"Brother Ou, he's dead—"

Lin Fei hesitated for a long time before he said, his face was full of grief and indignation, but he lowered his head, not daring to look at Feng Qiwu's eyes.

"Dead?" Feng Qiwu's heart ached, and it was almost a whirlwind.

She immediately added, "How so? Wasn't it okay half a month ago, how could he die! Who do you listen to! ”

Lin Fei knew that Feng Qiwu and Ou Wuchen had a good relationship, and he and Ou Wuchen had known each other for a long time, and when he heard the news, he was also sad for a while.

"Now the entire cultivation world has spread all over the world, when the people of the Wuji Sect returned to the sect after watching the Imperial Capital Competition, they were attacked by the blood of the Demon Sect Leader on the road, and the people of the sect were killed and injured countless times, and even the master of the sect was seriously injured.

"Impossible!" Feng Qiwu let out a low snort, turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Sister, where are you going-" Lin Fei chased after him, but saw that Feng Qiwu had already run under the mountain gate.

Feng Qiwu's heart was completely panicked.

Ou Wuchen is dead......

Ou Wuchen is dead......

Could it be that the people of the Zhuge family in Zhaojiazhuang of Yangding Palace are all dead, and it is finally Ou Wuchen's turn?

How could he have died?

How could he die!

Feng Qiwu didn't believe it, but the panic in his heart was unprecedented, the flower-faced cat chased after him, carrying Feng Qiwu into the air, and flying towards the territory of Wuji Gate with its fastest speed.

The peacock looked at the phoenix perched like a headless fly, shook his head, and followed.

Before he left Fengming Mountain for a long time, Feng Qiwu saw a person in front of him.

The man was dressed in white, it was the White Lotus, he was alone, he seemed to be rushing to Fengming Mountain, and when he saw Feng Qiwu who was in a hurry, his heart moved, and he hurriedly stopped her.

Seeing the white lotus coming, Feng Qiwu naturally hugged him, grabbed his sleeve, and asked nervously, "Really?" ”

White Lotus looked at her anxious face, her heart sank, she was silent for a long time, and then she still whispered: "He was seriously injured, and when he returned to the mountain for a day, he couldn't see you at the last glance, and now, it's buried——"

Feng Qiwu was almost dark, didn't say anything, jumped on the back of the flower-faced cat, and told it to rush to Wuji Gate at full speed.

"Qiwu, wait for me—" White Lotus also chased after him anxiously, but Feng Qiwu didn't mean to wait for him at all, and didn't even stop.

Looking at the resolute back, the heart of the white lotus is like ten thousand swords piercing.

If she died, would she have such an anxious look?

Feng Qiwu now has only one thought in his heart - he won't die! Definitely not!

But even though she already had a vague idea of the answer.

The speed of the flower-faced cat was far from enough for Feng Qiwu, who was anxious now, and the peacock took her and the white lotus to Wuji Gate.

In the Wuji Gate, there was a dead silence, the whole mountain was gloomy, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it would come to an end at any time.

The gate people saw a man and a woman riding a huge peacock, and directly tore the mountain protection array and fell under the mountain gate, and Wujimen was shocked.

Now that the retreat has not yet come out, there are many casualties among the masters in the door, if the Demon Sect takes the opportunity to come to sneak attack, how can it be stopped?

The peacock fell, and a man and a woman jumped down, and the woman was born with a beautiful face, but with death-like pain.

"Who!"

Feng Qiwu said: "I want to see Ou Wuchen." ”

"Ou Wuchen?" The gatekeeper groaned for a while, and it took a long time to remember the name, and said, "You are late, and the junior brother of Wuchen has been buried." ”

Bury!

Hearing these two words, Feng Qiwu's delicate body seemed to tremble again, and the White Lotus hurriedly held her up, and said softly: "Let's go, don't look at it." ”

Feng Qiwu stepped forward resolutely, forcibly endured the wetness in his eyes, and said, "Where is he buried?" ”

The gatekeeper hesitated, but seeing that the tears in the eyes of the woman in front of him did not look like a fake, he asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Ou Wuchen, it's my husband."

