Fengyunlu

Just like a breeze blowing across the lake, without a ripple, the heart is as calm as still water, and the feeling is as light as the clouds and the wind. Suddenly, the words "it's me" rang in my ears like thunder, and a powerful divine thought, with a vigorous momentum, stood out from the sharp aura transformed by the Flying Eagle Spear on the Snowy Night, like the first ray of dawn, breaking the tranquility of the night.

This force swept through Fengchen Mansion, and the Nine Nether Demonic Thoughts that had been raging in his blood were forced back in an instant, like fallen leaves swept by a strong wind, with nowhere to hide. Not only was it forced back, but most of his blood that was tainted by the demon was also purified at the same time. With a sizzling sound, most of the ink stain in his blood was also eliminated, just like a stain washed away by clear water, making it look brand new.

"This breath...this breath..."

"..." Feng Chen was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He didn't care what to do now. His heart was like being swept by a raging tide and couldn't calm down. Because that divine thought, that aura, that familiar and blood-connected feeling, turned out to be his father, Feng Wanlin! !

"Dad..." The thought came and went, Fengchen expressed all his grievances and choked with pain. This voice seemed like a lifetime ago, like a call across time and space.

The boy was stubborn and self-reliant. Although he had been with his mother for the past three years, he was still living under someone else's roof, and he was inevitably lonely, like an abandoned boat drifting in the vast ocean. But now, the person he had long missed and the person he once cared about was in his mind. How could he not be confused? He was confused! ! His mood was confused, his mind was confused, and his grievances were also confused, just like the surface of a lake attacked by a storm, with turbulent waves.

"Dad, Chen'er..." The murmur was 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. When all the grievances came to his parents, where could he hide?

"These three years... Chen'er..." "It's been so hard!!" In the end, Fengchen couldn't hold back his tears, and tears burst out from his eyes like a flood.

"Chen'er, your father is here." This short sentence is as heavy as a thousand pounds and as deep as a thousand feet. It is as heavy as a mountain and as deep as the sea. Feng Wanlin's sentence "Father is here" is full of the height of the mountain and also shows his domineering power. It seems that with him here, everything is no longer a problem. As long as he is here, he will hold up the sky even if it collapses.

"Dad, my mom...that Jiuyou..." Feng Chen collapsed completely. He could no longer hold on to the stubbornness in his heart. The grievances in his mind made him cry uncontrollably, like a flood that broke through a dam and could not be stopped.

"Don't cry, Chen'er, wait for your father to give him to you." As soon as Feng Wanlin finished speaking, he took action, as firm as a mountain and as swift as a strong wind. A sharp sound suddenly rang out, as if wiping out all the sorrow, just like the sun shining through the clouds, bringing hope.

Tens of thousands of sharp auras burst out from the sharp auras transformed from the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear. Once they entered Fengchen's blood, they turned into two forces. One was extremely sharp, like a sword unsheathed, unstoppable; the other was as calm as the sea, like the sea without waves, unfathomable. These two forces, one slashing and one protecting, completely purified Fengchen's blood in just a moment, and Jiuyou was also pressed back into the sea of ​​consciousness, like a sealed demon that could not escape.

"You are not dead?" Jiuyou was also stunned in the ruins. He forgot that he was forced back like this. It was like being struck by thunder. He couldn't believe it. He was only surprised at Feng Wanlin's divine consciousness. Why did he still appear after his body and soul were destroyed, wandering in the world like a ghost?

"Hang up." These two words, though simple, reveal the pride of Feng Wanlin's life. He never plays tricks, just like his sword, straight forward, without any twists and turns. His life, like his sword, is simple and direct, without any decoration or tricks.

But although his words were sincere, Jiuyou became even more confused after hearing them: "Dead?" "Yes, Feng is indeed no longer with us. What you see now is just a little trick." Feng Wanlin said calmly, his voice was steady and deep, like telling an ancient story, which made people fascinated.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp energy transformed by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear also began to move. The originally dark color was permeated with a snow-white mist. After his divine thought passed, the frost began to solidify, just like the frost in winter, slowly freezing. Then, the mist gradually solidified in Fengchen Mansion, vaguely revealing an illusory figure that gradually became clearer, as ethereal as a ghost, and as real as an entity.

