Fengyunlu

In that dreamlike scene, Lei Gong did not directly tell us the answer, but Bai Ximo once revealed that in order to save Bai Yu, he had to awaken Yun Huang's bloodline and let it be reborn in Nirvana, or use Tongtian Lu to reverse life. However, both of these paths are as difficult as ascending to heaven and almost impossible to achieve. Generally speaking, there are very few saints in Cangyun Sect who can awaken their bloodline, not to mention that Bai Yu is still in a long sleep. So, although there is still a glimmer of hope, in fact, this path is not feasible at all. As for Tongtian Lu, the illusion shows that the Demon-Slaying Array has been destroyed, and the true body of the Nine Nether Emperor is lurking in it with resentment. In order to protect Bai Yu, Feng Wanlin and his wife merged Tongtian Lu with Bai Yu at all costs, and with the help of Fairy Ji Long's vitality, they barely saved Bai Yu's life. But even so, Bai Yu was still in a long sleep and was taken back to Cangyun. Bai Qianyi relied on his profound cultivation and the power of the Nine Present Oracle to suppress the Nine Nether True Body while forcibly extending Bai Yu's life.

But recently, Bai Qianyi felt that the Tongtian talisman seemed to be leaving Bai Yu. This great weapon has its own spirituality, its behavior is unpredictable, and there is no guarantee that it will always protect Bai Yu's life. Once it really leaves, Bai Yu's life will be in danger. Therefore, Bai Qianyi was full of worries, worried that one day the Tongtian talisman would really leave, and then Bai Yu's life would not be guaranteed. Therefore, Bai Ximo in the illusion was also anxious, running around, looking for various dangerous places, hoping to find an opportunity to help Bai Yu.

"The most important thing now is to find a treasure to protect Xiaoyu in a short period of time, and then you need to grow up quickly. The Tongtian Talisman contains the method of your parents, and no one can use it except you. It is this method that contains the power of Zixuan Daoji and Zhumo Dazhen, which may be able to reverse the vitality and wake Xiaoyu up. As for the Yunhuang bloodline, let's not count on it. You are also aware of the plight of the Bai family, and we can't do anything about it. If you still have any questions, ask now, and Uncle Lei will give you the answers." Lei Gong shook his head, his eyes full of seriousness.

Feng Chen also knew how difficult this was, so he nodded and continued to ask questions: "Chen Er does have something I want to ask."

"Go ahead." Lei Gong nodded in agreement. The old man and the young man chatted with each other, but the picture was silent. Not long after, the picture suddenly broke.

Bai Ximo was puzzled. The conversation between the two people should contain some important information. Why did the picture suddenly break? Was there someone behind the scenes?

Just as he was thinking, the lake began to ripple again, and the illusion regrouped. The scene changed to the northern desert, far away from the Wind Sand Castle. Fengchen ran all the way, heading southwest.

In the illusion, Fengchen has reached the Xuan level. Although he cannot fly, his speed is very fast. Now he has reached the edge of the desert. Tens of thousands of miles of yellow sand are everywhere. At his speed, he will be able to walk out of the desert by tomorrow morning at the latest. However, Fengchen suddenly stopped.

Some scattered auras floated from the south. Although they were far away from him, Feng Chen could still sense them keenly. His innate spirit was extremely powerful. There were dozens of scattered auras, and there were many masters among them. But surprisingly, no one discovered him, and no one noticed the thunder power hidden in the dark.

It seems that as soon as he appeared in the desert, the whole world seemed to know about it. Otherwise, Uncle Lei would not have mentioned before that there were many people coveting him secretly. Feng Chen knew in his heart that all this was caused by the Tongtian Talisman. Everyone must think that Feng Chen benefited from the Tongtian Talisman, otherwise, how could a body with no meridians reach the Xuan level in just three years?

Now some people in the desert have sensed his presence, and these people are just testing each other. After all, Feng Chen is involved in too many things, and no one wants to be the target of public criticism. Moreover, anyone with a discerning eye can see that although Feng Chen is alone, there are Bai Ximo, Lei Gong and others who are secretly eyeing him, and no one wants to be the first to tear their faces apart.

Uncle Lei's words kept echoing in my ears: "Strength is king!" I have to improve myself quickly and become a real master. Xiaoyu can't drag on and wait for me to grow up. Now I have to try my best to avoid these troubles and don't confront them head-on. Fengchen thought so in his heart, and immediately turned around and ran away. While he was not discovered yet, he tried to stay as little as possible. This was the smart way.