When the white lotus behind him heard this, his eyes seemed to flicker, but his heart had already collapsed.

In the end, did she choose him?

The gatekeeper finally let him go, and Feng Qiwu rushed to the Wujimen cemetery in the back mountain at full speed.

It was gloomy all year round, shrouded in fog and depressed.

Feng Qiwu looked at the newly added dozen graves, and walked among them with trembling steps, afraid that on one of the new tombstones, he would see the three words that he wanted to see, but was afraid to see at this time.

I didn't see those three words, but I saw a man in white standing silently in front of a new grave, looking down to burn paper, Feng Qiwu heard him still saying: "Little brother, you can go in peace, Daddy, I will be good to raise——"

Seeing that person, Feng Qiwu's footsteps froze.

The man heard the voice, turned around, and saw that it was Feng Qiwu, and shook his head, "Sister Qiwu—"

Isn't it Ou Wuchen's brother Ou Wenchen?

Seeing Ou Wenchen, Feng Qiwu stayed for a long time before he stiffly moved his gaze from his face to the newly erected tombstone in front of him, and in that string of words, he found the three words that were too familiar to be more familiar.

The heart seems to be torn apart by the three sharp words.

He's really dead.

Feng Qiwu stood in front of the grave like this, looking at the three words in a daze.

This scene seemed to be still, and Feng Qiwu's eyes could no longer tolerate anything else, only the three cold big characters remained.

The man who was silent, but always stood silently behind her, the man who would never love but not speak, just like that, became the cold three words on this tombstone?

No, it won't! No, it won't!

Now Feng Qiwu still doesn't believe it!

How could he die!

White Lotus stood behind her, he took a few steps forward slightly, and hugged Feng Qiwu into his arms, "Okay Qiwu, let's go." ”

No matter how you look at it, that person will never come back after all.

Feng Qiwu's hair and clothes were soaked with mist, and her whole body was cold, just like her heart at this time.

Ou Wenchen's eyes were red, and when he received the notice from Wujimen, he thought it was a joke, but when he saw this cold tombstone, everything became so cruel.

He knew that Feng Qiwu and Ou Wuchen had a good relationship, so he stepped forward to pat Feng Qiwu on the shoulder, and comforted him softly: "Qiwu, people can't be resurrected after death, don't be sad." ”

Feng Qiwu was still silent and didn't say a word.

After standing for a long time, Owenchen left, and the pile of paper money was burned into a pile of ashes, and the ashes were blown away by the wind, and only a pile of darkness remained in front of the grave.

The flower-faced cat circled around the tombstone, and from time to time he dug the tombstone with his paws, as if he did not believe that such a living person slept in it so forever.

The peacock squatted far away, looked at the tombstone here, and sighed.

O fragile human beings!

White Lotus has also been standing by Feng Qiwu's side, gently hugging her at this time, but the person beside him is cold from beginning to end from the inside to the outside, no matter how hard he tries, he still can't give her any warmth after all.

"Qiwu, don't be like this, okay?"

She had been standing for an hour, silent, not even motionless, just staring at the words on the tombstone in a daze.

If she cries and makes a fuss, he is still relieved, and her appearance makes him worry.

Feng Qiwu, who had been standing for a long time, suddenly moved, gently brushed away the hand that the white lotus had placed on his waist, and walked firmly towards the newly raised grave.

"Qiwu, what are you going to do?"

Feng Qiwu didn't say anything, walked to the tombstone, all the true qi of his body gathered into his palm, and with one palm, the stone collapsed, and the grave was directly bulldozed.

Her sudden out-of-control behavior frightened the White Lotus, and before he could speak, he saw Feng Qiwu turn back coldly, almost roaring: "Get out!" ”

He paused, looked at Feng Qiwu, who suddenly burst into tears, and was suffocated with distress.

