Surprised, Feng Ziyu suddenly asked, "I haven't asked for the name of the senior yet!"

Feng Wuchen replied in a deep voice: "Feng Wuchen is my name. I saw you look similar to me before, but I thought... you are my descendant."

"Feng Wuchen..." At first, Feng Ziyu had no reaction when he heard the name Feng Wuchen, but when he heard this name again, he always felt that he had heard it somewhere. Then, he remembered the other party's identity and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes: "This name, you...you...are you the sword god who defeated the evil god Ye Yi and saved the entire heaven and world?"

"Sword God..." Feng Wuchen smiled bitterly: "Have you ever seen the Sword God being chased?"

Seeing Feng Wuchen agreeing, Feng Ziyu was stunned and immediately became even more excited: "You are the hero who saved the heavens and all worlds. When you come back this time, everyone will celebrate together. Who dares to chase you?"

Feng Wuchen shook his head: "I don't know... maybe it's the Shinto Alliance, maybe there are other people who have left for thousands of years. These heavens and worlds are no longer the same as before. My return is not necessarily a good thing for them."

After saying that, Feng Wuchen sighed again: "Although you are not my descendant, I don't want to harm you. Let's leave before the Shinto Alliance chases you!"

But Feng Ziyu shook his head, did not get up, but covered his lower abdomen with one hand and said, "I can't leave..."

Feng Wuchen's brow sank and placed his hand on Feng Ziyu's lower abdomen.

Now he has no cultivation and can only sense the other person's situation through physical contact.

I saw his brows frowning tighter and tighter.

The five internal organs are severely damaged, the bones are broken, and even the heart meridians have been broken. Even if they are not dead, they will probably lose half of their lives...

"Only by just a few people just now, I can't hurt you to this level. There are others who chase you..."

Feng Ziyu nodded: "The person who hurts me is probably my uncle of the same clan..."

"Hmm?" Feng Wuchen exclaimed: "That is the elder of the same clan, why do you want to kill you?"

Feng Ziyu smiled bitterly and then told the story about the consequences.

"Where is family affection in aristocratic families? But after all, I am only blamed for not being able to do anything... I was originally from a direct lineage, but ten years ago, our lineage was killed and injured in a big battle, leaving only me and my young sister."

"Ha... Although our lineage is almost dead, fortunately, my grandmother is far behind the curtain. Not only did I not give up on us, but instead made me the prince of the Feng family and cultivated me vigorously. At that time, the rest of the clan had complaints about this matter, but under the pressure of my grandmother, I dared not say much!"

"Oh! I finally let down the expectations of my grandmother. For ten years, my cultivation level is not as good as those geniuses, even my children from ordinary families! Over time, my Feng family prince has become a joke, and my clan members regard me as a shame. My clan members' opinions on me are getting bigger and bigger..."

"Three days ago, Uncle Second asked me to meet at Chongxiao Tower. I was actually ready to step down as the prince, but I never thought that I was attacked shortly after I left the Feng family. The man in black was seriously injured. Although I didn't look like this, the methods he used were the second uncle's unique skills, the Ten-Serious Breaking Heaven Hand. At that moment, I realized that perhaps, even if I am not the prince, as long as I am still alive, I will always be a stain of the Feng family..."

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen frowned.

After a moment of contact, he found that Feng Ziyu's talent was not very high. If his parents died early and had no help in the clan, how could he be appointed as the prince?

However, he knew why Feng Ziyu was chased.

In the clan, there is no backer and talent, but he is in a high position, which represents the clan's presence. Can he not fall into the laughing stock?

Could it be that the ancestor of the Feng family wants to harm him?

But now that things have come to this point, he has no intention of caring about the mystery, and only said: "If my cultivation is still there, I can cure you. It's a pity that I can't protect myself now... You and I will eventually fall into the world, and maybe the ending is..."

But before Feng Wuchen finished speaking, Feng Ziyu said, "No, I may be able to help you..."

"you?"

