Feng Buye closed the doors and windows of the house and became concentrated. He originally wanted to repair the damaged meridians as soon as possible, but when he used his magic power, the restlessness in his blood that had just subsided surged again.

The dragon soul in his chest seemed to be aware of his weakness, and was taking the opportunity to capture his consciousness, trying to swallow his soul.

This dragon soul was originally an excellent dragon vein in the Feng Shui Mountains. It was cut off by the demon world monument and nourished by the demon world's breath. Thousands of years later, it unexpectedly transformed into a residual soul.

There is no longer a divine beast like a dragon in the world. This broken dragon soul probably relied on the luck of heaven to capture the last trace of dragon energy and survive. Its origin was told to him by Zhuchen in his previous life.

...What did Zhuchen say to him at that time?

Feng Buye's hearing was occupied by the roaring dragon's roar. The deep, venting roar interrupted all his thoughts and painted a chaotic picture in his mind.

All kinds of bloodthirsty impulses accompanied his gradually drifting consciousness, overflowing from the depths of his soul. Later, his world was filled with the word "kill" that smelled of blood.

He seemed to have returned to the human world that was ravaged by demonic energy.

The gloomy sky, the bleak cold wind, the desert-like land, and the high piles of bones everywhere.

There are all kinds of rotten smells in the air, and it is no longer possible to tell whether the sword tip is an enemy or a friend.

Feng Buye's eyes as dark as ink swept across the scene lightly, calmly, and used his fingers to draw out the magic spell of meditation, trying to remove the illusion in front of him.

Suddenly, someone's sleeves were slightly hooked, and the person timidly shouted: "Master."

Feng Buye's fingers seemed to have touched the sharpest blade, twitching slightly, trying to avoid it. He lowered his head, looked at the other person's face with cold sweat on his forehead, and frowned.

The smell of blood on her body was so strong that it hit his nose and throat, making him laugh at his own stupor for a moment that he could fall for such a simple statement.

A group of monks had gathered around them at some point. Their swords were still stained with blood. They held high the banner of crusade and pointed their swords at "Zhuchen" who was unable to resist.

"Master Dao, hand over this demon cultivator! I will definitely kill her today to avenge my fellow sect!"

"How many fellow Taoists have suffered at the hands of demonic cultivators. This person will not be able to convince the public unless he dies. Even a disciple should not protect him! Feng Buye, the disciple you taught, kill her now!"

"Master Dao, since she fell into your hands, you should clean up the house!"

"Zhuchen" held his hand hard, as if she was afraid that he would refuse.

Feng Buye's eyes flashed, and his lowered hands were slightly warm. After a long time, he said: "I will take her back and take good care of her."

"No! Either she dies or I die today!"

Feng Buye wanted to withdraw his hand and end this ridiculous trial. "Zhuchen" shed a tear and helplessly pressed his face against his hand, begging: "Master, I want to go home."

Feng Buye could only hear her voice in his ears and repeated: "I want to take her back to the court to hear her."

"no!"

Everyone became disgusting and shouted ferociously that they wanted her to be buried here.

Hanxu's sword also began to tremble, and the killing intent on the sword was strong, inducing him to point his sword intent at the group of ferocious monks.

no.

Feng Buye thought.

Zhuchen was not willing to go back with him at all.

That's why he had this inner demon. He wanted to take her back, trap her, and tell her to be obedient. He didn't want to see Zhuchen in the sword formation again and listen to what she said about "different ways" and "different ways."

How can there be so many ways of coexistence in this world? Zhuchen is too naive. The so-called respect comes from strength, not compromise.

She would not be like this, humbly and obediently begging him to take her back.

However, when the sword energy came to kill, Feng Buye still waved his sleeves to block it.

The people in his field of vision seemed to have completely changed their appearance. They still had the familiar faces, but they were no longer as cheerful as usual. Their lips opened and closed, and they uttered the cruelest words.

He knew that these people were just the illusion of his inner demons, and he should not have had murderous intentions in his consciousness. But the dragon soul wanted to go against him, urging the monks around him to attack him with deadly attacks.

The person beside you.

Feng Buye stood silently, his fingertips clasped around "Zhuchen"'s wrist, and blue veins protruded out of his already fair skin. His eyes were terrifyingly heavy, and the shrunken figure and the flickering sword light were reflected in his pupils.

"Master!"

The sounds overlapped, one sounded in front of him, and another seemed to come from outside.

The two sounds were mixed together, and Feng Buye couldn't distinguish them clearly. He could only hear the panic and fear in them.

He loosened his fingers, and at the last moment, his body seemed to have lost control. When he regained consciousness, the Hanxu Sword had flown out.

This sword seemed to fall on his own body, causing a cracking pain from his neck to his waist and abdomen. The pain finally made him sober, but the demonic energy in his body also became three points more rampant.

