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Feng Zhangjun didn't know exactly what happened.

He just saw Lian Zhuxian fall to the ground without warning, as if his chest was in severe pain, he struggled for a while and then suddenly lost consciousness.

He immediately hugged him into his arms, tested his pulse and breath, and made sure that everything was normal both in heartbeat and breathing, and then he realized that Lian Zhuxian must have fallen asleep like everyone else in Xixianyuan.

However, at the same time, Feng Zhangjun was sure that he didn't even feel sleepy at all, and was still full of energy.

Could it be that there is any special mechanism for the stimulation of drowsiness?Or is it just that his Taoism is higher than that of practicing Zhu Xian?

But what about the height of the road?It's not the same as failing to protect the people you care about.

Feng Zhangjun let out a difficult sigh, and looked down at the sleeping person in his arms.

That already very beautiful appearance became more peaceful and gentle after falling asleep.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhangjun took off the glove of his right hand, and slowly pressed the finger with the curse mark on Lian Zhuxian's cheek.

Skimming the silky temple hair, it swam gently on the cheek like a dragonfly.The warm and soft real touch immediately rippling along the fingertips towards the heart.

Immediately afterwards, Gujing Wubo's heart seemed to beat a beat longer, and he transmitted this rare heartbeat back to his fingertips.

When he came back to his senses, Feng Zhangjun found that his fingers had greedily caressed Lian Zhuxian's cheek, straight nose bridge, thick eyelashes, and finally landed on the soft lips.

So sweet, so warm, so alluring...

He still remembered that year, Yun Cang was invited to Nanzhao to attend the Dharma Conference.In the verandah of the Nanzhao Imperial Palace, I saw Xuan Tong, the leader of the Five Immortals Sect who hadn't seen him for a long time.After exchanging simple greetings, Xuan Tong pointed to the well-dressed young man surrounded by several royal family members in the imperial garden not far away.

"Look, your little Ding is here too."

At that glance, some emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were revived in an instant.

No, now is not the time to think about this at all.The cause of everyone's lethargy must be found out as soon as possible.

Aware of his distraction, Feng Zhangjun reluctantly diverted his eyes from Lian Zhuxian, and put his gloves on again.

The surroundings are still completely dead silent, and there is no movement inside or outside the hall.And Lian Zhuxian's last move before falling into a coma was to look at the goddess Jiexiang on the precious bed.

Feng Zhangjun also followed his gaze there, but the goddess was still asleep, and the golden magic weapon in her hand did not move at all.

So what exactly happened just now?

While he was wondering, an extremely weak sigh suddenly came from his ear, and then there was movement in his arms.

Fengzhangjun was startled, and immediately turned his gaze back to Lian Zhuxian.I saw the person in his arms who had closed his eyes just now, but now he has opened his eyes.

No, it's not as simple as just opening your eyes - Lian Zhu Xian is crying? !

Feng Zhangjun almost suspected that he was hallucinating.But at this moment, right in front of his eyes, in Lian Zhu Xian's extremely charming blue-green pupils, there was indeed a faint light of water, which quickly turned into tears and flowed down.

"Emperor..."

The small sigh just now finally turned into two clear words, which Lian Zhu Xian murmured over and over again.

His eyes were confused and sad, as if he was looking at Feng Zhangjun, or through Feng Zhangjun, looking at a long-disappeared existence farther away.

Obviously knowing that all of this is not in line with common sense, and it is even very likely to be a demonic obstacle, but Feng Zhangjun was still moved by Lian Zhuxian's never-before-seen fragile expression.

He stretched out his hand, gently wiped away the tears on Lian Zhu Xian's cheeks, and then slowly bent down.

At the moment when the breaths of the two were about to merge with each other, Lian Zhuxian's lips moved, but he spoke a sentence intermittently.

"There is no cold or heat in the immortal bones of Zhijun, and we will meet again in a thousand years... You Danmu."

Feng Zhangjun's heart twitched violently, and his whole body suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

-

It really is a demon!