A few hot tears splashed into his hands, from warm to cold.

Feng Qiwu actually cried......

He had known her for so long, and he had never seen her cry.

She actually cried, crying for Ou Wuchen!

The White Lotus stood behind Feng Qiwu as if she had been struck by lightning, and watched her frantically picking up the new soil, and her heart was so painful that she couldn't speak.

The flower-faced cat also helped Feng Qiwu dig up the soil until Ou Wuchen's coffin was dug up.

Feng Qiwu slapped the coffin open with his dirty hand and opened the coffin quickly.

Finally saw Ou Wuchen's body.

He was indeed dead, truly dead.

That handsome face was no longer bloodless, just like Feng Qiwu saw in his dream, it was slowly rotting, a fatal wound near the heart was shocking, and the clothes had been changed into new ones, but there were still a little black blood stains.

Feng Qiwu hugged his corpse, his fingertips touched only the dead silence without temperature, with earthy fingers across the still heroic eyebrows, closed eyes, white lips, no longer feel his breath and heartbeat.

She really can't accept that in this world, there is no such person as Ou Wuchen again!

"Wu Chen—" She called in a low voice, her voice trembling and desperate long since she had lost her usual composure.

She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for his answer, he just lay like this, as if he was in a dream that he would never wake up, and without Feng Qiwu in that dream, he didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully at all.

She finally believed that he was really dead and left her forever.

She hugged him and buried her lips in his hair, but all she could smell was a smell of decay, and she sobbed, letting the tears soak through his hair one by one.

The quiet sobs eventually became heart-rending weeping, and she hugged Ou Wuchen's long-dead body, crying so fiercely, so desperately.

Even if you are a strong person, you will show your weakness at a special time.

Feng Qiwu never knew that Ou Wuchen, who had never been silent, actually occupied such an important position in her heart, until she lost it, and suddenly knew that she was in pain, and the pain was so heartbreaking that she didn't even want to breathe.

The White Lotus stood not far away, silently watching her cry for him, her heart being delayed over and over again.

There seems to be someone talking in my heart.

Yan Rubi, see, she finally chose him, even if he is dead, you will never be able to fight him, you have completely lost! In this bet, you lose everything and lose everything!

No!

Yan Rubi shook his head.

I didn't lose! At least I'm alive, I'm still by her side, and as long as I'm still by her side, she'll see my goodness sooner or later! This gamble is far from over!

The peacock had never seen Feng Qiwu crying so sadly, and he couldn't help but be moved.

Feng Qiwu's crying gradually became smaller, but the tears never stopped, she kissed the gradually decaying lips, dressed Ou Wuchen, gently put him back into the coffin, and gently covered the coffin, as if she was afraid of waking him up in his sleep.

Eventually, she piled the grave back little by little.

The white lotus stepped forward, and before she could speak, she saw a flash of colorful light in front of her, and the peacock had landed on the tombstone, looking at the phoenix who was crying silently with her head bowed.

He squinted his eyes, and couldn't bear to put on a high posture, and said, "Why don't you try to save him." ”

Feng Qiwu sobbed and choked up, "Is it useful?" ”

No matter how powerful her spiritual skills and medical skills are, it is impossible to save a dead life!

"You can live, why can't he?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu, who was digging the soil, raised his head, and a dazzling brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pounced on the peacock, as if he was catching a savior!

"You must have a way to save him, don't you? You are a beast god who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, you must have a way! ”

It is said that the strength of the peacock has already reached the realm of ascension, but because he has to wait for the flower-faced cat to suppress his strength, he has already been regarded as a god-like existence, and he must have a way.

The White Lotus also had a heart and listened quietly.

Why do you say that you can live?

Could it be that Feng Qiwu also died?

