The scorching white light exploded suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the destructive power carried the dust and flew in all directions.

The mournful cry of the snow phoenix passed through the never-ending wind and snow, resounding throughout the heaven and earth, and the sorrow lasted for a long time.

The mournful cry seemed to be ringing in his ears, and even his soul seemed to be shaken. Xie Wanyou suddenly woke up from his dream and saw the red wooden roof above his head.

Feeling a warm touch on her wrist, she turned her head slightly and saw Sect Leader Shen sitting by the bed, taking her pulse.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seem to be more gray hairs growing in Master's hair.

The five senses that had been paralyzed by drowsiness gradually returned. With the warmth on his wrist as a comparison, Xie Wanyou was only belatedly aware of the extreme coldness that spread throughout his body.

Her pale lips moved slightly and whispered: "Master, I'm cold..."

When she said this, a few wisps of white mist came out of her mouth. This was not the kind of white mist produced when breathing in winter, but the embodiment of cold air.

Sect Leader Shen looked at his little apprentice and sighed softly. He held her cold hand tightly with his backhand and transferred the heat from his own hand. At the same time, he comforted her in a slow voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Wait until the medicine takes effect."

Once it works, you won’t be cold anymore.”

Xie Wanyou felt like she was going to be frozen into an ice cube. She was trembling, her teeth were chattering, and even her head seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't turn a corner for a long time.

What medicine? Why does she take medicine? Is she sick?

Why was she lying in bed, and what happened before she fell asleep?

Xie Wanyou couldn't remember it. She felt a headache and pain in her Dantian. When she used the spiritual power in her body, even her meridians began to ache.

Xie Wanyou's head turned slowly. She couldn't figure out the reason, so she stopped thinking about it. She just wanted to keep her body warm.

But when she turned around to look again, she found that the hand held by Sect Master Shen was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Seeing that the frost was still climbing upwards, Xie Wanyou couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Sect Master Shen used his spiritual power to shatter the ice on his hands. He didn't say anything else, he just touched her head. There was an emotion in his eyes that Xie Wanyou couldn't understand.

At this time, Taoist Xuanyou hurriedly ran forward and stuffed Xie Wanyou with a Tang Pozi: "Use this to warm you up first. Your spiritual power is out of control now, and the ice aura is traveling all over your body, that's why you are so cold."

Tang Pozi was a little red from the heat, but Xie Wanyou held it in her arms and felt a warmth that made her almost sigh.

She felt a familiar aura from this soup lady, and guessed that it was created by Xiaobai or Feng Ranzhou using flames.

Drawing a touch of warmth from Mrs. Tang, Xie Wanyou's head finally turned around: "Master... why am I here?"

Hearing this, Taoist Xuanyou had a complicated look on his face: "You forgot, you were selected by the Fushuang Sword, but you couldn't control it. After losing control, you went on a killing spree outside the sword pavilion, and almost killed that kid too... It was so close that it didn't come true.

He was hit hard and finally passed out."

Xie Wanyou hugged Mrs. Tang tightly, and listening to Taoist Xuanyou's words, she gradually recalled what happened before she fell into coma.

Her breathing was slightly disordered and she hurriedly asked: "Is he...is he okay?"

"What can happen? It's just that I've been shaved off a little bit."

Xie Wanyou breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so dangerous that he almost chopped the child's father to death.

Taoist Xuanyou looked at her: "On your side, the thunder tribulation also came after you fell into coma. There were seven or forty-nine thunder tribulations. Thanks to the powerful defensive weapon on your body, you did not die from the thunder tribulation.

."

Xie Wanyou was even more confused: "Thunder Tribulation? Aren't I just in the middle stage of Nascent Soul? How come I've reached the stage of transformation so quickly?"

Taoist Xuanyou laughed to death: "Are you still in the transformation stage? Silly disciple, you are already in the integration stage now!"

Xie Wanyou's expression froze: "..."

You must know that after the integration period, there will be the Mahayana period, the tribulation period, and then the ascension to immortality.

It would take an ordinary person ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years to advance to a great realm, but she started from there as soon as she woke up.

The jump from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Fusion Stage was so outrageous that she suspected it was a dream.

Xie Wanyou asked tremblingly: "Master, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Taoist Xuanyou said: "You will know after you feel it yourself. It is guaranteed to be genuine!"

Xie Wanyou felt it and found that he had indeed reached the point of integration.

"..." OK.

Xie Wanyou still has a question: "Why did I get promoted so fast?"

This time it was Sect Master Shen who explained: "As your natal sword, the Fushuang Sword complements you. The moment you establish a natal contract with it, you can share the power it carries."

The Fushuang Sword is a peerless artifact that was born thousands of years ago. It is made of a ray of phoenix soul. The power contained in it is terrifying.

Xie Wanyou absorbed its power with his body, just like an ordinary balloon filled with too much gas. Once it can no longer bear it, it will burst.

Sect Master Shen said: "It carried too much power in a short period of time, and your Dantian also cracked a little. Fortunately, you woke up in time, and this interrupted the power transmission of the Fushuang Sword."

Xie Wanyou nodded in a daze. No wonder her pubic area hurt. It turned out to be a tear.

