Yun Qishen

Chapter 2224 Clear and Turbid (5)

"Brother Fu, be careful!"

A disciple of Jing Lingshan saw that something was not right and hurriedly pushed Fu Quxiao away. The next second, the red ghost power hit the disciple's heart hard, and a wisp of soul left the body directly and was summoned by Shuzhuo to surround him.

"Junior brother!" Fu Quxiao had seen fellow junior brothers sacrificed in missions before, but it was not the kind of thing that would save him from grief.

Fu Quxiao also knew that there was no time for him to grieve during the mission, and the same went for his other fellow disciples.

Another disciple of Jing Lingshan raised his sword, and there were also a few blue sword array talismans in his hand. "Let's form a formation first and isolate him with a barrier! We don't know what will happen to this medicine man's body, so let's restrict his movements first, Second Brother!"

Fu Quxiao exchanged a glance with the disciple and then pulled out the black ruler and pointed it at Shuzhuo.

"Chi Ding Sanqian--" The moment the magic weapon took effect, Fu Quxiao also issued another order, "While he has not yet broken through the immobilization technique, everyone concentrate on attacking his spiritual veins and destroying his skills!"

"Yes."

The blue talisman paper burned out, and Jing Lingshan's disciples also set up a sword formation to resist the red ghost power erupted by Shu Zhuo.

Just when the ghost power and magic power were in a confrontation and there was no sign of a breakthrough, the soul of the disciple of Jing Lingshan who had just been sucked away by Shu Zhuo attacked from behind the sword formation.

The soul crashed into the back of a Jing Lingshan disciple and easily took out the disciple's soul.

"Brother!"

As the disciple who was attacked fell to the ground, a breakthrough appeared in the entire sword formation, and more souls began to rampage around Fu Quxiao and the others.

"Damn it! Get out of here!"

Although Fu Quxiao tried his best to lead them to avoid the attacks, he still couldn't prevent some accidents. In the end, only two fellow disciples were left by Fu Quxiao's side.

"Brother... Junior Brother..."

The two disciples' former arrogance and carefreeness were no longer in their eyes. Instead, they were filled with despair about their current situation and fear of the souls of their fellow disciples who had died in the air.

The speed of the souls floating in the air suddenly slowed down, and Shuzhuo, who was releasing ghost power on the opposite side, became a little unsteady.

Is this an illusion? The souls seem to have slowed down...

Fu Quxiao lowered his brows and stared at Shuzhuo's movements.

"This damn body!" Shu Zhuo gritted his teeth and broke Fu Quxiao's immobilization spell. He raised his hands, grabbed his swollen head in pain and growled.

What Shuzhuo saw before his eyes was not Fu Zhuoxiao and the souls surrounding him, but the memories of his own body.

The scene in the memory took place in Jingling Mountain, which was an open space between the Xianjian Sect and the Xianyao Sect. It was a spiritual place for meditation and sitting. The disciples of the Xianjian Sect often came here to cultivate themselves.

[You must be the second disciple of the Immortal Medicine Sect. ]

[I heard that you and our second brother are both medicine practitioners. ]

[But why do you look so weak? Isn't it said that the aura of a medicine man can be created? ]

[Didn’t the people who refined you inject spiritual energy into you? ]

[You are so weak and still stay in Jingling Mountain. Can you please not embarrass us? No wonder you stay in Xianyao Sect. You are not being used for drug testing! How pitiful! But this is the mission of a medicine man. If you have a little spiritual power, you might be like Senior Brother Fu. It turns out that there is a big gap between medicine men and medicine men. ]

In his memory, the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect of Jingling Mountain did not treat Shuzhuo's original body very well. Shuzhuo could feel the unwillingness, sadness and anger of this body. But why didn't he resist them? This was something Shuzhuo could not understand.

〖Hey! You guys who practice swords, don’t look down on us from the Immortal Medicine Sect!〗

A guy whose voice was only in his memory but whose appearance he could not remember stood up. He wore the unique purple Taoist robe with silver edges of Xianyao Sect and stood in front of the original body to argue with the disciples of Xianyao Sect.

"When you get injured during a mission, come to the Immortal Medicine Sect and we will rub salt into your wounds. I'll see who will cry and beg us to let you go!"

Although the man's words were harsh, the disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect did not take them seriously. They even laughed, "Who did I think he was? Duan Xiwu, aren't you also a coward? Why are you trying to be a hero here when you have no spiritual power? Are you here to cause trouble together?"

Duan Xiwu, is this the name of the person whose voice I only remember but whose appearance I cannot remember?

〖How could that be? I am here to let you try the new elixir I refined! Let’s go——〗

The man threw a red pill at the Xianjian Sect disciples and then dragged his original body to run towards the Xianyao Sect at the foot of the mountain. "Second Brother, let's retreat first! There is itching powder in the pill. Hehe! It will be enough to make them suffer for a while!"

[Ah, bastard! Duan Xiwu, you kid, wait for us! It’s so itchy! Damn it!]

The original body was very grateful to this guy named Duan Xiwu.

The original body felt a warmth in his heart.

The original body didn't want to lose these memories.

Shu Zhuo grabbed his hair in annoyance. The moment the fantasy disappeared, he straightened up and raised his head and yelled in annoyance, "Damn it! Who is this person... Why are they all so disgusting!!!"

Suddenly Shuzhuo opened his eyes wide, and a chill that was completely opposite to the warmth in his original memory ran through his chest.

The sword with blue light flew down from the sky. After piercing Shuzhuo, the sword continued to move towards his back, as if it intended to pierce Shuzhu completely.

The red ghost power dissipated and was dissolved by the sword that was glowing blue.

Fu Quxiao stared at the long sword that suddenly pierced Shuzhuo's chest and felt incredible.

"This sword is - Netherworld Laughs at the World!"

It is Taoist Guanyou's sword, and is also known to only a few people in Jingling Mountain. It is Duan Xiwu's sword.

Shu Zhuo stared at the hilt of the sword in front of his chest with a tired face. He raised his hand to pull it out but was ruthlessly bounced away. His ghost power gradually dissipated because of the sword, and his body became lighter and lighter, as if his soul would leave this body in the next second.

"No! No way..." Shuzhuo fell to the ground, spitting out blue blood. His consciousness gradually blurred, and the eyes of this body closed heavily, "I haven't...finished yet..."

The red ghost power mixed with the purple mist surrounding the medicine man dissipated in an instant.

Fu Quxiao and the two disciples of Jing Lingshan beside him felt so weak in their legs and feet that they simply sat down on the ground.

At the same time, shouts were heard behind them.

"Pay the thrush!"

Dai Qi rushed over with Yun Qiqing and the others. After seeing that Fu Quxiao was only followed by two disciples, Dai Qi also understood the general situation.

"Seventh-Master Uncle, my fellow disciples..." Fu Quxiao dragged his tired body and hurriedly stood up. He faced the evil spirit and was about to kneel down.

Dai Qi held him back and signaled him not to do so, "This is not your fault, we will deal with their affairs after we return to Jing Ling Mountain."

Fu Quxiao just nodded slightly, and then he watched Dai Qi approach Shuzhuo.