Junior Disciple C

When Ling Yun's sword slashed down, the wind was fierce and the sword was decisive. He wanted to cut off the head of the god of heaven to vent the accumulated grievances of the past hundred years.

He never hesitated, just like Feng Ye didn't hesitate last night.

Feng Ye was restrained by thousands of vengeful spirits, and the hands of ghosts bound him firmly in place, making him unable to move.

The resentful spirits were densely packed like ants, clinging to his soul, and opening their twisted tongues to bite.His soul was torn apart, causing a pain thousands of times more severe than a cut to his flesh, but even with such pain, he still kept his clarity.

He clearly saw the sword light cutting towards his neck, but he couldn't do anything, he had nowhere to hide, he could only keep half kneeling on the ground, watching helplessly that he was about to be beheaded.

He will not die, this is not his body after all, once the body that possesses him dies, his soul will return to the heavens and return to his real body.

But this does not mean that he will not be injured. Possession of others is a dangerous technique. Without the protection of a strong body, his already weak soul will be severely injured by this, even if it does not dissipate, it will take a long time. Unable to move for a period of time.

And within the time limit when he was unable to act, Ling Yun and this monster who got Jianmu and Xiyang must have opened the channel of the Eternal Vision, causing troubles in the two worlds of heaven and man.

This was the result of Feng Ye's efforts to prevent it, but now... there was nothing he could do.

He hadn't been careless, but he still lost.Lost to this weakness that almost no one knows about.

The sharp wind stings the skin of his neck, he has already felt the sharpness of the blade, and is only waiting for the last moment when the cold iron cuts the flesh and bones.

Feng Ye subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, after a breath, the expected pain did not hit, what's more, those wraiths who were biting their souls stopped their biting movements.

The severe pain in his soul was no longer there, but these wraiths did not let go, and still bound him firmly in place.

When Feng Ye opened his eyes, he saw a pair of hands.

A pair of hands lay across his neck, holding Ling Yun Jianfeng's hands with bare hands.

The palm of the hand was cut by the blade, but no blood flowed out from the cut, instead a few wisps of black mist spilled out.

The rainstorm gradually subsided, without the interference of the rain curtain, the vision became clearer.

Feng Ye raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the man who had a face almost identical to his own.

This monster actually helped him block the fatal blow.

Not only Feng Ye couldn't believe it, but also Ling Yun.

He didn't withdraw the sword, and the force on the blade didn't take off, but he couldn't move forward either, the blade was firmly held by the man.

During the stalemate, Ling Yun questioned: "What are you doing?!"

After finally taking advantage of Ying Long's weakness to defeat him, if they don't take advantage of this opportunity to avoid future troubles, they may not be able to catch Feng Ye's weakness for the second time.

After he cut off Feng Ye's head, although he couldn't completely kill the gods, Ying Long couldn't interfere with them in a short period of time, and their plan would be unimpeded. This was what he and the monster were looking forward to.

But, he was stopped, stopped by his companions.

Facing Ling Yun's questioning, the man just raised his eyelids and glanced at Ling Yun lightly.His expression was calm, but his tone was extremely cold: "Ling Yun, you are too good at making decisions."

When the man's voice fell, he flicked the blade in his hand with his fingers. He didn't seem to use much force, but Ling Yun suddenly felt a huge force. He was pushed a few steps and staggered a few times before finally Keep your balance with your sword.

"If you don't kill him, aren't you afraid that he will come back to stop our plan afterward?" The moment Ling Yun stood firm, he asked impatiently.

Although the decision to kill Feng Ye was his sudden idea and they hadn't communicated with each other beforehand, this decision was beneficial to both himself and the man.

Hearing this, the man repeated it playfully: "Our plan?"

"Hehe." The man gave a low laugh, but he didn't answer, but ordered Ling Yun in an unquestionable tone: "You can't kill him, not anyone else."

Ling Yun clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, he was not angry at this commanding tone, but like before, he suppressed his anger and hid it in his heart.

He couldn't figure out why this monster didn't kill Feng Ye, but this monster was inherently moody and cunning, so it couldn't be deduced with ordinary people's logic.

Ling Yun then quietly stayed aside, not making any further noises.

After giving the order, the man's full attention turned to Feng Ye who was half kneeling on the ground in front of him.

The God of War's lofty heroism was no longer there, and Feng Ye's whole body was soaked by the rain, and was stained with muddy water on the ground during the fight, making him extremely embarrassed.

