Xuanxia

Chapter 1022 Fake Soul
Xishuo Palace, back mountain.

Ning Wuwang walked into a dark cave. As soon as he entered the cave, the strong smell of death that hit him in the face made him frown slightly.

Deep in the cave, there stood a dark and gloomy wooden coffin.

Several people sat around the coffin, the strong ghost aura on their bodies almost condensed into a solid entity, making them look like people who were constantly burning in black flames. These people were so thin that their bones were visible, without a trace of blood. If it weren't for the eyeballs in their eye sockets and lips on their mouths, they would almost be no different from skeletons.

"how?"

Ning Wuwang asked calmly.

Several people beside the coffin cast their eyes over.

"Master Ning..."

One of them said hoarsely: "Fu Qingzhou left. He was very fast. It seems that he is heading to Beiyi."

"Is it Beiyi or Beimo?" Ning Wuwang asked with a frown.

"Not yet, I don't know." another person answered.

Ning Wuwang nodded slightly: "Keep watching. If you can't find his location, tell me immediately."

"Yes." Several people nodded in agreement.

Ning Wuwang felt quite lucky that he had kept something in reserve.

When he went to rescue his wife and children not far from the capital, he swung a sword at Fu Qingzhou.

Although that sword did not kill Fu Qingzhou, it left its sword intent on him!
The sword intent is very faint, but also very powerful. It has no killing power and will remain dormant forever, and will never cause any impact on Fu Qingzhou. Its only function is to mark the location.

Fu Qingzhou was one of the biggest enemies in their camp. Ning Wuwang had reserved a trick when he attacked in rage, and planted such a sword intent on him, which was a stroke of genius.

As for this coffin...

Ning Wuwang's eyes darkened slightly.

That was King Xishuo's order...

"If we can't kill Fu Qingzhou, then we'll destroy his spirit! Let him collapse, let him despair, and make him powerless to fight against us!"

This sentence determined that they had to activate the power in the coffin... but for Ning Wuwang, he was actually somewhat resistant to it.

He walked forward and looked down from above.

There was a woman lying in the coffin.

Qiu Chan...the woman in the coffin was Qiu Chan.

She looked no different from three years ago, even her face was still rosy. She was lying quietly in the middle of the coffin, holding a long, square sword in her hands, flat in front of her.

Three years ago, she used her sword to create a huge explosion that killed both parties, successfully sending Tang Jiao away and killing herself.

However, this act was exactly sacrificing one's life for justice, which was welcomed by the Sword of Righteousness, so... although she did not survive, she did not die because she was holding the Sword of Righteousness.

That day, the capital was in chaos, and Ning Wuwang was ordered to go to help King Xishuo. When he arrived in the capital, he saw Lan Xiyu and others were seriously injured by Yijian, and King Xishuo was also forced to retreat by Dong Qianran and Master Huikong... He saw Yijian and decided to leave with it, but he could not take it from Qiu Chan no matter what.

With no other choice, he could only bring Qiu Chan and Yi Jian back with him.

He knew very well who Qiu Chan was, and he understood her position in Fu Qingzhou's heart. Therefore, after getting the approval of King Xishuo, he placed Qiu Chan in the back mountain of Xishuo Palace, waiting to use her to restrain and threaten Fu Qingzhou when he became the enemy in the future.

But... Ning Wuwang could not have imagined that King Xishuo's behavior was even more extreme.

Qiu Chan's soul is housed in the righteous sword and cannot be extracted, so he tries to find a way to "copy" something similar, using the souls of a group of women as materials, melting them into one, then taking the memories and skills from Qiu Chan's "corpse" and infusing them into this fake soul, and then using it to "assassinate" Fu Qingzhou.

Of course, they knew that this ghost couldn't kill Fu Qingzhou.

But it can distract Fu Qingzhou, make his emotions change, make him collapse, make him despair, and make him put all his energy into a hopeless search. That is enough.

Ning Wuwang was also a sentimental person, so he was quite resistant to this move.

But faced with a great cause, no matter how much he resists in his heart, he will still do it.

"Take some time to create another fake soul."

Ning Wuwang said solemnly to the ghost cultivators beside the coffin: "Let it go find Fu Qingzhou again... This time, don't let it take action, just let it show itself and leave."

A group of skinny ghost cultivators lowered their heads and responded in unison.

……

Fu Qingzhou flew at full speed for a day and a night and finally arrived at Beiyi.

He didn't expect that he would come to Beiyi again so soon.

When he found Aiguli, she was not in Yandu, but... returned to the Sand Scorpion Tribe.

Now Ayiguli has become the only servant of God in the entire Beiyi, and her status is even higher than that of the great shaman. Naturally, her former small tribe has also prospered. She returns to the tribe now to move the entire tribe to Yandu.

When Fu Qingzhou found her, she was alone in the tent where she used to live, sorting out daily affairs and putting things of all sizes into boxes.

Therefore, when Fu Qingzhou spoke, Aiguli was almost scared to death.

"what!!!"

She screamed, turned around abruptly, and subconsciously raised her hand——

hum!
An invisible wave of air came and hit Fu Qingzhou's chest from a distance, but it did not cause any damage to his body, and did not even lift the corner of his clothes. Instead, his soul was slightly stirred.

Of course, this level of excitement would not have any effect on him.

"Yes, it's you! Master Zuling!"

After seeing who it was, Ayiguli cried out in surprise and knelt down on one knee: "You, you came back so soon!"

"I came back for something."

Fu Qingzhou looked around and said calmly, "Are you going to take the people in the tribe to Yandu to enjoy life?"

Sweat immediately broke out on Aiguli's forehead.

“Master Ancestor, I, I…” She lowered her head and stammered, “It’s not me… It’s the Great Shaman and the Great Khan. They, they must destroy the Sand Scorpion Tribe…”

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and interrupted her: "You are my servant of God. The Sand Scorpion Tribe deserves a better life. They are doing very well. Only when you live well enough and the people around you live well enough, the people of Beiyi will respect and honor you. This is what you deserve, and it is also an extension of my identity."

Only after he said this did Aiguli breathe a sigh of relief.

She stood up, her face slightly red, obviously ashamed of her overreaction just now: "Yes, Master Zuling."

"I came to see you this time because I have something important to tell you."

Fu Qingzhou's expression became serious.

He opened his third eye, took out the small black bead, and handed it to Ayiguli: "Use the ghost technique you have learned to see what this is and whether there are any clues in it... Tell me everything you can feel."

Ayiguli was shocked.

She reached out to take the ink bead, and before she even began to examine it, two lines of tears unconsciously flowed from her eyes.

"Such... Such intense pain and anger..."

(End of this chapter)