Phi-Fic Chapter 778 I look up to you, but you only have eyes for him
Chapter 778 I look up to you, but you only have eyes for him
"In fact, I have always been curious about who you are. If you have a past relationship with my ancestors, you must be the peerless demon ancestor! But how could such an existence become the protector of the human race?" Xue Shan said.
Qiongqi looked indifferent and in a bad mood. Without saying a word, he pointed his finger and a terrifying phantom of a monster appeared behind him. Strands of green light emanated from his fingertips and floated towards Xueshan.
Before, Xueshan had been hiding in Xiao Chen's body, so it was difficult for it to take action. Now that he came out on his own, it would be like walking into a trap.
Xue Shan looked at the wisps of green mist floating in the void, then glanced at the terrifying demonic figure behind Qiongqi. His pupils contracted and he said in horror, "It looks like a vicious tiger, with wings on its back, green scales all over its body, dragon horns on its head, and a tail like a sharp sword. You...you are the ancient ancestor demon god Qiong...Qi?"
No one responded.
boom!
The green mist hit Xueshan, and his already broken soul began to shatter piece by piece!
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that this kid's protector is actually the ancient demon god Qiongqi. This world is fucking crazy!"
In the annihilation, Xueshan laughed wildly.
It only has the power of a residual soul left, and it will soon dissipate after Xiao Chen's death.
He came out to talk to Qiongqi just to resolve the doubts in his heart before he died, and he didn't think of leaving alive.
Xueshan's soul shattered and turned into specks of blood light, floating in the void.
Qiongqi didn't even look at him. He held Xiao Chen's body in his arms with a sad expression, standing motionless like a statue.
"Why is there no movement? I can't sense the Holy Son's life force fluctuations. Could it be that the Holy Son..."
"How could this be?"
Soon, Zhao Changhe and others discovered that Xiao Chen's life fluctuations were gone, and an elder spoke in horror.
Things were worse than they had imagined. They originally thought that Xiao Chen just had a serious problem and was trapped by the curse and in a dangerous situation.
But unexpectedly, there is no life fluctuation now.
The loss of life fluctuations means that Xiao Chen is likely dead.
But how is this possible?
With the help of half a pool of holy liquid, even if the evil curse cannot be eradicated, it can at least be suppressed temporarily. It is impossible for the body to die!
"Master, Chen'er..." Wu Qinglong said anxiously.
At this moment, he could not sense Xiao Chen's breath, but he was only at the King Realm, his cultivation was not enough, and there might be errors in his perception, so he looked at Zhao Changhe.
Zhao Changhe's face was as gloomy as water. After a moment's silence, he said, "I can't sense the Holy Son's aura either."
Wu Qinglong was struck by lightning and his face turned pale instantly.
At this moment, the gate of the Holy Pool opened, and a tall old man in green armor walked out with Xiao Chen in his arms, expressionless.
The young man in the old man's arms had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and there were black lines on his face and body. He was sleeping peacefully, and had long stopped breathing.
Everyone was stunned, their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were full of disbelief!
Is Xiao Chen really dead?
"Chen'er!" Wu Qinglong cried out sadly, his eyes were red and his expression was haggard. In an instant, he seemed to have aged by dozens of years!
He didn't have many relatives in his life. After his daughter Wu Qingqing's tragic death, he lived almost alone. In his later years, he finally got a good disciple like Xiao Chen, whom he regarded as his own son. Unexpectedly, the heaven was ruthless, and in a short time, he lost his beloved disciple again!
"The Holy Son..." Zhao Changhe's voice trembled, and he couldn't believe that what he saw was real.
"Heaven is jealous of Yingcai!"
"The Holy Son was still so young, and hadn't even married or had children yet, yet he died like this. What a pity!"
Many elders of the Chen Sect also looked sad and heartbroken over Xiao Chen's death. Although their relationship with Xiao Chen was not as close as Wu Qinglong's, they also regarded him as a junior. They felt a pang of pain in their hearts when they heard the bad news.
