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"Hey, stinky brat!" Fan Wuqi walked towards Dugu Jue with a tough tone.

"Is there anything wrong?" Dugu Jue did not look back.

"Do you know if there is something wrong with Rakshasa's body?" Fan Wuqi asked.

"How did you know?" Dugu Jue asked resentfully without answering.

"I have been by her side for many years, so I naturally know!" Fan Wuqi said.

"Well!" Dugu Jue pondered for a moment, and Fan Wuqi was extremely anxious and was about to attack. Dugu Jue said, "The way Rakshasa transformed into a ghost immortal is extremely strange, and his cultivation speed is amazingly fast. He has already been in the Mahayana stage in just a hundred years. But the ghost immortal is not as good as a cultivator. Without a strong body as a support, the higher the cultivation level, the higher the requirements for the spirit body. The growth rate of Rakshasa's cultivation is too fast, but the degree of condensation of the spirit body is far from keeping up, and sooner or later it will be scattered!"

"Then don't care?" Fan Wuqi clenched his fists and blue veins bulged.

"Maybe she should have such a disaster, how can I control it?" Dugu Jue was still calm.

"You!" Fan Wuqi grabbed Dugu Jue's collar, "Rakshasa has been following you for many years, and you actually said this. OK, okay, I misread you. You don't care, right, you don't care, I don't care!"

"Do you like her?" Dugu Jue suddenly said with a smile.

Fan Wuqi was furious, not expecting that Dugu Jue could still laugh at this time. His fist as big as a sand bowl hit Dugu Jue's face, punched him away, and landed in the distance.

"I just like Rakshasa, why? I always thought you were a person, but I was so stern. I, Fan Wuqi, had nothing to do with it, but I was very enthusiastic. I was trying to save this second life. I also wanted to save Rakshasa. If I couldn't save it, I would go with her!" After Fan Wuqi said that, he rose up from the ground, jumped into the sky and disappeared.

Dugu Jue touched his cheek and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zhao, I'll leave it to you!" Dugu Jue said.

"Don't worry!" Zhao Wuji nodded and chased Fan Wuqi in the direction.

Baili Zongjia, Xueyu Coral Island.

"Roran!" Fan Wuqi shouted, falling rapidly from the air, and happened to see Gongsun Linglong's flying sword stabbing Su Qinxuan and Luosha. Fan Wuqi was anxious, and cold flames appeared all over his body. It was the fire of Yinming, and the falling speed was faster. He took the lead in landing in front of the thunder sword, and swung the long broad sword suddenly and knocked the sword back.

"Uncle Fan..." Su Qinxuan looked at the tall and mighty back with a crying voice, "Sister Rakshasa..."

Fan Wuqi turned around and knelt down dejectedly. When did he see Rakshasa like this? He reached out to pull her hand, but he couldn't fall down. He trembled all over and smashed a big hole into the ground with one punch.

Fan Wuqi stood up, held the long broad sword tightly, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Gongsun Linglong, "I am Fan Wuqi's woman, you can hurt you, a bitch? I want you to pay your life!" After that, Fan Wuqi headed straight for Gongsun Linglong.

Gongsun Linglong was shocked and did not dare to take it lightly. He held up his sword to resist it. But in anger, Fan Wuqi was so terrible that only the veterans in the cultivation world knew that Gongsun Linglong was beaten to retreat step by step. Gongsun Linglong became more and more confused. There were very few ghost immortals in the cultivation world, but today there were two people at once. The woman in red was one, and the man in front of him was actually the same! Not only that, the extremely fierce fighting style actually made her Thunder God Sword unable to play any role, and she could only be beaten passively. Fan Wuqi was powerful every time he hit, and Gongsun Linglong was shocked to hurt every time he received the attack, and he could hardly hold the immortal sword.

A strange man in white fell to Su Qinxuan and Rakshasa and frowned. It was Zhao Wuji. Su Qinxuan had never seen her before, but she did not feel any hostility from him. Zhao Wuji took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out a fragrant and shiny pill, and even put it into Rakshasa's mouth with a raging flame, and then waited patiently.

The Rakshasa had a breath, but when the elixir entered the mouth, it seemed as if its vitality had completely lost. The skin quickly shriveled, and the red hair turned into silver threads. In the blink of an eye, it turned into dust and was wiped out, and Su Qinxuan's hands were empty.

"How could this happen!" Zhao Wuji took a step back and was at a loss, "He said that this pill can save Rakshasa!"

"Crack!" Su Qinxuan felt something breaking in her body, and a terrifying force burst out in her body.

"Ah!" Su Qinxuan roared to the sky, her eyes turned white, as if her eyes were covered by wind and snow. The violent energy exploded around her, and the entire Xueyu Coral Island trembled continuously. All the monks stopped and quickly dispersed. Looking at the scene, they felt afraid.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the whistling stopped, as if he had lost his strength, Su Qinxuan's head lowered, but slowly rose from the ground, and a faint phantom appeared behind him, and there was no specific outline.

"Ao!" A roar was like a wild beast.

Everyone was surprised, not thinking that the sound came from some pretty girl.

A red light flashed, and a fair hand gently tapped Su Qinxuan's eyebrows. The extremely violent energy instantly sucked water and retracted Su Qinxuan's body like a whale sucking water. It lost its power and blessing. Su Qinxuan was in a coma and could not maintain her figure. She fell from mid-air and fell into a person's arms. The man had red clothes, red hair, red eyes, and was charming and beautiful. Who was it if it was Rakshasa?

"Silly girl, sister is fine!" Luo Sha said lightly, holding Su Qinxuan, feeling extremely distressed.

Fan Wuqi fell down and was quite surprised to see Zhao Wuji, but more of it was looking at Rakshasa. Seeing Rakshasa's miserable appearance just now, he was a reckless man and didn't know how to treat him. He could only choose to help Rakshasa avenge. The little girl was so moved that he turned around and saw the safe and sound Rakshasa. How could he not be excited? His nose was so sore and turned from an angry Vajra to a tender man.

"Why are you here?" Rakshasa turned his head and asked.

"Well..." Fan Wuqi was embarrassed and suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Ha!" Zhao Wuji saw Fan Wuqi's embarrassment, smiled and shook his head, and then said to Rakshasa, "That kid asked me to bring you something!" After that, a scroll and a blue oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of Rakshasa.

"'The Investiture of the Gods' and 'Yinyuan Umbrella'?" Rakshasa was puzzled, not sure why Dugu Jue handed over these two divine objects to him.

"He said, from now on, you will be the master of these two magic weapons!"
Chapter completed!