111: C111 The Death of Feng Qingyun(2)

C111 The Death of Feng Qingyun(2)

"Um..." Yurong nodded her head, her eyes lifeless and expressionless as she walked towards the Xuanyuan Realm. Dongfang Shenyong and the rest were also sad and tearful as they followed behind Yurong.

In the blink of an eye, everyone entered the Xuanyuan Realm. Seeing Feng Qingyun and Zheng Zinuo lying on the ground as if they were asleep, Xiao Wan'er knelt beside Zheng Zinuo and cried softly.

"Qingyun..." When Yurong saw Feng Qingyun's corpse, her body trembled violently. She fainted on the spot. Feng Ziyan hurriedly supported her body and cried loudly. Not long after, Yurong slowly opened her red eyes. She threw herself at Feng Qingyun.

"Qingyun, are you asleep?" Tears flowed out of Yurong's eyes. She looked at Zheng Zinuo, who was also lying on the ground, and asked. "Zinuo didn't think that you would be as greedy as your master. It's getting late. It's time to get up and cultivate... "

"Mother..."

"Master..."

"Little Junior Brother..."

Everyone knelt down beside Feng Qingyun and Zheng Zinuo, silently shedding tears.

"Shh... Don't be noisy. Your master and Little Junior Brother are both asleep. Don't disturb them. Go away." Yurong said.

"Mother... Don't scare me." Feng Ziyan's already pale face became even uglier when she saw it. She cried and said.

"Mistress..." Dongfang Shenyong and the others called out sadly.

"What? You don't even listen to Mistress's words?" Yurong turned her head around. Her eyes were red but there were no tears as she questioned the crowd.

"Mistress, we don't dare." Dongfang Shenyong wiped his tears and sobbed, "We just want to accompany Master and Little Junior Brother."

"Accompany them? Hehe..." Yurong suddenly smiled and looked at the crowd. Her expression slowly eased up as if she had thought of something. Suddenly, a sad look appeared on her face. She said, "Do you know how many years your master and I have been married?"

Everyone's hearts shook, and they faintly felt that Mistress's words contained deep sorrow. There was great grief, but even though they knew it, they did not know how to comfort her. At that moment, they were worried, but they could only speak in a low voice, "I don't know."

Yurong smiled, turned around and slowly sat down beside Feng Qingyun. She said in a low voice, "Actually, it's not just you guys who don't know, even I forgot myself. In the years of this mountain, I lived together with the two of them. It was enough for my heart, but why would I think about how many days I've lived? He always laughs at me for being foolish, saying that in the future, if we are unable to cultivate, then... It's difficult to reach the Martial God Realm, but to fall into the cycle of reincarnation. I wonder what it will be like when we are separated from each other by life and death."

Her voice gradually turned deep as she said, "I asked him what he wanted to do that day. He said that he didn't have any other requests. If he left before me... Those who cultivated martial arts didn't want to have a grand burial, and they even didn't want a coffin. If he comes naturally, then he will naturally leave..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears began to quietly flow down her face.

Everyone gritted their teeth and their bodies trembled slightly. They felt extremely sad and kept sobbing.

Yurong stared at Feng Qingyun for a long time before suddenly waving her hand and saying, "All of you can withdraw. Come back in an hour!"

Everyone was shocked and could not help but hesitate. They called out, "Mistress..."

Yurong's face turned cold when she heard that and asked, "What is it?"

Everyone was slightly stunned as they rarely saw Yurong's face as cold as ice. All of them knew that it was due to Mistress being too sad.

"Let's withdraw and let Martial Uncle be alone." Zheng Zizhou said.

"Eldest Senior Brother, all of you can leave now. I will stay here with mom and dad..." Feng Ziyan sobbed.

"Alright." Dongfang Shenyong nodded and said, "No matter what, Mistress must show her condolences."

Yurong smiled and nodded. She waved her hand and said, "Go. Ziyan, you go too. I have something to tell your father. It is not convenient for you to be here."