Almost in the moment of being plunged into darkness, Feng Zhangjun immediately regained his senses.

He moved his arms, but he could no longer feel the presence of Lian Zhu Xian in his arms.And the ground under his feet is no longer the hard and flat white jade floor of the Goddess Hall.He then calmly deduced that he had probably already entered a coma.

This may not be a bad thing—since no problem can be found in reality, then the dream may be the key breakthrough.

I just don't know if Lian Zhu Xian is also in this dream.

Just as Feng Zhangjun was thinking of this, a faint light suddenly appeared in the darkness in the distance, flickering, as if waving to him.

There is no room for choice, and naturally there will be no hesitation.Feng Zhangjun immediately walked over.

At first there was no sound in the darkness.Although his feet were stepping on the ground, he couldn't make any sound.But after about twelve or thirteen steps, he suddenly felt a touch under his feet and a voice in his ears.

"Ah——!!!!" It was a child's scream!

Feng Zhangjun was startled and stopped instantly.

There was no way he could have heard it wrong, the child's screams came from right under his feet.

But there was absolutely no feeling of stepping on a human body under his feet - on the contrary, the touch of the soles of his feet at this moment was more like a flat wooden floor.

Could it be...

An extremely ominous idea suddenly emerged in his heart, Feng Zhangjun raised his guard, and tried to continue to take a step forward.

Sure enough, the moment the foot stepped down, the strange sound sounded again, but it was replaced by another child's cry, sharp and shrill, piercing the eardrum!

Fengzhangjun gasped silently, and had already guessed where he was - after all, there would never be another demon in this world, who would attach the screams of children when they died tragically to the floor of the corridor outside the residence, letting anyone Stampede for fun!

Not far away, the solitary yellow star was still flickering.A long black shadow dragged out from under the solitary lamp, and slowly stood upright from the ground, turning into a curled up figure, like a huge vampire bat.

Feng Que vibrated and clanked in the sword box.

Feng Zhangjun flexed his fingers to summon it out, hanging in mid-air, like a spirit snake raising its head, waiting for an opportunity to move.

On the floor under their feet, the screams of the children continued, showing helplessness, fear, and even the deepest despair.

Every time he took a step, Feng Zhangjun's expression became ferocious and fierce.

Slowly, starting from his neck, some hidden traces began to emerge.

Those were scarlet curse marks, very similar to those hidden under his gloves.Like swimming snakes, they stretched across Fengzhang Jun's neck and extended to the lower jaw, looking strange and evil.

Why did it come to this, in the darkness, Feng Zhangjun's eyes turned bright golden, like dragon eyes and lin pupils.

The noble and pure immortal monarch on Yuncang Mountain seems to have fallen into a madness and fell into evil ways at this moment.Like ice turning into fire, like clearness turning into turbidity; like moonlight on a cold night turning into hot sun, I vow to burn everything to ashes.

And this is his true face that he has never shown in front of anyone.

Feng Zhangjun approached step by step, and the black shadow in the distance was suddenly illuminated by candlelight, turning into a one-eyed old man with black clothes and white hair, as old as rotten wood, sitting on a wheelchair made of black iron.

"His Royal Highness King Ning."

The old man slowly lowered his head towards Feng Zhangjun, but there was a contemptuous and provocative sneer on his mouth.His voice was hoarse and thin, like a leaking leather stick; it was also like a pair of sharp nails scratching at people's hearts.

Feng Zhangjun kept his mouth shut and only glared angrily, but Feng Que Sword made a clanging roar and was ready to go in the air.

In a blink of an eye, there was only less than thirty feet between the two.The atmosphere was already tense, and only relying on Feng Zhangjun's last sliver of reason, it was barely aroused.

Until he heard the cry that he would never forget in this life.

"Brother!! Brother, save me——!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Zhangjun's golden eyes turned into violent blood pupils.Hearing a phoenix howl soaring into the sky, the entire body of the Feng Que sword lit up with black curse lines, turning into a fierce and fierce light!

