MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 197

"Impossible, who are you?! Why can you be completely out of control!"

The unbelievably sharp and ear-piercing sound of the scepter resounded through the entire underground space, causing Wu Rong's eardrums to ache. But in fact, from just now to now, he has not felt the so-called 'confuse' and control of the scepter. On the contrary, every time it has malicious intentions, the slate in his arms will become slightly hot. It was precisely by grasping this pattern that Wu Rong just pretended to be hypnotized just right.

Could it be that the slate helped him avoid the temptation of the scepter?

But now Wu Rong didn't have time to think about it, the tip of the scepter coincidentally stabbed at the crack where Miao Dao had just been pulled out by the whisk. The Miao knives made by Miaojiang traditional craftsmanship have been as sharp and hard as before for several generations, but they are not magic weapons after all. The strength of the scepter was beyond imagination, even better than the paper figurine of Fu Qingnan before!

"How many years, how many years I have been waiting, finally have the chance to see the sun again!"

The scepter made a sharp and excited sound, and the force of stabbing Miao Dao became heavier. There were more and more cracks on the knife body, the long knife trembled slightly, Wu Rong seemed to be able to hear the final moan of it being about to be completely destroyed.

"Fu Qingnan didn't come, but you sent it to Mr. Doug by yourself. I'm very satisfied. After I **** your blood dry, I will leave you a complete mummy!"

The scepter laughed wildly. When the tip of the scepter was in a stalemate with Wu Rong, the silver epiphyllum vines wrapped around the scepter swam down like thin snakes, and climbed onto the Miao Dao along the place where the scepter and the blade met. . There was a sound of corrosion, and black cracks appeared on the seedling knife. The flower vines stretched out at Wu Rong with malicious intentions, and the needle-like head shone with a sharp cold light.

Cannot be separated from the body.

Wu Rong had just planned to go out of his body and fight with all his strength as a ghost king, but the words of the scepter made him dispel this idea. If the opponent's goal is his flesh and blood, the body is defenseless the moment the soul leaves the body, and it is easy for the opponent to succeed.

The scepter wants his blood, is it because the seal has not been completely released?

The thinking time seemed to be very long, but in fact it only took a second or two before Wu Rong made a decision in a blink of an eye. He pretended to be exhausted and retreated an inch with the saber. The whole view of the scepter was no longer covered and completely exposed. Wu Rong noticed the extremely thin red silk threads still wrapped around it, and they were gathered around the scepter. Three-thirds of the place, forming a complex rune there.

The weakness is there!

Click—

An inaudible cracking sound came from Lao Miao Dao, especially when Wu Rong changed from holding the sword with both hands to one. Miao Dao was overwhelmed and trembled slightly, and the cracks on the blade were densely covered like a spider web, as if it would be completely shattered if it was hit again. A flush of unwillingness appeared on Wu Rong's face at the right time, and he suddenly pressed all the strength of his body on it. At the same time, the Zhengyang fire rose and rushed towards the scepter, just like a desperate counterattack.

But it was useless, the scepter surrounded by the Zhengyang fire became brighter and brighter, but it was not damaged at all. On the contrary, the Zhengyang fire was shaken away, and its momentum skyrocketed!

"Ha, I was wrong. I thought you should be Fu Qingnan's lover based on the contract. Now, I'm afraid you're just a plaything."

Facing Wu Rong's unbelievable and desperate eyes, the scepter mercilessly hit his psychological defense line, and taunted: "Otherwise, why would he not give you a thorough understanding of my existence? How could it cause you to attack with positive fire?" My stupid idea."

"Stop talking!"

Wu Rong clenched her teeth, and her voice seemed to be forced out from between her teeth: "Shut up!"

"Do you hate, do you resent? You are about to die here quietly."

The scepter was not stingy with sarcasm, and the power exerted on the blade was getting stronger and stronger: "He will not come to save you. What is love? The relationship between master and servant is the most beautiful and eternal sincere relationship in the world. Wait until I make you Become a corpse servant, take him to see him, do you think he will shed a tear for you when he sees your corpse? Hahahahaha—”

"To shut up!!"

Wu Rong was so excited that he was so angry that he suddenly used force, but he didn't expect that Lao Miao Dao had reached its limit. The moment the blade shattered, panic and panic flashed in his eyes, but his body had already leaned forward due to the force, and he couldn't retract it, just like he was actively facing the sharp point of a scepter! The twists and turns made him no longer willing to despair, and the situation could not be reversed, the tip of the scepter pierced his heart. The tip of the staff trembled slightly, as if exulting in the fact that he was about to get out of trouble and regain his freedom.

"Go to hell—"

Time stood still at this moment, the tip of the scepter cut through the clothes in front of Wu Rong, but could not go any further. Wu Rong's expression returned to calm, and all the agitated and intense emotions disappeared. He held Fu Qingnan's whisk in his left hand, which was not holding a knife. The snow-white silver thread wound around the scepter at some point, like a snake twisting tightly at the vital point where the red thread converged.

Since it was Fu Qingnan who sealed the scepter back then and left behind his whisk to suppress it, it must have been useful.

Wu Rong, Fu Qing, and the big ghost all have soul contracts, and with the presence of Zhengyanghuo, Fuchen considers him to be one of his own, so he can barely control it. If you hit a snake, you have to hit it seven inches, and you will be killed with one blow. The scepter tightly trapped by the whisk was no longer shining, the silver light dimmed, like a layer of gray fog, and its voice was no longer as full of air as before, it sounded like it came from a very far away. The voice came from somewhere, the voice was pitifully small, intermittent, and extremely weak:

"You...wait...where is...I..."