The peacock pushed Feng Qiwu away with disgust, and patted the feathers that were stained by Feng Qiwu's hands full of dirt with his wings, and said: "His soul is still completely gone, I can only help him gather his soul, you have to find a person who fits his soul, kill that person, and introduce Ou Wuchen's soul into it before his voice is still dead and his body is not cold, and let him borrow the corpse to return his soul." ”

White Lotus was shocked, there is such a thing in the world? It's incredible!

After Feng Qiwu heard the news, a little flame ignited in his eyes.

As long as she can save him, she is willing to try anything!

White Lotus didn't know what method Feng Qiwu and Peacock were going to use to revive Ou Wuchen, but since that day, Feng Qiwu has disappeared, the peacock has disappeared, and even the flower-faced cat is gone, and they seem to have gone to a place that he can't find in his eternal life.

White Lotus panicked, looking for Feng Qiwu's figure everywhere, Feng Mingzong, Jinzhou City, and even Xiliang Capital She went to look for it, all the places where she stayed, she was not seen, Feng Qiwu disappeared, even Lin Fei and Feng Cangqiong didn't know where she went.

The world is big, if she hides from herself, where is he going to find it?

But even if he couldn't find half a trace, he still persevered to find it, a month, a year, ten years, even if it was a hundred years, he believed that he would find her after all!

Just when White Lotus was anxious and in despair, a person came to the door.

"What are you doing here?" White Lotus looked at the person in front of her and asked coldly.

It's been a year, Feng Qiwu has disappeared for a year, a year of searching, a year of despair, tortured him to a human form, the noble and peerless white lotus seems to have disappeared, and there is only a slag in front of him, and the head of the Ethereal Peak is like a wall.

The person in front of him was dressed in a strange red blood robe, even the eyebrows and lips were as red as red, and even the hair was red, it was the blood of the Demon Sect Leader.

"Is that how you talk to your master, apprentice!"

White Lotus smiled coldly, now he was completely devoid of the vigor he had a year ago, and said, "If you hadn't killed Ou Wuchen in the first place, why would she have left-"

"Ha Lu Ha!" Bloody arrogant laughter: "If you are not mistaken, but you begged for the teacher to kill that Ou Wuchen, you should naturally think of this consequence!" ”

White Lotus smiled self-deprecatingly.

When he was young, he was quietly accepted as a disciple by the blood spirit, he said that they are all the same people, and there are some dark sides in their hearts that others can't see, such people have the potential to become big demons.

In order to survive, Yan Rubi became the only disciple of the blood spirit, and with his cultivation of magic skills, now he has such a strong strength, and he has the ability to bring down Wang Yue.

In the end, he gambled on a bright future for himself, but lost to the woman he loved the most.

Seeing Yan Rubi's appearance that life was worse than death, the bloody spirit smiled: "You are now the master of the Ethereal Peak, what kind of woman doesn't have it, why are you obsessed with her alone, become a demon as soon as possible, you can experience the joy of becoming a demon!" Only by forgetting love can we truly attain the Tao and ascend to heaven! ”

"Hehe, how can I be happy without her-" Yan Rubi looked at the distant mountains of the Ethereal Peak, and the palace in the mist.

He seemed to have realized that it was a mistake for him to worship blood as a teacher at the beginning, and now that his magic skills have been completed, another demonized self seems to be about to break out of the cocoon in his body at any time.

Now that he is in the dark, the dark side of his heart is infinitely magnified, despair and pain torment his heart, he can no longer control his emotions, and he has become murderous and cold.

He can kill the people of Zhaojiazhuang in Guangyang Dinggong without any scruples, or he can let the Zhuge family have hundreds of corpses without blinking, and he can let the blood spirit kill Ou Wuchen without guilt in order to get Feng Qiwu.

He was even afraid that one day, he could even attack Feng Qiwu without any burden!

The words of the blood spirit came from behind him: "Women in the world are so lucky, women can only be playthings, if you want, what kind of woman can't get it!" ”

His words were inflammatory, as if he was tempting the demonic nature that was gradually awakening in Yan Rubi's heart.

