Fengyunlu

In his gloomy thoughts, hatred covered the sky like a dark cloud. Fengchen carried pain in his pain, resentment in his resentment, and he hated the impermanence of the world even more. Why did the heaven treat him as a plaything, allowing him to have good luck and happiness, but also accompanied by disasters?

"I think of my good fortune in the mortal world, which is fought for by thousands of people. Who wouldn't be jealous of the good fortune of heaven?" He questioned angrily, "But who is willing to bear the disaster of my Feng family?" "Now, my parents are gone, my clansmen are gone, and I'm afraid Xiaoyu is also gone. This..." He sneered, "Damn God! If you let me escape this disaster, I will definitely settle this account with you when I ascend to the Xuan realm one day!"

Hatred was like fire, Fengchen's anger burned instantly, endless murderous intent surged from his heart, connected with his divine thoughts, and flowed slowly from his heart along with the three-colored blood, infusing into his blood vessels. Buzz~clang~~ It was as if a beautiful woman was calling, and the Saint Ancestor was praying. As a result, the blood barrier became brighter, and its protective power became stronger, but even so, it was difficult to resist Jiuyou's tyranny.

The devilish blood surging in Fengchen's body did not give him much time to think, and at the same time launched a fierce attack on the blood barrier. Ka~ It seemed that something was broken, and a light sound echoed in Fengchen's mind.

Fengchen, the once resolute and fearless boy, now felt not only a sense of crisis, but also an indescribable despair. As the representative of the earth element among the Five Sages, his spleen collapsed in an instant like a sand castle encountering a tsunami in the fierce battle with Jiuyou. The blood barrier that originally protected him was invaded by Jiuyou's evil thoughts and shattered like a dream bubble in an instant. The evil thoughts invaded like a flood and beast, and Fengchen's world seemed to be stained with a deep darkness at that moment.

However, Fengchen's wisdom and determination were not delayed by fear. He quickly made the most painful decision and gave up his spleen to protect the remaining blood barriers that were not affected. He shrank and merged the blood barriers, barely resisting the invasion of the evil thoughts and saving the other four sages. But the price was that only 40% of his blood was left, of which 30% belonged to Baiyu's Yunhuang bloodline. This not only meant that his strength was greatly reduced, but also meant that his soul was severely damaged.

Faced with such a severe situation, Feng Chen's fight against Jiuyou was no longer a difficult challenge, but an almost impossible task. His soul was closely related to his body, and if one suffered, all suffered, and if one prospered, all prospered. He lost not only his blood and organs, but also his soul became dim.

Jiuyou's tone was full of pride and ridicule. He looked at Fengchen as if he saw a small beast that was cornered and unable to resist. In his opinion, Fengchen only had 40% of his bloodline left, and 30% of it could not be used. His soul was already at the end of its strength. If it was wasted a little more, he would no longer be able to use the power of the Cloud Phoenix, and the blood barrier would collapse.

Feng Chen knew that if he continued to follow the previous strategy, he would not be able to catch even a glimmer of hope. He decided to go all out, risking his life, and try to awaken the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear in the hope of turning the tide. He secretly focused his mind, injected a trace of divine consciousness into the Cloud Phoenix bloodline, and quietly gathered it, preparing to awaken the divine weapon at the critical moment.

"If you ask me to surrender, does it mean that I will lose my life?" Feng Chen's words were full of reluctance and procrastination. At the same time, he took advantage of Jiuyou's unpreparedness and quietly transferred the Yunhuang bloodline to the vicinity of the Xue Ye Feiying Spear, allowing the two to rely on the blood barrier, facing each other inside and outside, waiting for the best time to attack.

Jiuyou saw Fengchen seemed to waver, and couldn't help laughing in his heart. His tone was full of arrogance: "That's right, but if you surrender voluntarily, I will leave a trace of your true spirit immortal, so that you can witness the Cangxuan Road with your own eyes in the days to come."

"If..." Feng Chen paused deliberately, pretending to hesitate and struggle. Finally, he seemed to be a little depressed and helpless, and removed the blood barrier. Seeing this, Jiuyou mistakenly thought that Feng Chen had given up hope and gave up resistance. He was about to split the evil thoughts into two, devouring Feng Chen's soul, while protecting a trace of his true spirit.

However, just as Jiuyou was about to act, Fengchen's anger was like a raging fire, ignited instantly. He sacrificed all of his Yunhuang bloodline to the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear without reservation. The divine weapon awakened in the golden and white light, and its spiritual sense instantly awakened. The cold light flashed, and the sharp energy swirled, not only protecting Fengchen's remaining four sages, but also crushing the nearby evil thoughts and turning them into nothingness.

"Die? Hahaha..." Jiuyou's laughter echoed in the air. He couldn't believe that he was actually teased by a teenager. Anger swept through his mind like a hurricane.

