Chapter 2157 The Spirit of Wanchuan

The power of the ninth-level ancient demon was as weak as a mayfly in front of this restraining force, and had no ability to compete with it.

"Wu He, is it Wan Chuan who helped you come back to life?"

Suddenly, Fengliangcai asked.

Jiang Shenwu was stunned for a while when there was a sound.

Wu He suddenly turned his eyes and glanced at Feng Liangcai with a pair of cold eyes: "Is he worthy?"

There seemed to be an invisible sense of oppression suddenly coming over him, and Feng Liangcai suddenly felt fear in his heart and swallowed what he was about to say.

Since Watakawa was not the one who assisted the witch and brought him back to life, who helped him and brought him back to life?

Even if the spirit of the other world has a strong barrier spell, it can only exist in the world for a few hundred years, or at most a thousand years.

The spirit of Wu He has existed for thousands of years.

For these thousands of years, those ancestors and elders have not been idle, and have been pursuing the whereabouts of Wu He's spirit.

How on earth did he exist in this state for thousands of years and complete his resurrection?

Looking at his current posture, not only has he completed his resurrection, but his cultivation has also been fully restored.

Who would be his opponent for such a wizard?

A wave of fear weighed on Feng Liangcai's heart.

In this short period of time, many figures flashed through his mind, but he was not sure that anyone could deal with Wu He.

Wu He is like a supreme and powerful being.

The life force continued to pass away, and Fengliang stopped thinking.

Maybe the other world will change again...

At a certain moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly turned and fell on Jiang Shenwu.

Jiang Shenwu suddenly felt a cold feeling locking him, which was very similar to the power of the ancient demon before.

It is the power of Feng Liangcai.

Jiang Shenwu glanced at Feng Liangcai, and met a pair of crazy, bloodshot eyes.

There were several knives condensed in those eyes, as if they were going to smash everything he saw.

Jiang Shenwu looked dazed for a moment, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Wu He didn't know when he came in front of him, and seemed to be still thinking about something.

"You're wearing the skin of an ancient demon. What's your purpose in coming to the other world?"

A series of questions continued, but there was no answer.

Jiang Shenwu hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward from one side, only to see nothing in front of him.

Fengliangcai disappeared?

There seems to be some blood energy remaining in the air, and with the operation of the formation here, the remaining blood energy gradually dissipates.

"You just said that person is wearing the skin of the ancient demon clan?" Jiang Shenwu asked.

"Well, he is not from the Ancient Demon Clan."

Wu He thought for a while and said: "In other words, the current ancient demon clan may be some other race."

"It doesn't matter what clan he is from, it doesn't matter."

As if he couldn't figure out what race the other party was, Wu He waved his hand casually.

He is a little upset now and doesn't want to think about anything deliberately.

He originally planned to stay away from the spiritual world after his resurrection and return to that world by himself, or go to another world.

In short, his original plan was to completely distance himself from Jiang Shenwu as soon as he was reborn.

After all, Jiang Shenwu was too weak, and it was undoubtedly a burden for him to take Jiang Shenwu with him.

He is not afraid of anyone who comes to hunt him, but any one of those people can take advantage of Jiang Shenwu.

Somehow, he suddenly came back.

How could there be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in just a mysterious land of dragons?

For some trivial reasons, I stayed in this secret realm inexplicably.

In order to prevent those idiots from targeting Jiang Shenwu, he killed each one on sight.

It was clear that Feng Liangcai had been killed just now, but something felt wrong.

Ever since Feng Liangcai's spiritual consciousness was controlled, he shouldn't be able to spread any news...

"There is a formation in that painting. It is a formation under the seal. He used the formation to seal a spirit from Wan Chuan."

With that said, Wu He walked forward.

As he took a few steps, the surrounding environment changed.

Wu He did not break the confinement formation in the painting, but walked out of the formation.

Jiang Shenwu followed Wu He out of the formation and came to the world in the painting.

The world in the painting is the same as when seen outside, no different.

The only difference is that there is one more person in the painting.

It was a figure from behind, standing under the tree in front of me.

Wu He strode over: "Old man, where is the spirit of Wanchuan?"

Jiang Shenwu looked at that figure and felt a little familiar.

I had the honor to see a similar figure before, so this person must be Senior Feng.

"It's just ahead. It's about to break through the seal. Please help keep an eye on it."

A distant and ethereal voice responded to Wu He.

The voice is very distant, with a sense of vicissitudes that have gone through thousands of worldly experiences.

Not long after the voice fell, the figure gradually disappeared.

"It's too unreliable." Wu He frowned, "Since we want to seal Wanchuan's spirit, can't we use super powerful sealing techniques?"

"It's been sealed for thousands of years, isn't it still strong?" Jiang Shenwu said silently.

"If it were strong, Wanchuan's spirit would not be able to break through the seal." Wu He was very dissatisfied with this.

Following Senior Feng's instructions, the two came to the place where the Genchuan Spirit was sealed.

What catches the eye is a five-petaled flower.

The five-petaled flower appears black overall with no leaves to contrast it.

While Jiang Shenwu was looking at the black five-petal flower, Wu He squatted down and pulled out the five-petal flower.

"You?" Jiang Shenwu was stunned.

How could anyone treat a seal like this?

If there is an emergency, wouldn't Wanchuan's spirit be released?

"The spirit of Genchuan has broken through the seal." Wu He sensed it and said.

With a pinch, the black five-petal flower disappeared out of thin air.

"It should be that the seal was broken just now. Let's look for it." Wu He said.

"Maybe..." Suddenly, Jiang Shenwu thought of a possibility.

While he was thinking for a moment, Wu He had already found him: "Already left."

"Do you still remember that person from the Ancient Demon Clan just now?" Jiang Shenwu looked solemn.

Jiang Shenwu couldn't help but recall the look in Feng Liangcai's eyes just now, which contained an unspeakable hatred.

If you think about it carefully, a person should have more despair than hatred in his eyes when facing death.

But there was only hatred in those bloodshot eyes.

That person may not be Feng Liangcai.

If this is the case, it is most likely that Watakawa's spirit possessed Toyo Liangcai and took this opportunity to escape from the confinement of the formation.

As soon as Jiang Shenwu reminded him, Wu He understood everything instantly.

This time, he was careless.

Because of carelessness, Wanchuan's spirit escaped.

He is not afraid of Genchuan, he is afraid that Genchuan will cause trouble to Jiang Shenwu.

If he really escaped from this place with the help of Fengliangcai, he should remember Jiang Shenwu.

"It doesn't matter even if you escape." Wu He remained calm on the surface, "Let's go out first."

The two of them left the world in the painting and broke away from the confinement formation in the painting.

Wu He took off the painting hanging on the wall and threw it to Jiang Shenwu: "This painting is a tolerant magic weapon with a certain sealing effect."

"Can we use this to deal with Genchuan's spirit?" Jiang Shenwu asked casually.

"It can act as a seal, but only for Watakawa's spirit."

Wu He gave Jiang Shenwu a general introduction to Genchuan's level of cultivation: "Strictly speaking, Genchuan existed before me. He is a god-like existence. Even his spirit cannot be provoked."

"Although he has separated his spirit, he is still alive. He looks like this."

He rummaged around in his portable space magic weapon and found a portrait that looked very old.

Jiang Shenwu couldn't help but frowned after seeing the portrait.