1175: C1175 Bye Uncle

C1175 Bye Uncle

Subsequently, Hu Jiu'er wrapped Feng Yixiu like a mummy with clean gauze. Her technique was rather rough, and it could be seen that she had never done such a thing before.

After everything was settled, Hu Jiu'er sat on the edge of the bed nervously, waiting for Feng Yixiu to wake up.

At this moment, Feng Yixiu seemed to have sunk into endless darkness. The blood like thick black seawater surrounded him and his consciousness became blurry.

Vaguely, Feng Yixiu seemed to see two doors in the distance in front of him. They seemed to be the Gate of Holy Light and the Gate of Hell.

He tried to get closer, but his body wouldn't listen to him. The intense pain caused him to fall into a coma.

However, when he completely lost consciousness, the black sun mark on his back became more and more illusory, and just as it was about to disappear, the white sun mark that had disappeared for a long time on his chest gradually became brighter.

Just when Feng Yixiu was completely unconscious, the door to hell actually opened on its own. A handsome man in a black robe walked out from the door of hell. It was Feng Qianjue.

If one looked closely, it could be seen that Feng Qianjue's body was extremely illusory, as if it could disappear at any time …

After he walked out of the Gates of Hell, he first looked at the unconscious Feng Yixiu. As he looked at the shocking wounds on Feng Yixiu's body, his expression became more and more unsightly.

In the end, he didn't go over to wake Feng Yixiu up. Instead, he walked in front of the holy door and lightly knocked.

After a moment of waiting, the holy door slowly opened and Feng Qianjue strode inside.

The first thing Feng Qianjue saw after entering the door was First Holy Spiritual King, who had his back to him. He said in a deep voice, "Old friend, we haven't seen each other for many years. Aren't you going to treat me to a drink?"

First Holy Spiritual King slowly turned around and a bottle of white jade gourd appeared in his hand with a flip of his palm. He smiled and said, "Feng Qianjue, I didn't expect that you would come and see me again."

Feng Qianjue made a grabbing motion towards the white jade bottle gourd and it was then sucked away by him. After opening the bottle stopper, he drank a mouthful of wine and said coldly: "Do you think I would run away because of fear?"

Then, Feng Qianjue threw the white jade gourd in his hand towards First Holy Spiritual King.

First Holy Spiritual King steadily caught the white jade gourd and elegantly drank a mouthful of wine. He said softly: "You went through so much trouble to give the Chaotic Devil Bead to Feng'er, but didn't achieve your goal. I think you're very unwilling, right?"

Feng Qianjue's face gradually became gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "You already knew of my plan?"

First Holy Spiritual King sneered, "The Chaotic Devil Bead is a Treasure of Hall of the Primal Chaos Demon Palace. If you didn't personally appear, how would you let this kind of demon reappear in the world, and only let a blood spirit king use it …"

"All of this is indeed my plan. As long as he falls into the Path of Demon, no one in this world can stop me. Even if you revive, it will be useless!" Feng Qianjue's expression gradually became crazy.

First Holy Spiritual King smiled and said lightly: "Unfortunately, your plan failed. You have lost this round!"

Feng Qianjue suddenly calmed down from his craziness. His already illusory figure became more and more illusory as he said in a deep voice, "The game has only just begun. The final winner will be me …"

Watching Feng Qianjue completely disappear into the holy space, First Holy Spiritual King's expression turned to one of desolation. He sighed, "It's been so many years, and you still haven't put it down yet …"

After an unknown period of time, Feng Yixiu's injuries had mostly recovered. The horrifying spider web wound also disappeared, leaving behind only a few white marks. Obviously, it was different from the surrounding skin.

Feng Yixiu gradually regained his consciousness and swam towards the Gate of Hell and the Holy Gate with his fastest speed. However, he stopped in front of two completely different doors.

Just as he expected, the lost Sacred Gate appeared once again, but the Gates of Hell was gradually dissipating …

Ever since Feng Yixiu had obtained Wu Dingxin, he had been able to suppress the evil thoughts of the Chaotic Devil Sword, and was no longer under its control.

This meant that Feng Yixiu could freely transform between the Void Demon Sword and the Void Dragon Spear. However, he had never tried it before.

It wasn't that he didn't want to try, but he wasn't sure that his father would disappear along with First Holy Spiritual King when he turned into the Void Dragon Spear.

Although the probability of this was very small, Feng Yixiu still didn't dare to rashly try. It wasn't easy for him to meet his father. He really didn't want to lose his family …

For a moment, he didn't know which door to enter first. This time, he didn't enter the world of spiritual consciousness on his own, but as if there was a powerful force that dragged his consciousness here. Feng Yixiu vaguely felt that something bad was going to happen.

Feng Yixiu was at a loss in front of the two doors for a long time. In the end, he chose to enter the Gates of Hell first. He gently pushed open the door, but he did not see Feng Qianjue.1

In fact, he had already mentally prepared himself for this, but when he truly met his father, he felt extremely sad. He had finally met him again, but he didn't even have the time to say goodbye …

Just as Feng Yixiu was about to turn around and leave the Gates of Hell in disappointment, he saw an ancient black book in front of him the moment he turned around.

Feng Yixiu gently held the book in his hands and looked through it. He realized that it was the secret manual for the Ultimate Ghost Sword Technique . He said in a deep voice, "Father, is this the gift you left for me?"

After solemnly storing the Ultimate Ghost Sword Technique , Feng Yixiu slowly walked out of the Door of Hell. However, the Door of Hell behind him cracked the instant he stepped out, and ultimately disappeared into nothingness.

Feng Yixiu wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes with the hem of his shirt. After calming himself down, he nervously pushed open the door to the holy land. Finally, he saw the back of the white clothed man he hadn't seen in a long time.

The haze had dissipated quite a bit. Although his father had disappeared, the man in white had reappeared, giving him some comfort.

At that instant, Feng Yixiu was also stunned on the spot. Looking at First Holy Spiritual King's imposing back, he was at a loss of what to do.

First Holy Spiritual King slowly turned around with a warm smile, "What? We haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Don't you know Uncle?"

Feng Yixiu couldn't control his excitement anymore as he looked at the familiar and intimate smile on the white clothed man's face. He hugged him excitedly and couldn't stop himself from sobbing due to the complicated feelings in his heart.

The white-clothed man was even taller than Feng Yixiu. He didn't immediately push Feng Yixiu away, but a tender look appeared in his eyes. He gently caressed Feng Yixiu's cape and said gently: "Feng Yixiu, I know you are very sad, but life is like this …"

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