I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

That figure covered his eyes with a green gauze, and as that figure approached the broken hairpin, it covered the beautiful mountains and rivers.

This is not the real Meng Yan who broke Li Shan back then, who could it be!

Since Feng Yuanjiu entered Taiqing, he has been taken care of by Meng Yan a lot.

At this moment, seeing Daoist Meng Yan with only a sliver of soul left, seemingly unconsciously walking towards the broken hairpin, Feng Yuanjiu's heart and mind were all shaken, he couldn't help but walk forward, wanting to stop it.

Kang Xuan hurriedly grabbed Feng Yuanjiu's wrist: "Don't die!"

Feng Yuanjiu looked down at the hand clenched on his wrist, and said expressionlessly: "Let go."

Kang Xuan had no impression of Meng Yan, and he didn't know why Feng Yuanjiu lost his composure.

He raised his eyes and glanced indifferently at the fierce soul who was only a foot away from the broken hairpin. The non-black and non-white true energy lingered in his palm, and Kang Xuan locked onto Feng Yuanjiu with his spiritual consciousness.

Caught off guard, Feng Yuanjiu was locked upright by Kang Xuanyi.

At the back of Feng Yuanjiu's head was a slight tremor of heaven and earth, and a pair of cold fox eyes stared at Kang Xuanyi with thin anger: "Uncle Kang, don't force me to fight with you."

Don't let him disregard his life, so you have to fight him?Then his sincerity really fed the dog!

Kang Xuan laughed angrily: "Feng Yuanjiu, but I'm too used to you?"

Feng Yuanjiu's spiritual consciousness was locked on Meng Yan's body, seeing Meng Yan poking his hand towards the broken hairpin that looked like a weapon of evil spirits, but he had no time to talk nonsense with Kang Xuan, his whole body was full of real energy, and the world behind his head The five-color divine light bloomed in the dharma image, and it really moved the real thing!

Kang Xuan was caught off guard, but Feng Yuanjiu actually broke free.

Looking at Feng Yuanjiu who teleported to the side of the blue murderous soul without hesitation, Kang Xuanyi wiped away the blood on his lips with the pulp of his thumb, feeling that the blood was bitter and astringent.

There is also boundless magic growing from the bottom of my heart, and the chaos of heaven and earth gradually becomes cloudy.

The long-lost black magic pattern crawled out from the collar, and gradually climbed up Kang Xuanyi's cheek, covering the right half of Kang Xuanyi's face.

Staring indifferently at Feng Yuanjiu's back for a moment, Kang Xuan looked down at the blood on his fingertips and sneered, then turned around and walked towards the ruins that he had covered with a large formation.

Return to the ruins, return to the void.

Why bother to leave the source of all water alone and just accompany him to the North Ming Continent.

The large formation covering the blackness was withdrawn.

Kang Xuan stepped into the land of returning to the ruins without looking back.

The blackness that seemed to engulf the sky and the earth began to spread in an instant, covering the skylight that shone through the cold sea water, and silently rolled towards the tens of millions of panicked souls.

Feng Yuanjiu flicked his sleeves to hold up a piece of heaven and earth, protecting Meng Yan's soul, holding the broken hairpin in his hand and looking back, but there was no trace of Kang Xuanyi!

Looking down at the pitch blackness beneath his feet, Feng Yuanjiu's eyes moved slightly, he clenched his palm tightly, looked up at Meng Yan's spirit, and performed a disciple ceremony respectfully: "Shouyang Mountain, Feng Yuanjiu pays homage to you!" Master Meng."

Meng Yan's soul didn't respond, he only turned his head slightly, and turned his eyes covered with green veils to his hand holding the broken hairpin, which made Feng Yuanjiu's heart ache and Meng Yan was staring straight at his palm broken Chai is looking at the illusion.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but feel his heart move, and carefully measure the broken hairpin with his spiritual consciousness.

Taking a closer look, Feng Yuanjiu suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere!

Meditate, and carefully search for past memories.

Finally, he found the source of the broken hairpin in Jing Zhongjing's memory - it turned out that his little uncle's soul phoenix incarnation once brought an identical phoenix hairpin!

In other words, this half of the broken hairpin lingering with demonic energy probably belonged to his little uncle.

Even though the hairpin was broken, there was still boundless devilish energy lingering, his little uncle must have encountered quite a catastrophe here.

Thinking of the ruined Feng family, Feng Yuanjiu felt a little unstable, closed his eyes and recited the "Pure Heart Sutra" silently.

When the state of mind returned to emptiness, Feng Yuanjiu slowly opened his palm to Meng Yan's spirit who seemed about to move, revealing the phoenix hairpin in his palm.

Although Meng Yan's soul was covered with a green veil, he rushed straight towards Duanchai without any mistakes.

Since this broken hairpin belonged to his little uncle, it is naturally not a weapon of evil spirits, but the boundless evil spirit lingering on it made Feng Yuanjiu dare not take risks with Meng Yan's remnant soul.

The moment Meng Yan's remnant soul rushed in front of him, Feng Yuanjiu folded his palms and threw the severed hairpin into the Qifeng Terrace, at the same time, he grasped Meng Yan's remnant soul in his palm.

Falling into Feng Yuanjiu's palm, Meng Yan's remnant soul suddenly calmed down, and his figure shrank rapidly.

The half-foot tall remnant soul sat hugging his knees in Feng Yuanjiu's palm, his lips opened and closed, as if silently chanting something.

Feng Yuanjiu stared intently for a long time, but could only distinguish the word "Ruyu".

Feng Yuanjiu was silent for a moment.

He took out a bottle of milky white spiritual liquid from the Qiankun bag, which was the Immortal Dew of Absolute Beginning bestowed by his master Qin Changsheng before he conceived a baby.