The old man in the iron wheelchair was still grinning grinningly, but suddenly a voice that did not belong to him came out from between the two rows of sharp teeth——

"Feng Zhangjun——!!!"

"...!!"

Yun Cang's eyes widened suddenly, and he sat up straight from the ground.

There is no floor, no screams, no candlelight, and no ferocious old man in black on the dark iron wheelchair.At this moment, under him was the cold and stiff jade floor of the Goddess Hall, and he was leaning on Lian Zhuxian's arms, accepting care.

"Are you okay? Why did you pass out suddenly?" Lian Zhu Xian wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, with a slightly worried expression.

Feng Zhangjun did not immediately respond to Lian Zhuxian's concern, but quickly studied and observed his expression.

Although Lian Zhuxian's expression was full of worry, it was still considered calm—this meant that during the coma, at least his appearance should be normal.

He moved his fingers again - on the ground beside him, the Feng Que Sword lying in the sword case let out a whimper.

Really wise.

Feng Zhangjun couldn't help but rejoice that yesterday he took advantage of the opportunity to obtain the inner alchemy for practicing Zhu Xian, and used his blood to recognize the master of Feng Que Sword.Otherwise, I'm afraid that at this moment, what he is facing is Lian Zhu Xian's cold corpse.

After confirming that both of them were safe and sound, Feng Zhangjun asked, "...what happened to me just now?"

"I don't know." Lian Zhuxian shook his head, "I had a sharp pain in my chest just now, and then my eyes went dark for a while, and when I woke up again, I found that you had also collapsed."

It sounds similar to Feng Zhangjun's experience.Speaking of it this way, it is very likely that Lian Zhu Xian encountered some bizarre illusion before he woke up, but he seemed unwilling to mention it.

Feng Zhangjun also understands that now is not the time to care about each other's mental journeys and lick each other's wounds.So he simply left Lian Zhuxian's knee pillow, and turned his gaze to the farther surroundings.

Seeing this, his nerves, which had been so hard to relax, tightened up again——

Because the illusion, or "nightmare" is far from waking up.

-

When they entered Xixianyuan, it was about [-]:[-] p.m., but now the surroundings have become dark, as black as dawn or dusk without sunset.

But far more than time and light go awry.

Even Feng Zhangjun couldn't help being surprised at this moment——

Right in front of him, the gorgeous and noble Goddess Hall has completely changed into another scene: the once white jade floor is now as black as ink, and there are puddles of dried blood everywhere.The light white gauze hanging between the huge beams has become a huge cobweb that sticks to each other.The wind chimes between the gauze curtains disappeared, turning into strings of blackened silver fingertips.

The golden canopy hanging from the tall dome no longer exists, replaced by a huge bone umbrella pierced by numerous white bones.Under the bone umbrella, the holy goddess turned into a huge, brown mummy, leaning on the bed made of skeletons.

Looking at the golden bowl in her hand, it has turned into a huge skull.

Feng Zhangjun noticed that since he started practicing Zhu Xian just now, he has been staring at this skull, and his expression is bewildered and slightly desolate.

He asked softly, "why did you cry just now?"

"Me?" Lian Zhuxian turned his head in astonishment, reached out and wiped his face, "No."

"But you keep looking at that skull, why?"

"I don't know, it's just a little uncomfortable." Lian Zhu Xian asked him again, "Don't you feel this way?"

"..."

For these words, Feng Zhangjun went to look at the skull again, but he still couldn't feel anything.

He was about to shake his head when he suddenly grabbed Lian Zhu Xian's arm and took two steps, and the two of them hid behind the goddess's skeleton bed.

Almost at the same time they had just hid, Lian Zhuxian heard a series of footsteps walking towards the Goddess Hall.

The author has something to say: Lian Zhu Xian: Give me some blood.

Feng Zhangjun: What are you doing?

Lian Zhuxian: Give me the sword and recognize the owner.

Feng Zhangjun: Your sword is on your waist, how do you recognize it?

Lian Zhuxian: (This answer has been silenced, please guess for yourself)