Deer bone

Ling Qing carried Leng Qingxie and Feng Yunmo into an empty valley.

There are many spirit beasts here, all walking.Not far from here, there is a person with the ability to transform mirrors who cultivates in the mountains, so this place has always been peaceful, and the creatures dare not use their spiritual power so far, those who walk on the ground dare not fly, and those who fly in the sky dare not stay longer.

Leng Qingxie chose to stay here overnight, and Feng Yunmo had no objection.On the other hand, the reason why the spirit fell was because he was afraid of the capable person, he grinned his teeth, refused to go, and retreated, desperately unwilling to enter the valley, and finally had to let Leng Qingxie take it into his sleeve.

Feng Yunmo and Leng Qingxie entered the valley and climbed another mountain road.A cave door can be seen in front of the mountain road. Leng Qingxie sensed that there were no strange beasts in the cave, so he was delighted that it was a good place, and wished he could step into the cave with one foot.

Helpless, the mountains are boundless and the land is vast and sparsely populated.The mountain road is covered with weeds and thorns because no one walks it all year round.

From time to time, I met a few wild animals, but they didn't want to stop, so I hurriedly spread my legs, relying on my small body to drill into a wider area.

Although Feng Yunmo was injured, he took up the job of cutting the way ahead.There is no way around this, Leng Qingxie is not suitable for such a rough job, he will just whip the past, turning a small path into a great path in an instant, basically accidentally injuring countless creatures like Qi Zhan.

There was a wind blowing from the mountains, the bright colors in the sky were gradually swallowed by the dark colors, several thunderbolts were released, the air rumbled, the houses outside the mountains flashed several lights, and the strong wind bulged people's robes.

"It's going to rain."

Feng Yunmo covered his face with his sleeve while visually surveying the crossing ahead, which was a little far away.

"I'm afraid it's not just rain." Leng Qingxie looked at the sky, his hands trembling slightly, and he felt that his spiritual power was passing away at an imperceptible speed.

Feng Yunmo saw that his face was not as usual, and his hands were shaking, and he felt uneasy.

Lingxu Royal City, Xuanming Palace

Lingyan and the other eight spirit guardians opened the prophecy map of the century.They used their spiritual power to reflect the vicissitudes of the Lingxu five days later.

Everyone saw that the black clouds in the sky were churning, and the clouds were covered with fog and thunder was bursting. The flashes of light in the sky were dazzling, piercing the earth, and covering the entire Lingxu.At that time, the mountains and rivers were shattered, the royal city was destroyed, thousands of living beings were completely annihilated, and there was nothing left of the Lingxu Market.

This catastrophe spread from the Lingxu to the Beiming Mountains, and the Tianji clan was not spared. The frightening Tianji strategy was like a paper wall in front of this catastrophe, and it was torn to pieces by the boundless wind.And of the thousands of buildings in Tianji City, there are only broken walls and ruins left.

The catastrophe is still spreading to the surroundings, and no one is spared invincible wherever it goes...

Lingyan and the others were sweating coldly, with extremely ugly faces, they hurriedly took Tujuan away, and all looked at their king who was sitting on the throne.

Leng Xiuming's eyes were frozen with ice, he stood up abruptly, and ordered everyone to say: "Within two days, find out the reason, and within four days, keep the whole family away from the Lingxu."

There was another burst of thunder in the sky, and Yan Ling suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Honor Yan Ling!" Everyone exclaimed, and they all caught Yan Ling who fell backwards. Yan Ling's eyes were white, his right elbow was bent, his index finger was pointing upwards, and he uttered a few vague words intermittently. : "Heavenly Tribulation... Retribution... Response."

The sound of the last word fell, Yan Ling tilted his head, and lost his breath.

Leng Xiuming's eyes widened, only to hear someone say: "Master Yan Ling, you have leaked too many secrets... Sigh! He knows the taboos of our prophets, why..."

Leng Xiuming stared blankly at the sky, only to see that the color in the sky was getting darker.

In Tianji City, the chess piece in Zou Yu's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.There was boundless sadness in his deep eyes, he looked outside the eaves and sighed in a low voice: "Old friend!"

Shikun is deep.

Leng Qingxie urged, Feng Yunmo didn't seem eager, and the speed didn't increase or decrease, he said:

"No matter how fast it is, it will rain? Unless we can roll over."

Not long after Feng Yunmo finished speaking, he saw that the sky was soaked in ink and covered the earth.Dark clouds overwhelmed the sky, raindrops fell from the sky, and the cold wind blew densely and slantingly, hitting people's faces, chilling to the bone.

This rain will last for a long time.

Rainwater dripped continuously along the entrance of the cave like a line, Feng Yunmo stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the surrounding mountains, misty and misty, the mountains may or may not be there.His eyes were fixed on the front, motionless, as if in a trance.

Leng Qingxie sat inside, cross-legged in meditation, his brows gradually furrowed, and the sweat was profuse.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the horror in his eyes was fully revealed. Then, he swayed and fell down, causing Feng Yunmo to turn around suddenly.

"Cold and evil!"

No matter how much Feng Yunmo yelled, Leng Qingxie didn't move at all, and the spiritual power in his body was still passing away bit by bit, and no one could stop it.

Qi Zhan stood on the top of the mountain, he did not take shelter from the rain, as if he was being baptized by the rain, his eyes were full of mountains and rivers in all directions, cold and gloomy.

