Fengyunlu

"Uncle Lei." Feng Chen's voice was heavy, and his eyes were full of doubt and anger. "Who do you think is the enemy behind this?" His voice echoed on the altar, as if he was asking the heaven and earth, and also as if he was questioning himself. "Why did he want to harm my Feng family?" Feng Chen's eyes flashed with hatred, and his body was swaying with the thunder and lightning that arose from the movement of the thunder power, like a lone boat being hit by the waves in the vast ocean. Although his heart was full of reluctance, he seemed powerless in the face of the waves of fate.

When Lei Gong heard Feng Chen's question, he pondered for a moment and did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Little Fengzi, let me ask you, why do you want to leave the mountain gate this time?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, as if testing Feng Chen's determination.

"Save Xiaoyu first, then take revenge!!" Fengchen answered without hesitation. His face was full of determination, as if he was ready to face everything.

"Well, then what?" Lei Gong nodded and continued to ask, his eyes revealing a hint of deep thought.

"Then marry Xiaoyu and protect her for the rest of my life." Fengchen's voice remained firm, his eyes flickering with longing for the future.

"Yes." Lei Gong nodded again, then paused and asked again: "And then?"

"And then..." Fengchen's voice suddenly became low at this point. He seemed to be thinking about something, but his words stopped abruptly.

Lei Gong did not ask any more questions. He knew that Feng Chen's old friend had used the magic weapon to release the true yang in order to protect his beloved son, which would inevitably cause a big move. He needed Feng Chen's state of mind to be stable so that he could deal with any situation that might arise. Therefore, he had to guide Feng Chen to reveal the hidden dangers and knots in his heart as much as possible so that he could be fully prepared to avoid future hidden dangers.

As for whether Fengchen could figure out the key points behind it, Lei Gong could not guarantee it, let alone give too many suggestions. After all, the answers to all these questions still depended on Fengchen himself to find them. No matter how much others said, they were just their opinions.

Feng Chen was confused again after Lei Gong's simple questions, but his heart seemed to be clear. Yes, what then? Xiao Yu, as a saint, cannot practice in this life. If she cannot awaken her bloodline, she will eventually turn into dust in a few decades. What should Feng Chen do then? Should he stay with her in Yunhuang Ridge for the rest of his life, or challenge the destiny with her expectations?

Perhaps, even Fengchen himself does not know the answer. However, no matter what, he cannot let Xiaoyu down in this life. Even if she grows old and ugly in the future, it is only a change in appearance. Xiaoyu is still Xiaoyu, and Fengchen is still Fengchen.

Thinking of this, Feng Chen raised his head and talked to Lei Gong again: "Uncle Lei, I don't know what the future will be like, but since it is the future, let's talk about it in the future." After saying this, he seemed to have unloaded the burden in his heart, and his temperament became much more relaxed, even his back straightened.

Lei Gong looked at Feng Chen and secretly sighed in his heart. Although this child had a deep blood feud and was worried that he could not bear it, he was still able to understand the free and easy nature of his heart. This alone was probably something that even his father could not achieve back then.

“Good boy, Uncle Lei is relieved that you can think of these things. Your father will definitely make a big move later. If you feel confused then, remember what you said just now. Make plans for the future in the future and don’t be bothered by empty talk in front of you.” Lei Gong said, and made another seal, which was the Purple Sky Demon Seal. It followed the top of Fengchen’s forehead and drilled into his body.

Feng Chen felt Uncle Lei's concern, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew that this was a protection method that Uncle Lei had planted for him in advance in order to prevent possible changes later: "Uncle Lei, don't worry, my nephew..."

"Chen'er, turn your thoughts into Zhenyang, your father has something to tell you." Before Fengchen finished his words, his father's thoughts came to his mind, summoning him to go to Zhenyang.

"Uncle Lei, my father called me into Zhenyang. It might be something." Feng Chen turned to Lei Gong and said without even saying thank you.

Lei Gong nodded: "Go, the True Yang enters the sea, the Golden Crow Sun rises, good things are about to happen."

"Thanks for your good wishes. I will go and recite it first." As soon as the words fell, Feng Chen's mind sank and evolved into the Zhenyang Diagram.