"You have fallen to this level, and you still want to save others. Feng Ye, you really haven't changed at all." The man said with a tone of exclamation.

If Feng Ye hadn't used his last ounce of strength to make a move just now, the young man who had been walking with Feng Ye would not have escaped the end of being caught by him.

He didn't kill Feng Ye, but the rest of them... Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.Looking at the smile that makes the hair stand on end.

Feng Ye ignored the man's words that seemed to be familiar to him. He stared into the man's eyes and asked, "Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be me?"

Feng Ye asked the previous question once, when the monster possessed Xue Ren.But the other party did not answer him directly.

This time the man still didn't answer directly, he answered the second question first.

"I didn't pretend to be like you." The man's tone even revealed the grievance of being wronged: "This is what I really look like."

How can it be? !

Feng Ye didn't believe men's words at all, how could there be such similar people in the world, unless they were blood brothers, they would look similar...

Just as he had such an idea, he heard a sentence from the man.

"As for who I am, let me give you another hint." The man smiled and said, "Feng Ye, we are brothers."

The man squatted down in front of Feng Ye, he didn't care that his sleeves would be stained by the muddy water on the ground, he didn't care if he came to the same height as Feng Ye, so that Feng Ye could see his face clearly.

Feng Ye was taken aback when he heard this sentence. He looked at this face that had never been close before, and finally noticed some details that he hadn't noticed as the distance approached.

They are not really identical.

Feng Ye's eyebrows are more handsome, while the man's are softer. Feng Ye's mouth is straight, and looks very serious when he is not smiling, while the other party's is slightly raised, even if his face is expressionless, it seems to be smiling.

The biggest difference between them is the color of his eyes, he is clear golden, while the man is deep black.

But all the differences except for the color of the eyes are too subtle, unless someone who is very familiar with Feng Ye, they can't tell the difference between the two at all.

This kind of similarity is not, indeed, it is no different from brothers...

But this is also impossible!

"You are not even Jiao, how can you be my brother?!" Feng Ye retorted.

Jiao is a monster, and monsters naturally have parents. He doesn't know who his parents are, and he doesn't know whether he has twin brothers.

But the man in front of him is absolutely impossible to have any blood relationship with him, and the race is first ruled out.

"Hehe..." The man stood up while laughing, he shook his head, like an elder brother teaching a younger brother who is not progressing: "It is too narrow to divide closeness by blood."

"Feng Ye, we are far closer than that." He suddenly bowed down again and whispered in Feng Ye's ear.

The man's low voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, his fragile neck was extremely close to Feng Ye.Feng Ye clenched his five fingers tightly. While talking, he was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to break free from the shackles of the ghost.

Now is the best chance, he can instantly counter the opponent when he breaks free from the ghost's hand!

Feng Ye pulled violently, and the ghost's hand was indeed loosened by him, but immediately Feng Ye saw the smile on the man's lips.

He had expected it!Feng Ye suddenly realized this.

At the same time as he realized, more ghost hands suddenly appeared from the black mist on the ground, and the gaps that had just been exposed by his struggle were filled by these ghost hands that came later.

And, began to tear his soul again.

The sharp pain that had been interrupted for a moment struck again, Feng Ye clenched his teeth, not letting himself cry out in pain in front of the enemy, but cold sweat still couldn't help dripping from his forehead.

The man curled up his index finger and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.It was obvious that all of Feng Ye's pain was caused by him, but the expression on his face was actually very gentle, and he even gently helped Feng Ye wipe off his cold sweat, as if he was really an elder brother who took care of his younger brother.

The most discerning person with a sincere expression couldn't find any flaws. If the facts were not in front of him, no one would believe that a man would do something like driving all ghosts to bite Feng Ye's soul.

"Feng Ye, let's play a game." The man suggested with a smile.

Feng Ye gritted his teeth, the severe pain in his soul made him speechless.

A man doesn't need him to speak, his wishes can only be accepted by others, not rejected.

"Don't be nervous, you are very familiar with the gameplay." The man seemed to comfort Feng Ye kindly.

He held his five fingers in vain, and a huge black mist suddenly surged from afar.

The black mist stopped not far from him, and then disintegrated.

In the disintegrating mist, several faces full of horror were revealed.

They were all residents of the town, and they ran away just now when they saw that the situation was not good, but they were captured by this strange black mist on the way to escape.