Lei Gong saw everything clearly in the dark. Looking at Feng Chen's actions, he couldn't help but laugh: "This kid is a little better than Brother Feng. Although he is as stubborn as a cow, he knows when to turn. However, in this desert, no matter how you go around, the ending will be the same."

As if to prove Lei Gong's words, Feng Chen took a few steps and although he temporarily avoided those people, he suddenly stopped. Why? Because his intuition told him that there was a large group of practitioners not far ahead, at least fifty of them, and there were even more powerful masters among them than the ones he had met before. With Feng Chen's current strength, facing such a battle, he felt a little overwhelmed.

"Well, I can't hide, so I'll just go for it." Feng Chen sighed helplessly, knowing that even if he continued to take a detour, he might run into other teams, which would be a waste of time. Since Uncle Lei was following him, he didn't have to worry too much even if he encountered danger. After making up his mind, Feng Chen decided to fight those practitioners directly.

"Brother in front, are you coming from Fengsha Castle?" When Fengchen was about to arrive, a young monk standing in the front asked loudly.

Hearing the monk's question, everyone around was stunned and turned to look at Fengchen, as if he was a big fool. They thought that the north of Fengsha Castle was the Netherworld Blood Sea. If Fengchen came from there, he was probably from a poor family. And Fengchen didn't look like a master. If he was from a poor family, he would have stayed away from so many righteous practitioners. This monk seemed to know nothing about the world of cultivation, but even though everyone rolled their eyes, he was still calm and composed, obviously not an ordinary person.

Fengchen chose to keep silent and not answer, continuing to walk forward. His attitude was very clear: he didn't know the other person and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Brother, the master is asking you a question, why are you ignoring him?" A young man in a blue-gray robe walked out of the crowd and questioned with a bit of displeasure in his tone.

Fengchen neither raised his head nor opened his mouth, but he did not stop walking.

The young man saw that he was being completely ignored and showed an unhappy expression on his face: "Hey, kid, I told you to stop!"

The young man suddenly rushed forward, as agile as a cheetah, he jumped up, blocked Fengchen, and stretched out his hand to stop him. Fengchen was blocked, but he was not panicked at all, just standing there quietly, staring at the young man with a cold look.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" The young man's face was full of anger. The more he looked at Fengchen's expressionless eyes, the angrier he became, as if Fengchen's calmness was a provocation to him.

At the same time, the people who came with the young man began to slowly surround him, vaguely forming a circle. The young man saw everyone's actions and seemed to suddenly understand something. The anger on his face slowly turned into pride, as if he had seen the hope of victory.

Feng Chen glanced at the people around him, shook his head, and sneered to himself: "Haha, you ask even though you know the answer."

This sentence was actually equivalent to indirectly admitting his identity. Everyone laughed when they heard it, and only a few people looked around with vigilance. They didn't believe that Feng Chen dared to come alone. There must be a master protecting him in secret. Even if he was not a close follower of the Cang Yun Sect's leader, there must be a Saint-level master backing him up.

In fact, they guessed correctly. Above the clouds, Lei Gong was looking down coldly. How could the high-ranking officials of those sects not know about these little moves? The reason why they only sent the juniors of the Xuan level and a few Tian level people was, on the one hand, to test the authenticity of the news and see if Feng Chen had really reached the Xuan level. If so, then it would be worth it for these old guys to take action personally. After all, the Juemai physique could be cultivated so quickly. If it wasn't the credit of the Tongtian Talisman, who would believe it? The temptation of the Tongtian Talisman was not something that ordinary people could resist.

On the other hand, Feng Chen carries the countless inheritances of the Feng family, his father Feng Wanlin's legendary life, his cultivation, his luck, the Feng family's treasures, and the various connections between Feng Wanlin and the Purple Mysterious Sutra during his lifetime. These are huge temptations that make many people willing to take risks. And Feng Chen is still weak now. Even if he has the protection of masters, as long as the plan is careful and well planned, even if Bai Qianyi personally asks about it, if something happens in the desert, any accidents can be blamed on the Han family. Even if there are any clues left, it can be said that the Han family deliberately provoked trouble, or that there is a traitor in the family, and it can be wiped out in the name of justice, and an excuse can be found to shirk responsibility.

However, these people only cared about their beautiful dreams, but completely ignored Feng Chen himself, and underestimated Feng Wanlin's ability to lead the righteous path. They only saw Feng Wanlin being killed, but did not think about who he was facing?

