Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The huge wings made of crimson fire flash across the air, leaving a smooth and bright silhouette, like thousands of butterflies gathering, flapping their wings to pierce the long night, laying a layer of radiant background for thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Thousands of mountains came to congratulate, Vientiane rang in the morning, and all the creatures knelt down for a while, offering the most sincere surrender to the newborn gods.

Thick black mist poured down from the sky and spread across the land like a tide. The vegetation and trees shrouded in the black mist gradually lost their vitality. Hot magma surged up one after another, and the crazily growing flames cheered for the gods born in the night.

Feng Zhiyuan was covered with red burning flames, like the light of the dawn, tore through the shackles of the black mist, and swept away the dead silence that swept the earth. He lowered his eyes in mid-air, his eyes that should have been eager were full of gloom and dead silence.

Yin Su and the others who came from afar were stunned, and Qinglong's huge dragon eyes were full of shock and panic. He hung in the sky above Wuji Mountain blankly, unable to make any gestures towards the person who didn't have a trace of familiarity all over his body. reaction.

Yan Fangshi was crying and laughing, nothing happened, nothing happened, his lord was still alive, he seemed insignificant to the huge dragon of Yinsu, like sand thrown into the sea, facing the only strange color in the night sky , he sighed and stood up: "My lord..."

The evil spirits who followed turned pale with fright, and ran like headless chickens, shouting as they fled: "The devil is resurrected, the devil is resurrected..."

Yinsu silently turned into a human form, and before the people who fell from the air had time to move, they were caught by a handful of dots of floating light, and gently placed beside the Broken Soul Cliff.

Feng Zhiyuan was like a phoenix reborn from Nirvana, whistling and whipping up a gust of wind, he rushed towards them from a distance. He walked down from the sky, and his huge wings slowly turned into floating lights and scattered in the air.

The sound of piercing the air continued, Feng Zhiyuan didn't lift his eyelids, he directly raised his hand to crush the incoming arrows, the faint halo was completely swallowed by the flames from his palm.

Yan Fangshi was shocked, and grabbed Yin Su by the collar: "Are you crazy, how dare you!"

Only then did the murderous intent emerge, Yan Fangshi never thought that the arrow aimed at Feng Zhiyuan would be shot by Yinsu.

Jiang Jiulan and Jiang Jiu'an stood on the left and right sides of Yan Fangshi, their spears were clanging, and they were heavily pestered on the ground. Jiang Jiu'an raised his brows angrily, and scolded, "Yinsu, what are you going crazy about? Just now you suddenly changed into a human form, and now you are Do something so disrespectful to the lord, do you want to betray the lord!"

These words hit Yin Su somewhere sore, a thin layer of dragon scales appeared on his face, and the anger in his eyes almost gushed out: "What kind of master is he!"

Yin Su brushed away the person in front of him, and the black Qianjun bow was lying in front of him. He shot the feathered arrows just now. The tip pointed straight at Feng Zhiyuan's throat.

The incident happened suddenly, and the Jiang sisters aimed their guns at Yinsu's chest immediately. No matter what, they would never watch Yinsu attack Feng Zhiyuan.

When Qu Guizhu helped Yan Fang up, she still couldn't understand what happened in front of her eyes, why Yin Su suddenly became like this, obviously not long ago he was clamoring to follow the fallen Feng Zhiyuan to death.

Everyone stood between Yinsu and Feng Zhiyuan, Yan Fangshi went straight to meet Yinsu's arrow point, every word was like blood quenched, fierce like a wolf cub, he gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know why you It suddenly became like this, but if you want to hurt the lord, let this arrow go through my body first!"

Jiang Jiulan exclaimed: "The landlord!"

Yinsu was trembling all over. No matter what they said, they had spent some time together. It was impossible for them to have no feelings at all. His hand holding the bow tightened even more, so tight that it began to tremble. The arrow stagnated and finally fell into the Stalemate, unable to shoot for a long time.

Seeing this, Qu Guizhu quickly persuaded him: "Silly dragon...Yinsu, please calm down first, if there is something you can't talk about properly, put down the bow and arrow, have you misunderstood something?"