"You have to remember that this is because of her ruthlessness, she is the culprit who causes you to be like this, you are sad and worried about her in vain, but she treats you as nothing, you are nothing in her eyes!"

"Say no more!" The previously warm face was like a wall, and suddenly burst into tears, and his eyes were unusually red.

And the words of the blood spirit never stopped: "She is just a beauty, the most important thing in the world is beauty, if you are willing, the women of this world will surrender at your feet, and when you are favored, she will also be one of them!" ”

"Become a demon, become a demon, you will be an invincible existence, this world, including her, will be in your pocket!"

The blood spirit is still inciting, he knows that Yan Rubi has already reached the verge of becoming a demon, as long as he is a little bit more discouraged, he will finally achieve the body of a generation of great demons! When he becomes a demon, it will be the time when the furnace is successful, and he can absorb his magic power for his own use!

Whew——

The sudden pain made the blood spirit's face spasm, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief, seeing that a pair of pure white demonic hands had pierced his chest.

In front of him, there was Yan Rubi's hideous face, and a pair of red eyes were extremely bewitching.

"You, how dare you—" He snapped open, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth, in addition to faint breaths.

Yan Rubi's face was hideous, no longer as gentle as jade, and said coldly: "If you die, no one will know the truth of the Dao, so you must die, master-"

He crushed Bloody's heart with a single claw, and Bloody's body fell into the dust, and the amount of strength he had left was completely recovered by him.

The bloody body slowly turned to ashes, disappearing in the ethereal mountain wind.

The white lotus closed her eyes, absorbing the power that belonged to the blood spirit, and when she opened his eyes again, the pair of pupils became more and more blood-red, and even the hair changed from ink-like black to bewitching blood!

He's starting to become a demon completely!

"Master—" An Ethereal Peak disciple ran up quickly, as if he had something important to report, and even forgot that the head of the sect was meeting guests.

But when I reached the top of this mountain, I saw a red-haired man standing in the wind, his blood-colored hair fluttering in the wind, and his words were strange and strange.

The man turned around, and the disciple was startled, the man's eyes turned scarlet with wildness and slaughter.

"Boss!" That's obviously Yan Rubi!

The man exclaimed, but immediately was choked by a pair of pale hands without a trace of blood, and in front of him was Yan Rubi's cold face: "What's the matter?" ”

"Ahem, Miss Feng appeared in Jinzhou-"

Click!

Yan Rubi twisted the man's neck with one claw, the soft body fell weakly, and fell under the cliff, Yan Rubi's blood-colored eyes showed a little joy, the red also seemed to be slowly retreating, and even the hair was turning into normal black.

Feng Qiwu, who had disappeared for more than a year, finally appeared and appeared in Jimo Mansion in Jinzhou, which is her current in-law's house, that is, Yuan Que's home.

In the past year, the whole world has been looking for her, including her husband Yuanque.

Seeing Feng Qiwu appear, Qi Que almost cried with joy, and stepped forward to hug her: "Qiwu, where have you been!" Why hasn't it been this year! ”

It is rumored that because of Ou Wuchen's death, Feng Qiwu was grief-stricken and had passed away, but Yuan Que didn't believe it, she was definitely not such a person, even if she really loved Ou Wuchen, she would never die so easily.

He looked at the person in front of him, he was more tired between his eyebrows and eyes, and his body seemed to be thinner, and the flower-faced cat and peacock were following her.

"I'm fine." Seeing Yu Que, Feng Qiwu smiled faintly, unable to hide the tiredness and wind and frost in the corners of her eyes.

Yuan Que helped her sit down, stroked her soft hair, and said softly: "I know everything about him, you don't have to be too sad-"

Zhilu Dao Feng Qiwu loves another man, although Yuan Que's heart hurts, but he has already been prepared, but at this time he is open-minded, no matter what, as long as she is happy.