Feng Buye was such a arrogant person. Even so, he refused to retreat. He simply charged forward with his sword and chopped off the figure in front of him.

"Master? Master!"

The repeated calls rang in Feng Buyi’s ears.

When Zhuchen entered the house, Feng Buye had completely lost consciousness. The demonic aura was as strong as water, flowing out of his body. In his tightly closed eyes, his pupils turned around uneasily, and he shouted several times.

her name.

In the morning, I laid him down on the bed. After a while, I saw him coughing up some blood foam, which showed that he had made a mistake in his cultivation and was having trouble recovering.

She didn't know much about demon cultivators. According to what the demon said, Feng Buye was trapped by the inner demon.

Oh my God, my God! What can I do?

Zhuchen couldn't imagine what charm he had, which made Feng Buye obsessed with him. But the excellence of people may always be reflected inadvertently.

If you think about it carefully, her enlightenment and insights are indeed the result of thousands of years of wisdom, and are a bit ahead of the times.

Could it be that Feng Buye just fell in love with the brilliance of her humanity?

But does her brilliance make Feng Buye fight like this in her dream?

Zhuchen washed a towel, held it in his hand to wipe his sweat, and called him several times nervously. Unexpectedly, he saw that the demonic energy on his body became stronger. Not only did it not subside, it also wrapped around Zhuchen's fingertips.

Zhuchen put her hand on his chest and heard his heart beating like a drum, sometimes weakly, sometimes violently, interlaced irregularly, and his life continued to flow away.

Zhuchen tried to use [Ruoshui] to remedy the situation, but the weak spiritual power entered Feng Buye's body and was swallowed up within a moment, without any effect.

Zhuchen was anxious and wanted to use [Fushui] to help Feng Buye stop the pain. A stream of heat overflowed directly from the corner of his lips, which did not relieve his burden.

I hurriedly wiped him every morning, but his clothes were stained red, and the person on the bed was still frowning and unconscious.

She began to regret that she had not learned more spells before. If she had a talent like Feng Buye, she would definitely be able to do better than she is now.

Zhuchen's hands were all stained with dark red blood. She wiped it on her skirt casually and held Feng Buye in her arms. The corners of her eyes were also stained red.

In the midst of chaos, Zhuchen suddenly remembered that there was another way.

She dug out the [Washing Water] technique from her memory, performed it with a stumbling stumble, and sucked the demonic energy from Feng Buye's body.

I don't want it to be really useful.

The manic demonic energy lingering around Feng Buye's body seemed to have found an outlet, and most of it entered her body following Zhuchen's guidance.

This strong demonic aura was completely different from the demonic aura that Zhuchen had absorbed in the air before. It was as cold as frost, making her shiver from the cold.

Zhuchen's eyelashes trembled slightly and he exhaled softly. Before he could adapt to the cold, a heat ignited in his Dantian. The heat became more and more intense. Seeing the demonic energy was like encountering igniting gas. In an instant,

Swelled and burned.

After a while, the heat started to get hot again in the morning, as if there was a real fire burning in her body. She was covered in sweat, and her flesh and blood seemed to be drying out.

Fortunately, this torture only lasted for a while and then slowed down. The demonic energy in Feng Buye's body also began to subside, and his expression became calmer.

Stop the spell every morning, hold your right wrist, and slowly release it when the muscles no longer twitch and your consciousness returns.

She lowered her head and found that Feng Buye had woken up at some point, but her eyes were misty and she was not fully awake yet.

"Master."

Zhuchen stretched out his hand to wipe his face, trying to wipe away the remaining traces. Someone as fastidious as Feng Buye must not like this feeling.

She controlled her strength and was about to take it back when the person on the bed moved and raised his hand to hold her.

"Zhuchen." Feng Buye whispered, "Go back with me."

His eyes were a little blurry, but he was also half awake. Zhuchen didn't know if he meant what he said, so he just asked: "Where are you going?"

Feng Buye wanted to go back to Pu Fengzong, but if Zhuchen didn't want to go back, he could go elsewhere.

A word came to his mind, which solved his confusion and made him blurt out: "Chaowen."

"We are in Chaowen now." Zhuchen said, "We will all be in Chaowen from now on."

Feng Buye finally felt at ease. He closed his eyes in exhaustion and fell asleep with a deep breath. However, he still refused to let go of his hand. When Zhuchen carefully pulled it out, there were already a few pale marks on his skin.

I went to fill a basin of water every morning and wiped my face with Feng Buye. After working for a while, I felt tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep in front of his case.

In the evening, Zhuchen woke up, and Feng Buye was still stuck in the nightmare. She confirmed that Feng Buye was just sleeping this time, and couldn't bear to wake him up, so she went out quietly.
Chapter completed!