Yin Su's eyes were reddened, his face changed frequently, from anger to grief, he asked with a hoarse voice, "I misunderstood? Okay, Feng Zhiyuan, tell me, are you really Feng Zhiyuan?" deep?"

What he said was a little inexplicable at first. Everyone only knew that Feng Zhiyuan was the lord of the demon world, and they didn't know that there was another Fengzhiyuan in ancient times. Years ago, they were wiped away one by one by Yan Xi with colored glaze.

Now the only ones who know it are the ghosts and ghosts in the picture of the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha.

Qu Guizhu frowned, and said, "What are you talking about, the Lord is the Lord, how could you ask such a question?"

Whispering voices sounded from all around, it was the evil spirits who came to Wuji Mountain with everyone, they were all prostrate on the ground, afraid to raise their heads, repeating two words in a low voice: "My lord, my lord, my lord... ..."

Yin Su suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, his laughter was shrill and desperate: "What a lord is the lord, I should have known earlier, Feng Zhiyuan is Feng Zhiyuan, who else can have this name?"

He looked at Feng Zhiyuan through Yan Fangshi who was standing in front of him, like a beast roaring in despair, with the fierceness of a desperate fight, and the maliciousness pouring down like rain: "Whoever can be called 'Feng Zhiyuan', Naturally, there is only the devil who deserved to die in the Battle of Fengyuan thousands of years ago!"

The Misfortune Demon's head is a vicious curse, but it is indeed a vicious curse.

The cursed person is Feng Zhiyuan, and the perpetrators are all the people in the world.

From ancient times to the present, this has never changed.

The world's suspicious eyes are like ghosts and ghosts, and everyone's mouth melts gold and burns bones. He should have stood in the world aboveboard, but his bones were ground to pieces, and he was crushed under his feet by gossip.

He died in flames, without explanation.

The world is not worthy.

"The devil of the world? Heh." Feng Zhiyuan's expression was indifferent, his calm eyes swept over the crowd, and when they stopped on Yan Fangshi, he sighed softly and said, "Ah Zhen, get out of the way."

His voice was gentle, like the wind blowing through the valley, and like the mist in the morning, but it carried an undeniable majesty.

In the past, he didn't dare to face it, and only killed all the commanding people. Now, he will face all wind and frost swords, and break the guns and spears pointed at him one by one, and will never let anyone protect him again. And lose life.

Yan Fangshi clenched his hands tightly, his shoulders shrugged, his whole body was like a tight string, he pressed against the arrow point, without moving an inch: "Forgive me... Obedience!"

This is the first time he has refused Feng Zhiyuan's order, and it is also a step that he will never be able to retreat. He doesn't understand what a destructive demon is. Feng Zhiyuan is a demon in the first place. I can't hear the phrase "should have died thousands of years ago".

Yan Fangshi's body couldn't bear the heavy emotional fluctuations. As soon as he grasped Yinsu's longbow, his eyes were full of stubbornness: "There is no criterion in the world to judge whether you should die or not. What kind of identity do you use to say that?" This kind of talk, so what about the troublesome devil, you are the one who kept calling 'Master', and you are the one who is shouting to be beaten and killed now, the dirty style of your Qinglong clan really makes me sick."

As the owner of Yanhua Building, you show people with a gentle face. Due to physical reasons, Yan Fang could not be too excited and never said harsh words.

Yin Su's eyes were full of anger, he drew his bow, and said through gritted teeth, "Feng Zhiyuan deserves to die, and everyone who defends him deserves to die!"

The feathered arrow instantly turned into powder after being shot, and the crimson fire suddenly swelled up, swallowing the longbow, and a protective barrier lit up in the long night.The long spear then attacked Yinsu, revealing its silver light, rushing out of the flames, and the murderous intent was on the verge of breaking out.

Jiang Jiulan's eyes were shattered, she has always been gentle and calm, even in the face of enemies, she is calm and self-possessed. The body of the host.