Feng Qiwu smiled, her somewhat pale lips were lifeless, "Husband, I have something to tell you, don't be angry?" ”

Yuan Que shook his head: "How can I be angry." ”

Feng Qiwu sent away all the subordinates, and only the two of them were left here, and Yuan Que was puzzled, so he saw that there was one more person next to Feng Qiwu!

Seeing that person, Qi Que's eyes were as surprised as if he had seen a ghost.

"Brother Ou, aren't you dead?"

The person next to Feng Qiwu is Ou Wuchen, exactly the same!

Yuan Que was shocked, but Feng Qiwu said to him warmly: "He is alive again." ”

Yuan Que still didn't believe it, and looked at Ou Wuchen in horror: "This, what's going on?" ”

Feng Qiwu smiled faintly and said, "You just need to know that he is still alive." ”

She looked happily at the man beside her, he was still silent, cold, and never seemed to speak, just like when they got along in the past, but now he is no longer the same person he used to be.

His eyes no longer have the original wisdom, only a nascent chaos remains, because he is the martial body of Feng Qiwu!

The Tibetan Martial Arts Ceremony can cultivate a martial body to fight, Feng Qiwu for Ou Wuchen, in that soul space, forcibly cultivated a new martial body, with the help of the peacock, the soul of Ou Wuchen was injected, and now he is just a martial body without a substance, just a special martial body, he has his own soul and his own thoughts.

When Feng Qiwu's strength goes further, he will definitely be able to become a real person as soon as possible, but at least, he is alive now.

It's just that he forgot everything, and now standing in front of Feng Qiwu is just a stranger with Ou Wuchen's soul.

He looked at Feng Qiwu in confusion, and now he only knew her, the flower-faced cat, and the peacock.

"Qiwu," he called.

Feng Qiwu nodded, signaling that he was not wrong, and Ou Wuchen closed his mouth with confidence and stood aside silently.

Now in addition to his fighting instinct as a martial artist, he is completely the IQ of a newborn baby, teaching him to call Feng Qiwu's name, Feng Qiwu has worked hard for a long time to succeed.

Feng Qiwu pointed to the Que and said, "Wuchen, he is my husband." ”

"Husband?" Ou Wuchen frowned in confusion, and said softly, he didn't understand what this husband was at all.

Feng Qiwu explained: "You are also my husband. ”

She knows that Ou Wuchen doesn't understand anything now, she just wants him to know Lu Dao, and he is her husband.

When Yuan Que heard Feng Qiwu's words, he already understood what she meant, and the brilliance in his eyes sank, but he still accepted it.

Before he got married, he was ready, as long as she was happy......

Feng Qiwu looked at Yuan Que, and there seemed to be an inquiry in her eyes, after all, Yuan Que was her official husband.

But he smiled and said, "Brother Ou, you are going to call me a big brother." ”

"Big brother?" Ou Wuchen frowned again, and there was only confusion in his eyes.

Feng Qiwu smiled, held Ou Wuchen's hand, helped him to sit on the side, and said softly: "You are the man I love, do you know the way?" ”

Ou Wuchen's face was still full of confusion, and he looked like he didn't know anything.

"Qiwu-" A soft and painful voice came from outside, Feng Qiwu turned his eyes and saw the haggard Yan Rubi standing at the door.

He had seen everything in his eyes, and he seemed to know what was going on, but he still couldn't help asking, "Me and him, you chose him in the end, right?" ”

Feng Qiwu almost didn't hesitate, and replied, "Yes." ”

He asked, "What about me?" ”

Feng Qiwu turned his face away, his heart ached slightly, but he still said ruthlessly: "The transaction between us has been completed-"

The white lotus smiled, two lines of tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes, the inky hair slowly returned to the strange blood color, and the tearful eyes gradually turned red.

"Hehe, Feng Qiwu, are you forcing me to become a demon? Then I'll be a demon to show you! ”