“Little kid, I, the Nine Nether Demon, have been here for thousands of years. Even if I go to the underworld, how can I go with you…” However, before his laughter ended, it was interrupted by a will that cut through the sky. The firmness and determination contained in that voice seemed to tear the heaven and earth apart.

"What the Emperor said is indeed true!" The voice was like thunder, shaking the heaven and earth, and Jiuyou's laughter came to an abrupt end.

"It's you?"

"it's me."

……

A faint cloud of words floated by like a veil, and a light thought quietly dissipated like a breeze. The words "It's me" gently landed in the silent air, and then a powerful divine thought surged out like a raging sea, accompanied by a majestic momentum of Cang Xuan moving forward alone, suddenly bursting out from the sharp energy transformed by the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear.

It surged in Fengchen Mansion, sweeping across like a violent storm. The Nine Nether Demon Thoughts that had been raging in his blood and making him feel helpless were all driven back in an instant. Not only was it driven back, but even the blood it infected was purified at the same time. With a buzzing sound, the ink pollution in his blood was also mostly eliminated.

"This aura... this aura..." Feng Chen was so excited that he couldn't control himself at all. He didn't care about the current situation, and he didn't have time to think about how to deal with it. Because the divine thought that cut through the world, the momentum that soared into the sky, the extremely familiar and blood-related feeling, turned out to be his father. Feng Wanlin! !

"Dad..." With a call and a voice of longing, Fengchen expressed all his grievances and choked with pain. This voice seemed to be from another world. The young man was stubborn and strong-willed. Although he had been with his mother for the past three years, he was also living under someone else's roof, and it was inevitable that he would be lonely. But now, this divine thought had appeared in his mind. It turned out to be his long-lost support. How could Fengchen not be confused by the past care?

He was confused! His mood was confused, his mind was confused, and he was also confused by the grievances...

"Dad, Chen'er..." The voice was murmured and choked with sobs. Fengchen was stubborn and endured it, as if he wanted to hide all the pain in his heart. But a boy is always a boy. Where can he hide all the grievances when they came to his parents' faces?

"These three years... Chen'er..."

"It's so painful!!!" He finally couldn't hold back his tears, his eyes were filled with tears.

"Chen'er, your father is here." These few words are as heavy as a mountain and as powerful as a thousand feet. Feng Wanlin's words "your father is here" are full of the height of a mountain and are full of domineering power, as if with him here, everything is no longer everything.

"Dad, my mom... that Jiuyou..." Fengchen completely collapsed, unable to hold on to the stubbornness in his heart any longer, and burst into tears because of the grievances in his mind...

"Don't cry, Chen'er. I'll wait for you to be with him as a father." Feng Wanlin said a word in his mind and then moved.

Clang clang~ a sharp sound suddenly rang out, as if wiping out all the sorrow. Tens of thousands of sharp auras surged out from the sharp aura transformed by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear, and once it entered Fengchen's bloodline, it turned into two powers, one of which was unstoppable, and the other was calm. These two powers, one slashing and one protecting, completely purified Fengchen's bloodline in just a moment, and Jiuyou was also pressed back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You are not dead?" Jiuyou was also shocked in the broken body, and for a moment he forgot that he was forced to retreat like this. He was only surprised at Feng Wanlin's divine consciousness. Why did he still appear after his body and soul were destroyed even though he had no true spirit at the beginning?

This……

"Dead." These two simple words showed that Feng Wanlin was proud of his life and didn't bother to play tricks. Although he had no ulterior motives, his words made Jiuyou even more confused: "Dead?"

"Yes, Feng is indeed dead, and the current appearance is just borrowing some tricks." Feng Wanlin said immediately. As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp energy transformed by the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear also moved. The mist that was originally black and white and transparent to snow began to solidify and penetrate as his mind passed through it.

After a moment, when it finally appeared in Fengchen Mansion, Zi Mansion, which was supposed to be a person with complete meridians, started to move again, and a figure that seemed to be somewhat illusory, but gradually solidified appeared.

He was wearing a robe as white as snow, revealing a kind of aloof temperament, and his brows were filled with unconcealed boldness and confidence. This Feng Wanlin was no longer the young man who had just started out three years ago. He had grown into a person that could not be ignored.

"His methods..." Jiuyou stared at Feng Wanlin with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through him. However, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a true spirit. In Jiuyou's memory, he knew three years ago that Feng Wanlin didn't have a true spirit.

"Could it be that he also had some remnants of his essence escaping at that time?" Jiuyou wondered, but he quickly denied this possibility. When his real body fell, the residual power of the explosion was so great that even the Tongtian Talisman could not completely resist it, and only a trace of his essence escaped. Feng Wanlin was unarmed at the time, and he would definitely not survive.