"Holy Son, you are so talented, why are you gone like this?"
"My heart hurts so much, it's about to break!"
"Damn God, give me back my Holy Son!"
Some former elders of the Huang Sect cried even harder, their hearts torn apart, more sad than when their own sons died. This was not because they were sad about Xiao Chen's death, but because they were afraid that the Red Bandit would get furious and implicate them.
Qiongqi looked numb as he walked towards the mountain gate step by step without even looking at Zhao Changhe and the others. If it weren't for Xiao Chen, these people would be nothing but ants in his eyes, not even worthy of him turning around.
"Senior, please stay!" Zhao Changhe called out to Qiongqi.
"What's the matter?" Qiongqi's voice was cold.
"The Holy Son is the Holy Son of our Taixu Sect. Could you please leave his body behind and hide it in our Taixu Sect's ancestral mausoleum?"
"He is my heir. I will find a large tomb for him and keep his body from decaying!"
"Can……"
"Get out!" Qiongqi was in a bad mood. He uttered a word and left directly.
Zhao Changhe stood there, looking at Qiongqi's receding back, not daring to speak.
At a certain moment just now, he felt a shocking murderous intent from Qiongqi!
Qiongqi's origins were unknown, and even though he was seriously injured, he did not dare to force him to stay.
"Big Brother!"
"What's the matter, big brother?"
"Why is there no breath?"
Near the temple, the disciples of the Sword King Hall had been guarding it. When they saw Xiao Chen's body, they were stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.
Qiongqi ignored everyone and walked out step by step holding Xiao Chen.
His expression was cold and dazed, and for a moment he didn't know where to take Xiao Chen!
Soon, the news of Xiao Chen's death spread throughout the Taixu Sect.
For a moment, everyone was sad.
"Farewell, Holy Son!"
"Rest in peace, Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son's achievements will be immortal, and the Taixu Sect will never forget them!"
The sounds of crying and wailing echoed throughout Taixu Mountain.
In the crowd, Huo Feng'er watched woodenly as Xiao Chen's body was taken away by Qiongqi. The sachet in her hand fell to the ground. Her soul seemed to be shattered in an instant, and all the life in her eyes disappeared.
The red sachet on the ground was exquisitely crafted, embroidered with an ancient sword and a blue word "Chen".
Below the word "Chen", there is a line of small words: May you be like a dragon and always travel in the nine heavens!
Fenger Book!
This is the sachet that Huo Feng'er had embroidered a long time ago as a token of love for her future lover. She has been keeping it, but she doesn't know who to give it to.
Once, she thought she would never have the chance to send it away in this lifetime.
An hour ago, Xiao Chen's name was embroidered on it for some unknown reason.
But when she was holding the sachet, hesitating whether to give it to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen died!
Huo Feng'er just stood there blankly, staring at the direction where Xiao Chen was going. Even though Xiao Chen had already disappeared, she still stared at that direction motionlessly, without any reaction for a long time.
She didn't shed tears, but she looked like she had lost her soul!
"It turns out that the Saint has always been interested in the Saint Son!"
"In all these years, I have never seen the Saint so sad."
"If the Saint could treat me the same way she treated the Son, even for a moment, I would willingly perish for her!"
Many male disciples of Taixu Sect looked at Huo Feng'er, their eyes filled with heartache and emotion.
I look up to you, seeing you as the stars and the moon, high above me, but in your eyes, there is only him.
This kind of pain is so terrible.
A hall in Taixu Sect.
Wen Haishan, Wen Wanrong, Xiao Zhenbei, and Xiao Lingtian were all waiting, waiting for the result after Xiao Chen absorbed the holy liquid.
Since Wen Haishan has arrived, it is impossible for Wen Wanrong and the others not to show up. They have been hiding in the crowd and watching the battle.
After this battle, the three men's attitudes towards Xiao Chen all changed. (Thanks to Mr. Hu, who loves carrots, for the generous gift, and thanks to all the friends who sent gifts!)