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[Chapter 256]: Rewriting Destiny is about to end

Fang Zhi seemed to have been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and under the severe pain, he scattered his thoughts but found that there was no one around, and he tried to turn his head and look back, but he could only see the air, he looked around, trying to find the trace of Xuan Qingzi, but he couldn't see anything.

"Save people, save Hongxiao, hurry!" Although Fang Zhi didn't know why Xuan Qingzi didn't leave, he had to anxiously disperse his thoughts and fluctuations.

Xuan Qingzi, who was floating in the sky, looked calm, and said, "Didn't you read the letter that Miss left for you?"

"Save her, save her!"

Fang Zhi's divine thoughts were forcibly moved to the cliff by the power of the five elements, and when he saw Hong Xiao's desperate appearance, he was on the edge of the cliff, and he could not think about what she wanted to do.

"This little girl is good, the one named Zheng Wu is okay, although the talent is a little worse, but the heart of martial arts is far better than too many handsome. Xuan Qingzi didn't answer, but muttered softly, with a rare expression of appreciation in his eyes.

"Now you are not qualified to order me, you open the letter left by the young lady, and you will know everything. ”

Xuan Qingzi spoke indifferently, the moment his words fell, the figure suddenly disappeared, and Fang Zhi's divine thought that was moved to the edge of the cliff was also withdrawn at this moment, but the moment the divine thought was retracted, Fang Zhi still saw the desperate back of Hong Xiao jumping off the cliff.

At that moment, Fang Zhi's heart was painful and he couldn't breathe, as if a huge heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

The thunder on the sky was shaking, the dazzling thunder and lightning stretched for hundreds of miles, like the power of the heavens, the rumbling thunder and the huge raindrops were not as good as the desperate cry in Fang Zhi's heart.

Fang Zhi's heart was roaring, his eyes were about to split, no matter how restless, painful, and roaring his soul was, but to no avail.

His body was severely damaged, and at this time, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he could only make a slight humming sound, which had not yet fallen on the raindrops on the ground.

In reality, he is incomparably small, like a humble ant.

Even though Fang Zhi's inner world was extremely powerful, he was still powerless to parry in the face of the cruel reality.

The torrential rain rolled down, and the rain fell on Zheng Wudi's corpse on the ground, blood and rain blended, and the ground was red.

Lin Yunhai was still stunned in place, he was completely frightened.

A man died in front of him so resolutely.

The scene of the long sword cutting his throat and blood splattering always surrounded Lin Yunhai's mind.

Above the sky, Xuan Qingzi stood in the sky, wearing a brocade robe, he was obviously in the rain, but all the rain avoided his body, his eyes fell on Zheng Wudi's corpse, his eyes showed thought and hesitation.

In the end, Xuan Qingzi rolled his sleeves with his hands, and the wind howled, and the violent wind blew on the bodies of ordinary disciples, so that they couldn't even open their eyes, and the bean rain that was blown by the wind was like a stone, hitting people's bodies, and they screamed in pain.

All the disciples here could hardly open their eyes, screaming in pain.

Xuan Qingzi's big hand grabbed Zheng Wudi's corpse, and this palm seemed to pierce the void, as if shuttling between yin and yang.

Zheng Wu's body, which fell to the ground, suddenly a cloud of three large and seven small starlights converged into a white mang, and fell into Xuan Qingzi's palm with a thud.

This starry white light is Zheng Wu's three souls and seven spirits!

Zheng Wu looked at the stars beating in his palm, his expression was calm, and he said coldly: "That body is too weak, I will find you a better body, are you willing to be my registered disciple?"

Starlight squirmed for a while, and a faint divine thought fell into Xuan Qingzi's mind, Xuan Qingzi smiled dumbly, and said: "It's all this time, you are still worried about others, patted the storage bag and took out a jade bottle, put Zheng Wudi's three souls and seven spirits into the jade bottle, and said: "Okay, I should go and save that little girl." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Qingzi took a big step, closed the jade bottle with his hand, and put it in the storage bag, his figure suddenly disappeared here, and the space was distorted, like shrinking into inches, and in just one step, he appeared at the bottom of the cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff, when Xuan Qingzi looked at the bloodstains and corpses washed by the rain, he turned a blind eye, raised his hand and grabbed the space, as if through the space and shuttled through time and space, a cloud of ten stars slightly larger than Zheng Wu's three or seven small ones surfaced from Hong Xiao's corpse.

Hongxiao's three souls and seven spirits were fused together again by Xuan Qingzi in an instant.

The Three Souls and Seven Spirits are very fragile, and once they leave the barrier of the physical body, they will be shattered into ashes by the cold wind.

"I am Xuan Qingzi, would you like to be my personal disciple?"

Xuan Qingzi looked at the three souls and seven spirits of Hongxiaodi, with a touch of softness.

"What's the benefit. ”

A weak divine thought came into Xuan Qingzidi's mind.

"I am Wuzun. Xuan Qingzi's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly narrated the three souls and seven spirits of Hongxiao, just four words.

These four words are unwavering, but for warriors, they contain unimaginable monstrous might.

Hongxiao's three souls and seven spirits throbbed for a while, and the light was dazzling a little.

"See Master. ”

The three souls and seven spirits condensed into a humanoid light and shadow, and this light and shadow bowed down impressively, and the weak divine thoughts entered Xuan Qingzi's mind.

Xuan Qingzi's resolute middle-aged face revealed a happy smile.

He silently put Hongxiao's three souls and seven spirits into another jade bottle, and his figure flashed, disappearing between heaven and earth, and he didn't know where he went.

Hong Xiao and Zheng Wu are just ants struggling in a sea of bitterness in a barren land.

With the qualifications of the two of them, if there is no guidance from a master, I am afraid that in this life, my cultivation will stop at the Earth Yuan Realm.

But two people have come this far for the sake of love, and they need to have a tough heart.

It is precisely this point that makes Xuan Qingzi move his heart to accept apprentices.

Martial Honorable disciples, one can imagine how the fate of the two of them will be reversed.

The thunderstorm continued, but the Canghai Sect disciples who had gathered here to scold Fang Zhi had all dispersed one by one, but in that area where the angle was not very good, no matter how crazy and scary the thunderstorm was, there were always disciples lined up there to come over and bow to Fang Zhi one by one.

And Lin Yunhai, who was frightened, was carried back by a cadre of the Lin family.

The corpse was placed here, and I don't know how long later, a deacon from the sect came to clean up the corpse and handed over the black spirit sword to the sect.

But Zheng Wu's self-inflicted murder for "love and righteousness" spread throughout the Canghai Sect in just a few hours.

Countless disciples were shocked, but many more were silent.

What kind of chilling thing did the sect do to make the disciple raise his sword and kill himself?

Time passed quietly, and after a night of thunderstorms, the sky was clear.

And Jiuchen incense is also burned, only one-fifth is left.

It's time to break off.