497: C497 Tyrant

C497 Tyrant

However, Ah Lee was able to hold onto Feng Yimo's body, but she was unable to stop the Primordial Spirit from spilling out. Seeing that only one-third of the Primordial Spirit was left in Feng Yimo's body, the Spirit Devouring Silkworm in Feng Yimo's Dantian suddenly opened its eyes and flew out of Feng Yimo's body with a swoosh. Its body suddenly became several meters long, like a monster. It aimed at Feng Yimo's Primordial Spirit and sucked it into its stomach.

Ah?

Ah Lee was stunned. She did not know why Brother Feng's body was in Brother Feng's body. The fact that it was able to swallow Brother Feng's Primordial Spirit in one gulp scared her out of her wits. She loosened her grip and Feng Yimo's body sank down at an extremely fast speed. She quickly caught up to it. The bug had already retreated back into Feng Yimo's body.

Inside the Titan City, in the secret room, the black vortex slowly expanded. Mo Qiuhui saw the upper body of the Primordial Spirit. As long as all the Primordial Spirit appeared, the Great Soul Catcher Art would be completed. However, the vortex continued to shrink and expand, becoming extremely unstable. Mo Qiuhui was very shocked. He hurriedly increased his spirit energy and cast out spells one after another. Before he could finish his hand gestures, the vortex shrank inward with a swoosh. The half of the Primordial Spirit that he had seen earlier disappeared without a trace.

Mo Qiuhui was stunned. He had used the Soul Devour Technique many times, but none of them had failed. This was the first time something like this had happened. Could it be that the other party had an extremely powerful soul suppressing treasure that could suppress the soul?

He hurriedly took another strand of hair and split it into ten pieces. He lit the Soul Separating Lamp again and began to cast the technique.

This time, the black vortex had just appeared. It spun twice and vanished into thin air!

Mo Qiuhui stared blankly at the Soul Separating Lamp that was curling with smoke. For the first time, he felt powerless. However, in the vortex, he felt the pure Buddhist Dharma. The only place in the four continents that had the Buddhist Dharma was Kuxing Continent!

He left the secret chamber and came to the living room. When he saw Ye Wubian, Li Sheng, and the others who were looking forward to the results, he smiled bitterly and said, "That person has already entered Kuxing Continent. The Spirit Devour Technique cannot cross the continent. You can only go to Kuxing Continent to find him."

Ah?!

Ye Wubian, Li Sheng, and the others were all stunned. There was still a time when the Invincible Alliance Master would fail?

Besides, it wasn't the Hongming Continent's responsibility to capture people in Kuxing Continent, and they didn't have the obligation to go that far. Ye Wubian cupped his hands and said. "Alliance Chief, I still need to guard Kuotian City. As for that person's matter, I will have to trouble Alliance Chief to arrange it. I will take my leave now."

The one who was most disappointed was Li Sheng. He came from tens of thousands of miles away. For the sake of two hairs, he had lost his Storage Bag. Without any reward, he could only follow Ye Wubian back to Kuotian City with a bitter face.

The one who was the most troubled was still Mo Qiuhui. Since he already knew that the person had the pure bloodline of the Mo family, and still wanted to catch him, how could he accept it? Previously, for the sake of righteousness, he had used the Soul Search Technique, and he was already extremely upset. Now that he wanted to capture that man, there were naturally many contradictions in his heart.

Should he capture or not?

Mo Qiuhui sat alone on the chair, not moving at all. He sat there for several hours, let out a long sigh, and said to himself, "If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for helping the Devil Clan. Don't blame me. Men, invite Master Wu from Kuxing Continent to come to the city!"

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Bang!

Although Ali dragged Feng Yimo with all his might, and blood flowed out from the flapping of his wings, the force of Feng Yimo's fall was too great. The two of them fell heavily onto a tall mountain. They broke several huge rocks and rolled down. Without waiting for Ah Lee to react, they had already carried Feng Yimo and fainted.