Dressed in a white robe and with a proud face, he stood tall like a plum blossom in the snow. His figure was like his sword, simple and direct, without any extra decorations or complicated techniques. Jiuyou's heart moved, and he immediately investigated. The unparalleled ambition between his eyebrows and the indifference now were obviously not the junior from three years ago. Then who was he?

"Methods?" Jiuyou stared at the figure, trying to see through him, but he didn't look like a true spirit. And Jiuyou knew three years ago that Feng Wanlin didn't have a true spirit.

Hiss~ Could it be that he also had some residual Yuan escaping at that time? Unlikely! When my real body fell, the residual power of the explosion, even with the Tongtian Talisman to resist, only a trace of residual Yuan escaped. This kid was unarmed at the time, he definitely couldn't have survived. Looking at his illusory appearance now, he doesn't have the agility of Yuan Shen, but instead seems to be solidified by some power, so he should not be the real body.

But if it's not the real body, then what is he... So that's it!! No wonder that broken gun has been disturbing me for the past few years. I thought it was cast with some special spell, or it was the work of the weapon spirit itself, but I didn't expect it to be like this. Jiuyou once again used his divine sense to scan the Fengchen Mansion in doubt, and once again observed the sharp energy transformed by the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear. This time, he saw some clues. Although the mist was still sharp, its spirituality became dim as Feng Wanlin just focused his mind. This discovery made Jiuyou understand immediately, and he said the key: "Good boy, I didn't expect that you had refined your true spirit into a weapon spirit during your lifetime. With this courage, there are countless mediocre people in this world, but only you can make me look at you with new eyes."

It turned out that Feng Wanlin was not dead at the beginning. Not only did he have a true spirit, but he cultivated it earlier than others. However, once his true spirit was formed, he refined it into his life-defining magic weapon and became the weapon spirit of the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear. This approach was indeed unexpected by Jiuyou, and he had to admire it. But in the end, this was Feng Wanlin. If it were someone else, who would have such courage and would rather give up the hope of the next life and let the life-defining magic weapon soar into the sky one day.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind, but as I said before, my son's bright future really shouldn't go down the Yellow Spring Road with you, so Your Majesty has to go on the road alone." Feng Wanlin said lightly, and in his words, Jiuyou was already in his pocket. This kind of bearing is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even if he had the power of thunder before and was in the thunder pool with the ultimate power, he would not dare to say that he could easily kill Jiuyou, not to mention that he still had the Tongtian Talisman in his hand and was hiding in Fengchen Mansion.

"Hmph! Boy, I'm praising you a bit, don't be too proud. Although I only have remnants of my essence left, your body-building device is not much better. If that little kid hadn't given you some of that bitch's blood just now, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to resist the power of the Tongtian Scroll." Jiuyou snorted coldly and continued. Feng Wanlin responded with a smile: "Yes, what the emperor said makes sense, but since Feng has woken up, it doesn't matter."

"Oh? I want to see how you don't care." "Don't worry, my Lord. I have my own way." "Okay, then let me see it."

"All right!"

Feng Wanlin agreed in a low voice, and then his spiritual thoughts began to surge again, this time spreading out towards the outside of Fengchen Mansion.

"Brother, lend me the True Yang Diagram!"

"Brother Feng!"

As soon as he thought about it, the altar appeared, and Lei Gong's face was full of surprise.

This surprise was both pleasant surprise and shocking.

His old friend had been gone for three years, and now a divine thought suddenly appeared. How could Lei Gong not be shocked?

Besides being shocked, if he could hope that his old friend was not really dead, how could Lei Gong not feel happy?

Therefore, he was both surprised and full of expectations.

However, in the midst of surprise, Lei Gong suddenly changed his mind and was shocked again.

wrong! !

If Brother Feng was really still alive, he would never have no news for three years, nor would he leave Xiao Fengzi lonely and helpless, and he would not watch Xiao Meng disappear.

Considering this point of view, I am afraid that Brother Feng is probably hopeless. But if there is really no hope, how to explain this sudden appearance of divine thought?

Could it be that he, like Xiao Meng, also has a true spirit that has not left?

That is not right either!!

If the true spirit was hidden in the mansion, Zhuang Mo's Heavenly Sound Ferry should have awakened him as well, instead of just awakening Xiao Meng.

This is not right, that is not right...

Never mind, I'd better just ask him directly.

