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"Junior Sister Wan'er, where do you plan to bury?" Ao Tianbo said these words with some difficulty.

Yuan Futu pondered for a moment, then said to Wang Cannian: "Master Wang Sword, is there a way to make the body immortal?"

Wang Cannian nodded and said, "There is a fourth-grade elixir that is acceptable. Do you want to preserve her body?"

"En." Yuan Futu said: "Please swallow the elixir for Wan'er, and then bury it in the back mountain. There are a few foxes there, which are the spirit beasts that Wan'er adopted before she was alive. Let them guard her spiritual place." .”

Ao Tianbo said: "Okay, I will do it as soon as possible."

Looking at Lin Wan'er's sad face, Yuan Futu still felt a dull pain in his heart, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and Yukong left.

The huge ship ran over the void and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Thick dark clouds condensed again, and the rain became heavier and heavier. Yuan Futu shuttled through the void with two pinnacle swords, but tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes.

"Wan'er, wait for me, I won't let you die like this."

Yuan Futu seemed to have grasped something, as if to say that Lin Wan'er still had a glimmer of life, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the unclosed Shocking God Formation, and entered the secret realm of the Sword Tomb from the central part.

The secret realm of Jianzhong was scattered, and there was a gap pierced by Jian Twelve above his head.

Yuan Futu glanced at the dim spiritual treasures, and said: "Although I have devoured the sealed cultivation in these spiritual treasures, they are still high-grade spiritual treasures, so I use them together with the Qingfeng Sword to suppress these spirit treasures." Get the king sword ready."

With a wave of his hand, the blood-red soil was swept by the strong wind and piled up again to form a mound. Yuan Futu walked to the center and pressed down Wang Jian fiercely with one hand.

The blood on the sword became more and more intense, as if it didn't want to just fall silent again, it vibrated violently.

Yuan Futu frowned deeply, his left hand was exerting force continuously, while his right hand was changing spells at an astonishing speed. After spending two full hours like this, an ancient pattern had been suspended in the palm of his hand, with Dozens of spirit beasts roared and roared.

Sword Twelve has already broken the sealing formation of the first suzerain, so Yuan Futu must construct the formation again if he wants to seal it again, but the second-level formation of Xuantu Gale Formation is obviously not good, so the Ten Thousand Beast Demon Formation is the best choice.

"Seal me!"

With a palm shot, the formation pattern immediately opened, echoing the strong heaven and earth vitality in the secret territory of Jianzhong, and gradually became larger, and the number of spirit beasts derived from it was also increasing. The restless Wang Jian obviously couldn't resist The power of the Ten Thousand Beast Demon Formation continued to sink, and finally returned to the deepest part of the secret realm.

Yuan Futu took a deep breath, lifted the Qingfeng sword, and inserted it upside down. The power contained in this supreme spiritual treasure burst out again, and dozens of patterns popped up, like an impenetrable prison, and the king sword It was sealed.

At the same time, those spirit treasures scattered around also returned to their original places.

Yuan Futu looked at the Qingfeng sword, knelt down suddenly, and said: "Thank you, the first suzerain."

He clearly knew that the appearance of the first suzerain at that time was derived from the almost heaven-defying power in Shura's eyes, but he still bowed deeply.

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At night, Tianxuan Palace.

Yuan Futu stood alone in the empty hall, looking at the familiar decorations around him, as if he had returned to the time when he stepped here for the first time, and when he raised his head, he could see the kind and kind Sword Twelve.

"So you are here."

Nangong Qiushui's voice brought him back to reality.

Yuan Futu turned around, looked at Nangong Qiushui who was dressed in blue, and said, "How is your injury?"

"It's okay, as long as you rest for a long time, you can return to the previous state." Nangong Qiushui's face was still as pale as paper, and said: "A lot of people died this time."

Suzerain Sword Twelve, Veteran Shen Wuyu, Enforcer Yuanzang, elite disciples Lin Wan'er, Qing Xuan, Jian Buyi, etc. all died in this conspiracy battle, and the Tianxuan Sword Sect was seriously injured.

Yuan Futu sighed and remained silent.

Nangong Qiushui changed the subject and said: "Lin Wan'er has been placed in the back mountain by Tian Bo, she swallowed the medicine of Wangcannian, and her body is in the black ice coffin, which can keep her immortal for ten thousand years, but I don't understand, Why do you keep her body, do you have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

Although there has never been such a thing against the sky, such as bringing the dead back to life, since ancient times, the chaotic spirit treasure is a thing against the sky. It is reasonable for Nangong Qiushui to speculate that Yuan Futu has such an ability.

Yuan Futu said in a deep voice: "I don't know if it is possible, but in the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, I have mastered a secret technique that can revive the power of the soul. The reason why my sword was able to penetrate the body of Jian Twelve at that time It was also at that time that the power of the first suzerain was revived."

"Is there such a thing?" Nangong Qiushui was shocked.

Yuan Futu nodded and said: "After a person dies, the soul will not dissipate, and should enter another world, and my ability is to summon them from that world. It is for this reason, I believe that in the future, as long as I practice enough If she is strong, she can revive Wan'er and return to this world."

Nangong Qiushui pondered for a moment, then said: "Since there is a fairy world, there is a possibility that there is an underworld, but you are still not sure enough, so you still choose to put Wan'er in the ground for peace."

Yuan Futu said: "Indeed, I have never had much confidence in the unknown, but this time I will definitely do my best."

Nangong Qiushui nodded slightly, and said, "I came to you to tell you something."

"whats the matter?"

"We want to recommend you to be Jian Thirteen."

Thunder roared in Yuan Futu's head, and he said in amazement: "Are you crazy? You chose me to be Jian Shisan. There are so many people in this sect who are more advanced than me. Besides, if you want to choose, you should be chosen. "

Nangong Qiushui didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, and said: "The realm doesn't mean everything, the key is to be able to convince the public. This time you saved the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect. I don't think there will be any objections to this decision."

Yuan Futu waved his hand, "This must be your wishful thinking. Later, Sword Master Xiao and I will recommend you to become Jian Shisan. Moreover, with your reputation and status, you are also the most suitable candidate."

Nangong Qiushui's eyes suddenly turned cold, looking at the suzerain seat, he said: "I swore once that I would never sit there."

"why?"

"Fang was still there at that time. I think he is the most suitable one. This oath is just to silence some people in the future, but it's a pity...forget it." Nangong Qiushui sighed, unwilling to say any more.

"Sword Master Xiao, Sword Master Wang, and Sword Master Gongyang are all fine!"