Without words, Jiang Jiu'an naturally understood what she meant, with a protruding spear and sharp moves that directly hit Yin Su's back.She and Jiang Jiulan, a compatriot with the same mother, share the same mind and cooperate seamlessly. In addition, Feng Zhiyuan just broke Yinsu's magic weapon, and now the two of them are not at a disadvantage against Yinsu.

Qu Guizhu wanted to persuade her, but she didn't know what to say. Yinsu's change was too sudden, and she was completely different from her previous attitude of worrying about Feng Zhiyuan. There is no special meaning, but she can feel that that sentence is the key and the source of irreconcilable contradictions.

To understand the change in Yin Su's attitude, one must know about the evil lord. She turned her head and looked at the trembling evil spirits.

On the side, when the feather arrow was shot just now, Yan Fangshi was rescued by Feng Zhiyuan, and the two were standing together.Yan Fangshi raised his head to look at the person in front of him, his excitement and anger intertwined, his excitement at Feng Zhiyuan's safety, his anger at Yinsu's inexplicable doing such a thing.

He was thoughtful and good at observing words and expressions. When he saw Feng Zhiyuan at this time, he didn't mention anything, but he said earnestly: "My lord, you are not the evil master of the world."

Of course he is not the devil of the world, the devil of the world is a scam, and the person who set up the scam is too clever, playing tricks on the world and gods.

Feng Zhiyuan let out a faint smile. He didn't care about the eyes of the world, but he couldn't be cold-hearted towards those who cherish and protect him. He smiled briskly, and his words were serious and determined, with his usual pride and willfulness: "I Of course not, the commanding officer wants me to bear the fate of 'the devil of the world', but I will not bear it, how can I repay the debt that Qian Youwu owes me?"

After saying this, he remembered the time when he first learned the truth in his previous life.

After the battle of killing gods, he was reborn in the abyss of flowing fire. After waking up, he immediately went to find the God of War in the North Sea, but he couldn't find anyone. He only got the news that the God of War in the North Sea had fallen for many years.

He was puzzled by the man's original intention of launching the Battle of the Gods, so filled with hatred and anger, he began to search everywhere for news about his dear friend who had stabbed his heart with a sword—the God of War in the North Sea before his fall.

But he searched all over the world, but he could only find a few words about the battle of Zhushen. In addition, he tried his best, but he couldn't find any monsters and ghosts who had served the North Sea God of War anywhere in the world.

Hearing that the Commander can tell the trajectory of the world, he went to the place where the Commander lived, but he didn't want to hear the truth about the battle of Fengyuan that year.

"Recently, some people have been searching for news about the Battle of the Gods. I see that the sky is different, and I am afraid that something big will happen."

"Could it be the punishment from Changye Xinggang?"

"If it was a punishment, it should have appeared during the battle of Feng Zhiyuan. The fate of Feng Zhiyuan, the evil leader of the world, was approved by us together."

When Feng Zhiyuan hadn't recovered from his destiny as a scourge, he heard what the commanding officer said again: "But you and I both know that the astrolabe has been tampered with. Back then, the scourge The calculations were wrong."

"So what if it's wrong, people are dead anyway."

"It's better to kill a hundred by mistake than to let one go. Since the God of War of the North Sea had killed the evil lord, the battle of Feng Yuan was the final conclusion for this matter. Feng Zhiyuan could only bear this name until his death." head."

"The world has already regarded him as a devil. This is an indisputable fact. Besides, he is already dead..."

"Tsk, dead?"

This is the first time that Feng Zhiyuan heard the truth about the battle of Fengyuan. At this time, he understood why many other great powers gathered around Liuhuoyuan. Comments are accusations.

The commander panicked, as if he had seen a ghost, but Feng Zhiyuan smiled happily.

It turned out that everything was just a rumor that three people became tigers. Those powerful people probably claimed to have saved the common people in the world, but they didn't know that they were just making irresponsible accusations with untrue news.

What's more, they never thought that the critics' criticisms were wrong.

Feng Zhiyuan understood, all the false and dirty accusations, like a ruthless hand, pushed everything to happen, pushed the North Sea God of War to give him a sword, that was his best friend, and the sword hit him directly in the heart .

