Jin Zhuo's cry made Hua Duxiu even more panicked.

What, it's going to take that soul?

Who, demonic energy?

What soul to capture, the soul locked in the little red sword?

In fact, from beginning to end, Hua Duxiu didn't dare to believe that the so-called "soul" was locked in the little red sword.

Shen Qingyue has always been his heart disease, he didn't dare to think about it, to think deeply about what was going on here.

If Qingyue's soul was really locked in the Little Red Sword, what did the Little Red Sword mean to him?

Is it just a sword, a memento left by a deceased wife?

Second, the soul thing is too ethereal, no one has ever seen it, Jin Zhuo said unilaterally, who knows if he is talking nonsense or for what purpose?

The little red sword is in his own hands, he can believe it or not, anyway, the little red sword has been with him for so many years, and it has never been good. But now that the demonic qi has changed, and Jin Zhuo has shouted out the soul again, Hua Duxiu is really panicked.

What if what he said was true, after Qingyue's death, the soul really existed, and it did not enter reincarnation, but was locked in the little red sword?

What if it's really going to be devoured by demonic energy?

Wouldn't he become a sinner?

Let Qingyue's soul not rest in peace after her death, and the sinner who will be torn apart again?

Hua Duxiu endured the sharp pain in his right hand and shouted, "Old guy, come and help!"

Jin Zhuo wanted to get up, but the meridians of his whole body were locked and he couldn't stand up at all, so Hua Duxiu immediately shouted: "Qiqi, let him go!"

Ding Qiqi had already panicked, where did he have any ideas, and when he heard Hua Duxiu's shouting, he immediately withdrew his Wuji True Qi, and instantly lifted the blockade of Jin Zhuo's meridians.

Jin Zhuo flew up, and grabbed the little red sword on Hua Duxiu's leg with his big hand.

A pale yellow aura condensed from his hands, which was the Wuji True Qi he released, and Hua Duxiu struggled fiercely in his head for a moment.

Do you want to believe him?

Do you want to stop him?

What to do?

Hua Duxiu's eyes stared, watching Jin Zhuo's movements infinitely, and his eyes swept over Jin Zhuo's expression and eyes, wanting to see his true purpose.

He decided to take a gamble.

There was not the slightest greed in Jin Zhuo's eyes, let alone a look of successful tricks, some of them were as anxious and uneasy as him.

Bet on him, bet he's really helping me!

Hua Duxiu didn't make any moves, still controlling the black demonic qi with all his might, and Jin Zhuo immediately covered Hua Duxiu's right hand and the little red sword with Wuji True Qi, forcibly stabilizing the blood refining technique in progress.

Multiply......!

When the black demonic qi touched Jin Zhuo Wuji's true qi, it first rushed violently, as if it had poured oil on the fire, and Jin Zhuo's withered hands were also instantly burned and blackened, but in the next moment, a pool of red blood poured out of Jin Zhuo's palm, and the special aura contained in the blood suppressed this demonic qi, and the demonic qi swaying from side to side slowly stabilized.

Jin Zhuo's head was full of beads of sweat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Hua, quickly, withdraw this black mist and get it back!"

"I've separated it from the little red sword, hold on!"

Hua Duxiu hurriedly said: "What about the Qingling Qi?"

Jin Zhuo said: "I'll suppress it!"

Hua Duxiu didn't say a word, and with a hook of his fingers, the black demonic qi that broke away from the little red sword turned into a docile little sheep again, and gradually drifted away from the sword body along Hua Duxiu's fingers, and under Hua Duxiu's precise control, he slowly approached the animal skin fragment in the palm of his left hand.

Hiss......

With a soft sound, the fragments of the animal skin were like a natural vortex, swirling and absorbing the black qi.

The blood beads that fell on the body of the little red sword sword were like dew on a hot pot, tumbling and quickly evaporating.

Jin Zhuo stabilized the spiritual qi on the little red sword, his body trembled, slowly withdrew his palm, and sat on the ground.

The demonic qi disappeared, the little red sword lay quietly on Hua Duxiu's legs, a faint cold air slowly leaked out from the sword body, and the little red sword became moist inexplicably like a top-grade jade.

Even if you look closely, there is a faint layer of frost on the surface.

Everyone: "......"

Hua Duxiu and Jin Zhuo stared at Xiao Hongjian, while Ding Qiqi stared at Hua Duxiu's right hand, and no one spoke.

Hua Duxiu asked: "Senior, let's ...... Did it work?"

Jin Zhuo closed his eyes, and Xuan opened his eyes again: "It's smooth, it's successful." ”

Hua Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Ding Qiqi interjected: "What a fart, Xiaohua, your hands!"

Hua Duxiu raised his right hand slightly, and looked at it by the light of the bonfire, his right hand was like grease that had been licked by the hot fire, black and bright, but there were no serious burn marks.

Hua Duxiu couldn't help but gasp and said, "What's the situation, my jade hand...... Why is it like this?"

Ding Qiqi: "It's over, you have to learn from me in the future, and you have to wear gloves for the rest of your life." ”

Hua Duxiu: "......"

Jin Zhuo said with a bitter face: "Look at my hand again." ”

Hua Duxiu and Ding Qiqi turned their heads to see that Jin Zhuo's hands were also pitch black, but unlike Hua Duxiu, Hua Duxiu was black and shiny, as if he had been smeared with a layer of oil, but Jin Zhuo's hands were really burned.

