Deer bone

When Leng Qingxie left the pass, it was clearly summer, but snow was flying all over the sky in Beiming territory.

It wasn't until Leng Qingxie absorbed the spiritual energy in his body that the snowflakes disappeared piece by piece, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance.

Feng Yunmo stuffed the remaining four small bamboo wine tubes into Leng Qingxie's hands, smiling like a warm sun.

"It's all for you, you decide whether to divide it or not."

As soon as Feng Yunmo said this, he regretted it, and he should have poured it on Leng Qingxie.

At this moment, he could only watch Leng Qingxie throw the four small bamboo tubes to the brothers of the Fu family, without even looking at them, Feng Yunmo wanted to find a place to bury himself.

"It's too embarrassing for you, at least have a taste." Feng Yunmo looked at the other two drinking like a drunk, feeling extremely distressed.

He didn't make much wine, there were only a few small cans left when it came out, and now even a few small cans are gone. What disappointed him the most was that Leng Qingxie didn't drink a sip.

Feng Yunmo and his entourage left Beiming Nanjing to investigate the truth of the catastrophe ten years ago.

They all know that as long as they find a survivor in a catastrophe, they will not worry about finding the truth.

Within a few days, the Tianji clansmen of Little Sanyang Peak followed the trail and found Zhang Fanyuan's body.

They brought the body back to Xiaosanyang Peak. When Zou Yu saw Zhang Fanyuan's body, he could tell from his deadly point that the person who drew the sword had already reached the mirror, and his speed was incomparable.

"Master, it's strange to say, since that man killed senior brother, why did he bury him and set up a monument without words?"

"Perhaps, Xiao Yuan died at the hands of an acquaintance." Zou Yu's eyes were deep, as if something was about to come out, but it disappeared for a moment.

Days always go by very fast, especially when you are focusing on one thing, you always feel that time is like water, and it can slip away from your fingertips no matter how you keep it.

Sanyang Peak is remembered by people, and the reputation of Little Sanyang Peak is also rising day by day because of Zou Yu's name as the number one prophet.

When Feng Yunmo and his team were inquiring, when they mentioned Sanyang Peak, people said little because they were afraid of the catastrophe. Later, someone said to them: "The Tianji clan on Sanyang Peak disappeared ten years ago. The reputation of Sanyang Peak is not as good as that of Little Sanyang Peak!"

When Feng Yunmo heard about Little Sanyang Peak, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Little Sanyang Peak? Who lives there?"

The man said: "It's a coincidence that the little Sanyang Peak became famous after the catastrophe. There lived a great prophecy spiritual master and ten apprentices on it. This spiritual master often breaks Nothing in this world has ever gone wrong. But he has a rule." He deliberately paused to tantalize people, seeing Leng Qingxie looking at him coldly, he hurriedly received: "Continuous destiny."

"Continuous destiny?"

The four looked at each other, and then asked how to get to Xiao Sanyang Peak. The man pointed to the southwest and said, "Go straight for two thousand miles."

"Two thousand miles, it's very close to Sanyang Peak over there." Feng Yunmo thought in a low voice.

Feng Yunmo and the others were going to Sanyang Peak, and they met several ethnic groups on the way, all of whom were going to Xiao Sanyang Peak.

Zou Yu frowned and looked at the steady stream of climbers, and more and more people came to ask for every word.

When there are too many people, it is easy to cause chaos. There are people from two tribes who are causing trouble here today, and later, people from two tribes have expanded to people from several tribes.

This mess is so big that it is difficult to deal with it, not to mention that the owner of Little Sanyang Peak and Zou Yu are only ten people, how can they fight these lunatics?Furthermore, there are only a few bloodlines left in the Tianji Clan, and Zou Yu doesn't want anyone to die innocently.He was ready to take his disciples down the mountain.

"Stop it all!"

A burst of thunderous shouting suddenly came from the sky, and everyone was startled, and they all stopped and looked at the sky.

Feng Yunmo arrived first, his body was as fast as lightning, and he appeared on the highest roof in an instant, turned around, and the wind itself was elegant and clear.

Feng Yunmo looked at the crowd once, then stopped at Zou Yu and his disciples, smiled and nodded.

"Who is this person?"

"This son has reached the mirror at a young age, and he is truly a peerless talent."

"Look, there are three more, which are also transformation mirrors."

Leng Qingxie and the Fu family brothers also appeared next to Feng Yunmo.

"White hair!"

"Maggi--"

"Born with gorgeous hair and a peerless face...could it be from the Luling Clan?" One person said in a low voice and panicked: "No...impossible!"

One of the people in the crowd saw Leng Qingxie appearing, his face was pale, he moved his feet quietly to get out of the crowd.

Ten years ago, on the day of the Beiming Great Tribulation, he broke into the Luling Clan and was chased and killed by Leng Qingxie. Later, he injured him while Leng Qingxie's spiritual power was gone. He thought Leng Qingxie had died long ago, but he did not expect that he was still alive. He knew that Leng Qingxie would definitely kill him.

Before he took two steps, Leng Qingxie drew out the dagger in his sleeve, and it pierced into the center of his eyebrow in an instant.

Everyone was terrified, and some exclaimed.

According to legend, people of the Luling tribe will die if they see it.

He who sees must die...