It's too ridiculous to say, he jumped into the abyss of flowing fire at that time, and he was wondering until his death: Why did you treat him like this?

Now he accidentally got a glimpse of the truth and told him that the truth is so dirty.

He was once thrown into the abyss, and the magma in Liuhuoyuan was too hot, which devoured his flesh and blood, and made him understand one thing: the God of War of the North Sea was his best friend and also a god in the world.

His best friend wanted to be a god to save the common people, but in the end everything turned out to be a lie, the devil did not disturb the mountains and rivers, and the gods did not protect the world.

It's just that someone is obstructing it and trying to force him to death.

He's just a persecuted man.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't explain. He killed all the commanding people. In the process of searching for the commanding people, he gradually found out the truth about the commanding person's astrolabe being tampered with. , the subordinate of the North Sea God of War turned out to be the instigator of this incident.

What's even more ridiculous is that the reason why that person did such a thing was because of some romantic thoughts that he couldn't express.

While he was in a complicated mood, he began to resent again, resenting that his best friend didn't believe him, but gave him a sword directly. The truth made him even more unable to forgive the God of War in the North Sea.

So he began to take revenge. He made Yanxi erase all traces of him in the world, and killed his best friend again and again after reincarnation.

All of this seemed to be endless until Fu Siqian appeared.

Feng Zhiyuan broke away from the memories, and after the fusion of soul and soul, the memories flooded into his mind. There were many things that he didn't have time to straighten out. Now that he thinks about the past life, he is really lucky, glad that he chose revenge, otherwise he would not have met this Fu Siqian in his previous life knew the mind and thoughts of the North Sea God of War in his previous life.

Thinking of Fu Siqian, Feng Zhiyuan's eyes dimmed, and the conversation with the lava at the bottom of the cliff still seemed to linger in his ears. Although he made a decision, he didn't know how likely it was to succeed.

Just like Fu Siqian who guarded Liuhuoyuan in his previous life, hope was drowned in despair, almost invisible.

Not far away, the Jiang sisters were wrestling with Yinsu, the silver light on the tip of the spear was sharp and bright, tearing through the air and attacking the enemy in front of them, but in front of him, Yan Fangshi was looking at him worriedly, and asked in deliberation: " Lord, what do you want to do?"

Crimson fireworks slowly emerged from behind Feng Zhiyuan, setting off his entire face brightly and brightly. The firelight converged into two huge wings, flapped gently, and a large stream of light bloomed behind him.

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes were far away, and he looked towards the distance in the darkness. He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said mockingly: "Go and catch a sneaky little mouse first, and tear him into pieces."

The person who hides behind the scenes to plot against them and directly causes Fu Siqian to disappear, he will cut off that person's bones, gouge out that person's heart, and destroy all the things he planned with all his heart. He is not a good person, he will retaliate with an eye Eye for an Eye.

Under the Broken Soul Cliff is the attracted abyssal fire, which illuminates everything that clings to the cliff. In the dark corner that no one cares about, the roots are lingering with black mist that will not disperse, lingering on, taking the opportunity to spy on everything , and wait for the right moment.

The evil hidden in the darkness hides itself, silently shouting for the din of the chaotic world, more intense, more hatred, to vent all the hostility and hatred, let the anger cover the sky, and let the blood stain all over the place. sky.

The crimson wings flew across the air and rushed to the distant mountain top, where, under the light of the moonlight, there was a stretch of scattered stardust, which was shining for thousands of miles.

Yan Junxing looked at the fast-moving fireworks, and a deep smile slowly appeared in his eyes. The bone wings behind him trembled slightly with excitement, and his long tail swept away the fine grass on the ground. The fan suddenly pressed down violently, dispersing the ball of flying fire.

He said, "Master Mozun, long time no see."

Feng Zhiyuan's face was cold, and he slowly raised his right hand. He held the falling stardust in his palm, and the stardust condensed into a long whip, and rubbed it around his wrist.

