Hearing this, Sikong Yan couldn't help but be startled, his brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at Ye Wushuang with squinted eyes, as if he had something to say.
But in the end he still couldn't say it out, he just nodded and walked towards the stone steps.
Gongsun Hongyu understood and immediately led the warriors from the four empires down the stone steps to get out of the way.
Seeing this scene, Sikong Yan forced a smile towards Gongsun Hongyu, then climbed up the steps and walked to the formation of the Demon Suppression Tower to observe carefully.
At this moment, everyone seemed to realize the importance of the matter. They all calmed down and stared at the stone steps in silence, falling into silence.
Even Gongsun Hongyu, who looked extremely arrogant after appearing, was silent and watching, looking cautious, as if he was afraid that if he made a little big move, he would disturb Sikong Yan.
Only Ye Wushuang, still smiling, glanced at Sikong Yan indifferently, then turned to look at Ximen Yangping, who was lying in Nangong Qian's arms.
Nangong Qian is currently taking elixirs for Ximen Yangping and delivering spiritual energy to heal his injuries.
But it seemed that the effect was not good. Ximen Yangping's face looked extremely pale and bloodless, and even his lips seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost. At first glance, he looked like a dead person.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Wushuang looked at the furious Ximen Yangping and asked.
"have no idea."
Nangong Qian raised his head and said: "It stands to reason that Brother Yang Ping's wrist was just pinched off, and his life would not be in danger. But for some reason, in just a moment, the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and his energy and spirit became weak. , as if...as if something invisible was frantically sucking his spiritual energy and blood."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang immediately raised his eyebrows, squatted down curiously, stretched out his right hand, grabbed Ximen Yangping's broken wrist, and squinted his eyes to feel it.
Soon, Ye Wushuang suddenly widened his eyes, a look of doubt flashed on his face, looked at Nangong Qian, and asked: "Has Ximen Yangping been injured before? Or, has he had any secrets before?" Sick?"
"Probably not!"
Nangong Qian shook his head and replied in a low voice: "The two of us entered Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge this time to inquire about information according to your instructions, Young Master Ye; so along the way, we almost gave in and tolerated whatever we could. , I didn’t have any friction with anyone, let alone get hurt.”
"As for what I said before..."
Having said this, Nangong Qian paused slightly, frowning, as if thinking about memories, and then continued after a moment: "Probably not."
"Brother Yangping is different from other imperial emperors. He actually doesn't like power struggles and rarely has friction with others. If I hadn't personally invited him this time, he would never have come to take a trip into this troubled water."
"So, unless there is something wrong with his practice, it is almost impossible that he has an hidden illness; besides, we have known each other for hundreds of years and have a close relationship. If something really happened to him, it would be impossible for him not to tell me, so he wouldn't tell me. There is probably an underlying disease."
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Qian immediately asked: "Master Ye, what happened to Brother Yang Ping?"
"It's hard to say."
Ye Wushuang frowned and shook his head, then suddenly raised his right hand over his head and waved it, setting up a sound-proof array, and then continued: "Other than the broken hand bone, I have not found any other injuries on his body."
"But for some reason, I found that the spiritual energy and vitality in his body were rapidly draining away in a strange way; it was as if there was a hole in his body and could not store anything; it was as if there was something there , invisibly sucking his blood and marrow..."
"Anyway, it's weird!"
Having awakened the memory of the Sword Emperor, he has extremely profound attainments in martial arts, alchemy, weaponry, formations, and medicine, far beyond what others can match; he has seen difficult and complicated diseases and various injuries. Countless.
But what happened to Ximen Yangping now was the first time he had encountered it in his two lifetimes. It was really weird!
"This...this..."
After hearing this, Nangong Qian was a little confused. He was confused and said anxiously: "What should we do? What should we do?"
"Don't worry yet!"
Ye Wushuang spoke to comfort him: "Everything has an effect and a cause. Ximen Yangping's symptoms are definitely not accidental, there must be a reason."
Speaking of this, Ye Wushuang paused for a moment, then quietly glanced at Gongsun Hongyu, who was not far away and was concentrating on monitoring Sikong Yan, and continued: "I asked you earlier if Ximen Yangping had a hidden disease, or had suffered a crime before. The injury is just to confirm this; and since there is no injury, the problem can only be with Gongsun Hongyu..."
"I think so too. Since entering Ten Thousand Beast Ridge, the two of us have been walking on thin ice and being cautious. Even if we have conflicts with others, we have stopped them immediately and have never been injured."
Nangong Qian nodded immediately and lowered his voice and said: "Except for the fact that this person crushed Brother Yang Ping's hand bones just now, there is almost nothing... wait!"
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Qian suddenly paused and seemed to have just thought of something. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Ye Wushuang with a horrified face. He asked in a trembling low voice: "You...you just said that this person's name is What?"
"Gongsun Hongyu!"
"Gongsun Hongyu? Gongsun Hongyu, the founder of Tianyuan Shangguo?"
"right."
Seeing Ye Wushuang nodding slightly, Nangong Qian's legs softened, and his body that was originally squatting on the ground plopped down on the ground. His eyes were dull and he murmured: "Gongsun Hongyu, he is Gongsun Hongyu. The one who is as famous as my Cangyun ancestor, Emperor Chu Yu, is Emperor Hong Yu? This...this...how could it be him?"
"What's wrong?"
Seeing this scene, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but feel doubtful, and said curiously: "This Gongsun Hongyu is only a thousand years apart from Emperor Chu Yu when he became famous, and he is able to survive to this day with illusion cultivation. He does have some abilities; but that's it. It doesn’t surprise you so much, does it?”
"Young master, you don't know something."
Nangong Qian suppressed the fear in his heart at this moment, tried hard to calm down the roiling blood in his body, took a long breath, and whispered with an extremely ugly face: "The scary thing about Gongsun Hongyu is not that he founded Tianyuan Shangguo. Not because he is as famous as Emperor Chu Yu, but because of...faith!"
"Belief?"
Ye Wushuang was stunned for a moment.
Hearing this word again, he suddenly realized that the "power of faith" that Gongsun Hongyu kept mentioning before seemed not as simple as he imagined!
"Yes, faith!"
Nangong Qian also turned to look at Gongsun Hongyu, his face became even more ugly, and he said word by word: "Gongsun Hongyu, it is said that he once came from the West Desert Buddhism, and practiced the art of salvation in the mysterious Buddhism; the most powerful of this art, It can confuse people's hearts and make others believe."
"According to legend, this technique is almost irresistible. Once attacked, one can only be willing to have faith; otherwise, it will lead to the collapse of faith, the will to die, and the reincarnation!"
"oh?"
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he thought of something.
"Found it!"
At this moment, Sikong Yan, who was on the stone steps, suddenly turned around and shouted excitedly with joy on his face!