Feng Ziyan was stunned when she heard this, although she felt that it sounded very inappropriate. She nodded and said, "Mother, don't be too sad. We will definitely take revenge for father and Little Junior Brother. Now, there are only us, mother and daughter left. Mother must take good care of herself."

"En..." Yurong nodded and actually did not dare to look at Feng Ziyan. She lifted her head to look at Zheng Zizhou and nodded at him, "Zizhou bring Ziyan down and take good care of her."

"Martial Uncle, don't worry. I will." Zheng Zizhou bowed and replied, but he felt that Yurong's words had something in them. He did not say anything more and pulled Feng Ziyan away.

"Sigh... the separation of life and death between humans!" When Xuanyuan saw this scene, he was also sad. He waved his hand. He called Zheng Zinuo's corpse over and said to Sword Spirit, "It is almost time. Everything that should be done has been done. Let's also prepare to cast the Revival Technique on Zinuo. The sooner, the better. The success rate is also higher."

"Alright!" Sword Spirit was overjoyed when she heard this and hurriedly ran to Xiao Wan'er's side and whispered. "Older sister Wan'er, Mr Xuanyuan and I are going to find another place to use the resurrection technique on Zinuo. You all wait here for a while and pacify Mistress and the rest."

"Alright, then hurry up. If you need any help, just tell me. As long as I can save Zinuo, even if it means sacrificing my own life, I will not hesitate..." Xiao Wan'er cried with joy.

"Yes, I thank your sister Wan'er on behalf of my brother. Then we will leave. If there is any news, I will come back to inform you. Don't worry." Sword Spirit said emotionally.

After that, Xuanyuan brought Sword Spirit and Zheng Zinuo's corpses and disappeared in front of everyone. They appeared on the round island that Zheng Zinuo had previously cultivated on.

"Mr Xuanyuan, how should we help my brother?" After landing on the ground, Sword Spirit asked worriedly.

"We are using this drop of blood essence." Xuanyuan waved his hand and a fist sized, sapphire blue transparent round bottle appeared in his hand. He continued, "As for whether I can save him or not, it will depend on the heaven's will and Zheng Zinuo's own luck."

"En, I believe that my brother will be able to survive." Sword Spirit said firmly.

"I hope so. I won't say anything else. I will start now." Xuanyuan held the vase in one hand while observing Zheng Zinuo's injuries. He shook his head and said, "His heart is broken, his Nascent Soul is gone, and all his meridians are broken. Such injuries are truly terrifying. Let's give it a try, but don't waste my only drop of blood essence." After saying that, he was slightly startled. His powerful divine sense swept across Zheng Zinuo's body. He suddenly said in surprise.

"When did Zinuo's cultivation base advance to such a high level? He actually reached the Mid Divine Clone realm! This is too shocking! It has only been a few months! This guy is really capable of creating miracles! Haha!"

"What's wrong?" Ling saw how happy Xuanyuan was and immediately asked puzzledly.

"I just checked Zinuo's soul and found that his realm has increased by a lot. He is equivalent to the seventy plus Martial Emperor Stage in the martial cultivator of Sun Moon Continent. This way, my chances of reviving him with my father's blood essence will be much higher. Otherwise, I would really be worried that he wouldn't be able to do it. " Xuanyuan answered happily.

" That's really great. " Ling said happily.

Xuanyuan nodded and his expression turned serious. He opened the bottle and pointed it at the huge wound on Zheng Zinuo's chest.

A sweet fragrance assailed the nostrils and spread in all directions. The originally withered flowers and plants on the island were all revived when the drop of golden blood poured out. It bloomed at a visible speed.

As the drop of golden blood dripped into the huge wound on Zheng Zinuo's chest, a huge energy fluctuation was emitted from Zheng Zinuo's body. Then, a miracle happened. The bloody wound was healing at a rapid speed. In less than ten breaths' time, it was as good as before. Even the broken heart was beating again. All the meridians in his body were connected, and they were instantly restored. What was even more shocking was that the Nascent Soul in his Zifu, which had already dissipated, was slowly being condensed into a Golden Core by the Genuine Qi. Then, it broke through the ___ to form a Nascent Soul and condensed into a new golden Nascent Soul.