"Single-winged bones, human face and scales." The calm and indifferent voice slowly flowed through the night, Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, and sneered, "A hybrid from the Yuan clan, you can do such a thing. Are you ready to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swiped his whip, took the stardust to condense into a long whip, and gathered the power of the stars. This blow had a deep blue halo, like a blade made of ice, and slashed at Yan Junxing fiercely.

Yan Junxing's bones and wings spread, and a huge circular magic circle suddenly appeared on the ground below him. He was standing in the center of the magic circle. The power of Zhi Yuan's attacking whip was also completely absorbed by the magic circle.

Half of Yan Junxing's face was hidden behind the bone wings, and the gloom cast a shadow on the side of his face. He half-lidded his eyelids, and smiled like a ghost: "Go to death? So what, I have never been afraid of death, what I am afraid of is the ultimate Death can't do what you want."

His words meant something, and a cold light flashed in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes: "Have you achieved your wish?"

Yan Junxing slowly opened his arms, and the warm light exposed from the pierced cloud fan drew the power gathered by the magic circle on the ground. Behind him, a bone wing grew slowly on the corresponding side of the single bone wing.

"Feng Zhiyuan, you worked so hard to find your enemy and fell in love with him when you knew nothing about it. I thought you would have a big reaction when you knew about the past life. Who knew that you would choose to kill your enemy?" Conceal it." Yan Junxing sneered, his eyes were full of sarcasm, which was full of irony, "The cruel and merciless Demon Lord is so crazy about love, aren't you destined to be a troublesome devil? The mountains and rivers will be stained with blood, hahaha, could it be that you are such a disaster for the world?"

Feng Zhiyuan squinted at the bone wing behind him, there were two different colors there, the mixed race of Yuan and human would only grow a single bone wing, and Yan Junxing used the absorbed power to forcibly give birth to a bone wing behind him. wing.

In the world, there is a foreign race named Yuan, whose bones grow wings and have a human face and a scaled tail.

Feng Zhiyuan was shocked, and suddenly remembered that there was another sentence behind this sentence: Yuan Wan was born as a strange species, which has the power to reverse the universe, and can travel back in time with two wings.

Could it be that Yan Junxing is the one-in-a-kind alien? !

Yan Junxing's face is full of crazy joy. Although he is a heterogeneous species, he was born with only one wing. He didn't care about it before, but after the Battle of Changlan, he wanted to turn the world around and rescue Xie Yan and his people, so he started to go crazy. Collect tomes on this subject.

As if the heavens could not tolerate the existence of the power to go back in time, his single wing could not open the magic circle back in time at all, and spent decades of time, only to prove that the theory of alien species was pure fallacy in the end.

He was depressed for a while, but he didn't expect to find nowhere to go when he broke through the iron shoes. In the brothel of Jiangshui City, he was tricked by Zhao Zhengyang's apprentice, so he noticed Zhao Zhengyang's stolen treasure—a broken book. roll.

Yan Junxing closed his eyes lightly, his eyebrows opened and closed with the determination to win, he once told Fu Siqian about this as a joke, three points were true and seven points were false, Zhao Zhengyang would never even try to find that treasure in his life, because it was stolen Bao Bao's woman was killed by him, and the fragmented scroll was also taken by him.

That incomplete scroll is indeed a treasure, and there are many strange methods recorded on it, and even the matter of the alien species is mentioned. The alien species of the Yuan clan only has a single wing. The Bone Wing method is too difficult, not only requires a steady stream of spiritual power, but also requires the power of destruction and regeneration.

This is a very illusory concept, "Destruction and Rebirth", Yan Junxing burned his life essence, and just deduced what this power is.

- The power of the gods.

The gods represent the heavens to save the world. There were gods in this world thousands of years ago, but they all collapsed overnight. If you want to find the gods, you must cause great turmoil in the world.

And so there is a funeral.

Yan Junxing couldn't stop laughing. He had planned all this for nearly a hundred years, and now his wish is finally coming true. It is not in vain that he has done so much: put the ghost into Wugou City, lure Xiao Nianyuan to set up the Bailiu Soul Locking Formation, and split the dynasty. The lifeline, Wen Liuhua, who bestowed "Three Thousand Worlds" on "one side's fate", secretly fueled the flames, making Wen Rong embark on the road of no return... All these combined together finally aroused the wrath of the heavens.

