Inside the cemetery.
Obtained Chi Fuhou's approval.
Fu Xuemin led Sikong Lie all the way smoothly.
It is easy to enter the real cemetery through the entrance outside.
We went straight to the deepest point, in front of Wan Xingjin’s tomb.
I saw Fu Xuemin raise his right hand, and the dull white light gathered, and quickly moved forward to wrap the black tombstone.
Fu Xuemin closed his eyes tightly.
It seems to be sensing something.
One meter behind him, Sikong Lie watched this scene quietly.
Eastern suburbs, nursing home.
conference hall.
Chi Fuhou sat on the main seat and looked at the illusory scene in front of him.
It was this scene that played on the screen.
Not only him, but also Wenren Dooshan, Fan Qiusheng and others were looking at the picture.
Compared to others who were nervous, Fan Qiusheng was a little confused.
"Senior Rao, why do you all look a little nervous?"
Fan Qiusheng asked in a low voice to the side.
Rao Chengshuang glanced at him and focused his attention on the screen again.
"If nothing else, that guy Fu Xuemin should be verifying what is written in Chairman Wan's diary."
"what?"
"The method of contracting with the third spirit."
"What!"
Hearing the news, Fan Qiusheng was immediately startled and stood up from his seat. There was a bit of a commotion.
Wenren Dooshan glanced ahead.
Fan Qiusheng quickly sat down obediently.
But his eyes were still wide at this moment, and after a while, he spoke carefully.
"What does the third royal spirit of the contract have to do with Chairman Wan's mausoleum?"
"According to President Wan's diary, he left a passage in his tomb, a passage that can lead directly to the spiritual realm. Through that passage, we have the opportunity to contract with the third imperial spirit."
Rao Chengshuang spoke softly.
Fan Qiusheng frowned slightly.
"You have never been a president before, how do you know this?"
Rao Chengshuang chuckled and said nothing.
Fan Qiusheng was confused when Chi Fuhou, who was in charge, spoke.
"I took him there back then."
Although Chi Fuhou is not the president, he is the oldest senior member of the Spirit Master Association.
The first group of elders who founded the Spiritual Masters Association.
He enjoys the same treatment as the president in the meeting.
He also read the diary left by Wan Xingjin.
Knowing that Chi Fuhou heard what he said, Fan Qiusheng simply had no intention of hiding it anymore.
"How's the situation? Have you found the passage?"
Chi Fuhou shook his head.
"Not a trace."
"Didn't find it? Then Xuemin..."
"If nothing else, he also failed."
Chi Fuhou retracted his gaze from the picture, stood up, and walked out on crutches.
Wenren Dooshan and others all stood up and followed.
Fan Qiusheng was stunned and turned to look at the screen.
in the screen.
Fu Xuemin pressed his hands on Wan Xingjin's black tombstone, breathing heavily with a look of disbelief on his face.
cemetery.
In front of the tombstone.
"How is it possible, how can it not be found?"
Fu Xuemin's eyes widened, confused.
He had just used his mental power to search the entire tomb of Wan Xingjin.
Not a single clue was missed.
Even every gap was explored with mental power.
But let alone the channel, there is not even any mental feedback.
This result made Fu Xuemin somewhat unacceptable.
"No, I have to open it and take a look!"
Fu Xuemin murmured, and was about to take action to remove Wan Xingjin's tombstone directly.
Pry open.
The silver-white sword appeared in his hand before he took action.
A hand was already on his shoulder.
"Xuemin, calm down..."
Sikong Lie spoke in a deep voice.
"Although I don't know what you are looking for, you must know what you are doing now."
Ever since Fu Xuemin became the president of the Spiritual Masters Association.
No matter on any occasion, Sikong Lie always addressed Fu Xuemin as president.
But now the name has been changed.
He and Fu Xuemin have known each other for twenty years.
He could tell what state Fu Xuemin was in at a glance.
For example, right now, Fu Xuemin is in a state of extreme madness and lack of confidence.
In his mind, excluding this time, this had happened twice before.
The first time was when Yang Qubing's father, Yang Tianqing, died in the hands of the Night Demon Emperor ten years ago.
The other time was a year ago when he first became the president of the association.
Go to Wanxingjin’s treasure house to see the image he left behind.
No matter which time it was, it showed that his current mental state was very poor, and he had to be forced to calm down.
Rolling spiritual energy flowed down Sikong Lie's palm and into Fu Xuemin's body.