Lei Gong originally didn't know that his old friend had already refined his true spirit into a weapon spirit, so no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Finally, he raised his hand and spoke, and another stream of light evolved: "Brother Feng, your true spirit hasn't left yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Gong raised his hand and a light surged. He took out the True Yang Map, the treasure of Boyang Valley that he had put away earlier. Then he weighed it gently, waved his hand and flipped it. The True Yang Map turned into a stream of light and flew towards Feng Chen's head.

"Brother, this is a long and embarrassing thing to say. I will explain it in detail after I release Jiuyou." Feng Wanlin's divine thoughts came again, but the situation was urgent, so he did not explain in detail.

Then, before he finished speaking, a three-color light came out from Fengchen's body. This light came out slowly, and it was obviously a prelude to his activating the True Yang Diagram.

Indeed, the golden and white light mixed with ink-colored brilliance stretched out steadily, attracting the True Yang Diagram into it, and then pulled it inward, transforming it into colorful streams of light.

After several such actions and bursts, these kinds of immortal light actually condensed into a rune spell that was both mysterious and concise.

This rune spell is sometimes huge, enough to penetrate the altar, and sometimes tiny, almost invisible in the palm of the hand. It seems to hide a scroll inside, which is a mysterious atlas, and is the proof of the True Yang Diagram.

In addition, among the myriad colors, there are two strong golden and white colors. This is the Yunhuang bloodline that Feng Chen had previously offered to Xue Ye's Flying Eagle Spear. At that time, there was a total of 30% of it, but now only 20% has been derived by Feng Wanlin for use, intending to hang up the True Yang Diagram to resist the power of the Tongtian Talisman.

As for the faint dark green ink wrapped around the outside of the diagram, it was derived from Feng Wanlin's innate divine weapon, intended to be sharp without obstruction, so as to help the True Yang Diagram fight against Jiuyou.

This series of actions, although it sounds slow, was actually completed in a very short time. It was completed before Feng Wanlin could even finish his words.

At this time, Lei Gong was observing from the side, and after hearing his old friend's words, he realized that his old friend was too anxious to care about anything else, so he did not continue to ask, but just waited quietly by the side.

hum~

Plop~plop...

After waiting for a moment, a golden wind sounded on the altar, and the rune spell froze at a height of a hundred feet, motionless. Its majestic light shone brightly, and it hung above Fengchen's head again. After a while of evolution, it turned into a myriad of colorful light in a moment, filling the entire altar.

Upon seeing this, the altar that was originally transformed into a prison by the power of thunder has turned into a completely different world.

The lush mountains are swaying, the rich rivers are flowing, there are fairy forests, misty swamps, and the dark sky above.

In the darkness, silver light was scattered, illuminating a single moon hanging high in the sky, radiating its fairy light in all directions and covering the entire area.

It is truly a fairyland hidden in beauty and a paradise hidden in wonder.

"Boy, I really don't understand what you are doing. Although this map contains a set of Taoist principles, it is useless to me. Once that bitch's bloodline is exhausted, won't it still be broken?" Jiuyou was trapped in Fengchen's broken sea of ​​consciousness. His divine sense swept across the altar and noticed Feng Wanlin's actions. He couldn't help but feel puzzled and disdainful.

Feng Wanlin chuckled: "Haha, Your Majesty thinks too much. This map is not all prepared for you."

"Oh? Humph!" Jiuyou was stunned for a moment, then snorted, muttering to himself that this kid was too arrogant. He was a big trouble for them, and they should have gone all out to solve it as soon as possible, but he was not in a hurry, and was thinking about other things. Isn't this looking down on me? He seemed to have forgotten that I was a terrifying existence in this world, and many heroes had been defeated by me. Now this kid dared to look down on me like this. He really didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant!" Jiuyou became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. His voice was full of anger and disdain, as if warning the other party that his patience was limited, his power was immeasurable, and anyone who dared to challenge him would pay a heavy price.

Judging from the tone, if he hadn't been trapped in his sea of ​​consciousness by Feng Wanlin's Cloud Phoenix bloodline, he would have rushed up to fight. Jiuyou's anger was boiling in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he wanted to break free immediately and let the boy see his true power.

"Haha." Feng Wanlin just smiled again and ignored him. There was a bit of contempt in his smile, as if he didn't care about Jiuyou's threat at all, as if everything was under his control.

Then he suddenly changed his mind and said to Lei Gong: "Brother, can you lend me your divine thunder again?" There was a hint of request in Feng Wanlin's voice, but more of it was confidence. He knew that Lei Gong would not refuse because they had a common goal.