before they were unsealed, it must be him.

Taking advantage of Guitong's resentment, Tong Fuyuan laid out a series of killing arrays. If Gui Tong killed Fu Qing, Wu Rong, who had a yin and yang bond with him, would also die. As for the current Fu Qing, it is impossible to beat the ghost boy without finding the remnant soul. Even if the ghost boy couldn't be killed, the fully activated talisman array could still kill Wu Rong and Fu Qing, and those members of the spirit extermination team would also be buried with him.

In his previous life, Tong Fuyuan once sat in the high position of the leader of the alliance. The talisman array was a top secret in the eyes of others, but it was not for him. Tong Fuyuan set traps layer by layer, and the layout was deep, just for Wu Rong's death. Only after Wu Rong died, everything would proceed in a logical manner.

Even if they didn't die this time, the talisman array was activated, Hongya and Yuzhou were reduced to death, and the spirit extermination team sacrificed, Wu Rong and Fu Qing would definitely be chased and killed by the Federation. At that time, he will either die, or the war between Huangquan and the Federation will start early, which is all within Tong Fuyuan's expectation.

The only surprise...

The rustling sound came from behind again, and a line of white faintly appeared in the night, which made Tong Fuyuan's face darken. If it wasn't for him to hide his whereabouts and be careful not to leave traces when he strikes, how could he be chased and bitten by this group of ghost masks until now. And for some reason, there are more and more of them, and now they are chasing behind Tong Fuyuan like a stormy sea, with amazing momentum, they are willing to bite off a piece of flesh from him regardless of life or death.

Even though Tong Fuyuan had a good temper, he was also a little angry right now. This originally inconspicuous ghost mask actually put him in a dilemma. If they are eliminated, the huge momentum will definitely attract the attention of other safe areas, and there is a risk of exposure. If you don't do it, you can only continue to follow them in circles, running like headless chickens in the wilderness ghostland, and be careful not to approach other safe areas to avoid being discovered.

Why hasn't the talisman fully opened yet.

Roughly calculated, Tong Fuyuan has already circled dozens of laps in the wasteland until it was almost dawn, but the talisman array was like a dumb artillery battle. It was obviously close to being fully activated, but it kept stopping and did not continue to change. . And what makes Tong Fuyuan feel sad most is that he can no longer see the changes in the future clearly. It seems that there is a layer of fog covering the picture, making it completely unreal.

Unless Fu Qingnan reappears, no one can solve this crisis.

Suppressing the vague premonition of uneasiness, Tong Fuyuan took a deep breath, and continued to circle the wasteland with more and more ghost masks. Finally, for a moment, an ominous light of blood appeared in the dark sky in the distance. The ghost masks who have been following Tong Fuyuan stand up one by one, like a row of white shells inserted on the beach after low tide. Their grimaces seemed to be crying, not crying, or smiling, and the sharp edges of the masks collided, making a piercing 'clacking' sound.

This vision was also noticed by Tong Fuyuan. He looked into the distance, raised his brows, and finally showed a bit of color on his face.

The ghost boy woke up.

It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, Tong Fuyuan should leave immediately while the ghost mask is frightened. But before he turned and left, he habitually opened his spiritual eyes and looked towards the canyon. Although everything is going according to the plan, Tong Fuyuan always feels that somewhere in his heart is not at ease, like floating in mid-air with nowhere to land, this feeling is very bad for psychics.

So when he realized that the ghost boy was awake, and logically speaking, everything would be a foregone conclusion, he was still uneasy, and looked over there as if to confirm. Distance and occlusions are not any hindrances to the psychic medium. What his dark pupils see is the more essential things hidden under the appearance of everything in the world. The flow of energy, the change of power, everything can't be hidden under Tong Fuyuan's eyes.

He can walk freely between the Holy Wedge Society and human society, and no one can detect his dual identity because of these eyes. In the heyday of Tong Fuyuan in his previous life, his eyes could even look directly at the Great Tiankeng. Therefore, Tong Fuyuan didn't pay too much attention to the ghost boy and the crack in the tiankeng, and the twisted energy on them couldn't hurt him.

Tong Fuyuan will regret today's carelessness.

When he opened his eyes and looked towards the canyon, what he saw was not the resentment of the ghost boy, nor the fully activated fire marks dancing like a long dragon. The dazzling red color occupies Tong Fuyuan's entire field of vision, like flowing hot magma, and looking directly at the sun.

Tong Fuyuan suddenly closed his eyes in pain, and two bloodstains flowed from the corners of his eyes. At the same time, those ghost masks quickly spun into the ground without hesitation, and in an instant there were only countless mud pits left on the ground. They were trembling, as if they were avoiding something that was extremely terrifying to them.