But Wu Rong didn't intend to listen to it beeping again, he took advantage of the dust whisk to temporarily trap the scepter, manipulated Yin Qi and rolled up the yellow paper bag next to the shattered Fengshui tower, like a strategic retreat. Wu Rong didn't think he could defeat something that could be sealed by Fu Qingnan for decades and still maintain such a complete spiritual intelligence, not to mention that there was an inexplicable 'master' behind the scepter.

It's better to retreat now, and bring Fu Qing, Nan, Hongxiu, and Master Lingyun to solve the problem after the external affairs are settled. At worst, he can disclose the news to the federation, so that special personnel can take care of it. Major General Lu is very helpful.

No reason to waste time wrestling with it here.

Seeing that the red line seal on the scepter is still there, it hasn't been broken because of the battle just now. Wu Rong threw down the Miao Dao that had been split in two, and pulled out a simple red string necklace hanging around his neck with one hand. A small bottle the size of a fingernail was hanging underneath, which contained dark red powder.

This is Fu Qing's blood. After planting the Zhengyang fire into Wu Rong's dantian, Fu Qing had to go back to Longhu Mountain the next day to summon his soul. Although the two formed a yin-yang contract, Wu Rong's soul was too yin-yang. In order to prevent the fire from becoming restless, before leaving, Fu Qing kept half a bowl of blood, dried it with Zhengyang fire and ground it, which was this bottle of blood powder. The yang inside is more pure than cinnabar.

Wu Rong ignored the scepter's flustered "wait, don't, I might have made a mistake" these sophistry to delay the time, and poured the blood powder on the whisk without hesitation. With the sound of oil falling on the fire, Fuchen's yang energy rose instantly. Even if Wu Rong let go of his hand, he still bound the scepter tightly, entwining it tightly.

Once the relic is in hand, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Wu Rong put the yellow paper bag in her arms, faced Fuchen who was locked up by Fuchen vigilantly, and slowly backed away towards the stairs.

click.

The subtle sound of the cracking of the stone is less than the sound of a chick cracking an eggshell, and it is almost impossible to notice it if you don't listen carefully. But Wu Rong's perception was so keen that he immediately looked at the scepter on guard.

No, not from there. Nor is it the Fengshui tower that has collapsed.

click...

There was a second, clearer crackling sound, and this time Wu Rong would not misidentify it again. He lowered his head in astonishment, and looked at the place where the shattering sound came from—the place on his chest where a little cloth was scratched by the tip of the scepter. Suddenly thinking of something, Wu Rong's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately took out the stone slab from his bosom, and his breathing stopped immediately.

Cracks also appeared on the second painting, more severe than those on the previous first. The crack running through the entire slab was deep and long, and Wu Rong's action of taking out the slate was the last straw that broke the camel's back—it was completely split in two! But at this moment, all of Wu Rong's attention was attracted by the touch of emerald embedded in the center of the stone slab.

Inside the stone slab was hidden a gemstone as emerald green and clear! Ignoring its magical and magnificent luster, just looking at its appearance, it looks almost the same as the stone flake that Wu Rong had infused into the depths of his soul in his previous life!

An unparalleled attraction came from the jewel, and the calling sound seemed to be urging Wu Rong. Even if his willpower is as tough as he is, he can't resist this call from the depths of his soul. As soon as his body lightened, Wu Rong's soul came out of his body at some unknown time, and the thick black yin energy spontaneously condensed into his robe and hairband. He took out the gemstone from the stone slab, it was like a condensed clear spring, the sparkling light was reflected in Wu Rong's pale palm, the radiance was radiant and captivating.

In Wu Rong's soul state, the darker eyes were filled with various emotions, and the strange trembling feeling passed by like the wind, and a turbulent wave was set off in the depths of his soul. Something that was firmly sealed at the bottom was about to gradually wake up from its slumber as if it was disturbed.

If it was only the influence of this gem hidden in the stone slab, Wu Rong could still remain sober and rational.

But the calling doesn't just come from gems.

The throbbing feeling from the depths of the soul, at that moment, kept calling his voice. As loyal as the ghost dog king, pure and completely open, it seems that he has been waiting for him devoutly for many years.

pick it up.

The faint voice rang in the soul full of expectations, calling for the invisible, extremely tough seal to seem to be gradually disintegrating.

Wu Rong felt that her power was growing like crazy.

Originally, his soul was already extremely strong, but at this moment Wu Rong realized that his strength had no end. As long as he is willing, as long as he accepts, he can become stronger than anyone else, so strong that he is not bound by rules and contracts at all, so strong that he can completely change his current life—

At that time, neither the Yin-Yang contract nor others can control him anymore, even if he kills Fu Qing, he will not suffer any backlash, he will become—

…

Kill Fu Qing? ?

Wu Rong, whose thoughts were gradually slipping, woke up suddenly, like a person who suddenly woke up from a nightmare, covered in cold sweat, with lingering fears in his heart. The scepter, which had been lying dimly before, stood up again, floating in the air, and the emerald gemstone from the slate was inlaid on the scepter, shining brightly and emitting a light that confuses people's hearts. The head of the stick was tilted towards Wu Rong, and Wu Rong's hand was already stretched forward, and he would be holding the stick in his hand in less than a stick's distance!

Withdrawing his hand suddenly, Wu Rong's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line in displeasure.

It was too strong, the power of this scepter was so terrifying that he was almost bewildered.

This scepter cannot be kept.

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Scepter: Isn't it just to kill Fu Qing!