In an instant, a bloody rune appeared on Fengzhao's face.
This rune extended from his forehead to his chin.
The moment the talisman was completed, a gap suddenly opened in Fengzhao's body, and his vitality was rapidly passing away.
This rune actually temporarily suppressed the falling petals.
Luo Yi's movements in his hands paused slightly, and the brilliance on his fingertips instantly dissipated.
He shook his head to himself, then raised his eyes to look at Fengzhao: "You are not strong enough, so you plan to fight with me with your life? Do you want to die together?"
Several cracks appeared on Fengzhao's body, and he struggled to form an obscure magic formula with his right hand.
"Skills are inferior to others, that's all."
Fengzhao's voice trembled, and it was obvious that he was suffering unimaginable pain at this moment.
Luo Yi sighed, and he stretched out a hand, like opening a picture scroll, and pulled it across in front of him.
For a moment, the world was silent.
Fengzhao's pupils suddenly shrank. At this moment, he seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and an endless sense of suffocation enveloped him.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. The next moment, Fengzhao shuddered all over and he opened his eyes suddenly.
But the scene in front of him made Fengzhao completely stay where he was.
The two of them are still on the stage of life and death.
But Fengzhao was already kneeling on the ground at some point.
In front of Fengzhao, Luo Yi folded his sleeves with his hands and looked down at him quietly.
Fengzhao finally understood what had just happened. He opened his mouth, but could not say a word.
A sense of powerlessness, like a tide, instantly submerged Feng Zhao.
For a moment, he lowered his head dejectedly.
"I lost."
There seemed to be a sea of stars in Luo Yi's eyes, which was slowly rotating at the moment.
Eye skills, divine silence!
But it’s not just the silence of God.
I still remember the illusion that Zhen Cang casually set up. The illusion could almost be mistaken for reality. Luo Yi once thought that he was really dead.
But this time, Luo Yi used the illusion created by Shen Jie to merge with Zhen Cang that day, and gave Feng Zhao a great gift.
In fact, Fengzhao's soul-stripping technique is indeed impressive.
It's a pity that Luo Yi's current soul strength is beyond what Feng Zhao can shake.
First it absorbed millions of souls, and then swallowed Zhen Liuli.
A mere beacon edict was nothing more than a clown in front of the strength of Luo Yi's soul.
Fengzhao also looked desperate at this moment. The soul-stripping technique that he was so proud of was actually so vulnerable.
I even struggled in the illusion for so long without even noticing it.
This time, he lost completely.
The scene just now was so real that I even wanted to exchange lives with the person in front of me in the illusion.
Now that I think about it, it's so ridiculous.
Fengzhao knelt in front of Luo Yi, looking lonely. He said in a bitter voice: "Can you agree to my request?"
Luo Yi nodded slightly, "It's whatever you say."
Fengzhao took a deep breath, "I just hope that the Zhencang lineage can treat my direct lineage well in the future, and at least leave a trace of possibility for my direct lineage to continue."
As he said this, Fengzhao nodded his head to the ground and said in a deep voice: "Zhen Liuli, I, Fengzhao, beg you!"
Luo Yi looked at him calmly, "Is there nothing else?"
Fengzhao shook his head, but he seemed to remember something again, and said casually: "In the future, if my spirit clan can return home, I hope you will bury me under the bright sky."
"Being born in this dirty place, I had no choice, but I hope that my burial place can have a glimmer of sunshine."
Luo Yi nodded, "Okay, I promise you."
Fengzhao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He still had a hint of admiration for Zhen Liuli who was always pressing down on him.
As long as Zhen Liuli promised him, he would definitely not break his promise.
Fengzhao raised a hand, "Should you do it, or should I end it myself?"
Luo Yi asked with interest: "Do it? What do you do?"
Fengzhao was slightly startled. He raised his head and looked at Luo Yi: "It's a battle of life and death on the stage of life and death. Since I lose, I will naturally die."
Luo Yi suddenly laughed, and he joked: "Although I have accepted this situation of life and death, it seems that I have never said that I want your life."
Fengzhao was completely stunned, "You..."
Luo Yi waved his hand, "Okay, I don't have any deep grudge against you, and I don't want your life either."
"The battle of life and death on the platform of life and death is because there are rules among the five Dao lines of us not to kill each other. If we really have deep hatred and resentment of life and death, we will come to the platform of life and death to fight between life and death. But you and I Where do people come from with such deep hatred?”
"Is it necessary to decide between life and death in order to achieve your wish?"
Luo Yi shook his head, "There are still many scrolls on the second floor that have not been read. As for your life, you can give it to anyone you want, but don't give it to me."
With that said, Luo Yi's soul exited the stage of life and death.
As Luo Yi left, the platform of life and death began to tremble slowly.
On the spot, only Fengzhao was left kneeling on the ground, lost in thought.
On the arena, from the time the two entered trance to the moment the scene shattered, less than half a stick of incense had passed.
Many people were still talking, but at this moment, Luo Yi had opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the ring.
In an instant, the place fell into deathly silence.
Everyone had their mouths open and looked straight at Luo Yi on the stage, as if they had seen a ghost.
After Luo Yi stood up, he casually dusted off the dust on his clothes. He first saluted slightly to the elders of the Zhencang lineage in the distance, and then turned around and saluted the elders of the Fengzhou lineage.
Then, he walked away so arrogantly.
The elders in the two groups were all stunned on the spot at this moment.
The onlookers around also looked at each other in shock.
"This...is the fight over now?"
"How long has it been since? Is it enough time to burn incense?"
"What the hell, I haven't even had time to burn half a stick of incense."
"this……"
Everyone who originally planned to watch a good show was stunned. Not to mention these two proud men, even if two helpless women grabbed each other's hair and started fighting, they would still have to fight for a while. Bar?
But this...
After a brief period of confusion, the people of Fengzhou felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Feng Wuming immediately clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.
Luo Yi woke up first, and there is no need to say more about what this means.
Feng Lianshan seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. He looked at Feng Zhao, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ring, with endless sadness in his eyes.
Even Feng Yi, who was in the dominant position, looked extremely complicated.
"Is my Fengzhou lineage destined to wither?"
Fengyi looked at Luo Yi's retreating back from a distance.
"Has this child actually grown to this point..."
After a brief silence, the venue fell into an uproar again.
But at this moment, the noise all around disappeared again.
Everyone stared at the arena with wide eyes!