Nine Netherworld Emperor! !

A demon supreme from ancient times, his bloodline is the descendant of ancient relics. Not to mention the current Xuanmen, even in ancient times, even the five ancient emperors such as Baidi were troubled. Although he now has only a trace of residual soul to plan, he is still Jiuyou. Facing his supreme reputation, who dares to have the slightest fluke?

Feng Wanlin was able to seal Jiuyou's true body again with his own luck and break his conspiracy. Even if he was just trapped in the Tongtian Talisman, it was enough to show that Feng Wanlin's strength was against the sky. In that situation, it can be said that only Feng Wanlin could do it. If it were anyone in Xuanmen, I'm afraid that Xuanmen and even the whole world would not be able to plan anything now. Everyone is struggling to survive under Jiuyou's pressure, and this is only when Jiuyou has no purpose, otherwise all living things in the world will cease to exist.

Oh, the world and people's hearts are so changeable, just like the illusion swaying in front of my eyes, making me confused. Bai Ximo's feelings were like this illusion, fluctuating violently, and I felt my heart was also up and down.

He looked around and found himself standing in the desert sand. Suddenly, a group of people surrounded him from all directions, as if they wanted to surround him. Bai Ximo looked at this situation and felt anxious. It was just like this illusion, intermittent and unsure.

Finally, a flash of white light appeared in the illusion, and Bai Ximo barely saw an afterimage, but it was not a thunder power, and Fengchen did not make a move, as if he had some trump card. Facing a strong enemy, Bai Ximo was not panicked at all, and watched coldly, as if everything was under his control.

The lake surface was sparkling, and the illusion suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the rippling water. Bai Ximo frowned, wondering who that afterimage was. Looking at the action, it seemed like a fatal killing move. I'm afraid none of the people in the illusion would survive.

Is he going to kill people to silence them? No, no! Bai Ximo shook his head immediately. Fengchen's attitude was wrong, and there was Lei Gong above the blood cloud. If these people were really in danger, how could Lei Gong just sit there and do nothing?

But the problem lies here. Feng Chen is not panicked at all, as if he knows that the afterimage will take action. Lei Gong is also protecting him in secret, but he just doesn't take action. Could it be that the afterimage is one of his own?

Bai Ximo was so confused. Although the illusion was bizarre, each character had a prototype. Only this afterimage, Bai Ximo couldn't guess who he was. Could it be...

Suddenly, a sound on the water interrupted Bai Ximo's thoughts. The illusion changed again. This time it was not the desert, but the imperial palace. The Zhengxin Hall, which was usually empty, was crowded with people today. The emperor sat on the dragon throne, and the civil and military officials were worried and sad. The whole hall was filled with sighs.

"Your Majesty, the soldiers fought desperately to defend the levee, and although the levee has been temporarily saved, this strange incident is probably not a natural disaster, but the work of demons. Now we can only ask the immortals from the Imperial Garden to save the people." A burly general, with a face covered in dust, had obviously just returned from the front line, and his voice was full of determination and urgency.

Then, an older civil servant spoke up, "Your Majesty, General Shan is right. This flood is probably not a simple natural disaster. These soldiers are all mortals, and they may not be able to stop the deep-sea monsters. I beg your Majesty to summon the immortals of the Imperial Garden to save the people from the water and fire and prevent disasters before they happen." The civil servant's tone was full of worry and concern for the people. The emperor frowned slightly after listening to the ministers' words, "I naturally know that the immortals of the Imperial Garden have great magical powers, but the Imperial Garden has been closed in recent years. I have sent people to invite them several times but to no avail. I wonder if they are willing to come out to help this time." At this time, the eunuch on the side whispered, "Your Majesty, I heard that there is an immortal in the Imperial Garden who loves rare treasures in the world. Your Majesty might as well use this as a lure." The emperor nodded after a little thought.

On the other side, Bai Ximo, who was outside the illusion, thought to himself that the unusual movement of the deep sea demon clan might be related to the matter of the Nine Nether Emperor. On Fengchen's side, the mysterious afterimage instantly rushed into the crowd, and a flash of light passed by, and the people who were originally surrounding Fengchen were unable to move. Fengchen clasped his fists in the air: "Thank you for your help, senior." It turned out that the afterimage was an old friend of Fengchen's father Feng Wanlin, who had been secretly paying attention to Fengchen.