Lei Gong looked at Feng Chen's departing back, frowning slightly: "Huh? This iron girl activated the formation, what is she doing..." He was a little confused, but then shook his head, forget it, ignore her, right now Brother Feng's matter is the key, nothing can go wrong at this juncture. She has the help of the third brother, there shouldn't be any big problems, if there is any accident, at most she will lose some cultivation. But this girl has always been calm, why did she activate the formation without waiting for my hall master's golden seal this time?

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"Dad, what happened to you?" Feng Chen's voice was choked with tears in his eyes. Although he had never practiced cultivation, he was born into a prominent family and naturally learned some knowledge. Therefore, after a moment of thought, his body shape had just changed, and suddenly he saw a faint spiritual fire lingering around Feng Wanlin, and he immediately understood the fate his father was about to face.

His heart was filled with self-blame, his eyes were filled with pain, he was mumbling to himself, his voice was choked with sobs, full of regret and despair. Feng Wanlin, on the other hand, was calm and composed: "Chen'er, you don't have to be like this. Although my spirit body can last for a long time, it is not necessarily a good thing. Besides, your mother's true spirit has left, and I am worried about her being alone there."

Feng Chen choked up even more when he heard this: "But... it's all my fault... it's all my fault... I hurt you... I hurt you..." His voice gradually disappeared in sadness, and the painful emotion seemed to cast an indelible dullness on the chaos in the Zhenyang Diagram, making the whole space seem even darker and more turbid.

Feng Wanlin looked at his son, his heart filled with sighs and self-blame: "Alas, silly child, how can you be blamed for this? If you want to blame someone, you can only blame me for being too arrogant. I insisted on dragging your mother to change her fate, which led to her true spirit dissipating and left you alone to bear the loneliness."

Thinking of this, Feng Wanlin felt even more reluctant. He wanted to stretch out his arms and hold his son in his arms, but just as his hand was about to touch Feng Chen's shoulder, he suddenly woke up. No, the spiritual fire in my body is extremely harmful to the soul. Once Chen'er touches it, he will suffer more pain. I can't hurt him.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Feng Wanlin trembled and retracted his hands, but Feng Chen saw his father's actions and immediately understood his father's worries. He threw himself into Feng Wanlin's arms regardless of everything, tightly grasping his father's sleeves, crying with words.

"Dad!!" Fengchen's voice was full of despair and pleading.

"Chen'er, let go quickly. If you're any later, your soul won't be saved." Feng Wanlin immediately panicked. Seeing that his beloved son's body was stained with spiritual fire and seemed to be burning, he hurriedly spoke out to stop him and reached out to push him away.

However, Feng Chen didn't listen at all. Instead, he hugged her tighter and held on tighter, allowing the spiritual fire to flow along the body formed by his primordial spirit power, burn through the True Yang Diagram, pass through his sea of ​​consciousness, and finally burn throughout his body.

"Puff~" a colorless flame ignited silently, and Lei Gong was suddenly startled on the altar: "Why is this little Fengzi like this? Is Brother Feng gone?" Extremely anxious, Lei Gong suspected that it was the work of the Golden Crow. Thinking of the divine thoughts sent by his old friend just now, why did such a change happen so quickly? Thinking that the True Yang Diagram was in Fengchen's sea of ​​consciousness, it was not convenient for him to go there in person, so he planned to enter the True Yang Diagram with his soul.

But just as he was about to act, his divine sense had just probed into Feng Chen's body, and before he had time to establish a connection with the True Yang Diagram, he realized something was wrong: "Although the fire has injured Xiao Fengzi, it doesn't seem serious. And looking at the meaning of smelting, it seems to be the method of my Thunder Pool Body Refining. Could it be that Brother Feng did it on purpose?"

As he speculated secretly in his heart, Lei Gong was no longer so anxious, but the Spiritual Source Fire was a means of killing one's life after all, so he was still a little worried. Therefore, when he withdrew his divine thoughts, he was still worried. Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the key point: "This brother Feng is also, how could Xiuque Hai use such a method, doesn't he know..."

No! ! This fire should have been lit by Brother Feng himself, so he...

Huh! With a heavy sigh, Lei Gong finally understood the situation of his old friend. He just learned from Feng Chen that Feng Chen's father Feng Wanlin was a spirit of the incarnation of the true spirit. Although he lost the chance of rebirth, he was able to live forever in the world. Originally, this situation was acceptable, after all, rebirth also depends on chance, but when the spiritual source fire appeared, Lei Gong's relief was instantly shattered.

