One night, Feng Rugu found a secret place, borrowed the Guixu sword technique, and once again merged with sufficient demonic energy into his body and modified the formation.

These days, he and several young monks who were good at formations deduced this formation day and night, and finally created a magical formation.

With this formation, they might be able to breathe for a day or two if they are numb.

But Feng Rugu still refused to slack off and inspected everywhere when his disciples were so tired that they were in a state of turmoil.

When he was patrolling the east side, he faintly saw a figure rushing towards them from the ridge.

Because he was working on his essence and blood, his eyes could not see clearly, and everything was based on his feelings.

The more than a month of running away, he had already polished his bright eyes.

He drew his sword and shouted, "Who?"

The disciples of the family had been well-trained. When they heard Feng Rugu's movements, they all unsheathed their swords and were ready to face the battle.

The figure heard Feng Rugu's mouth open and let out a moan that seemed to be crying and laughing: "It's me..."

Someone recognized who the man was before Feng Rugu and hurriedly stopped his sword: "Mr. Wen, you are back!"

But after not seeing each other for more than ten days, Wen Chen became haggard incredibly. The boy before was gone, and his voice was hoarse like a handful of hot sand: "Why are you leaving? Even the thread of the thread was cut off... Take it seriously, really don't want us anymore?"

Feng Rugu stood far away without stopping his blade and stopped others who wanted to help him: "Where is Senior Brother Han?"

Wen Chen was confused: "Han Daojun...is not with us..."

Feng Rugu: "…what are the others?"

When Feng Rugu mentioned other people, Wen Chen smiled and showed that he was about to cry. "I took people all the way to search for them, trying to save the three of them, and finally found a dilapidated temple. I thought they were hiding there. Who would have thought they had been captured by the demons long ago. More than thirty demons were ambushed around the dilapidated temple... I ran away quickly, but the others..."

Feng Rugu's heart suddenly felt a chill. Without waiting for Wen Chen to tell him about the hard work he had found along the way, he asked directly: "How did you find those three people?"

Wen Chen suffered such pain and his spirit was greatly reduced, and he said "ah".

Feng Rugu moved in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, a sword light pointed straight to his throat: "How did you find them?"

Wen Chen felt guilty when he saw Jianfeng, and did not dare to hide it anymore. He stuttered and told the truth: "I, my childhood friend... was one of the people who were arrested. We set up a thread in private... It was him begging me..."

Feng Rugu said nothing and slashed his face with a sword sheath on his back.

Wen Chen stumbled and half of his teeth were knocked out.

Before Wen Chen could wake up from his dizziness, Han Mang pressed his Adam's apple again: "Then have you cut it off?!"

"It's broken, it's broken!" Wen Chen said with pain, "How dare I stay again..."

Feng Rugu still held him tightly: "We have changed the formation, you shouldn't know that we are hiding here. How did you find it back?"

Wen Chen peeked at Feng Rugu and honestly explained: "You... I'm afraid you will find out that I'll leave the team, so I abandoned us in anger, so I secretly buried a thread of thread..."

He raised his hand and pointed at Feng Rugu: "On...Jing Daojun."

Feng Rugu suddenly held his breath and turned to look at Jing Sanchai who was sleeping, and his mind started to hurt violently.

Wen Chen knew that he would not leave Jing Sanchao, so he...

Feng Rugu thought of some possibility and turned around in horror, and raised his sword in the air: "Be careful of all disciples--"

Wen Chen was just as he felt guilty, and suddenly heard him shouting loudly and trembled.

What happened immediately afterwards made him even more heartbroken—

The sound of killing sounds all over the mountains and fields suddenly sounded, and torches passed on, instantly reflecting the desolate wild mountain into a place that never sleeps.

Mixed with endless killing sounds, Ding You's wild laughter: "Thank you, this little fellow Taoist, for guiding us!"

...

Feng Rugu forgot everything that happened next.

He tried hard to recall for ten years, but he couldn't figure out how he broke through the siege.

It should have been a very fierce and exciting battle, but Feng Rugu forgot all the details and only remembered the stacks of people, splashing blood, coming towards him, endlessly.

Dingyou sent someone to follow Wen Chen's escaped fish that he had let go.

He is bound to win, so this time he is going to do everything.