The already dry skin was completely burned away, sticking to the bones lifelessly, and the five fingers turned into five black bone claws, similar to those that turned into skeletons after decades of death.

Hua Duxiu gasped: "...... Senior, does it hurt?"

Jin Zhuo's head was covered with beads of sweat, and his voice trembled slightly: "It hurt a lot just now, but now...... I'm unconscious. ”

Hua Duxiu: "......"

Ding Qiqi was curious: "What's the matter, why did your two hands become like this?"

Hua Duxiu: "I don't know ......"

Jin Zhuo stared at Hua Duxiu and asked, "Brother Hua, the dry skin in your hand...... What is it? What is that black gas that came out?"

Hua Duxiu said, "Can I choose not to say it?"

Jin Zhuo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Say it or not, I don't have a few years to live, and this hand is useless, but your hand is ...... If you tell me, maybe in my experience, I can give you some advice. ”

Hua Duxiu looked sad, slowly put away the fragments of animal skin in his palm, and looked at Xiaohong Kendao:

"Alas, little red sword, little red sword, you are reborn, I am miserable, just this black hand, how can I ...... in the future Alas. ”

As he spoke, Hua Duxiu glanced at Ding Qiqi.

Ding Qiqi was already squatting beside Hua Duxiu, carefully trying to heal him with superb healing skills.

It's a pity that the injury on Hua Duxiu's right hand is not a burning fire, nor is it a knife and axe injury, Ding Qiqi tried and tried, but it had no effect.

Jin Zhuo smiled and said, "You really don't say it, forget it, anyway, if I can see such a miracle skill, the sin I suffered this time is not in vain." This hand is wasted, and it is used like an iron hand, so that you can not work in the next few years and take care of your old age. ”

Hua Duxiu glanced at him and said, "Senior, it's not that I don't want to say it, if I say it, it will only cause you more doubts." If you follow this doubt, you will be unlucky. ”

Jin Zhuo asked, "Why do you say this?"

Hua Duxiu asked, "You really want to know?"

Jin Zhuo said: "I promised you, I will never tell the fourth person what happened here today, I want to know purely because of ...... Because the black qi is beyond my knowledge, it is a strange and magical power, and it ...... It seems to have a special suppressive and devouring effect on Wuji True Qi. ”

"We cultivators, Wuji True Qi has been playing with it all our lives, and we can see this kind of thing before we die, so of course we want to figure out what it is. ”

Hua Duxiu thought for a while and said, "That's okay, then I'll tell you." Earlier, you repaired the little red sword for me, although you were disrespectful, I also gave you a sword, which means that I have not repaid your kindness. ”

"If you hadn't made a timely move just now, it's hard to say whether the black qi could be controlled, at least my little red sword...... In this way, I owe you two favors, and it is nothing to tell you this secret. ”

Jin Zhuo smiled bitterly: "The relationship between the two of me is small, the key is my hand...... Do you know how valuable my hand is? ”

Hua Duxiu categorically refused: "Don't even think about this." ”

Ding Qiqi glanced at him: "Hey, old man, if we don't kill you, we will give you face, and you are still talking about your hand here? What if you give you a healthy hand, how can you still hold chopsticks for a few days and eat a few bites of food?"

Hua Duxiu said: "Okay, okay, Qiqi, your mouth is too unforgiving, don't say it." ”

Ding Qiqi exhaled angrily: "Xiaohua, it's okay for you to tell him your secret, but the old man also has to find a way to cure your black hand." This is caused by the Blood Refining Technique, he must have a way!"

Jin Zhuo smiled bitterly: "Let's listen to Brother Hua first, if I can think of a way, I will definitely know everything." ”

Hua Duxiu said: "Okay, then I say, you guys listen well." Qiqi, you also listen carefully, this involves the words that the great master who was burned to charcoal that day gave you before leaving, you listened to it and pondered it. ”

Ding Qiqi said strangely: "What is the master who has been burned into carbon, who has explained what to me?"

Hua Duxiu said speechlessly: "...... Do you have such a bad memory? It's the one Lu Ziye and the little fat man sent away!"

Ding Qiqi suddenly realized: "Oh, you said him, he explained my words...... Oh, I see, so you say, I'm still wondering, what did he tell me to do?"

Hua Duxiu nodded, and stroked the body of the little red sword with his intact left hand, and the faint layer of frost felt the temperature of Hua Duxiu's palm, and it disappeared immediately.

The jade hand stroked, the chill on the sword body subsided, and it was completely condensed in the sword, Hua Duxiu was amazed in his heart, and he was quite emotional.

It's a miracle.

Hua Duxiu cleared his throat and told all the black flames he had about the fragments of animal skins, about the demonic qi, and even the black magic thunder of the Iron King Temple in the Ancestral Miao Realm, and the strange black-clothed people who besieged Bai Yujing.

I also said some things that I had summed up, and Jin Zhuo was stunned for a long time when I heard it.

Hua Duxiu finished speaking, he was still in a daze, stunned, it seemed that the amount of information revealed by Hua Duxiu was too large, and he couldn't digest it for a while.

Hua Duxiu asked: "Qiqi, you should remember what I said today, and think about it slowly in the future, if you have anything to think of, you can ask me for verification at any time." ”

Ding Qiqi scratched his head: "I'll try my best." ”

Hua Duxiu asked: "Senior, senior, wake up." ”

Jin Zhuo came back to his senses, his face was full of emotion, and he shook his head and said:

"It's terrible, it's terrible, it turns out that this is the so-called demonic qi that caused chaos in the world thousands of years ago?