2537: C2537 With a Thought

C2537 With a Thought

"You know it's impossible to defeat me, so why do you insist?" The white-robed Spiritual Lord looked down at Feng Yixiu, who was unable to move, and asked with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know why either. I only know that I can't give up. Jiu'er is still waiting for me to save her. I also swear that I won't let Yu cry because of my incompetence. I also promised uncle that I will bring little sister Chao Ge back safely..." Feng Yixiu's pupils had already started to dissipate and his consciousness had also started to become more and more blurry. It was as if the person who was about to die had reached the end of his life, and he started to babble on his own. He said, "Father, mother, I have disappointed all of you. If there is a next life... I am still willing to be your child... "

"You only have one life. In the future, you will be able to step into the Celestial Realm. These people are nothing more than fleeting clouds to you, so why are you so persistent? Your mission is to pursue eternal life and strength... " The white-robed Spirit Lord frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.

"Shut up!"

Before the white-robed Spiritual Lord could finish his words, Feng Yixiu was like the last ray of light in his life. He unleashed the last bit of energy in his life and roared towards the sky.

However, the pain brought by this roar made him completely lose the ability to speak. His already incomparably fragile vocal cords had completely shattered, and the unforgettable pain eroded his will.

Even so, Feng Yixiu was still staring at the Divine Weapon Spiritual Lord fiercely. Instead of saying that he was cursing the Weapon Spiritual Lord, it would be better to say that he was cursing himself.

This was because the Weapon Spirit Master was born from his subconscious mind. He simply did not dare to believe that this was the true reflection of his subconscious mind. If this was his ugly heart, he would rather die here!

"You only need a thought to be able to withdraw from the Spirit Weapon space. As long as you are willing to withdraw... You can pass this trial, but the price is to give up the ridiculous burden in your heart. Those will only become obstacles in your path to becoming a god. A true expert needs to cut off all ties! " The white-robed Spiritual Master's tone was still incomparably cold. The Eight Desolate Dragon Roaming in the sky let out a heaven-shaking dragon roar. Then, he added, "If not, I would rather die with you. I don't want my master to be a piece of trash who is influenced by emotions!"

"Now that you have said that, you will have to decide what you want to do! The white-shirted spiritual leader's voice was ice-cold. The dragon in the sky roared and then he added, If you don't want to, I would rather die with you. I don't want my master to be a piece of trash who is influenced by emotions!"

"Eight Dragons, kill!"

Accompanied by the Spirit Lord waving the powerful Sacred Artifact in his hand, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon that had hovered in the sky for a long time descended simultaneously, erupting with the might of a Devouring the Heavens and Earth.

This time, the white-clothed Spirit Lord was truly furious, not holding back at all. Not to mention Feng Yixiu who had yet to recover from his injuries, even if he was at his peak, he might not be able to withstand this terrifying attack.

Feng Yixiu lay calmly in a pool of blood. The magnificent Eight Desolate Dragon in his eyes grew bigger and bigger, and the terrifying wind pressure suppressed the entire scene, making him unable to resist at all.

In fact, he could withdraw from the Spirit Weapon space with a single thought, but if he chose to retreat... He was afraid that he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life. He no longer had the face to face Jiu'er, Yu, and the others. He would even quietly plant a heart demon in him.

Because this meant that his life was more important than the person he cherished. In the future, if he encountered such a thing, he was really afraid that he would make such a despicable choice.

"I'm sorry, everyone..."

At this moment, Feng Yixiu no longer had the ability to speak. His lips trembled and he could not hear what he was muttering. The unwillingness and guilt in his heart made a drop of tears fall from the corner of his eye. The extreme despair made him slowly close his eyes.

This was the closest time he had faced death. He originally thought that he would feel fear in the face of death. However, at the moment of death, his expression was incomparably calm. He couldn't help but recall the scenes he had seen along the way. The most important person in his life kept appearing in his mind.

Even though he was about to reach the end of his life, Feng Yixiu couldn't help but reveal a smile that came from the bottom of his heart when he thought of these memories. He felt incomparably gratified that he didn't compromise.

However, just as Feng Yixiu gave up on resisting, the holy spear in the white-clad spiritual lord's hand started to become extremely illusory. At the same time, it also became illusory, like a ferocious Eight Desolate Roaming Dragon.

Before the Eight Desolate Dragon completely tore Feng Yixiu into pieces, the sacred spear had completely transformed into white spiritual light. Immediately, the sacred spiritual light surged towards Feng Yixiu below and completely wrapped around him.

The holy light slowly arranged itself in a soundless manner. It actually agglomerated into a completely new white holy armor. It seemed to have inherited the powerful healing ability of the Azure Dragon Sacred Armor. Lightning that emitted a powerful life aura continuously exploded.

At the same time, the space of the Spirit Weapon that had been destroyed into a complete mess also began to repair itself automatically. However, it returned to its original appearance in a short period of time, as if nothing had happened at all.

Feng Yixiu was prepared to face his death, but he was swept by a different kind of warm current all over his body. The cells in his body that had been broken into pieces seemed to have experienced a long drought and spring. They were glowing with an even more vigorous life force.

"This... Is this heaven?" After a while, Feng Yixiu finally had the strength to open his eyes. However, what entered his eyes was a quiet and peaceful green bamboo forest. This didn't seem to be the same place as the broken Spirit Weapon in his memory. He couldn't help but have a bad impression of it.

"Your self-positioning is quite accurate. Hell doesn't want a fool like you..."

As he spoke, a pair of straight and fair legs walked towards Feng Yixiu. Feng Yixiu subconsciously looked up and saw that it was the white-robed Spirit Lord who had just beaten him half to death.

However, the current white-robed Spirit Lord seemed to have changed slightly. Her expression was no longer cold, but instead filled with gentleness and affection. The strange thing was that her holy spear and holy armor had disappeared without a trace.

The white-clothed Spirit Master slowly bent down and carefully helped Feng Yixiu up. She said gently, "I'm sorry. In order to help you obtain the awakening Spirit Weapon as soon as possible, I used some extreme methods. You can't blame me! "

Feng Yixiu was also stunned for a moment when he heard this. Immediately, he was unable to suppress his wild joy. However, his excitement affected his wound, causing him to cry out in pain.2

This reversal was truly a little too great. Even Feng Yixiu, who boasted that he had experienced great storms and waves, felt that it was like a dream. He could not help but feel a little light-headed.

"Master, be careful. Your injuries have not healed yet." The white-robed Spirit Lord forcefully held down the excited Feng Yixiu and said with a concerned expression.

"What did you call me just now?" Feng Yixiu subconsciously swallowed his saliva and said with a trembling voice.

"You have already completed the Spirit Weapon trial. This proves that you have the qualifications to become my master. Is there a problem with me calling you Master?" The white-clothed Spirit Master frowned slightly and said with some puzzlement.

"You... you better not do this. I keep feeling a little scared in my heart when this happens all of a sudden." The cold and murderous girl in Feng Yixiu's mind had left an indelible impression on him. It could even be said that the trauma in his heart had suddenly changed into a different personality. He couldn't get used to it for a moment.

"Oh, I understand!"

The white-robed Spirit Master nodded, confused. Without any warning, he let go of Feng Yixiu's hand. He let ___ fall heavily on the cold stone slab and slowly stood up. Cold! Mo Dao. : "Is that alright?"

"Hiss...!"

The sudden pain made Feng Yixiu suck in a breath of cold air, and his expression became extremely twisted. However, he still had to bear the sin that he had done. He forced a smile on his face. He slowly raised his thumb and said, "Very good, that's it!"

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