While Feng Ru was wandering in the void, the air of clouds and water continued to rise around her, and her figure became more and more hazy. Suddenly, all the clouds and water combined and turned into a sword light, ignoring the obstacles and stabbed the Taoist priest in black.

The dead aura on the black-clothed Taoist priest dissipated under the light of the clouds and water swords. The whole person let out a painful howl. A lot of black water emerged from him, and eventually his whole body turned into a pool of black water.

Even the handsome man changed his expression slightly when Feng Ru's sword, because he sensed the endless aura in the sword light. Yue Yang also showed a solemn expression, as if he had thought of something.

After killing the black-clothed Taoist priest, Feng Ru landed on the ground and leaned directly against a piece of ruin. She felt her body completely lose its strength and her tendons and veins spasm. Her body had many damaged parts, which was a manifestation of the fact that the body had squeezed too much potential.

She knew every damage to her body. She was obviously extremely exhausted after the battle, but she could still squeeze out the last bit of energy, mobilize her vitality, and start to prioritize and repair the damage to her body.

It seems that there is another spiritual will hidden in her body that exceeds the limits of the body and is meticulously doing the most correct thing.

A ray of yang and air blew on her, and Feng Ru felt her injuries recover rapidly.

There was a person standing in front of her, and it was Ji Liao.

Ji Liao said: "Don't speak."

Feng Ru did it very obediently.

Ji Liao saw the situation inside her, and at the same time felt the will in Feng Ru's body that was repairing her physical damage.

He observed it hard and suddenly realized that he had made a wrong judgment. The little thing that Ling Xu Zhenren left to Feng Ru did not seem to contain any part of Ling Xu Zhenren's self, and Feng Ru was still the complete self.

"Did Zhenren Ling Xu really leave no possibility of resurrecting him in the world? The will in Feng Ru's body is still consistent with Feng Ru's own breath source." Ji Liao said intimately.

He was very conflicted with his previous judgment, but was he wrong from the beginning?

No, Feng Ru's soul does have a part of her personality from Ling Xu, which is undoubtedly true.

Ji Liao felt that the matter was getting weirder, and he realized that the truth might have been beyond his expectations.

Because Ling Xu Zhenren personally experienced the entire process of achieving the soul, his understanding of the most essential aspects of the creature is by no means comparable to any Qi Refiner in the mountains and seas. Ji Liao decided to resolve this secret, which was likely to help him uncover his own mystery, but now the truth is in a tendency to deviate from his expected one.

"No matter what, if you continue to observe, there should be other discoveries." Ji Liao said in his heart.

Regardless of Feng Ru who is healing for the time being, Ji Liao came to Yuan Bupo and smiled and said, "I think Feng Ru is the first in the battle meeting, there should be no doubt."

Yuan Bupo said: "Just as the Holy Prince said."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Then you notify the people in the remaining nine venues and tell them that they can only compete for second place. As for Feng Ru, I want to take her away. If the reward is done, I will go and get it myself."

Yuan Bupo said, "I'll do it right away."

He found that every time he faced Ji Liao for a while, the invisible pressure in his heart would be heavier, and he even felt that all his thoughts would be seen through.

Next, Ji Liao blew out an invisible wind, wrapped Feng Ru, and took her back to the residence of heaven and earth.

Yue Yang and the handsome men also left each, but when they left, they obviously did not have the carelessness as they came, and they both paid attention to Feng Ru intentionally or unintentionally.

It was not until night that Feng Ru finished her work. Although she was healing her wounds, she still had a sense of the outside world, knowing that Ji Liao brought her back.

She immediately got up to see Ji Liao. At this moment, Yinyin had already fallen asleep. Taotie didn't know where to go, and the beautiful young man Wusheng was staring at the galaxy in the sky.

Ji Liao was not far from Wusheng, playing chess alone.

Feng Ru's attention fell on Wusheng, and she felt that something special was attracting her.

"You can actually feel what Wusheng is practicing." Ji Liao said to Feng Ru with a smile.

"Senior Wusheng is practicing?" Feng Ru asked.

Ji Liao said: "You might as well continue to perceive and see what you will find."

Feng Ru did as Ji Liao said, and she gradually calmed down, just like dealing with a Taoist priest in black during the day. Suddenly she found herself wandering in a wide river that could not be seen at the end, with the sound of water in her ears and the waves around her hidden endless mystery.

"Is this the river of heaven?" She looked upstream and there was nothingness. Obviously, the river was traversing the void.

She thought, felt her body falling rapidly, and she was extremely disappointed for a moment.

Feng Ru returned to reality again, and Ji Liao was not far away from her.

She said: "Did the artistic conception of Senior Wusheng come from Tianhe?"

Ji Liao said: "Yes."

He was very sure, as if he had actually seen the world.

"It's amazing. How can his sword technique be like the Tianhe River? Can it be endless and endless, and it can't resist it, let alone crack it?" The sword light that combines clouds and water in the day had a hint of the meaning of Tianhe Dharma, but Wusheng's artistic conception was obviously the true Dharma of Tianhe Dharma.

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized how she could express such profound insights.

Ji Liao said: "He is indeed comprehending the magic of Tianhe, but his swordsmanship is not like Tianhe."

Feng Ru said: "I don't understand very much."

Ji Liao explained: "The meaning of Tianhe Dharma is only what he used to wash the sword, and wash away the dirt and flaws in his sword technique."

If Ji Liao hadn't been the same as before, he would have come up with the same insight as Feng Ru.

He didn't know what kind of experience Wusheng had during the disappearance of the period, but he could clearly feel that Wusheng now had a power that could threaten him, and that power was growing all the time, as if there was no end.

Feng Ru Youran said in a fascination: "The sword technique of Senior Wusheng is actually flawless and pure, just like Qingming?"

Ji Liao pondered, "It's probably that."

Feng Ru didn't know what to say next. She was silent for a while, remembered something, and asked, "Saint Prince, do you know the origin of that Taoist priest?"

Ji Liao said: "I don't know, and he was not killed by you."

Feng Ru said, "He is not dead?"

Ji Liao said: "He is not a living creature at all, of course he will not die. His breath is very strange and special. After your sword, a trace of breath escaped from him, but it soon disappeared into my senses."

"That's right, by the way, I wonder if the Holy Prince can tell me the whereabouts of my senior brother. I have to go to him and tell me what I think so that he won't do anything randomly." Feng Ru said.

Ji Liao smiled and said, "This is not difficult."

Ji Liao calculated silently and then frowned.
Chapter completed!