I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

Feng Xuan's voice was not deliberately hidden, because the group behind him heard Feng Xuan's voice and raised their heads curiously.

The person who spoke at the same time as Feng Xuan was also very surprised, looking at Feng Xuan's back in surprise: "It seems that I am not the only one who guessed..."

Heroes see the same thing.When he met his little confidant for a while, he naturally wanted to have a good chat with Feng Xuan: "Way, do you want to go together..." Sit down.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man running away in a panic, as if he had lost his soul.

"Tsk, weirdo." Everyone tutted lightly.

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The Plain of Burial Bones is full of loess, and when the wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky. Looking around, there are undulating hills or standing brown-yellow rocks everywhere. There is very little vegetation, and even the spirit beasts are almost gone.

Li Furen was dressed in white, with cold water on his waist, vigilantly bypassing all creatures, including any seemingly inconspicuous withered grass.

No matter which creature can survive in an almost hell-like environment like the Field of Bones, it will definitely not be easy.

Sure enough, just when Li Furen was about to step out of the range of the withered grass, the withered grass with almost a sharp corner sprang up a hundred meters high, and dozens of thick withered yellow vines branched out. Sharp as a sword, dozens of vines shot straight towards Li Furen's back—it turned out that the small withered grass was just the tip of the vine.

Almost at the moment when the vines came out, Li Furen turned around in a bright and beautiful way, instantly drew the cold water from his waist, flicked his wrist lightly, then quickly retracted his sword and turned around.

The moment Li Furen turned around, countless sword qi met the vines all over the sky in an instant, and cut the vines into pieces that were no longer than the length of the wrist.

Li Furen lowered his eyes, and these broken withered yellow vines fell to the ground like rain, forming a brown hill.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding vegetation, big or small, fell silent at the same time, not daring to shake.

And just above Li Furen's head, in the distance of the plain, a huge black storm is gradually forming, and the center eye of the black storm is this time, Li Furen's target.

The vast wilderness is desolate and there is a person in danger, and he will walk through the remote and boundless territory alone, just for one person.

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Feng Xuan didn't stay for a moment, and hurried all the way to the edge entrance of the Field of Bones.

This place is the first forbidden place in the fairy world. Even if it is on the outskirts, it is unknown how many immortals have been buried. What's more, Xiayue Mahuang will not be easily discovered. With countless ancient powers, the remaining resentment alone is enough for Li Furen to drink a pot, which is not at the same level as the miasma forest in the devil world.

[Whatever you want, I will fetch it for you. 】

I don't know how many times this sentence flashed through Feng Xuan's consciousness.

How can there be such a person?

Feng Xuan gritted her teeth, and without stopping for half a step, rushed into the field of bones.

When a holy thing comes into the world, there must be a strange appearance. As long as he looks for the strange appearance, he will be able to find Li Furen.

I just hope that Li Furen can persist for a little longer, until he appears.

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The storm swept across nearly a thousand miles, and the pitch-black storm completely blocked the situation in the eye of the storm.

From this point of view, if he didn't enter the eye of the storm, he might not be able to see the situation of Xia Yue Mahuang.

When Li Furen walked all the way to this point, his body was covered with large and small injuries.

When you close your eyes, you can feel an extremely powerful and alluring force emanating from the eye of the storm. It is Xiayue Mahuang!

Li Furen's eyes obviously lit up when he opened his eyelids.

"It really is here..." he murmured.

The left and right sides of the line of sight are completely endless storms. If you want to get Xiayue Mahuang, the only choice is to go in.

But apart from Xia Yue's ephedra breath, the overwhelming resentment in the storm also cannot be ignored.

The ancient resentment that has survived for tens of thousands of years will tear people into pieces if they are not careful.This truth, Li Furen will not understand.

The sound of the storm seems to be warning people not to go forward.

The expression on Li Furen's face did not change at all, as if what he was facing was not a storm, but a flat land.

Holding the cold water down to his legs, he stepped into the dark storm step by step without hesitation.

——Once upon a time, there was a little fairy who fulfilled all my wishes.

——Now, let me fulfill your wish.

Black air flashed at the edge of the storm, instantly sweeping people away into the storm.

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The storm in the distance was too obvious, Feng Xuan noticed it almost the moment he entered the Field of Bones.

Xiayue Ephedra is not an extraordinary product. Wherever it appears, it will definitely cause a huge abnormality. Obviously, this black storm is very suitable.

Besides, besides the black storm, Feng Xuan couldn't find any other targets.

Regardless, Feng Xuan quickly made a decision.Li Furen's life and death are uncertain now, even if he arrives a quarter of an hour later, with someone to help, Li Furen will be safer.

Let's look for it first, if Li Furen is not here, he will find another way.

All the way through the desert full of dangers, Feng Xuan really had a good experience of the horror of the Field of Burial Bones.

The most difficult thing to teach along the way is probably the unstoppable demon grass.

