The flame chains shot out instantly, binding Pu Ruozhi tightly without giving him any chance to react.
Immediately afterwards, the fire exploded; the raging flames burned and enveloped him in an instant, directly using the heaven and earth as a furnace, refining on the spot!
"ah..."
A shrill scream suddenly came from the mouth of young Pu Ruozhi.
He danced and danced, as if he wanted to break free from the chains and throw away the flames, but he staggered two steps, fell to the ground with a plop, and fell on his back.
Not only did the flames not extinguish, but they even grew stronger; in the room, streams of black smoke kept rising, causing him to roll on the ground in pain and moan incessantly.
"I am Pu Ruozhi, I am Pu Ruozhi..."
"I'm not fake, I'm not!"
"You said I'm not kind enough, but after ten thousand years, exactly ten thousand years, who won't change?"
"It's obvious that you feel guilty and you dare not admit it!"
"You've harmed me for ten thousand years, and now you're back, are you going to kill me?"
"Why, why is this?"
Heart-rending roars resounded throughout the entire cave world.
Seeing this miserable scene and listening to the harsh wailing, Ye Wushuang, who was originally from Gujing Wubo, could not help but feel slightly moved by the expression on his face at this moment, with a hint of unbearable flashing in his eyes.
Although he was certain in his heart that the Pu Ruozhi in front of him must be fake; after all, the old, frail, and dying Pu Ruozhi outside, whether in terms of age, appearance, or the descriptions from everyone, was more in line with the well-behaved, sensible, and perseverant person in his memory.
The kind-hearted ninth disciple.
But after all, the other party has the same appearance as Pu Ruozhi, and he is still young. He is just like the young apprentice in his memory, so it is inevitable that he will have memories of the past.
Now, watching his beloved disciple in his memory burn in flames and wailing in agony, it was so miserable that it naturally made him a little uneasy and confused.
"Yes, people do change; the most powerful thing in the world is time, and the most terrifying thing is the human heart; no one can remain consistent under the wheel of time, and it is difficult for anyone to keep their original intentions unchanged. But I believe that Xiaojiu
Can!"
Ye Wushuang was running his spiritual energy at this moment, suppressing his turbulent mind, keeping himself clear, and said firmly: "I have misjudged many people in my life, but I will never misjudge Xiao Jiu!"
"Xiaojiu's character is stronger than anyone else's; Xiaojiu's original intention is stronger than a rock."
"Don't say ten thousand years, even if it is one hundred thousand or one million years, he will not change; otherwise, I would not have accepted him as a closed disciple back then!"
Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the young Pu Ruozhi anymore. Instead, he looked at the gray sky, his eyes gradually becoming hazy, as if he was immersed in thick memories.
"Jie Jie...you have misjudged so many people and have been betrayed by your own disciples. How can you have the confidence?"
Young Pu Ruozhi suddenly stiffened his neck, his eyes completely covered by pitch black, staring at Ye Wushuang through the blazing flames, and said ferociously: "The Pu Ruozhi you think is just the image in your mind, just your wishful thinking; how do you know?
What does Pu Ruozhi think? How do you know what I think?"
"Wushuang Sword Emperor, you are still so conceited...ah..."
Before he finished speaking, the pain from the burning flames made him continue to scream and roll around.
When Ye Wushuang heard this, he trembled all over and suddenly clenched his fists.
His mind was shaken again!
"Ah... I was wrong, Master... Master, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."
At this moment, as the smell of burning flesh and blood wafted up, the severe pain completely invaded Pu Ruozhi's reason, causing him to give up his struggle, unable to roar anymore, and began to surrender and beg for mercy.
"Master, please let me go, please let me go, okay?"
"For the sake of our master-disciple relationship, please spare me..."
"Ah...I feel so uncomfortable...I'm going to die...Master...save me..."
The screams for help lingered in his ears, making Ye Wushuang's heart tremble slightly, and he subconsciously raised his right hand, trying to take back the pill fire.
But as soon as he stretched it out, he forced it down again.
"He is the Dongxu Monster, he is not Xiaojiu, he is not!"
Ye Wushuang clenched his fists tightly at this moment, gritted his teeth, and kept comforting himself in his mind.
There is no record in the ancient books about the exact shape of the Cave Void Monster; however, there are descriptions that it is very good at hiding and can escape in the void.
Especially in the cave world, it can be integrated with all things in the world at any time and disappear into the invisible!
Once Ye Wushuang relents and puts away the pill fire, the other party may hide in the void and escape directly.
By then, in the cave world that belongs to it, it will be extremely difficult to catch it again!
"ah..."
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
"Master, you are so cruel, you are so cruel..."
Seeing that Ye Wushuang was indifferent and even turned away, Pu Ruozhi, who was rolling on the ground, completely gave up his last hope and started wailing and complaining again.
It's just that the voice is much weaker.
At this moment, his clothes had been turned into ashes, and the skin all over his body was scorched and black; his whole person looked extremely miserable, like charcoal.
The orange flame lingering around it still showed no tendency to weaken at all. Instead, it became more intense with the addition of corpse oil; it seemed that it would not stop until it was completely burned to ashes!
Ye Wushuang almost dug his nails into his flesh, and he was fisting hard. His whole body was trembling faintly due to the tightness of his muscles. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm down his mood, and trying not to let himself hear the tragedy behind him.
Call.
But for some reason, the more he acted like this, the clearer the screams became; they kept getting into his ears and echoing in his mind.
"You will regret it, you will regret it..."
Another shrill roar sounded, then turned into a weak wail, and then gradually weakened.
Slowly, it seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it was only a moment, and the screams that made Ye Wushuang unbearable slowly disappeared.
The whole world seemed to be suddenly silent at this moment!
"call..."
Ye Wushuang slowly opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly turned around and looked around.
On the ground, the yellow sand was burnt black, and a human-shaped ashes were floating in the wind; and as the ashes were scattered, a golden long sword was lying quietly among the black sand.
"Nine Flower Sword!"
Ye Wushuang's pupils shrank, but his body suddenly froze.
The Jiuhua Sword was the only one he gave to Pu Ruozhi when he accepted him, proving that Pu Ruozhi was a symbol of his disciple, the Unparalleled Sword Emperor!
...
Bang bang bang...
Between the desolate sky and the earth, under the gray sky, two figures, one black and one white, were still colliding fiercely.
However, as the figures of the two gradually became clearer, the speed of the collision slowly slowed down until it stopped and they were facing each other in the air!
Below, Fang Wushang, Chu Yuntian, and Lao Chentou all had their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, and their expressions were dull.
Especially Lao Chentou, with his tearful old eyes, he would look at the black figure for a while, then the white figure for a while, blinking twice in a daze, completely dumbfounded.
Two masters?
How is this possible?
"Old...Old Chentou..."
Chu Yuntian swallowed at this moment, twisted his neck stiffly, glanced at Lao Chen's head, and stammered: "Which...which one is...is your master...Pu...Pu
Your Majesty?"
"Black clothes...no, white clothes...not either...I, I don't know either..."
Lao Chentou blinked twice again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, looked carefully, and finally shook his head.
"Maybe, it's both, but it's not either!"
At this moment, Fang Wushang suddenly said something.