Just as Xuanyuan and Sword Spirit were pleasantly surprised by what they saw, something strange happened. Zheng Zinuo, who was originally in good condition, had not woken up. Not long after that, his originally perfect body started to expand. He suddenly became fat and fat, as if he had obesity. Even his handsome little face became as fat as a pig's head, and this situation was still rapidly growing. The energy in his body was constantly increasing. At this moment, Zheng Zinuo's energy was increasing. He was like a balloon being pumped. It was getting bigger and bigger.

"Not good! Father's blood essence was too powerful. Although Zinuo's cultivation base had improved a lot, it was still not something he could withstand right now! " Xuanyuan shouted worriedly.

"What should we do? What should we do? Mr Xuanyuan, quickly think of a way to save my brother. If this continues, he will explode." Sword Spirit said anxiously.

" I know. Don't panic. I will try. " Xuanyuan nodded and hurriedly shot out dozens of spirit arts into Zheng Zinuo's body.

As the spirit arts were infused into Zheng Zinuo's body, his expanding body instantly slowed down a lot, but it still continued to grow.

"Bang..." Just as Xuanyuan was about to withdraw his hand and try another restriction spell, he suddenly heard a loud explosive sound from Zheng Zinuo's arms. Two large wounds instantly exploded on his wrists, and blood spurted out wildly.

"Ah... It exploded, it exploded, what should we do? " Sword Spirit turned pale with fright and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, I'm trying my best!" Xuanyuan also said anxiously. Immediately after, he formed another dozen hand seals and sent them into Zheng Zinuo's body.

At this moment, Zheng Zinuo's body was big, small, long and short. From time to time, there would be a bloody hole there, and there would be a large crack there. It made people's hair stand on end. Luckily, Zheng Zinuo had not woken up yet. Otherwise, he would have died from the pain alone.

After spending a long time, after Xuanyuan was drenched in sweat, Zheng Zinuo's body finally stopped changing. However, more and more wounds appeared on his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Mr Xuanyuan, look, look, my brother's body is completely transparent. This blood is flowing out." Sword Spirit was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"It's okay. I finally stabilized his swelling body. Look at the wound on Zinuo's body. It will heal automatically soon. I think Father's blood essence must have had an effect. He wanted to expel all the blood that was originally in Zinuo's body out of his body. Only in this way can Father's blood essence have the greatest effect in Zinuo's body. Didn't you see that all the blood that was flowing out of Zinuo's body was bright red? It wasn't Father's golden blood. " After observing for a moment, a joyful expression emerged on Xuanyuan's face as he said.

"Eh? That seems to be the case. But the healing speed of my brother's wounds seems to be unable to match the speed at which the wound explodes. If this continues, won't my brother still be in great danger?" Sword Spirit said.

"He is already much better than before. I will put in a few more seals. I'll try to slow down the integration of Father's blood essence and Zinuo's blood essence. This way, his body will feel much better. Calm down. Don't be impatient. " Xuanyuan comforted her. He seemed to be very obedient to Ling.

Not long after, Xuanyuan struck out another dozens of hand seals. Zheng Zinuo's condition finally improved a lot. The healing speed of the wound was getting faster and faster, and the bleeding on his body was also getting slower and slower. The bright red blood gradually turned into a pale golden color, but the situation was still not optimistic. Zheng Zinuo might explode at any time because of the energy of the blood essence in his body.0

While Zheng Zinuo was being treated by Xuanyuan and Sword Spirit, Zheng Zizhou and the others who were far away in Ancient Forest Grassland saw Yurong carrying Feng Qingyun's body and slowly walking forward. After finding a relatively good place, Yurong put Feng Qingyun down. She helped him tidy his clothes and used her hands to dig a deep hole with one hand and the other by his side.

"Mistress, Mother... Wuuuu..." Dongfang Shenyong and Feng Ziyan hurriedly ran over to help Yurong dig a hole.

