Afterwards, Hu Jiuer wrapped Feng Yixiu with clean gauze like a mummy. The method can be said to be quite rough, which shows that she has never done this kind of dressing treatment.
After everything was processed, Hu Jiu'er sat on the side of the bed with a nervous expression, obediently waiting for Feng Yixiu to wake up.
...
At this time, Feng Yixiu seemed to be plunged into an endless darkness, surrounded by blood-like thick black sea water, and his consciousness was very blurred.
Vaguely, Feng Yixiu seemed to see two doors far ahead, which seemed to be the sacred door and the **** door.
He tried to get closer, but his body didn't listen to his commands at all. The severe pain made him completely unconscious.
However, when he completely fell into a coma, the black sun mark behind his back became more and more illusory, and he was about to disappear completely, while the white sun mark on his chest that had disappeared for a long time was gradually becoming brighter.
Just as Feng Yixiu was completely in a coma, the door of **** opened spontaneously, and a handsome man in a black robe walked out of the door of hell, it was Feng Qianjue.
If you observe carefully, you can see that Feng Qianjue's body is very illusory, as if it may dissipate at any time...
After he walked out of the gate of hell, he first glanced at Feng Yixiu, who was in a coma, and looked at the shocking wounds on Feng Yixiu's body, his face became increasingly ugly.
But after all, he didn't wake up Feng Yixiu in the past, but walked to the sacred door and knocked gently.
After waiting for a while, the sacred door slowly opened, and Feng Qianjue strode into it.
After Feng Qianjue entered the sacred gate, he saw the first generation of the Holy Spirit King with his back facing him at first glance, and said solemnly: "Old friend, haven't seen him for many years, don't you ask me to have a drink?"
The first generation of the Holy Spirit King slowly turned around, flipped his palm, and a bottle of white jade gourd appeared in his palm, smiling: "Feng Qianjue, I didn't expect you to come over to see me."
Feng Qianjue slammed his palm toward the white jade gourd, and he sucked the white jade gourd. After opening the cork, he took a swig and said coldly, "Do you think I will disappear dingy?" "
After saying that, Feng Qianjue threw the white jade gourd in his hand to the first generation of the Holy Spirit King.
The first generation of the Holy Spirit King steadily caught the white jade gourd, drank the wine very elegantly, and whispered softly: "You tried your best to give the Chaos Demon Orb to Feng'er, but you just made a wedding dress. You must be unwilling, right?"
Feng Qianjue's expression gradually turned gloomy, gritted his teeth and said, "You already knew my plan?"
The first generation of the Holy Spirit King sneered: "The Chaos Demon Orb is the treasure of the Chaos Demon Temple. If you didn't come out in person, how could you make these monsters reappear in the world and just let a blood spirit king use..."
"Hahaha... all this is indeed my plan, as long as he falls into the magical way, no one in this world can stop me anymore, even if you are resurrected, it will not help!" Feng Qianjue's expression gradually became crazy. .
The first generation of the Holy Spirit King smiled slightly and said lightly: "It's a pity that your plan failed. This round...you lost!"
Feng Qianjue suddenly calmed down from his crazy state, and the illusory figure gradually became more and more illusory, and he said solemnly: "The game has just begun...The one who laughs to the end will eventually be me..."
Seeing Feng Qianjue completely disappearing into the sacred space, the first generation of the Holy Spirit King's expression appeared a little lonely, and sighed: "After so many years, you still haven't let go..."
I don't know how long it took. Feng Yixiu's injuries have almost recovered, and the shocking spider web wounds have also completely disappeared, but white marks are left, and it is obviously different from the surrounding skin.
Feng Yixiu gradually regained his self-consciousness and swam in the direction of the sacred gate and **** gate almost at the fastest speed, but stopped in front of two completely different gates.
As expected, the sacred gate that disappeared appeared again, but the gate of **** was gradually disappearing...
Since Feng Yixiu gained the heart of the Shura King, he was able to suppress the evil thoughts of the Chaos Demon Sword and was no longer under its control.
This means that Feng Yixiu can freely transform between the Void Demon Sword and the Void Dragon Spear, but he has never tried this before.
It's not that he doesn't want to try, but that he doesn't know whether the father in the gate of **** will disappear like the original Holy Spirit King when he transforms into the Void Dragon Spear.
Although the probability of this is small, Feng Yixiu still dare not try easily. After finally seeing his father, he really didn’t want to lose this relative...
For a while, he didn't know which door to enter first. This time he didn't enter the world of spiritual consciousness on his own, but seemed to have a powerful force forcibly pulling his consciousness here, and the wind also repaired vaguely. Feel that something bad will happen.
Feng Yixiu struggled for a long time before the two doors, and finally chose to enter the gate of **** first. After gently pushing the door open, he didn't see Feng Qianjue.
In fact, he was already mentally prepared, but when he really faced it, he was still very sad. After finally seeing his father again, he didn't even have time to say goodbye...
Just as Feng Yixiu was extremely disappointed and wanted to turn around and exit the gate of hell, he saw a simple black book in front of him at the moment he turned around.
Feng Yixiu gently took the book in his hand, and read it briefly, and found that it was the secret book of "Ghost Swordsmanship", and said in a deep voice: "Father... is this a gift you left for me? ?"
Solemnly collected "Ghost Swordsmanship", Feng Yixiu slowly walked out of the gate of hell, but the gate of **** behind him broke the moment he stepped out, and finally returned to nothingness.
Feng Yixiu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the hem of his clothes. After he was in a good mood, he pushed open the sacred door with a nervous expression, and finally saw the back of the long-lost uncle in white.
The gloomy mood was also dispelled a lot. Although his father disappeared, the uncle in white reappeared again, giving him a trace of comfort in his dark cloud.
Feng Yixiu was also stunned in an instant, looking at the stalwart figure of the early Holy Spirit King, but also a little at a loss.
The first generation of the Holy Spirit King slowly turned around, with a peaceful smile on his face like a spring breeze, and said: "What? I haven't seen you for more than half a year, don't you know the uncle?"
Feng Yixiu looked at the familiar and kind smile on Uncle White's face. He couldn't control his excitement anymore. He hugged him with excitement. The complicated mood made him sobbing.
Uncle Baiyi's height is higher than Feng Yixiu. He did not immediately push Feng Yixiu away. Loving tenderness appeared in his eyes. He stroked the long hair of Feng Yixiu's shawl and said softly: "Feng Yixiu Xiu, I know you are very sad, but life is like this, willingness and dedication are always accompanied by each other..."