Chapter 1084: Helping You Escape

een following behind her, she really had no idea if he would help her.Besides, Ginger Cloud was never in the habit of placing his hopes on others, so he didn't expect anyone to be able to help him.But..."Ancestor!"

Feng Wuji, who had just sat down, abruptly stood up again. His pale face contorted with disbelief, clearly unable to believe what his ancestor had just said.

As Ginger Cloud had guessed, within this Feng Clan's treasured Wind Bell Pagoda, there was indeed the Clan Head of the Feng Clan, the Sect Master of Xuan Xu Sect, and an ancient ancestor of the Feng Clan.

That is to say, this ancestor sent someone to the Shan Hai Realm to bring Feng Wuji, who was in the Lun Hui Sect, to the Dao Gu Realm's Xuan Xu Zong.

He personally guided Feng Wuji's cultivation, providing him with all sorts of resources without holding back, allowing Feng Wuji to cultivate wholeheartedly and undisturbed.

This is also why, in just over forty years, Feng Wuji could grow to the peak cultivation of the Heavenly Favor realm!

For this ancestor, Feng Wuji is also full of gratitude. In his impression, the ancestor was simply like his father, his closest elder.

And he had sworn more than once that when his cultivation was complete, he would do everything in his power to cure the ancestor's injuries and restore the Feng clan to its former glory.

However, Feng Wuji never expected that at this very moment, the ancestor would actually absorb his bloodline and kill him!

Of course, this also means that the reason the ancestor treated himself so well and put so much effort into his own cultivation was actually to wait until he had cultivated to the Dao Demon realm and absorbed his own bloodline.

But now, his own performance has made him unwilling to wait any longer!

Looking at Feng Wuji, although Ginger Cloud was also shocked in his heart, from the few words spoken by that ancestor, he could vaguely guess something.

This Wind Clan ancestor is injured!

It is evident that the Xuanxu Sect was only a second-rate sect, and to outsiders, the Xuanxu Sect was known for its illusionary arts. Even most disciples within the Xuanxu Sect were unaware of the existence of the Feng Clan.

This is enough to show that the ancestor of the Feng Clan was seriously injured and therefore did not dare to show his face, nor allow the Xuanxu Sect to grow stronger.

The best way to help him recover is to absorb the bloodline of the Wind Clan.

Jiang Yun also knew that for any extremely ancient Yaozu, after experiencing countless generations of proliferation, their bloodline concentration would become increasingly diluted.

But Feng Wuji's bloodline seemed to be quite concentrated.

Therefore, after sensing the ancient bloodline of the Wind Clan flowing within Feng Wuji, this Wind Clan ancestor would go to great lengths to bring Feng Wuji by his side and help him cultivate.

As Feng Wujis strength grew stronger, the bloodline in his body became increasingly concentrated. This naturally provided greater assistance to the recovery of this ancestor's injuries.

Just as Jiang Yun and Feng Wuji were pondering, another figure appeared in this space.

This was a thin and wiry old man, his head full of gray-white hair that fell loosely behind him. His face, creased with wrinkles, held a triumphant smirk!

The old man first glanced at Jiang Yun and said, "My luck is really good today. Although you are not a demon race, since you are a demon cultivator, you will more or less be of help to my injuries."

Obviously, besides wanting to kill Feng Wuji, he also wouldn't let go of Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun coldly said: "Don't you know, Ye Fei Fan, the young master of Yaoshengzong, wants your Xuanyu Zong to capture me alive If you kill me, Ye Fei Fan probably won't let you go!"

Jiang Yun deliberately brought up the Yaosh Shenzong as a shield, wanting to see if it could stop the other party.

"Hahaha!" The elder suddenly burst into laughter, "Don't even mention Ye Fei Fan, even if the old master of Yaoshengzong came himself, this old man wouldn't fear him."

Besides, once my injuries heal, this ancient realm will be as I say it shall be!

Just stay put and wait there!

After finishing his words, the elder ignored Jiang Yun and turned to walk towards Feng Wujì.

Watching the elder's receding figure, Jiang Yun's mind raced, thinking of ways to escape this predicament.

But after much thought, he could only let out a sigh, realizing he was utterly helpless.

If it were outside, then perhaps there would still be a chance to escape.

But now he was trapped inside this wind chime pagoda, and the true master of this pagoda was undoubtedly this old man. He couldn't even escape from this pagoda.

As for war, there is absolutely no chance of victory.

Even though the opponent was injured, he was a powerful demon who wasn't even afraid of his own demonic arts. Even if he used the Nine Heaven Sacrifice Technique, he wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Moreover, in this space, even the Nine Sacrifices Heaven Art is estimated to be largely ineffective.

Although he knew he was going to die, Ginger Cloud wasn't too afraid. After all, he still had a physical body and spirit in the Land of World's End.

However, there are still many things I haven't done in this ancient realm. Especially now that I know about Xueqing and the others, to die like this feels so unfair!

Besides, looking at Feng Wuji who stood there motionless like a sculpture, Jiang Yun's heart also felt sorry for him.

Such a trusted elder, to end up being killed by his own hands, I believe no one could accept this.

At this point, the elder had arrived before Feng Wuji and smiled slightly: "Wuji, actually, I'm a bit reluctant to kill you. But you've disappointed me too much."

"Now that the hatred in your heart has disappeared, and without it, your cultivation will also be affected, so I can't wait any longer."

Feng Wuji only then slowly raised his head. His already pale face had lost all color, and in his eyes was a near-despairing light as he looked at the elder and said, "Ancestor, everything I have is what you gave me. Now that you want to take it back, I have no complaints. But I have one last request."

The old man pointed at Jiang Yun and said, "Did you kill this kid"

Feng Wuji shook his head and said, "No, I know that the ancestor's magical powers are vast, so before I die, I want to see my clan in the Shan Hai Realm one last time!"

Jiang Yun could tell that Feng Wuji had truly lost hope of living, and hearing his final request, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

The elder was also taken aback, apparently not expecting that Feng Wuji's final request would be this.

But after a moment's hesitation, he burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Hahaha, I can do more than just let you see them; I can even reunite you with them."

"What!" Feng Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Ancestor, you didn't lie to me"

The old man chuckled sinisterly and said, “Of course I wouldn’t deceive you! It’s rather strange, the clan of your mountain and sea realm, though not particularly powerful, possesses bloodline purity far exceeding that of other Wind Clans. And amongst them, yours is the most potent.”

"Even I, as your Ancestor, wouldn't have the energy to nurture them all simultaneously. So I left only you behind. As for the rest, they have long since merged with me."

"After I have absorbed your bloodline, then you will be reunited!"

"What did you say!"

Feng Wuji's body trembled violently, and within the gleam in his eyes, a thick layer of ferocity appeared.

“Alright, no more beating around the bush. I've invested so much in you, now it's time for a return on my investment!”

The old man let out a cold smile, and raised his hand to grab towards Feng Wuji.

And just at that moment, Feng Wuji's face also revealed a cold smile: "Jiang Yun, I will help you escape, but you must promise me that you will kill him in the future!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Wuji suddenly opened his mouth and a jet of blood shot out, landing directly on a bell beside Jiang Yun.

Then, there was a deafening "BOOM!" The bell exploded instantly.

A tremendous blast of energy, in front of Jiang Yun's very face, exploded into a small vortex, from within which came the breath of the outside world.

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