Then Fox Nine wrapped Feng Yixiu with clean gauze, making him look like a mummy. Her technique could be said to be quite rough. It could be seen that she had never done such a thing before.
After everything was done, Fox Nine sat on the edge of the bed nervously, waiting for Feng Yixiu to wake up.
…
At this time, Feng Yixiu seemed to have fallen into an endless darkness. He was submerged in the black seawater that was as thick as blood, and his consciousness was very blurred.
Vaguely, Feng Yixiu seemed to see two doors in the distance. They seemed to be the Sacred Door and the Hell Door.
He tried to get closer, but his body wouldn't listen to him at all. The intense pain caused him to fall into a state of unconsciousness.
However, when he was completely unconscious, the black sun mark on his back became more and more illusory. It was about to disappear completely, and the white sun mark on his chest that had disappeared for a long time gradually became brighter.
Just when Feng Yixiu was completely unconscious, the Hell Door opened on its own. A handsome man in a black robe walked out of the Hell Door. It was Feng Qianjue.
If one looked carefully, they would see that Feng Qianjue's body was very illusory, as if it could dissipate at any time.
After he walked out of the Hell Door, he first glanced at the unconscious Feng Yixiu. Looking at the shocking wounds on Feng Yixiu's body, his face became more and more ugly.
However, he did not wake up Feng Yixiu in the end. Instead, he walked to the Sacred Door and gently knocked on the door.
After a moment of waiting, the Sacred Door slowly opened, and Feng Qianjue strode through it.
After Feng Qianjue entered the Sacred Door, he immediately saw the First Holy Ghost King, who had his back to him. He said in a deep voice, "Old friend, I haven't seen you for many years. Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
The First Holy Ghost King slowly turned around. With a flip of his hand, a white jade gourd appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "Feng Qianjue, I didn't expect you to come and see me."
Feng Qianjue grabbed the white jade gourd and sucked it into his hand. After uncorking the gourd, he took a big gulp and said coldly, "Do you think I will disappear with my tail between my legs?"
Then, Feng Qianjue threw the white jade gourd at the First Holy Ghost King.
The first-generation Holy Ghost King caught the white jade calabash, elegantly took a sip of the wine, then said with a gentle voice, "You tried so hard to give the Chaos bead to Feng 'er, but in the end, it was all for nothing. I guess you don't want to accept this, do you?"
Feng Qianjue's face gradually turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "You already knew my plan?"
The First Holy Ghost King sneered and said, "The Chaos Bead is the treasure of the Chaos Demonic Hall. If you didn't show up in person, how could such a demonic thing reappear in the world and only let Blood Spirit Queen use it …"
"Hahaha … All of this is indeed my plan. As long as I let him fall into the Devil's Path, no one in this world can stop me. Even if you are resurrected, it will be useless!" Feng Qianjue's expression gradually became crazy.
The first Spiritking smiled and nonchalantly said, "It's just a pity that your plan has failed. You … have lost this round."
Feng Qianjue suddenly calmed down from his crazy state. His already illusory figure gradually became more and more illusory. He said in a deep voice, "The game has just begun … I will be the one who has the last laugh …"
Seeing that Feng Qianjue had completely disappeared from the Sacred Space, the First Holy Ghost King's expression showed a little loneliness. He sighed and said, "After so many years, you still haven't let go …"
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yixiu's wounds were almost completely healed. The shocking spider-like wound had also completely disappeared, leaving behind only a series of white marks. It was clearly different from the surrounding skin.
Feng Yixiu gradually regained his self-consciousness and swam toward the Sacred Gate and the Gate of Hell as fast as he could. However, he stopped in front of the two completely different doors.
As he expected, the Sacred Gate that had disappeared reappeared, but the Gate of Hell was gradually dissipating …
Since Feng Yixiu obtained the Heart of Asura King, he was able to suppress the evil thoughts of the Chaos Demonic Sword and was no longer under its control.
This meant that Feng Yixiu could freely transform between the Void Demonic Sword and the Void Dragon Spear, but he had never tried it.
It was not that he did not want to try, but he did not know if his father in the Gate of Hell would disappear like the First Holy Ghost King when he transformed into the Void Dragon Spear.
Although the probability was very small, Feng Yixiu still did not dare to try it easily. It was not easy to see his father again. He really did not want to lose this family member again …
For a moment, he did not know which door to enter first. This time, he did not enter the spiritual world on his own accord. Instead, it was as if a powerful force had forcefully pulled his consciousness here. Feng Yixiu vaguely sensed that something bad was about to happen.
Feng Yixiu hesitated for a long time between the two doors. In the end, he chose to enter the Gate of Hell first. After gently pushing the door open, he did not see Feng Qianjue's figure.
In fact, he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but when he really faced it, he was still very sad. It was not easy to see his father again, but he did not even have time to say goodbye …
Just when Feng Yixiu was about to turn around and leave the Gate of Hell in disappointment, he saw a simple black book in front of him the moment he turned around.
Feng Yixiu gently took the book in his hand and flipped through it slightly. He found that it was the secret book of the "Ultimate Ghost Sword Art". He said in a deep voice, "Father … is this the gift you left for me?"
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