Xuanxia

Chapter 1080 Awakening the Smoker
Fu Qingzhou fell back to the edge of the cliff and rolled heavily to the ground. The hilt of the ancient sword in his hand finally turned into ashes completely as he rolled.

He knocked down Dong Qianran and Ning Wushu like a ball, and the three of them rolled to the ground together.

After falling to the ground, Fu Qingzhou was the first to get up - after the battle, he was the least injured among the three.

But as soon as he stood up, his stomach began to churn violently and he suddenly vomited a large mouthful of... black water!
"Qing Zhou?"

Ning Wushu on the side said in horror.

She tried to get up to help, but she couldn't get up herself.

Dong Qianran felt a little better. She struggled to get up and came to Fu Qingzhou, only to see that the black curse marks on his face and body were fading rapidly!
"Young Master Fu? You..." Her pupils shrank.

Fu Qingzhou stretched out his hand and made a gesture to stop him.

He could feel that something was being pulled away from his body... and floating towards the body of the smoker in the sky.

But that thing was invisible and could not be seen by the naked eye. Perhaps he could see it by opening his third eye, but at this moment Fu Qingzhou felt a dull pain between his brows and was unable to open his third eye at all - he knew that the sword had left the smoker's body, and his body had begun to recall his soul.

The soul of the smoker is being pulled out of his body!

The black water that you vomit out is just a "side effect".

The Smoker was able to stay in my body for such a long time, and it left behind a special curse mark, a curse mark that could suppress other existences in the Styx Valley, and a curse mark that could directly open the gate of the Styx Valley. Now that it is leaving, how could I not react at all?
If you pull out a small splinter from your body, you will bleed.

There will definitely be side effects if a soul is forcibly taken away.

Fu Qingzhou lay on the ground, spitting out black water continuously. The black water fell on the sand and immediately began to boil with the sand, even emitting bubbles. At the same time, the curse mark on his body had quickly faded back to the palm of his right hand, and was still gradually fading away.

Finally, he spit out all the black water, and the curse mark that had accompanied him for many years completely disappeared from the palm of his right hand.

He raised his head and looked at the old man in black hanging in the air.

The spiritual light and vitality in the old man's pupils were gathering little by little.

"Qing Zhou?"

Ning Wushu struggled and asked in a low voice: "Is this right?"

Fu Qingzhou nodded slowly.

It should be right.

Although no one knew why the sword was inserted into the body of the smoker, turning him into a sword demon, and why his soul ran to the ruined temple in Bailu Mountain thousands of miles away, the ancient handle had been pulled out, and this body was no longer abnormal. The smoker in Fu Qingzhou's body also left...

I think that’s right.

Fu Qingzhou recalled what the smoker had said before he disappeared.

"Mo...River...Valley..."

What it wants to talk about should be the Northern Desert and the Styx Valley.

This means that in the Smoker’s memory, its physical body should be in the Styx Valley, not here.

There are so many secrets here that even the Smoker himself may not know them, but... they can always explain some problems.

Fu Qingzhou always felt that "the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao" and "the parasite of the Heavenly Dao" were not the end of all secrets. There were many things in between, even including his own time travel - no, it was his and Zhao Yuan's time travel. The secret in this matter was also very big.

Perhaps, if the smoker wakes up, he can explain a lot of things.

At this moment, the black-clothed old man's pupils were shining brighter and brighter, but there was always a hair's breadth missing.

Fu Qingzhou frowned.

The old man in black began to struggle and his face began to distort.

He seemed to be in great pain, and although his limbs did not move, his facial features showed extreme agony - but this kind of pain was somewhat "superficial", not like pain that came from the heart, but like a natural expression of the body.

This kind of pain has no soul.

Where is his soul?
His soul didn't seem to fit in completely with his body, like a knife inserted into an inappropriate sheath. It could fit in, but it just didn't fit. It would swing, collide, and slide off...

"Is it because the soul has been away from the body for too long that it no longer fits in?"

Fu Qingzhou frowned.

He had finished spitting out the black water, his body had recovered, and he slowly stood up.

"Old thing?"

He called out tentatively, "How are you?"

There was no response, but the expression of the physical body became more painful, and the ten fingers of the old man in black began to twist and deform...even the light in his eyes began to dissipate again!
"Young Master Fu..."

Dong Qianran whispered at the side: "Could it be that the soul and the body are not in harmony?" Fu Qingzhou nodded solemnly.

"Is there a solution?" he turned and asked.

Dong Qianran frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Name."

"Name?" Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

"If the soul cannot return to the body, call his name to call the soul back." Dong Qianran said, "It's a folk method, but it is indeed useful. If the soul is out of the body for too long and there is no special method to maintain it, the memory will be confused and it may even get lost. Even if it returns to the physical body, it will not know what to do."

"But if we call his name more often, his spirit will be awakened and his body will also be sensitive, and the two will be able to fit in."

Calling souls?
Fu Qingzhou didn't expect that calling souls could be used in this matter.

However, he did remember that before the smoker "died", he asked Fu Qingzhou to remember his name.

And I have learned his real name in the Styx Valley.

"Cang Yun!"

Fu Qingzhou stood up and shouted in a shocking voice: "Cang Yun!!! Wake up!!!"

The old man in black, who was twisted and in pain, suddenly trembled.

His head slowly turned towards Fu Qingzhou, and the light in his pupils began to condense again.

The moment their eyes met, the yellow sand solidified in the wind.

There was a thin layer of mist in the old man in black's eyes, like a waning moon reflected in a dry well.

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, cold sweat oozed out of his back, and his right hand subconsciously clenched.

This look... is very strange.

Old ghost, don’t you recognize yourself?
No, it will take some time. Don’t be in a hurry. Wait and see.

After a moment, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank into needle points!
"..."

He slowly opened his mouth and a hoarse, short hiss came out of his throat. At the same time, his eyes revealed intense greed!
Fu Qingzhou was very familiar with this kind of greed.

However, his brows were still furrowed.

At least now, the old ghost shouldn't show any greedy look towards him.

The old man in black began to slowly approach Fu Qingzhou, with greed in his eyes growing more and more. He began to grin, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, and stretched out his withered old hand, slowly reaching towards Fu Qingzhou's brow.

"Young Master Fu?!"

Dong Qianran lowered her voice and asked in a low voice.

Fu Qingzhou shook his head.

Dong Qianran's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she slowly reached out for the Xian Sword that was inserted between the two of them, but her wrist was held down by Fu Qingzhou.

The old man in black stabbed Fu Qingzhou's forehead with his fingertips.

He moved slowly and carefully, but his fingertips still easily drew a bloody mark on Fu Qingzhou's forehead.

"sky……"

The old man uttered hoarse words from his throat: "Heaven..."

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile: "What the hell? Old man, you want to attack me, have you figured out your idea?"

The old man was startled, and the next moment, the light in his pupils suddenly became clear, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like a thawing spring stream.

He also slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Fu Qingzhou saw the smile spreading from the other's eyes, wrapped in the relief of the melting of thousands of years of glaciers, but when it spread over the corners of the mouth, it condensed into cunning ice edges.

The wind suddenly came alive, carrying grains of sand and hitting the young man's blood-stained collar, making a rustling sound like a soul-calling flag.

They looked at each other in the surging turbid air, one smiling like a hunter who caught the fox's tail, the other as quiet as a reflection in a deep pool.

"Hey you f*ck!?"

The Smoker's voice suddenly became much clearer, and his facial expressions became more vivid. He looked at the hand he had extended, his eyes full of surprise: "You really resurrected me?!"

Finally woke up the old ghost!

Next, the plot will enter the final stage!

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(End of this chapter)