Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 492
The secret room was dark, filled with a decaying and damp atmosphere, giving people the feeling of being in a tomb.

Gu Xu thought about it.

A ball of warm yellow flame appeared at his fingertips, and then slowly rose, like an oil lamp, hanging on the ceiling, dispelling the darkness in the room.

It also illuminated Zhao Changying's figure.

This real monarch who once raised the rebel flag in Luojing City and entered the palace was sitting on the old futon like a statue at this moment, with his eyes closed, motionless, and a thick layer of dust accumulated on his body.

"Father!"

Zhao Yan let out a soft cry, and immediately stepped forward.

However, at this moment, the dust in the house seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, gathered together like a tornado, and then transformed into a sharp spear, which was aimed at the two intruders with lightning speed. Those who stabbed fiercely.

"Be careful!" Gu Xu shouted.

But his movements were faster than his voice.

Before his words fell, he had already flickered to Zhao Yan's side and pushed her away forcefully.

The spear brushed past him and slammed into a wooden cabinet against the wall.

With a loud bang, the wooden cabinet shattered into countless pieces, and the contents fell to the ground.

"This is..." Zhao Yan narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the mess by the wall.

"This should be a restriction set by your father," Gu Xu said, "He doesn't want outsiders to enter this secret room and find out the true state of his body.

"This spear is just a test. There is a more dangerous killing array hidden behind it."

"Then how should we get there?" Zhao Yan asked without thinking.

For her, walking with Gu Xu is an extremely relaxing thing - because she can leave all the troublesome things like "thinking about countermeasures" and "making plans" to him, and she only needs to focus on fighting .

"Although your father's restriction is extremely dangerous, it is impossible for him to kill his own daughter. The 'key' to break it lies with you."

While talking, Gu Xu squatted down and gently brushed away the dust on the ground in front of him with his hands.

The complex patterns under the dust gradually appeared in front of the two of them.

"Your Majesty, please put your hand on the pattern and inject true energy into the pattern."

Zhao Yan nodded and did so.

Her true essence was a fiery bright red.

Like flames, like magma, like blood, flowing between the stripes, it seems to outline an ancient and obscure picture.

After a few seconds, the light gradually faded.

These flowing primordial essence, together with the complex patterns, seeped into the floor one after another and ceased to exist.

"The restriction is broken, let's go."

Hearing Gu Xu's words, Zhao Yan immediately came to his father's side, putting her palms on his chest, trying to find his breathing and heartbeat.

"Gu Xu, we are late." After a while, she lowered her head and said with a gloomy expression, "He has completely passed away."

Gu Xu clearly saw that the fire of hope that had just been ignited in her eyes seemed to be gradually extinguished quietly.

"No, maybe not yet."

He shook his head and walked straight to her side.

Zhao Changying indeed had no vital signs.

But with the help of the ability to see everything that the astrolabe gave him, he could vaguely see that there was still a remnant soul in Zhao Changying's body—under the influence of Zhao Changying's obsession, it stayed in the world tenaciously, and refused to follow easily. The wind cleared.

"You still can't let go of your daughter, can you?"

Gu Xu looked at Zhao Changying's tightly closed eyes, and said silently in his heart.

Then he began to chant the mantra silently.

Because he no longer needed to deceive Emperor Ziwei's remnant soul, today he didn't bother arranging those formations that looked fancy but actually had no effect, but simply and directly performed the "Zhaoming Forbidden Art".

This time, the "Zhaoming Forbidden Technique" did not seem to have an immediate effect.

After chanting the spell, Zhao Changying did not instinctively attack Gu Xu like Altan, the former Khan in the grassland.

Apart from becoming paler and colder, Zhao Changying didn't change in any way.

Still like a lifeless corpse, motionless.

Zhao Yan frowned, feeling more and more nervous.

She could naturally sense that her father had been transformed into a ghost by Gu Xu's magic.

But out of trust in Gu Xu, she didn't open her mouth to influence his spellcasting, but just quietly watched her father's state.

"Don't worry," Gu Xu comforted her, "He's just too weak and needs some special methods to recover."

While talking, he took out the Jinghong pen and talisman paper from "Xianyunju", and drew a few strokes on the paper casually.

The talisman quickly turned into a small porcelain bowl.

Gu Xu cut the palm of his hand with his true essence, allowing the blood to slowly flow into the porcelain bowl.

But at this moment, Zhao Yan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?"

"He is my father. Use my blood if you can."

Gu Xu shook his head lightly: "I have to do this. In the eyes of ghosts, your blood is just a thirst-quenching drink, but my blood is a panacea that can save lives and heal the wounded."

"Is there no other way? Like using pills or something?"

"This is the most convenient and effective method. The ghost has a body and soul, and its self-recovery ability is much stronger than that of a human monk. If he is treated after he turns back into a human, there will be no such good chance to restore his soul."

Zhao Yan let out a "hmm" and let go of her hand.

It's just that when Gu Xu's hand was bleeding, she felt that a hole had been cut in her heart, and the blood was gurgling.

Afterwards, Zhao Yan supported Zhao Changying's head, causing him to look up slightly.

Gu Xu brought the porcelain bowl to his mouth and poured blood into his mouth.

The two clearly felt that Zhao Changying's aura of strength was gradually rising.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Changying opened his dark, empty eyes.

His eyes fell on Gu Xu's body, showing two fangs, like a beast that found its prey.

Immediately afterwards, like lightning, he stood up from the futon with a "swish".

"Father, it's us," Zhao Yan immediately stopped in front of Gu Xu, "I'm Yan'er, and he's Gu Xu, the husband you proposed to me before, do you remember?"

Zhao Changying's movements suddenly stopped.

Zhao Yan's figure was reflected in his hole-like eyes, and there was a faint emotional fluctuation.

Gu Xu grasped his hesitation at this moment, and quickly recited the incantation of "Mingzhao Forbidden Technique".

Zhao Changying's body froze in place, and blood gradually appeared on his pale face.

In this silent secret room, Zhao Yan finally heard his weak breathing.

Suddenly, her eye sockets became moist, and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

"thanks……"

She grabbed Gu Xu's arm and murmured.

" Between you and me, why bother to thank you?" Gu Xu smiled.

However, at the next moment, Zhao Changying's body suddenly shook twice, and then fell heavily on the ground with a "bang".

Zhao Yan exclaimed, and immediately rushed to his father's side to check his physical condition.

"Don't worry," Gu Xu said, "He's still too weak, let him sleep more."

(End of this chapter)