These monster grasses have been tortured by resentment for tens of thousands of years, and they have killed each one with brutal methods. They are like wolves with green eyes, and they will not easily let go of any precious and rare prey.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have to suffer for a while, but the person they met was Feng Xuan.

What is Fengxuan?

As the only little phoenix that has soared in the sky and the earth, Fengxuan's ability to overwhelm these wood-attribute monster grasses to death.

As soon as the real phoenix fire came out, these monster grasses could only cower and hide aside, or be turned into ashes in the real phoenix fire.

So walking all the way, Feng Xuan was quite relaxed, but there was still a good distance from the storm.

Feng Xuan was thinking about speeding up, when suddenly, a pile of brown-yellow unknown objects not far away caught Feng Xuan's sight.

There are quite a few huge boulders of various shapes on the plain, but this pile of things is really different from the rocks or sandy piles that Fengxuan saw along the way, and it doesn't look like the style of the Field of Bone.

Could it be... a trace left by others?

Almost at the same time as he thought of this, Feng Xuan lightly stepped on his feet, and hurried over vigilantly at the fastest speed. When he saw it, it turned out to be a pile of withered yellow vines that had been chopped into pieces.

The vine had probably been cut off for several days, and the vine had already shown signs of shrinking.

After confirming that there was no danger around, Feng Xuan stretched out his hand to pick up one, and with just one simple movement, Feng Xuan froze in place for an instant.

He pursed his lips tightly, and unconsciously exerted force on his fingertips. He clearly recognized the sword energy from the broken part of the vine, it was Li Furen's sword energy.

Li Furen has been here!

And the front here is the direction of the black storm.

With a fire, Feng Xuan burned the mountain of dead branches of vines to ashes, and the sword energy blew the ashes away, revealing an extremely inconspicuous small withered grass with a broken tip.

Feng Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he asked coldly, "Where did that person go?"

The withered grass seems to be really just a fragile withered grass, still weakly nested in the yellow sand, broken and broken like eggplants beaten by frost, listless.

Feng Xuan then sneered, turned her fingertips slightly, and the real fire of the Phoenix poured out instantly, tightly surrounding the withered grass, and the hot real fire roasted the withered grass to make a scorching sound of hissing.

The withered grass finally trembled in fear, and flinched desperately into the yellow sand.

It turned out that the withered grass had extremely tenacious vitality, even though Li Furen cut off almost all the vines, it still didn't die, instead it escaped by feigning death.

Feng Xuan's tone was as sharp as a sword: "I don't want to ask a second time."

As he said, the real fire actually became more and more raging, as if a fire had burned the dead grass to ashes.

Phoenix True Fire is almost the natural enemy of all vegetation-like creatures. How dare the withered grass not follow suit, and immediately grow thick and short vines, pointing Feng Xuan in the direction from afar.

Sweeping in this direction, it is the location of the black storm.

"If you lie to me, I will set a fire to burn this place clean."

Feng Xuan didn't say a word, the vine shivered and retracted into the ground until it returned to the original appearance of withered grass, but the tips of the withered leaves were still pointing in the direction of the black storm.

It seemed that Li Furen had indeed gone this way.

Feng Xuan didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed towards the black storm with the fastest speed.

He looked at the black storm with complicated eyes, like an inextricable mess:

Li Furen...don't ask me to owe you anything...

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The darkness dissipated, and the first thing that came into view was a vast snow scene. Looking ahead, there were endless snow mountains, and many snow mountains surrounded the highest snow mountain. Yellow budding flowers.

The aura was weird, with a little bit of evil spirit.

Li Furen's hand holding Han Shui tightened, and his gaze fell on Xia Yue Mahuang without any hesitation.

He concentrated his mind on the sword, but found that the aura in his body was clogged—this storm restricted most of his cultivation and strength.

This meant that he had to go through the bitingly cold ice field step by step and climb to the peak in order to remove Xiayue Ephedra.

The whistling cold wind and the ice and snow under the feet were also strangely tight. When the wind blew, no matter what spiritual energy blocked it, it would have no effect.

It was okay for a short time, but after a long time, it seemed that the whole body was being pricked by thin ice needles, and an indescribable pain and discomfort rose from the body, tormenting people all the time.

Li Furen's face was pale and his eyes were dull, but it wasn't because of the chill down to his bones.

He had seen Fengxuan Wannian's appearance when the cold air broke out, the young man couldn't stop shivering, crying out for the cold day and night.

He wondered in a daze, did Feng Xuan suffer from the same kind of torture when the cold air broke out in the past ten thousand years?

No, he might suffer even more than this, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...

Like an empty shell without a soul, Li Furen walked towards the top of the snow mountain step by step without any mechanism.

He is not afraid of the cold wind and snow raging, he is only afraid that the cold wind is not strong enough to make him feel the pain that Feng Xuan experienced before.

What the boy has experienced, he just wants to suffer it a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.

This is the punishment he deserves.

It was him who owed the debt.