The battle between good and evil, which was famous as a thunderbolt, was a warning from heaven.

Yan Junxing threw the Louyun Fan to the sky with his backhand, and then quickly pinched the spell in the magic circle. He looked at Feng Zhiyuan, and slowly stretched out a finger: "I want to thank Lord Mozun, even if the world says you are The devil of the world, but as far as I am concerned, you have really helped me a lot. First, thank you for cultivating a good subordinate and trying your best to cause conflicts between good and evil."

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes were full of coldness, and he could tell that Yan Junxing was talking about Song Ruhuan, that traitor!

Yan Junxing stretched out another finger and counted the second thing in detail: "Second, thank you for attracting the attention of that demon, and for giving me the opportunity to leave a little surprise for you. As you are now, come to me alone Judging from the current situation, the surprise must have already been delivered, tsk, isn’t the Lord Devourer’s magic weapon worthy enough to be worthy of our honorable God of War in the North Sea?”

Feng Zhiyuan's calm expression changed instantly. What Yan Junxing meant was that Zheri's abnormality had something to do with him!

"When did you move your hands and feet on the sunshade?"

"Qiwu Villa, Tang Luonian."

Yan Junxing gave a hint with a smile, that the Supreme Venerable back then forcibly formed a seal with the Lord's Excalibur. He just used Tang Luonian's body to make a small change to that layer of confinement.

This little change turned into today's little surprise.

Feng Zhiyuan was shocked, it turned out that everything started so early, and they fell into Yan Junxing's chess game so early.

Able to judge yin and yang, observe people and understand life, a living judge is worthy of being a living judge, and every step is counted clearly.

There was a trace of blood in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, the magic weapon devoured the master, Yan Junxing was the chief culprit who killed Fu Sigan!

Yan Junxing enjoyed Feng Zhiyuan's unpredictable expression very much, he stretched out another finger, swayed triumphantly in front of Feng Zhiyuan, and continued: "Finally, I would like to thank Lord Mozun for becoming a god and helping me to give birth to this Bone Wing, let me have the opportunity to destroy the entire world, go back a hundred years, and completely erase the dirty and despicable Battle of Changlan from history."

In the Battle of Changlan a hundred years ago, all the Yuan Clan were pitted and killed, and Xie Yan, the war demon of the world, was crushed to death without a place to bury him.

However, these things can't attract Feng Zhiyuan's attention at this moment. He has a weird expression and his mind is full of other things. Yan Junxing's killing intent.

He looked at the maddened Yan Junxing, and felt pitiful in his heart, which was both ridiculous and sympathetic.

The magic circle under Yan Junxing's feet is getting brighter and brighter. This is also learned from the fragments. The name is Juling Array. It can unilaterally and powerfully plunder the spiritual power of all things, and contribute all of it to the people in the magic circle. The approach of a person with negative spiritual power, even Feng Zhiyuan, can hardly hurt him in the spirit gathering array.

The huge bone wings flapped each other in the air, Yan Junxing's face overflowed with joy, he didn't care about the person in front of him at all, all he thought about now was about going back in time.

Layers of flowing cloud patterns appeared on the carved cloud fan, and a faint small light cluster slowly emerged on it. In the light cluster lay a palm-sized doll, with its eyes closed and motionless.

As the light cluster got bigger, the little doll also got bigger little by little. She was in a spirit state, suspended on the Louyun Fan, showing a clear color all over her body.

The magic circle that goes back in time needs a circle guide, one is the wings of the alien race of the Yuan race, and the other is something related to backtracking time.

The people and things related to the battle of Changlan a hundred years ago have long been annihilated in the dust of history. He tried his best to save such a little guy who should have died in that battle.

Yan Junxing grabbed the little doll in the light ball, and the little doll struggled like a living thing. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the person in front of her in a daze, and murmured: "Master?"