"All of you stop, I will do it alone!" Yurong said indifferently.

"Mistress, Mother..." Dongfang Shenyong and the others were stunned by Yurong's sudden shout and were at a loss on what to do.

Yurong did not pay attention to the crowd, including Feng Ziyan, she did not even look at them. She just kept digging the soil in front of her and looked at Feng Qingyun with tender eyes.

Because she did not use a trace of soul power, she only used her hands to dig the soil. Although the soil on the prairie was not very hard, it was not that easy to dig. Not long after, Yurong's hands were badly mutilated. Seeing this, everyone was moved. Feng Ziyan even buried her head into Zheng Zizhou's arms. She did not dare to look anymore and kept crying in a low voice.

After a long time, a one meter deep and two meters wide pit appeared in front of everyone. Yurong looked at the pit in front of her and then turned to look at Feng Qingyun. She actually revealed a smile.

Why did she dig such a wide hole? This kind of doubt rose in everyone's heart.

But at this moment, Yurong once again carried Feng Qingyun and placed him into the pit. Then she sat down beside him and turned her head to glance at everyone. Finally, she stared deeply at Feng Ziyan and turned to look at her husband beside her. He suddenly called out the martial soul. Then, with an explosive sound, the martial soul shattered. His heart meridian was broken and he died on the spot. His body lied down and fell together with Feng Qingyun.

"Mother..." Feng Ziyan screamed in pain and her brain suddenly rang. It was as if she was struck by thousands of thunderbolts at the same time. The world was spinning. She wanted to rush forward, but her legs could not move away. She wanted to open her mouth and shout. However, she could not make a sound like she was mute. Her tears were like a broken dam. It blurred everything in an instant. Wow... He spat out a large mouthful of blood and fainted in Zheng Zizhou's arms.

"Mistress..." Everyone was shocked and did not expect Yurong to be so unyielding. She self-detonated the martial soul and killed herself. She then followed Feng Qingyun into the earth. All of them were stunned and did not know what to do.

The wind was howling. In the dark sky, birds were circling. They seemed to be cheering and crying.

Everyone slowly knelt beside Feng Qingyun and his wife. Their bodies were trembling and their minds were blank. They could not see or hear anything. They could not think at all.

"Wuuuu..." Xiao Wan'er's eyes were red and she wanted to say something but stopped herself. Tears fell down one by one.

Even though she was usually smooth faced and eloquent, at this moment, she did not know how to comfort everyone.

"Mr Zizhou, leave this place to Big Brother Dongfang and the others. I want to bring Sister Ziyan to the Jiyu Tribe and wait for Zinuo to come back to life for a period of time." After a while, Xiao Wan'er wiped her tears and looked at Dongfang Shenyong and the others with some pity. She was afraid that Feng Ziyan would wake up again and see her deeply loved parents leaving. She couldn't accept this situation for a moment.

"En, this is good too. Take her. I will stay behind to accompany Senior Brother Dongfang and the rest. You leave behind an address. "Wait." After I'm done with my business here, I'll bring everyone to meet up with you at your place. Sigh... It's really hard on Ziyan. I wonder if she can withstand such a heavy blow." Zheng Zizhou reached out his hand and caressed Feng Ziyan's face. His heart ached for her.

"Yes. From here to the southwest, we will reach the Jiyu Tribe about twenty to thirty miles away." Xiao Wan'er nodded her head and comforted, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Sister Ziyan. Rather than letting her see her parents in despair, it would be better to let her leave this sad place and recuperate."

"That's right, then you guys be careful along the way." Zheng Zizhou nodded and looked deeply at Feng Ziyan one last time. " Leave this to us. You can leave. Don't say anything. Let Senior Brother Dongfang and the others accompany Martial Uncle and the others in peace. "

"Alright, I'll be leaving now. Take care of yourselves!" Xiao Wan'er leisurely looked at everyone and wiped away the last drop of tears. She hugged Feng Ziyan tightly in her arms and called out the Nuo Wan Flying Sword and directly flew away on her sword...

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