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It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like countless years had passed. Even though Wu Rong could judge that the sea of ​​blood that drowned him was an illusion, the powerful and terrifying power that could crush his body and soul was not an illusion. The thick and disgusting smell of blood overwhelmed him. In a trance, Wu Rong seemed to see countless tragic scenes, massacres, sacrifices, blood, and flames, but the strange thing was that, except for the first moment of impact, Wu Rong didn't feel any pain after that. pain.

It was obvious that his body was trembling and convulsing in the sea of ​​blood, almost collapsing, but an invisible and majestic energy gradually emerged from the depths of his soul. This kind of power is different from the power of the ghost king. It is not the power of the nine-star ghost king in the previous life that Wu Rong gradually recovered. It is a power that is hidden deeper and quieter. Even though he was in a sea of ​​blood that could destroy him, Wu Rong rarely felt a sense of hunger.

hungry.

very hungry.

The feeling of a bottomless void in the depths of his soul reappeared, stronger and more unbearable than before. It was as if a hungry beast lived in his body, howling with dissatisfaction, greedily salivating for the energy rushing past him. Wu Rong's consciousness was distracted for a moment, until a fiery familiar flame fell on his body, and his reason returned.

There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth, and Wu Rong had no time to think whether he had bitten his tongue out of nervousness just now, or whether he really took a bite out of the sea of ​​blood transformed by the power of the pit that day. When Wu Rong opened his eyes, the illusion had disappeared. Fu Qing stood in front of him, and a dazzling flame ignited on the mahogany sword. This familiar position made Wu Rong's heart tremble slightly, and she subconsciously looked at Fu Qing's feet.

There is no shadow of one thing or another, and there is no different but strange and harmonious temperament. He just stood there quietly, with the point of his sword slanted downward. When Wu Rong saw blood dripping, he immediately remembered the ghost boy who had pierced Fu Qing's chest and grabbed his heart, but Wu Rong stood still and did not step forward.

The two parties who signed the yin-yang contract can understand each other's thoughts without words.

Don't move forward.

No one can take part in this battle.

Wu Rong is not an obedient person, he believes in his own judgment more, but the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling in front of the white back in front of him makes his eyes reveal somewhat complicated emotions.

The remnant soul will return eventually, both Fu Qing and Nan are special existences to Wu Rong, which makes him seldom pay attention to things that have not happened, and even imagined various situations when nothing happened. There was a big ghost who broke the five-layer seal, and it was logical that the remnant souls fused together. There are also cases where Fu Qing breaks through self-guided remnant soul fusion when he is in a fatal crisis. Danger is always the catalyst for breakthrough, Wu Rong has a deep understanding of this.

The current situation is more like a danger breakthrough, but it is not. Wu Rong saw a red string wrapped around Fu Qing's wrist, and the red string hung down, connecting to the talisman array below, just like a blood transfusion line in a hospital. The cracks in the Great Tiankeng mutated, and the ghost boy was fully awakened. It stands to reason that the talisman array will be completely activated, and the vitality of Hongya and Yuzhou will be drained.

But right now, the talisman array seems to be calmed down, and the thick and powerful power has become quiet and peaceful. The pulse-like vibration traveled from the talisman array along the red line to Fu Qing's wrist, connected to the talisman array, and supplied energy to the talisman array with his own power. No matter how powerful a person is, he should be sucked dry by this terrifying formation, but Fu Qing still stood there, his body under the snow-white Taoist robe was slightly thin, but not thin.

An indescribable aura permeated from his body, like the everlasting mountains and reefs, which would not be shaken despite the wind and waves.

'When people are in danger, I'm there. '

This sentence suddenly emerged from Wu Rong's heart, as if someone had said it in his ear. The voice was deep and firm, and it was conceivable that the person who said this must be doing what he said.

'I am strong enough not to be in danger. '

Another voice sounded, indifferently: 'It is the weak who need to be protected, and they will eventually be drowned by the long river of history. Human life is so short and fragile, your protection is pointless. '

The other party seemed to say something again, but Wu Rong couldn't hear clearly. With the tip of his nose burning, he raised his head and found that Fu Qing had erected his mahogany sword, pointing at the blood-red ghost boy entrenched in the center of the talisman array like a spider. Platinum snow fell from the sky profusely, hot and scalding. This is not blood, but flames.

Wu Rong had never seen it before, the platinum-gold Zhengyang fire. The blood-red phantom loomed on Fu Qing's body. When he spoke, his voice was low and calm, exactly the same as what Wu Ronggang vaguely heard, and it contained infinite morality.

This is Fu Qingnan's voice.

He said, "Yang."

In an instant, the platinum flames burned into one piece, like a dazzling sun falling into the canyon.