"Silly child, your father will be satisfied if he can just take a good look at you. Why do you have to suffer the burn of this spiritual fire in vain?" Inside the Zhenyang Diagram, Feng Wanlin had already pushed his beloved son away, but the spiritual fire that had stained his body had not been cleared yet. Looking at his son with burns all over his body, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Feng Chen didn't care, and didn't feel any pain at all. There was hatred in his eyes and heartache in his mouth: "No, Chen'er didn't have the time to see my mother for the last time. Now that I can be close to you, a little hardship doesn't matter." As he said this, he was about to step forward again, but Feng Wanlin ruthlessly used a soft force to block him in front of him, and would not let him move forward even one step.

"Good boy, forget it. Your father knows that you have the intention, but you cannot bear this spiritual fire. Let your father extinguish it for you." After Feng Wanlin finished speaking, he raised one hand, and pinched the two words "卯" and "戌" in his hand to form the morning and evening spell. A suction force that swallowed the surroundings burst out from the palm of his hand. Then he bent his five fingers, and with his palm, he was about to absorb the spiritual fire that had been condensed by him towards Feng Chen.

Feng Chen originally wanted to persist, but seeing that his father was resorting to resorting to any means, he stopped being stubborn. After all, he also understood that his father was at the end of his rope at this moment, and there was only so much he could do with his body. If he could save a little, his weapon spirit body would also be retained. longer.

But the next moment, Feng Chen just started to think about cooperating with his father to gather the spiritual fire, but something interrupted his father and son. "Wait a minute, young man, there is no need to collect this fire." The voice came from the side, and it was the mouth of the Golden Crow.

"Oh? What do you mean, senior..." Feng Wanlin was stunned when he heard it, and then he was quite confused. However, he just stopped his hand and was about to turn his head, but before he could ask, he noticed that the spiritual fire was gradually extinguished. "So that's it!!" After saying this, Feng Wanlin dispersed the seal in his hand and also covered up the suction power.

Then his divine sense moved, covering the condensed form of Feng Chen, and then followed the transformation of his soul to connect to his main body, covering his soul body as well. While investigating, he turned around and looked at Jin Wu. "I didn't expect the innate spirit to have such a magical effect. It can absorb the spiritual fire to melt its body. This is quite similar to my brother's divine thunder body refining." When he spoke, the spiritual fire had been completely extinguished, and Feng Wanlin also thoroughly checked that his beloved son was fine, so as soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew his divine sense with relief.

Jinwu also nodded with a smile: "Of course, the innate spirit is protected by heaven. If it is not ignited by itself, how can the spiritual fire of others extinguish it? If that is the case, how can it be famous through the ages." After the words fell, Jinwu took two steps forward, looked at Feng Wanlin with an expression as if waiting for you to say something, and then turned around to look at Feng Chen.

Feng Chen also turned around and looked at Jin Wu. Just now, his mind was all on his father. It was only at this moment that he remembered that there were other people around him. "Chen'er, this senior is the emperor of the Jin Wu clan in ancient times. Now we have something to talk about. You should treat him as a junior." Feng Wanlin understood what he meant and introduced Jin Wu.

Although Fengchen was confused, he stepped forward and saluted obediently: "Junior Fengchen, hello senior." He clasped his hands together and was about to bow deeply, but Jinwu moved his sleeves and supported him: "Little kid, there is no need to be polite. Speaking of which, this emperor has something to ask of you this time."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Feng Chen asked with a puzzled look. He had not yet realized Jin Wu's current state. He was just thinking about the form formed by the residual essence attached to the essence and blood. He thought that it was impossible for Jin Wu, the ancient name, to need help from someone like him who had no meridians and no cultivation.

"Indeed, I do need your help, Your Majesty." Jinwu then replied calmly, and gently waved his hand, using gentle strength to help Fengchen up.

Feng Chen stood up and turned to look at his father Feng Wanlin. Seeing his father nodded, confirming Jin Wu's words, he believed it.

However, he had doubts in his heart. He had a broken body and could not practice profound skills. He did not know whether he could succeed in the future. How could he help Jinwu? So he raised this question again: "But, I have a broken body and could not practice profound skills. I did not know whether I could succeed in the future. How could I help you?"