The pearl and jade hairpin on the hairpin's double bun was shaking in the air, and as Yan Junxing's hands became more and more forceful, the little doll slowly condensed into a solid body, and even the pearl hairpin was transformed into an illusion.

"Lord, master..."

She couldn't breathe, and stared blankly at Yan Junxing. At this time, she couldn't think of anything else in her mind, and she couldn't even struggle.

At this moment, a young man suddenly rushed out from the darkness, and the young man slammed into Yan Junxing viciously, but before he could touch Yan Junxing, he was blocked by the Spirit Gathering Formation.

A little astonishment flashed in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, and he suddenly looked up at Yan Junxing, but the little baby was pinched by Yan Junxing all the time, with his back turned to him, he didn't see the little baby at all, could it be...

The young man who was blocked by the spirit gathering array was about to crash into it again, but suddenly found that he could not move. His body was glued to the spirit gathering array and gradually became transparent. Although the gathering spirit array can absorb the spiritual power of all things , but does not harm anyone.

There is only one explanation for the current situation, this boy is not human.

Could it be...he is a pure spirit body? !

Pure Spirit Body is a very special kind of creature. They look like human beings, but they are not human beings. Instead, they are formed from the aura of heaven and earth, and can blend with any aura.

Feng Zhiyuan suddenly remembered what happened in the Cangbing Pavilion back then, so the Excalibur Illusion at that time was not an Excalibur Illusion at all, but an illusion constructed by this pure spirit body with the aura from the sun.

However, why did he construct the magic sword illusion?

The young man turned pale with shock, and instantly realized that he could not escape from the spirit gathering formation. He stared at Yan Junxing, and cursed viciously: "I knew that you really had no good intentions in saving Liushu, and the promise and protection are all fake. , You tricked her into doing this and that, it’s not enough to control her mind, but now you want to use her to sacrifice, Yan Junxing, you will die a terrible death!”

When Naiwa saw the people on the spirit gathering array, she touched her lips lightly and made a weak voice, she said, "Liu Mi, I'm in pain..."

Liu Shu and Liu Ai, aren't these two children the same as those two children in the deep mountains and old forests, they really have a relationship with Yan Junxing.Then eight or nine are inseparable from ten, I am afraid that the matter of the Tibetan military pavilion was also instructed by Yan Junxing, so everything can be explained.

Feng Zhiyuan cracked the stardust whip in his hand, he slashed at Liu Mi with the whip, separated the young man from the spirit gathering formation, and then bullied himself forward, bumping directly into the spirit gathering formation.

Flames burst out from his body, and the huge red wings slammed down, making Yan Junxing's bone wings small, Feng Zhiyuan snatched Liu Shu, and the stardust scattered over the spirit gathering array, turning into a The tight shackles were put on Yan Junxing's body.

Yan Junxing was stunned for a moment before he realized it. He struggled crazily, looked at Feng Zhiyuan in disbelief, and asked like crazy: "What did you do? How could such a thing happen?"

Feng Zhiyuan glanced at Liu Shu in his hand, and returned her to the young man who was watching eagerly. Liu Ai obviously recognized him, and also remembered what he had done before, so he took a few steps back shyly. From a distance, he whispered his thanks.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't hear this thank you, he was busy tightening the shackles on Yan Junxing at this moment, after enduring the little mouse for so long, he was finally able to deal with it.

He is a god who walked out of the flames, so how could he not be able to defeat a small alien race of the Yuan clan? The reason why he endured it for such a long time is that most of his thoughts are just to let Yan Junxing tell everything. Some thought Yan Junxing was too ridiculous.

The bone wings on Yan Junxing's back stopped growing, and one big and one small looked asymmetrical. With scarlet eyes, he roared sharply: "How could you break the spirit-gathering array, how could you stop—"

"How is it impossible?" Feng Zhiyuan interrupted him, sneered, "You are a hybrid, so what if you are a different species, could it be that you are really dreaming of turning things around?"

Yan Junxing was speechless, his eyes full of doubts.