The rust-like fishy smell flew in the wind, pouring all over the body.

Feng Ruyuan walked against thousands of people, but there was no pleasure in his heart, only empty and sad.

When he thought that the person in front of him could not be killed, Feng Rugu suddenly realized.

He broke through the encirclement again like a sharp knife.

However, this time, he was unable to protect anyone anymore.

Feng Ruyuan's body was like the wind, rushing into the forest and forcibly got rid of the pursuit.

But no one escaped from the siege except him.

Between the world, he was really the only one left with two swords, counting the threads that had completely broken on his heart, feeling confused.

He stood alone on the tree.

It took too long for no rest, Feng Rugu had forgotten that he could still sit down.

The shouts of killing on the other end of the mountain faded and weakened, and only the joyful cry and laughter of the demons.

They planned to capture the group of paths on the first day, but they spent more than a month and lost hundreds of disciples, and finally achieved this wish with difficulty.

However, their biggest confidant escaped again. This is not a good thing, so it must be compensated in time.

After a while, the sound of Dingyou echoed among the mountains.

"Feng Rugu, I know you have never walked away. You will not go away!" He was full of energy and his voice shook the wilderness. "Your fellow Taoists, no one left, all fell into my hands. Although some of them are powerless to turn the world back, are you just not caring about the living people?"

Feng Rugu's lips moved slightly and cursed a few times.

He just needs to cut off the thread, and the life and death of those people has nothing to do with him.

By then, it would be impossible for Dingyou to find him based on the thread.

With his ability, he could find a place to hide, and he would not be afraid of Dingyou's digging in the "relics of the world".

...Break it, break it.

"Yes, you can leave! But if you turn your head and leave, these hundred heads will land in an instant! These are not your four sects... Yes, now there are three sects. You three sects jointly hold the Donghuang sacrificial ceremony, but the young elites are all here, and you are the only one who goes back alive. Do you want your Fengling reputation?"

Feng Rugu leaned his feverish head backwards on the trunk of the locust tree, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Dingyou's voice was filled with a hated ambition: "But if you come back, I will not kill them!"

Feng Rugu laughed dryly and murmured: "Scam."

The two of them were several miles apart, but Ding You seemed to hear his voice: "I know you don't believe it. But do you have any other way to go? If you don't return, I will spread your disregard for you. Fengling's hundred-year reputation will be lost to you, and these hundred lives will also die because of you!"

Having said that, the mountains and fields are quiet.

Although he was so confident that Dingyou was not sure that Feng Rugu would come back for these people who were completely unmatched.

In this long and unresponsive silence, he gradually became annoyed. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a little Taoist priest, holding a line of almost non-existent expectations, and asked his disciples to check whether the thread connecting his and Feng Rugu was still there.

The little Taoist priest was fed a spirit-removing pill and was unable to resist. He could only allow the disciple to seep the demonic energy into his body and search it randomly.

Dingyou: "What's wrong?"

The bloody man frowned, as if he was incredible by the results he had found.

Ding You became impatient: "Speak!"

The bloody disciple dared not delay: "The master of the sect, the thread of the thread is not broken. But according to this, the seal is as usual, and it is only a hundred steps away from us..."

Ding You was stunned, and then the bloody disciple beside him screamed in surprise: "Sect Master, look--"

In the long night, a figure slowly emerged, with white clothes oozing blood, and looked like a beautiful ghost, which was shocking to see.

He stood still not far away, alone, facing a thousand troops that were far better than him, like a passerby by chance, he asked calmly: "I'll come, won't you kill them?"

Ding You didn't expect Feng Rugu to have such courage and was stunned for a moment.

He had no intention of killing them.

If Feng Rugu doesn't come, he will kill at most seventy or eighty, leaving twenty or thirty of his status as his bargaining chips.

At that time, their lives will be of great use.

Ding You Duan looked at the seal for a moment: "Yes, you surrender, I won't kill them."

The mountain wind is fierce, Feng Ruju has not spoken a word.

With a stinging sound, "Yesterday" sank into the ground.

With a click, "Today" penetrates into the rock.

Feng Rugu bit off the hairband that was dyed with green blood, which spread on his shoulders, wrapped his wrists with rings of hairbands, then raised his head, faced Ding You and others provocatively and raised his hands.
Chapter completed!