Fengyue Dengxue

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Donghuang Fusang Mountain

The forest, the dense forest, in the boundless silence, there is only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, which adds a bit of desolation to the sound in the middle of the night.This kind of night is the most suitable for deep sleep, throwing away all the tedious things, and dreaming about Wushan with Duke Zhou.

At this time, the silence was broken by a rush of footsteps. A man in purple came running from a distance. He was in a mess. The original luxurious clothes were soaked in blood, and the original color could hardly be seen. Traces of sharp weapons were clearly visible on the cuffs, most of his handsome brows were stained with blood, his steps were chaotic and his breathing was rapid as he ran, as if he was being chased and killed.

The man in purple suddenly stopped, stopped beside a towering ginkgo tree, and looked forward.It was late autumn, and white mist rose in the woods after midnight, rising among the vegetation.The first thing that appeared in the white mist was a pair of feet, cloud-piercing boots made of black fabric, with the front part turned up, and the body of the shoes is dotted with golden dark patterns. No matter how you look at them, you will think that these boots are very beautiful.It can be imagined that the person wearing these boots must be a young talent, and it makes people feel very happy just by imagining them, and want to see them.

But no matter how handsome the man is, when he stands in front of you with a bloody sword in his hand, it's hard for anyone to laugh.At this moment, the man in black stood in front of the man in purple, without saying a word, but his whole body was filled with a terrifying murderous aura, which made all the birds and beasts in the forest run away from him, not daring to approach him.

"Xiang Liu, you never thought you would be defeated by me, right?" The man in black spoke, with a cold smile in his voice, which was creepy to hear.

The man in purple, known as Xiang Liu, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, and stood up.With a faint smile on his lips, he replied: "Indeed, you have become stronger. What I want to know is, where did the Chiying Divine Orb come from?"

"People who are about to die don't need to ask more questions."

Xiang Liu said: "I just want to know because I'm going to die. The Chiying Divine Bead is very dangerous. If you can't control it, you will be used by it and fall into madness. Yan Yuan, be smart, it's irrational to do so. "

"As long as it can kill you, it doesn't matter if you go crazy." Before the words finished, Yan Yuan rushed in front of Xiang Liu, with a speed as fast as lightning, making it impossible to see clearly, let alone dodge.

Blood, blood red, the boundless blood color of Zixiang Liu's chest drenched his clothes, slipped down, and filled the ground with deep red.A long sword pierced through the chest and came out from the back, cleanly and without any muddy water, passing through in an instant.It was so fast that Xiang Liu was about to die before he could feel the pain.Xiang Liu's eyes were dull, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, dripping down his fair chin, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Yan Yuan drew out his long sword, and Ren Xiangliu's body fell on the wet ground in the forest.He really deserves to be the King of Merry Gods. Even though his clothes are torn and his body is soaked in blood, his handsome and handsome posture remains undiminished.Yan Yuan raised his long sword and pointed at Xiang Liu on the ground, as if killing him would not give up his hatred, and he still wanted to tear his body to pieces.

Just when the long sword was about to fall, a smear of red in the corner of his eyes quickly disappeared, the long whip came through the air, just wrapped around Xiang Liu's body on the ground, the person who came came back and hugged Xiang Liu in his arms.The speed of movement made Yan Yuan unable to react in time. When he drew back his long sword and was about to catch up, the red figure had disappeared in the depths of the dense forest, and there was no trace of him.

Yan Yuan walked out of the woods step by step. In fact, he didn't need to be like this. With just one spell, he could be hundreds of miles away.But Yan Yuan likes to walk, which can let him settle his thoughts, just now when the red figure in Lin Zhong was leaving, he glanced at him, just one glance shocked Yan Yuan.With sharp eyes, fiery red figure, and the speed of the long whip, even he can't keep up with it. Among the wilderness, there is only Ye Yan, the fire king of the Feng clan.Yeyan and Xiangliu's friendship is well known in the entire God Realm.It doesn't matter if Ye Yan snatches Xiangliu's body, if the Xuanguang sword pierces through his heart, even Xiangliu, the king of gods, will definitely not survive.Just thinking about that for now...

500 years later

Honolulu Louvre

When night fell, Yan Yuan lit the candle on the desk, and the red candle cast a warm light on the whole hall.Although the main hall is not very gorgeous, it is quite elegant.There is a painting hanging on the south wall. The person in the painting is dressed in white. His long black satin-like hair hangs down to his chest. Only a section of red ribbon is loosely tied at the end of his hair. With a smile, the whole person presents a kind of detached and free and easy.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, gently blowing up the delicate bamboo curtains in front of the window, blowing out a few lights, and the face of the person in the painting was somewhat unclear.A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Yuan's mouth.After a while, the bamboo curtain in front of the door flew high, as if blown by the wind, and the next moment, a green shirt appeared in front of Yan Yuan.

"God Yun Lin came here, there must be a result, Yan Yuan thanked God here first." Yan Yuan leaned forward and saluted.

"Don't thank me in a hurry, it's never too late to thank me after listening." Yun Lin waved his hand, and the two sat down. "According to what you said, I only deduce that the soul of the god king you are looking for descended on Lutai Qingchuan. As for the specific location, I can't deduce it with my strength. Presumably only the old desolate elders can do it."

"Lutai Qingchuan?" Yan Yuan mused to himself, and turned to look to the southeast, but there was nothing there, only the impenetrable darkness of night.

"The specific situation can only be checked by yourself, don't bother me, I'm leaving." Yun Lin turned around and wanted to leave.

"Shangshen is so impatient, there must be a beautiful woman waiting, Yan Yuan will not keep Shangshen, and Shangshen will go." Yan Yuan leaned forward slightly and smiled.

Yun Lin frowned, and disappeared like a green shadow when he didn't say a word.

Standing at the place where Yun Lin disappeared, Yan Yuan looked at Liu Ying in the night and chuckled: "That beauty must be dressed in a red dress, with unparalleled beauty, I never thought that the fire king in the past would..."

He stopped suddenly, and turned to look southeast, thoughtfully. "Qinchuan, it seems that it's time to go to the world. Xiangliu, this time will definitely blow your soul away." The wind blows the curtain, and the picture scroll hanging on the wall is also blowing with the wind, and the wind chime next to the picture shakes ethereal The sound, the slow flow, seems to tell the longing that no one can understand for thousands of years.

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