Feng Zhiyuan kindly explained his confusion: "If you want to go back in time, you are doomed to be unable to do so. Alien species are born with one wing. The birth of two wings is just a whim of someone in ancient times. No one has ever tried it."

"Someone's whim..." Yan Junxing fell to the ground in an instant as if his spine was taken away, "How is it possible, how is it possible, if so, how would you know, you—someone?"

Feng Zhiyuan lowered his head, confronted him through the Spirit Gathering Formation, and calmly said the piercing words: "That's right, that person is me, and I'm the one who made the nonsense about the Spirit Gathering Formation and the two wings." .”

Yan Junxing's expression froze instantly, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak a word.

Feng Zhiyuan seemed to think it was not enough, and continued: "You probably saw the things I jotted down before, but you can't say that they are all fake, but most of them are made up by me. But I haven't tried it, you just happened to help me try it for half a day today."

The spirit-gathering formation counts as one, and the time-traveling of the alien wings counts as half.

Feng Zhiyuan grasped it casually, and the stardust condensed again, and he slowly walked towards Yan Junxing in the spirit gathering formation, the gentleness on his face peeled off, gradually showing murderous intent, awe-inspiring as real.

He raised a whip and whipped Yan Junxing to the ground, and the anger in his heart was relieved a little: "If you didn't know that you concealed something, do you think I would keep you until today?"

As soon as the voice fell, the second whip followed: "Yan Junxing, if you want to go back in time, go dreaming, don't say that no one has tried the method of alien wings, even if you can go back, I will definitely stop you, you want to achieve it Whatever you wish, I will not make you wish!"

These words touched Yan Junxing somehow, he rolled quickly on the ground and dodged the next whip, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said viciously to Feng Zhiyuan: "It doesn't matter if no one has tried it, then I I will be the first one, Feng Zhiyuan, even if I die, I will hold you back!"

Behind him, two bone wings of different sizes slowly spread out. With his backhand upwards, he threw the Louyun Fan into the air. The jade fan flashed a cold light and gradually grew bigger, like a sharp knife. The knife pierced directly into his bone wing.

The carved cloud fan is made of special materials, cut iron like mud, and cut off the two bone wings from the root without any effort. Yan Junxing staggered and fell to the ground, and the scales of his lower body supported him. Fighting for life, he chanted the ancient spell of going back in time.

As his voice flowed out, the two bone wings slowly gathered in the air, and suddenly burst out with powerful force, a thunderbolt struck down from the sky in an instant, just right on the bone wings.

A huge beam of light suddenly appeared, connecting the sky and the earth, and the surrounding wind howled, and everything that was involved in the beam of light was distorted and deformed, turning into powder little by little.

Feng Zhiyuan froze in place, looking at the scene before him in disbelief, Yan Junxing actually...succeeded in that absurd way of giving birth to wings? !

"careful!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the side, and a black shadow flashed by in the corner of the eye, Feng Zhiyuan didn't have time to move for a while, when he turned around, he saw Liu Mi slowly falling to the ground.

The aura flowed from Liu Ai's body, and was watched greedily by countless pairs of eyes—it was Le Zhengcheng!

Or rather, it was those evil spirits!

Liu Shu stumbled over and ran towards Liu Mi, her big eyes were filled with tears, and she kept crying, "Liu Mi, Liu Mi, don't die, Liu Mi..."

At this moment, Liu Shu slowly floated up, as if a hand had grabbed her invisible and dragged her towards the beam of light.

Yan Junxing's strange laughter sounded: "Successful, as long as I kill you, everything can go back to the way it was before!"

Le Zhengcheng's body has been completely occupied, he has completely turned into an evil spirit at this time, and all the spiritual energy flowing from Liu Mi's body has been swallowed by him.

Feng Zhiyuan came back to his senses, and pulled Le Zhengcheng away with a whip. The flame from Liuhuoyuan could burn all filthy things. The flames flowed down from the long whip and wrapped Le Zhengcheng's body, burning it bit by bit. his body.

Feng Zhiyuan slammed spiritual power into Liu Mi's body with his backhand, and the young man clenched his sleeves tightly, panting and begging: "Please, save me!"