After all, they failed to escape from the monster's claws. Seeing that these people returned to their original places, they were terrified, and some even cried.

The man raised his index finger to the crowd, put it against his lips and let out a soft "hush", and the chaotic cries and shouts disappeared in an instant.

Because those who made the sound were strangled by the black mist, and could no longer make a sound.

The man was satisfied with the silence in front of him, he took out a bell from his sleeve, he introduced to everyone and Feng Ye: "This is the soul-destroying bell that controls all ghosts, and this man."

He pointed at Feng Ye and said, "He is being bitten by ghosts, the way to save him is very simple, just shake this bell."

When the man said this, he shook it demonstratively, and the pain on Feng Ye's body stagnated for a moment, but the next moment, the man shook it again, and the severe pain struck again.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, completely unable to understand the situation.

Then the man continued: "I'll put the soul-destroying bell here, it's up to you to choose whether to save him or not."

After finishing speaking, he really put the soul-destroying bell in place, and then used the ghost hand to get all the Jianmu and Xiyang on Feng Ye's body, and then he and Ling Yun left outside the market town.

Slowly, it was so far away that I couldn't even see my back.

After the man left, the black mist strangling their necks also disappeared, but they still couldn't leave because there was a black mist guarding the outside.

Everyone could only stand where they were, looking at the man who was bound by the ghost's hands and was in great pain from a distance of tens of meters.

Feng Ye was also looking at the crowd. He saw that there were old and young in the crowd, as well as a woman holding a child. It was the one in the clothing store before. If he hadn't blocked the giant snake, this woman, together with The rest of the people in the tailor's shop are in danger.

He also saved the lives of these people, but at this moment...

These people hesitated, hesitated, and feared, but no one stepped forward.

The demon-like man is gone, but it just looks like he is gone, who knows if he is really gone.

In case he didn't go far away, but watched from a distance, just wait for someone who doesn't know good or bad to pick up the soul-destroying bell, so that he can come out and ask the crime.

Although the man said that it was up to them to save them or not, but since he set up the ghosts, the person who was bitten by the ghosts must be his enemy, and if they act casually, they will inevitably be hated.

One more thing is worse than one less thing, and there is no need to take risks for such a stranger.

Even though he saved his own life not long ago, but...they managed to live, and they didn't want to die.

Therefore, everyone just looked at Feng Ye from afar, watching him being bitten by thousands of ghosts, occasionally feeling a little unbearable in their eyes, but no one was willing to take the risk to pick up the soul-destroying bell and save him once like Feng Ye saved them before.

Feng Ye pursed his lips tightly. He was not surprised by such a reaction, nor did he pin his hopes on these people.

He struggled hard, and finally, he loosened the ghost's hand a little bit, and he changed from kneeling on the ground to lying on the ground.

His limbs were still entangled by ghost hands, but he still worked hard inch by inch, crawling forward along the ground.

Climb to the direction of the soul-destroying bell.

He doesn't count on anyone because he knows no one will save him.

It had just rained heavily, and the ground was muddy and slippery. Feng Ye lay on the ground, and soon his sleeves were all stained with muddy water, and his face was also stained with mud, but he couldn't even wipe it off.

The severe pain in his soul was destroying his sanity, he held his breath, and tried his best to crawl forward under the restraint of the ghost's hand.

He crawled very slowly, half an hour passed, and he only climbed more than one meter.Because of his violent struggling movements, while tearing his soul, the ghost hand also tore wounds on his body. Blood and muddy water flowed along the place where he crawled.

And the remaining six or seven meters away from the Dementor Bell seemed as far away as a moat.

While he was crawling, everyone was still watching, indifferently and numbly.For them who are not restrained by ghost hands, walking over to pick up the soul-destroying bell is an extremely simple matter, but no one is willing to take the risk, and no one is willing to step forward to help.

The black mist surrounding the crowd dissipated unknowingly, but the people didn't realize it, they still stayed here watching Feng Ye's struggle.

When Hao Chen came to the town, he saw a circle of people around the entrance of the inn from afar. Hao Chen moved forward instinctively. He almost rudely pushed away the crowd blocking his way, and rushed to the innermost part of the crowd.

Then I saw, prostrate in the muddy water, torn apart by thousands of ghosts, but still gritted his teeth and moved forward, with a bloody road behind him...Feng Ye...