Feng Ziyu nodded: "You and I look exactly the same, and it is hard for ordinary people to distinguish. I am already a broken body and my life is not long. Why not use my life to exchange for your vitality!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuchen was stunned.

"This...but you and me..."

At this point, Feng Wuchen's words came to an abrupt end.

Because he really thought of a way to replace the prince with a raccoon.

He stared at Feng Ziyu for a long time and said, "Although your body is seriously injured, the spiritual veins in the Dantian are still there... If you can use divine blood as firewood, you can return to the light in a short time, and even burst out with power far beyond your realm, so as to distort the real one with falsehood! But in this way, you will be completely swallowed by this force, and your body, soul, and all cause and effect will no longer exist..."

"I do!"

After hearing the other party's answer so firmly, it was Feng Wuchen's turn to puzzle him.

"If you choose not to help me, even though you are seriously injured, you will not have no chance of recovery. At worst, you can keep your soul to find the opportunity to reincarnate and re-cultivate. But once you choose to help me, you will never be able to turn back. You and I have never met each other, why are you..."

Feng Ziyu smiled relievedly: "Although it was my first meeting, for some reason, I always feel that you are very close to you... Besides, I have fallen to this point. Even if I have the chance to survive, I am afraid I will survive. I have something to get rid of my seniors."

"Want me to avenge you?"

Feng Ziyu shook his head: "Not this. Grandma Grandma asked me to succeed as the prince and cultivated me in every way. After all, the second uncle is her bloodline. Although he is not kind, I cannot be unrighteous!"

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen frowned.

Feng Ziyu's character is too pure, right?

No wonder this son clearly has the title of prince, but he still looks like this.

With such a personality, he is destined to be unable to survive in the family.

At this time, Feng Ziyu continued: "I really want to ask for things for my senior... I am the younger generation still has a young girl in the Feng family. She is different from me and has outstanding talents, but she is still young and has no home yet."

younger sister?

Feng Wuchen was stunned.

For a moment, the more he looked at this son, the more he felt that this son looked like he was in the Lingwu Realm back then.

He was also forced to go to the forefront and had a sister who could not let go.

"You want me to take care of your sister for you?"

"I dare not!" Feng Ziyu said, "How could a person like senior stay in the wasteland? Three months later, it will be the day when the disciples of the Qingzhou Fuyao Palace will be accepted. I have paved the way for her. At that time, you go find a woman named Ling Weiwei, and she will arrange everything for her little sister!"

Speaking of this, Feng Ziyu paused and took out a dusty wooden box from his arms.

The wooden box was opened, and it was stored in a roll of gold-plated wedding books, with the names of Feng Ziyu and Ling Weiwei written on it.

"My ring was taken away. This wedding book is my only thing left!" Speaking of this, Feng Ziyu's eyes were full of reluctance: "At that time... I will trouble my senior to cancel the engagement with Weiwei as my identity, and from then on, she will be free..."

Fuyao Palace...

Feng Wuchen's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he never thought that Fuyao Palace still existed in the world after ten thousand years.

Immediately, he took the marriage letter, bit his fingertips, and pushed a drop of blood out of the essence and blood, hanging it in front of Feng Ziyu.

"This is the divine blood in my body. Such a drop is the limit of your divine body, but have you really thought about it..."

Who would have thought that Feng Ziyu grabbed the divine blood in front of him, and his eyes were extremely firm: "Senior, just tell me how to do it?"

Feng Wuchen said in a deep voice: "You only need to lead this divine blood into the Dantian. At that time, you will not only gain some of my strength, but also have my breath. But with your body, you can only hold on for half a quarter of an hour at most, within these half a minute..."

"I understand!" Feng Ziyu replied first: "Don't worry, before half a minute is over, 'Feng Wuchen' will die in front of them without a complete body..."

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Feng Wuchen pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, your sister, as long as I am still alive, I will protect her from being fully prepared! And Ling Weiwei, if she is wholeheartedly dedicated to you, I don't mind giving her a fortune!"
Chapter completed!