"Father, what you said is indeed correct. The catastrophe of the Luling Clan is coming. In the future, there will be no more Luling Clans. This Continent of Spiritual Cultivation will be your world alone." Qi Zhan looked at his hands whispering, the larva in the bottle flashed a green light.

Feng Yunmo found countless rare herbs in the mountains. He is not a doctor who specializes in medicine, and he doesn't know the effects of many medicines. He only remembers a doctor from the Tianji tribe told him that there is a herb that grows sawtooth and is eight inches long. , two inches wide, astringent.This medicine can revive the coma and strengthen the soul.

Feng Yunmo found many similar ones, and he couldn't tell the authenticity from the fake ones, so he found a comatose monster that was sick and dying to test the medicine.

He murmured: "Vet. Vet. I'm a vet."

Lingqing was so choked by the smell of medicine from Fengyun Momanyadong that he ran out from Leng Qingxie's sleeves, widened his eyes to see him pouring medicine on the monster, tilted his head, and let out a few low moans.

"Lingqing, are you hungry? There are mushrooms over there, go eat them yourself." Feng Yunmo rubbed its head, and stuffed an unknown spirit herb into the half-breathed monster.

"Aw!" the monster yelled fiercely, scaring Feng Yunmo half to death. He was too busy to let go of his hand to stuff it back with the elixir to save his life. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the monster broke free from his restraint and let go. He ran out, and by the time he realized it, the monster had already disappeared.

"That's it!"

Feng Yunmo was overjoyed, he crushed the herbal medicine with his palms together, took the juice, poured it into Leng Qingxie, and pushed the medicine juice into his abdomen with spiritual power.

Feng Yunmo and Ling Qing sat aside and waited until night fell, but Leng Qingxie showed no signs of waking up.

Feng Yunmo frowned, he had tried everything he could, but it didn't work.In the past, when Ling Qing saw something happened to Leng Qingxie, he would be terribly anxious. He didn't know what would happen, but it was comfortable and slept soundly beside Leng Qingxie.

Feng Yun Mo thought: Maybe Leng Qingxie's fainting is not as bad as he imagined.

As the night darkened, the cold wind drove straight in from the entrance of the cave and poured in, Feng Yunmo couldn't help shivering.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, sitting cross-legged beside him, like a stone sculpture.

He felt that there was a spiritual energy about to rush out of his head, it kept hitting, but it was blocked by another force, and it couldn't rush out no matter what.

Feng Yunmo knew that this was a sign that he was going to break the eighth level of the magic mirror and enter the ninth level.Right now, he can only pray that he can pass the night safely.

In the darkness, Leng Qingxie suddenly opened his eyes, and the beasts began to move outside the cliff.

Feng Yunmo was so excited that he vomited blood. He was about to get up when he heard a voice saying, "Sit down, they can't get in."

"It's too late for you to wake up." Feng Yunmo said happily to Leng Qingxie in the darkness, his heart dropped to the ground.

"What did you let me eat? It tastes weird." Leng Qingxie lit up a spiritual fire in his palm. The spiritual fire was blue in color with a hint of yellow, neither warm nor cold, just enough to illuminate his face and upper body.

Feng Yunmo saw that the clothes in front of him were soaked in blood.Feng Yunmo asked him when he was injured, Leng Qingxie just kept a cold face and didn't answer him.

Feng Yunmo lit an open flame in his palm, searched all the herbs he found, and finally found one that could stop the bleeding.

Leng Qingxie lowered his head slightly and remained silent. Feng Yunmo brushed his white hair back and helped him take off his shirt, revealing the terrible wound on his left shoulder.Chang Xing's wound was full of flesh and blood, extending from the left chest to the shoulder, and the mark of the bond was destroyed in the middle.

Feng Yunmo touched the rose mark with his fingertips, and suddenly felt a burning pain, and with a muffled grunt, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

Feng Yunmo pulled away the mark on his right shoulder and looked at it. His eyes were cold and his face was ugly. Leng Qingxie could tell that he didn't like the mark of rose very much.

"Fengyunmo." Leng Qingxie's dull voice came, he only called his name, but remained silent for a while.

"What do you want to say?" Feng Yunmo asked hesitantly.

"You won't betray me again, will you?"

"Hahahaha! Betrayed? Have I surrendered to you?" Feng Yunmo was taken aback when he heard this, and laughed wildly, Leng Qingxie was taken aback by that unruly arrogance.

"My lord, I am your spirit in your heart, but you may not be the spirit master in my heart." Feng Yunmo smiled softly, his words were full of arrogance.

He had always thought unilaterally that as long as he recognized the Qiling, they would be able to maintain the relationship between the spirit master and the Qiling, but he never thought that Feng Yunmo would not want to recognize him as the spirit master.

This is the real Fengyunmo, he will never be anyone's accessory, he will always be himself.

"Okay, let's fight again when your cultivation speed catches up with me. Whoever wins will be the spirit master, and let this imprint go to hell. What do you think?"

Hearing what Leng Qing said in his heart, Feng Yunmo was extremely happy. He laughed loudly and said, "Haha! Okay, whoever wins will win."

Leng Qingxie's eyes moved, and Feng Yunmo could see his eyes clearly amidst the dancing flames, the sky was full of flowers, bearing thousands of splendor.