After a long time, who knew how much time had passed. Ah Lee felt extreme pain all over her body, as if she had lost all her airs. There was no place that didn't feel pain and she didn't open her eyes. Her nose smelled a fragrance that could calm one's mind. When she finally opened her eyes with great effort, What appeared in front of her was an extremely clean room, a bamboo bed, a wooden wall. The floor was spotless, and she was covered with a white blanket. Not far away, there was an incense burner placed on the case. Inside were three long chopsticks. There were strands of Cyan Smokes coming out of the incense burner, and the pleasant fragrance came from the Cyan Smokes.

What kind of place was this?

Ah Lee struggled to sit up, and discovered that there was actually no Brother Feng by her side. She became anxious, and with a forceful struggle, her entire body rolled off the bamboo bed.

Creak. The door opened and a monk from a year ago walked in. When he saw Ah Lee fall on the ground, he hurriedly went forward to support her. "Female patron," he said. Why did you come down? Your injuries have not recovered yet."

Ah Lee grabbed the young monk's hand and asked anxiously, "Did you see my Brother Feng? Is he the man with me?"

The young monk gently pushed Ah Lee's hand away and chanted a Buddhist proclamation. He lowered his head and said, "Female patron, you are talking about the young man who was unconscious with you, right? Master is currently saving him, but he has yet to wake up. There is only a weak heartbeat. His body is very cold, but he is still alive. It is really strange."

"Quickly bring me there, bring me there!" Ah Lee struggled to get up, but she found that her right leg was broken. She was caught by four bamboo plates and could not struggle and could not walk.

"Female benefactor, don't be anxious. When this little monk finds Junior Brother Huicong, use a stretcher to carry you over!" After the young monk finished speaking, he ran out. After a moment, he came in with another young monk. The two of them helped Ah Lee onto the stretcher and carried her out of the room one after another. They went around a precious brake and arrived in front of an independent wooden house.

The two of them put down the stretcher and quickly ran to the door of the wooden house. They pressed their palms together and said, "Master, female benefactor is awake. She wants to see young male benefactor!"

An old voice was heard. "Hui Ming, come in."

"Yes, Master!" The young monk Hui Ming bowed again and ran back. He carried Ah Lee into the wooden house with Hui Cong.

As soon as Ah Lee entered the house, she saw Feng Yimo lying motionlessly on the bamboo bed. His eyes were tightly shut and his chest was slightly heaving.0

"Brother Feng!" Ah Lee cried out, tears streaming down her face. She remembered that it was a huge bug that swallowed Feng Yimo's Primordial Spirit. Did that mean that Brother Feng was hopeless?

"Amytho! The female patron need not be sad. This male patron has not passed away yet. This old monk is doing his best to save his life. " An old monk standing at the side said. This old monk had a kind and kind expression, and his eyebrows were about a foot long. He was snow white and flawless, without a single trace of color.

"Thank you, old man. "I want to ask, when will Brother Feng wake up?" Ah Lee asked with tears in her eyes.

The old monk stroked his beard and thought for a moment. He said, "According to my examination, this patron's illness is very strange. His bones are broken and his internal organs are fine. But he has not woken up for seven days. I have been practicing medicine for many years and have never seen anyone with such symptoms."

Ah Lee had never seen the monk or the doctor. She did not know if the old monk was telling the truth. She could only believe him. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. "Please save Brother Feng. Please!"

The old monk reached out to help Ah Lee up. "It's rare for you to be so loyal. There aren't many maids like this. Don't worry, I will try my best to save him. Your injuries are not light either. Take good care of yourself first. After you recover, come and take care of him. Huiming, Huicong, carry this female benefactor away and take good care of her."

"Yes, Master!" Huiming and Huicong agreed.

"Thank you, old man!" Ah Lee imitated Huicong and pressed her palms together. Then, she was carried away by the two of them to treat her injuries.

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