Looking at Feng Wanlin's current figure, it was illusory and unreal, without the agility of the primordial spirit. Instead, it seemed that it was condensed with the help of some kind of power. If it was not his true body, then what on earth was he?

Suddenly, Jiuyou's eyes flashed with enlightenment. So that's it! He finally understood why Feng Wanlin had been bothering him for the past few years. It turned out that his true spirit had been refined into a weapon spirit by him and integrated into his life-long magic weapon, the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear.

This approach really surprised Jiuyou, and it also made him look at Feng Wanlin with new eyes. This kind of courage and determination is indeed rare in the world.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. However, the current situation is indeed as I said before. My child still has a long way to go and should not go to the underworld with you. Please let your Majesty go alone." Feng Wanlin said lightly. In his words, Jiuyou had already become his possession.

This kind of bearing and calmness are indeed unmatched by others. Even if it is Lei Gong, although he has infinite power in the Thunder Pool, he dare not easily conclude that he can defeat Jiuyou. What's more, he still has the Tongtian Talisman in his hand and is hiding in Fengchen Mansion.

“Hmph!! Don’t be too proud of yourself just because I praised you a few words. Although I only have a trace of remnant energy left now, don’t think you can defeat me easily. If this little guy hadn’t passed on some of that woman’s blood to you, you probably wouldn’t be able to withstand the soul-imprisoning power of the Tongtian Talisman.” Jiuyou sneered.

Feng Wanlin smiled and said, "You are right, Emperor. But I have already woken up, so it doesn't matter."

"Oh? How are you going to deal with it?" Jiuyou asked curiously.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have my own way." Feng Wanlin said confidently, and then extended his spiritual thoughts to the outside of Fengchen Mansion.

"Brother, can you lend me the True Yang Diagram?!

Before he finished speaking, the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand, and a dazzling golden light broke through the air from the depths of the clouds and headed straight for Fengchen Mansion. The golden light contained a powerful force of the utmost strength and yang, which was the legendary treasure - the True Yang Diagram!

"Brother Feng, you are not dead after all!" With a hearty laugh, a burly figure wearing golden armor and holding a spear appeared out of thin air. It was Feng Wanlin's close friend, Qin Lie, known as the "Golden Armor God of War". With a single move, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and personally handed the True Yang Diagram to Feng Wanlin's mind.

With the True Yang Diagram in hand, Feng Wanlin's mind was instantly enveloped by a warm and powerful force, and that light seemed to be able to purify all the filth and darkness in the world. With a light wave, the True Yang Diagram turned into a golden light curtain, isolating Fengchen Mansion from the outside world, forming an indestructible protective shield.

"Jiuyou, today I will let you see what the true power of light is!" Feng Wanlin's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. He controlled the True Yang Diagram, and saw countless golden runes flowing on the light curtain. Each rune contained the power to burn the sky and boil the sea.

Jiuyou's face changed slightly when he saw this. Although he was an emperor, he had to be cautious when facing such an ancient treasure. He knew very well that if he continued to resist, even this last bit of remnant would no longer exist.

"Hmph, Feng Wanlin, do you think you can do anything to me? Don't forget, I still have the Tongtian Talisman in my hand!" Jiuyou snorted coldly, and the remaining energy in his body surged, trying to use the power of the Tongtian Talisman to fight back.

However, Feng Wanlin was well prepared. He smiled faintly, and the True Yang Diagram and the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear echoed each other. The two completely different forces merged perfectly at this moment, forming an unprecedented powerful offensive. The golden light and the sharp edge intertwined, turning into a golden dragon, roaring and rushing towards Jiuyou.

"No!" Jiuyou exclaimed. He never expected that Feng Wanlin could set up such a killing plan so quickly. Under the impact of the golden dragon, his already weak remaining essence was even more shaky and almost completely wiped out.

At this critical moment, a clear bell sound suddenly came from Fengchen Mansion. It was the protective magic weapon left by Fengchen's mother - Linglong Jade Bell. It sensed the danger of its master and automatically activated, releasing a soft and firm light, buying Jiuyou a chance to breathe.

"Chen'er, go quickly!" Feng Wanlin's mind was filled with anxiety and reluctance. He knew very well that although today's battle could severely damage Jiuyou, he was already at the end of his strength and could no longer protect Feng Chen.

Fengchen was in tears when he heard this, but he knew that now was not the time to hesitate. He tightly grasped the exquisite jade bell in his hand, silently reciting his parents' teachings in his heart, and resolutely stepped out of Fengchen Mansion and headed towards the unknown future.

Feng Wanlin, on the other hand, fought the final battle with Jiuyou. His figure gradually became blurred in the golden light and sharp edge, but his determination and courage to protect his family were like the golden runes on the Zhenyang Map, forever engraved between heaven and earth.