Speaking of the Fushuang Sword, Xie Wanyou subconsciously turned around and looked for it in the room: "Where is the Fushuang Sword?"

As she finished speaking, a snow-white sword appeared out of thin air and flew towards Xie Wanyou quickly.

Taoist Xuanyou hid in a hurry and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fushuang Sword stopped in front of the bed.

Xie Wanyou reached out and slowly touched the sword body of Fushuang Sword, which could be seen in the light, and once again felt the fateful connection between them.

Xie Wanyou murmured: "Why did you choose me? Do you know that you have caused a big trouble for me?"

Fushuangjian seemed to understand, buzzed a few times, and then began to run rampant in the room.

Good guy, this sword has such a bad temper!

Xie Wanyou was shocked, and quickly asked the two masters to avoid it, trying to control his natal sword: "Come back!"

But the Fushuang Sword is a magical weapon after all. It is not easy for Xie Wanyou to get rid of the control of the Fushuang Sword. If she wants to control the Fushuang Sword as she wants in a short period of time, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.

Several attempts to recall it failed. Xie Wanyou managed to calm down the Fushuang Sword with great difficulty. He did not dare to let it go free, so he and Mrs. Tang tightly held the thrashing Fushuang Sword in his arms.

Only then did Taoist Xuanyou come out again. Seeing this, he said helplessly: "Wanyou, you are too young. It is normal that you cannot control the Fushuang Sword. The Buddhist disciple of Wanfo Sect also said that you and the Fushuang Sword

You also need to cultivate feelings in time so that you can build a closer connection and make it work for you."

Xie Wanyou nodded with difficulty, turned over, and simply pressed the Fushuang Sword that was constantly buzzing and vibrating underneath, and sighed heavily with a headache.

Probably because the medicine had taken effect, the chill subsided a little and gradually became bearable. Xie Wanyou moved his frozen hands and feet, propped up the bed, and slowly sat up.

The Fushuang Sword made a louder buzzing sound as she sat underneath it.

Xie Wanyou didn't want to get used to it just because it was a divine weapon. He said sternly: "A sword should look like a sword, don't move it!"

Having been controlled by the Fushuang Sword once, Xie Wanyou has deeply realized that the Fushuang Sword is not an ordinary sword. Once she compromises with the Fushuang Sword and holds it for it, the sword is bound to improve every step of the way.

She cannibalizes and becomes the master herself.

Xie Wanyou will never allow this to happen.

Her attitude was very resolute, and Fushuangjian seemed to sense her cold determination and reluctantly stopped buzzing.

Taoist Xuanyou, who was almost assassinated by the Fushuang Sword as an evil spirit, naturally felt very happy when he saw this, and gloated: "Yes, this is how you should teach it a lesson!"

Xie Wanyou breathed out and looked around the room. He didn't see the cub, and suddenly there was a bit of uneasiness in his eyes: "By the way, Master, where did Xiaobai go?"

Taoist Xuanyou said: "It's fine. It has been at Taoist Xuanming's place and is on its way here now."

"It's dangerous here, so we didn't let it come." He paused and frowned: "You don't know, when you were unconscious,

There have been several waves of ghosts trying to assassinate you. Jiange, Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and Xuancang Sword Sect have joined forces to stop them for you, and Fushuang Sword has also taken it upon itself to protect its master, so you are safe."

Taoist Xuanyou sighed for no apparent reason today: "It seems like Shenqi is definitely in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't have sent people to kill you so blatantly. Now that you have become a thorn in Shenqi's side, what should we do in the future?"

good……"

When Xie Wanyou heard this, he smiled: "Can't they kill me?"

Taoist Xuanyou glared at her: "You unlucky kid, how old are you, and you're still laughing!"

Xie Wanyou shook his head, his eyes clear: "Now Jiange wants to protect me, Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect wants to protect me, Xuancang Sword Sect also wants to protect me, and Shenqi will not be able to kill me for a while unless the jar is broken."

Taoist Xuanyou asked in confusion: "So? They can't kill you today, and they will continue to kill you tomorrow. What's there to be happy about?"

Xie Wanyou asked: "Master, think about it, what is more beneficial to them than going to all the trouble to kill me?"

"Wait a minute, let me think about it," Taoist Xuanyou was a little dizzy: "You have confused Master. Fushuang Sword can completely restrain those monsters. Isn't it best for them to kill you?"

"No, that's not right," Xie Wanyou showed a smile and looked out the window: "If I die, the Fushuang Sword will not disappear, and maybe I can find the next sword master. So, the best way is of course -

"

Zongzhu Shen seemed to understand, and spoke in a deep voice, then continued her words: "Pretend to win over you, use your power to solve the demon lord's serious problem, squeeze out your value, and then when you two lose in the fight,

Then the fisherman will profit."

Xie Wanyou: "Well, that's right."

Taoist Xuanyou went crazy: "Why are your heads turning so fast! I don't accept it!"

Xie Wanyou and Sect Master Shen both looked at him helplessly. Xie Wanyou comforted him and said, "Master, if you want to be more open-minded, at least you are very good at acting, and you have a natural beauty that is naturally free from ornaments."

Taoist Xuanyou: "...is this a compliment?"
To be continued...