Chapter 690： Only one person is your teacher

An empty remote farmhouse.

Fu Shimo sat on the ground, sending spiritual power with both hands to heal the seriously injured Yan Zhixu.

The internal organs were damaged to a certain extent, and the tendons were almost shattered and broken.

His long and narrow Danfeng eyes were filled with distress and burning anger.

Fu Shimo calmed down and healed her, and it took more than ten minutes of spiritual power to heal the damaged body.

He untied the seal of the Frost Flower Sword, whose spiritual sense was blocked, and the spirit sword vibrated slightly, approaching his direction intimately.

"You have to protect her."

He started to order the Frost Foil Sword, and the cracked blade body was quickly repaired.

At this time, Yan Zhixu's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were faint signs of recovery and awakening.

Recalling that it was recorded in ancient books that after returning to the original world, her memory in other planes would be blocked, and she could only rely on her own awakening instead of forced awakening, otherwise it would cause harm to her.

"Apprentice."

Fu Shimo sighed and caressed her cheek with a cold hand, and then his body changed dramatically.

The white coat on his body dissipated, and he put on a Taoist robe.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yan Zhixu opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was an unfamiliar environment, and the back of an old man in a Taoist robe with a straight back.

The wounds in the body were healed, and the depleted spiritual energy flooded the dantian again, a warm feeling that was extremely comfortable.

The immortal old Daoist turned around.

"you're awake?"

"I just passed by here, and saw that the ghost cultivator who was about to reach the ghost king wanted to do something to you, so he saved you."

"You don't need to worry, that ghost cultivator has been destroyed by me, and will no longer be the one to blame, but you need to properly handle your bracelet and your wedding dress ghost, so as not to take the opportunity to escape and hurt you."

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The old man's voice was hoarse, and the rambled words that fell into his ears would not make people upset, but with a calming power, an inexplicable sense of peace surged in his heart.

Yan Zhixu stood up with a respectful expression, "Thank you for saving your life, Senior."

With his hands behind his back, he nodded and smiled lightly, "I see that you have excellent roots and bones, and you are a good seed for cultivation. Would you consider worshipping me as your teacher?"

She was stunned for a moment, her thoughts emptied.

In a distant memory, under the immortal mountain towering into the clouds, there seemed to be a man in a white robe, with eyes full of indifference and indifference, reaching out to her and saying the same thing.

The difference is that the master's eyes were cold at first, but the old man's eyes were full of kindness and softness.

"Thank you for the praise, senior, but I already have a master, and I only worship one person as a teacher in my life."

Yan Zhixu firmly refused.

Seeing this, the Taoist-robed old man was not angry, nodded with a smile, didn't say anything more, left a note of his body and left the dilapidated house.

She picked up the repaired frost flower sword on the ground, stroked the translucent and thin blade, and carefully put it into the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Glancing at the bracelet tied to his wrist, he quickly clenched his hands, and cast a mysterious and mysterious spell to summon the messenger of the underworld.

A shadow of the gate carved with an unknown beast rose from the ground, and two men dressed in stylish clothes appeared.

Yan Zhixu put on the bracelet, "The ghosts of the underworld escaped from the world, but the ghost king is gone, you two don't have to worry."

The woman in the wedding dress of Feng Guanxia came out of the chain, and was then controlled by the black and white messenger with a soul-locking chain, unable to escape.

Thinking of the deceased Lin Yaozhi, Ge Xuan's eyes were filled with monstrous hatred, constantly struggling to avenge her husband.

The white messenger frowned, "I don't know who the person who destroyed the ghost king realm was?"

The underworld shook just now, and all the ghosts were suppressed and felt the overwhelming pressure swept across the sky. The movement was not ordinary. 8