The majestic spiritual power was also released from Sikong Lie's body at the same time, shrouding Fu Xuemin.
He directly imprisoned him in place and prevented his further movements.
Fu Xuemin's whole body bloomed with white light, resisting the power released from Sikong Lie.
soon.
There were beads of sweat on Sikong Lie's old face under his mask.
On Fu Xuemin's side, the silver-white sword held in his right hand has begun to slowly rise upwards.
The power Sikong Lie suppressed on him was no longer effective.
"Xuemin! Calm down! There is a solution to everything!"
"This is Chairman Wan's tomb! You can't touch it!"
Sikong Lie's voice suddenly became louder.
Fu Xuemin still didn't seem to hear.
He raised his long sword and pointed it at the black tombstone in front of him and struck it down.
Just when his sword was about to fall on the tombstone.
Sikong Lie's figure flickered and appeared in front of him in an instant, his hands moving forward.
The invisible light shield stood in front of him, blocking his attack.
"boom!"
Long swords and light shields collide.
A powerful shock wave swept through the entire cemetery!
Autonomous defense shields appeared above the graves of countless ancestors to resist this shock wave!
"Buzz~buzz!"
This space was also affected by the shock wave and was constantly shaking.
"calm down!"
Sikong Lie roared angrily again.
This time, the voice in his mouth was no longer the deliberately concealed voice of a middle-aged man.
And like a twilight old man, extremely hoarse.
I don’t know if it was the collision or Sikong Lie’s voice.
This made Fu Xuemin sober up a little.
His eyes were shining with silver light, and the aura blooming on his body quickly subsided.
The silver sword in his hand was put down and disappeared.
Sikong Lie breathed a sigh of relief.
The cemetery returned to calm again.
"Sorry, I just lost my temper a little bit..."
Fu Xuemin spoke softly.
Sikong Lie relaxed his breath and spoke seriously.
"What happened to make you like this?"
Fu Xuemin pondered for two seconds.
Inform Sikong Lie of the purpose of coming here.
Sikong Lie frowned upon hearing this.
"The passage left by President Wan...you have verified this just now, haven't you?"
"No, I've looked everywhere, but there's nothing there."
Fu Xuemin hugged his head with some annoyance and squatted down.
Seeing this, Sikong Lie spoke in a deep voice.
"Xuemin, this doesn't look like you."
"What?"
"My impression is that you don't bother to summon the Yuling when fighting with others. You firmly believe that President Wan said in his later years that your own strength must be greater than the Yuling's strength, so that you will not be controlled by the Yuling."
"Why are you thinking about pursuing that third Yuling now?"
Sikong Lie's words hit Fu Xuemin's heart like thunder.
Fu Xuemin was stunned on the spot.
"Your current strength has long surpassed your Yuling."
"Do you think that contracting the third imperial spirit can really improve your strength?"
Sikong Lie continued to ask.
Fu Xuemin spoke.
"I know that Luo Tang is an exception. The Spirit Realm will not allow us to contract with SS-level Yulings."
"But I think, if it's not us, but other people, ordinary people, if they can contract one more Yuling, their strength will be further increased."
"In the war with demons, more of them will survive."
Fu Xuemin's meaning is very clear.
As the president of the Spirit Master Association, he has to consider everyone.
Sikong Lie understood the reason.
"For everyone, being able to contract with the third imperial spirit can indeed enhance their strength."
"But the current situation is that the passage has not been found?"
No passage found.
As the president, what Fu Xuemin has to do is to calm down quickly and look for breakthroughs in other directions.
Fu Xuemin understood what Sikong Lie meant and took a deep breath.
"I think too much."
"When President Wan wrote this diary, he was in the prime of life."
"Perhaps there were some changes in the development of the situation in the following years, which caused him to fail to leave this passage."
Sikong Lie nodded in agreement.
"If there really was a way to contract a third soul, President Wan would not have said such a thing."
Yuling is unreliable, and only if he is strong enough can he truly become the final winner in this race war.
Fu Xuemin looked at Wan Xingjin's black tombstone, recalling what he saw in the treasure house, and exhaled a foul breath.
"You have a point."
Fu Xuemin had completely calmed down now and looked at Sikong Lie.
"You just said you wanted to see me for something, what was it specifically?"
"There is news from the Bone Clan that they are willing to cooperate with us and stand on our side in the next war between us and the demons."