Feng Yunmo looked at Leng Qingxie and frowned slightly: "Stop killing people randomly."

"It's not random killing." Leng Qingxie glanced at him, without further explanation.

Zou Yu didn't dare to recognize Feng Yunmo when he saw Feng Yunmo at first, but now he was a little sure that the black-haired person was Feng Yunmo, but he still didn't dare to recognize him.How could he have thought that Feng Yunmo would go to the Luling Clan, and how could he have thought that Huang Ze cured Feng Yunmo's illness and kept him healthy and healthy for ten years, so that his practice would not be hindered?

The Mirror of Transformation that can be repaired in ten years is difficult for Feng Yunmo's Huigen, what is going on...

Zou Yu frowned and said to the uneasy disciple: "Be quiet and don't be impatient, just wait and see what happens."

They raised their eyes and saw Feng Yunmo smiling and saying: "Everyone, don't blame me, I really don't want to disturb your elegant interest in the competition, but you have occupied the sleeping place of my elders, please hold your hands high and let this poor little three go." Yangfeng."

Liar, the people of the Luling clan will let the living people leave here?Everyone hesitated.

The brothers of the Fu family suddenly shouted: "The lives of these people, we all want them."

Someone ran down the mountain as soon as they lifted their legs.

Before Feng Yunmo's outstretched hand could be retracted, the Fu family brothers had already killed ten people in a row.

Seeing this, the rest attacked the Fu brothers one after another.

Feng Yunmo stroked his forehead with his eyes closed and sighed: He must be killed.

As soon as Leng Qingxie released his aura, it was cold for ten miles, Feng Yunmo moved chess like a knife, and anyone who saw it was killed.

Leng Qingxie didn't do anything, because he knew that without him doing anything, those three people could solve everyone. After all, among these people, there were only a dozen or so people who could transform themselves into mirrors.

Surrounded by chills, the setting sun was dim, blood was all over the horizon, Zou Yu's eyes were full of compassion, and he frowned endlessly, while the disciples beside him were very excited.

In the end, out of hundreds of people from several ethnic groups, only a dozen or so people made it down the mountain alive.

Feng Yunmo took off his blood-stained coat, ran towards Zou Yu, hugged him excitedly, and said, "Master, I thought my people were all dead, and I didn't think about you—haha, I'm happy, so happy."

Zou Yu also said in a trembling voice: "Yunmo, I didn't expect to see you again, you, now you are better than before."

Feng Yunmo let go of Zou Yu and looked at the nine disciples of the Tianji Clan next to him, almost crying with excitement. The nine disciples also stared at him, and he sighed, "It's been ten years."

"Yeah, ten years, let's go, let's go into the house and talk."

Feng Yunmo followed Zou Yu into the house, Leng Qingxie and the others sat together, and Zou Yu's disciples sat together, watching the two old friends weeping and greeting each other.

When Feng Yunmo and Zou Yu talked about Fu Qinghan's accidental killing of Zhang Fanyuan, the nine members of the Tianji tribe who sat down were brothers and clamored to avenge Zhang Fanyuan.

Feng Yunmo is caught in a dilemma between his clansmen and friends.

Fu Qinghan said: "Feng Yunmo, for killing your people by mistake, I am sorry for you as a friend. As long as you do it, I will not blink my eyes if you want my life. As for these people who want my life, I will not give it for nothing. "

"you!"

"You are mean!"

Everyone was not reconciled to Fu Qinghan's friendship with Fengyun Mo, and scolded him one after another.

Feng Yunmo rubbed his forehead and shouted: "Enough! One death is not enough, do you want to add a few more?" Feng Yunmo melted into a sword as he spoke, and handed the sword to one of the disciples. He said: "Then It was because I was a step late that I caused Junior Brother Zhang to lose his life, if you really feel that you can't forgive your hatred, then kill me."

"Feng...Senior Feng." The disciple holding the sword backed up in fright, and hurriedly threw the sword away, for fear that he would accidentally stab Feng Yunmo to death.

This manslaughter grievance was temporarily resolved, and when Feng Yunmo asked a word, everyone was silent again.

He asked: "Master, do you know who killed Lu Ling and my Tianji Clan?"

Zou Yu looked at the people present, all of them were full of hatred and blood in their eyes, they all stared at him and waited for him to say everything about the so-called "enemy".

Zou Yu only said one sentence: "There is no enemy, everything is determined."

Everyone was shocked physically and mentally, and the silence spread endlessly.

"My God?" Feng Yunmo suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then laughed exaggeratedly: "Hahahaha! Spiritualist, this joke is not funny at all, really...not funny at all."

"I also hope this is a joke." Zou Yu patted him on the shoulder, sighed softly, he sat on the chair, lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Since it belongs to the sky, it can be destroyed if the sky is broken. "

Zou Yu was shocked, unable to answer for a while.

What did this person say?Heaven-shattering?Simply—arrogance!

Leng Qingxie and the brothers of the Fu family looked at Feng Yunmo together, with a glint in their eyes.

Leng Qingxie learned the ridiculous truth, it turned out that this genocide has no enemies at all, everything is destiny.He who has been supporting himself with the idea of ​​revenge until now, once his obsession was gone and his mood fell to the bottom, Feng Yunmo's words couldn't help shaking his heart.