Absolute Beginning Immortal Dew has a miraculous effect on nourishing the soul.

At the beginning, I had a feeling in my heart, so I deliberately saved two drops of Absolute Beginning Immortal Dew, which should be here, to repay Meng Yan's kindness, and cut off the cause and effect between him and Meng Yan.

A drop of milky white spiritual liquid dripped between the eyebrows of Meng Yan's remnant soul, and instantly turned into a hazy mist to envelop Meng Yan's remnant soul.

Meng Yan's remnant soul changed from embracing his knees to sitting cross-legged.

The hazy mist rose and shrank, and gradually became denser, turning into a thin cocoon and covering Meng Yan's remnant soul.

Meng Yan's remnant soul enters the samadhi, which is 49 days of Qiqi.

However, after waiting until all the cocoons were absorbed into the body by Meng Yan's remnant soul, although Meng Yan's remnant soul reacted a little, it still just muttered: "Ruyu."

Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to drip the remaining drop of spiritual liquid on Meng Yan again.

The white hazy mist once again enveloped Meng Yan's remnant soul, turning it into a thin cocoon.

If so, it is July 49th.

The boundless blackness under the feet is so thick that it almost breaks through the world, breaks out of the cold and silent sea water, and swallows the great sun hanging high above the sky.

Meng Yan's spirit, who was sitting cross-legged in Feng Yuan's nine palms, got up abruptly, flying in the air.

With every step, the figure grows a foot taller.

Seven steps later, Meng Yan had returned to his usual appearance, turned around, and turned to Feng Yuanjiu's direction with his eyes covered with green veils: "Nephew Feng's kindness to rebuild, I will never forget it."

Feng Yuanjiu held the disciple's gift: "I have been under the care of my uncle since I first started. Today, this disciple just happens to be meeting with me, and I can do my little work. How dare I repay my uncle for my kindness?"

Meng Yan chuckled lightly, without commenting.

Raising his thin hand, he pointed at Feng Yuanjiu Nayou Xifengtai's hand: "Can you show me the broken hairpin?"

Fengyuan Nine Eyebrow Peak moved slightly, and looked at Meng Yan for a moment, before slowly opening his mouth: "The broken hairpin has already been soaked in demonic energy, with Master's current state, I'm afraid it shouldn't be contaminated."

Meng Yan was silent.

Feng Yuanjiu touched the bloody phoenix on his wrist which started to become hot again, and asked Meng Yan: "Dare to ask Master, do you know what's going on here?"

Meng Yan turned his head, and turned his eyes covered with green veils to the blackness that filled the sky: "I went down the mountain in the past, looking for old friends, breaking my heart, traveling for more than ten years, and finally found traces of old friends in Beiming Continent..."

At this point, Meng Yan paused for a moment, "However, the traces are very mixed. I had to separate from Minzhi, leaving him to continue the search on the Beiming Continent. He searched to this sea area alone, and finally met his old friend."

Feng Yuanjiu's mind moved slightly, staring at Meng Yan, and asked softly: "Master Uncle Dao Body was destroyed, but is it related to that old friend?"

Meng Yan didn't comment.

But he continued calmly: "When I found this place, it happened to be a fierce battle. My old friend and his sister were hunted down by the elder of the Nether Sect. Even with the help of Master Feng Anlan and the fox master, they were helpless." If you lose, you are about to fall into the hands of the Great Elder of the Nether Sect."

With Meng Yan's remnant soul's obsession with his little uncle...

Feng Yuanjiu sighed lightly: "Uncle Master must have stepped forward to help."

Meng Yan nodded: "It's a pity that I am not good at learning, and I am not the enemy of one of the puppet masters of the elders of the Nether Sect. I couldn't help my old friend, but my tired old friend broke a mysterious weapon."

It's a lie if you don't have good academic skills, but it's true that the great elder of the Nether Sect, Venerable Master Feng Li, has too advanced mana.

Counting the monks of Kyushu several times, I am afraid that there are not enough monks who can compete with Venerable Feng Li.

Feng Yuanjiu said frankly: "Uncle Master can help his old friend without fear of life and death, which is already a great courage in the world. If you want to visit Uncle Senior's old friend, you must also be very grateful for Uncle Master's friendship."

Meng Yan shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and then turned the conversation back to the broken hairpin: "When I died that day, my old friend and his sister were not out of danger. Now I just want to use the broken hairpin in the palm of my nephew to catch my old friend. Qi machine is used to test the good or bad of old friends."

Speaking of this situation, Feng Yuanjiu can no longer pretend to be stupid.

Sighing lightly, Feng Yuanjiu touched the mountains and rivers flowing in his palm, and asked Meng Yan: "The uncle's old friend is the disciple's little uncle Fengshi Ruyu?"

Meng Yan nodded: "Exactly."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't mention the change of Feng's family, but said: "So there is no need to waste soul power, uncle. Now my little uncle is practicing beside Grandpa, so there is no serious problem."

Meng Yan was dubious: "The relationship between Ruyu and Master Feng doesn't seem to be very close."

It's not just that they are not close, it can be said that father and son have turned against each other.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes to hide the fluctuations in his eyes, and said without changing his face: "Are you really close relatives, so why worry overnight? After my grandfather rescued my little uncle from the subordinates of Lord Li, he took him with him and taught him all the time."

Meng Yan stared at Feng Yuanjiu for a moment through the green veil, but he didn't see anything wrong from the beautiful eyebrows.

Finally, he believed Feng Yuanjiu's words, and he was no longer attached to the half-cut hairpin.

Feng Yuanjiu was just about to ask Meng Yan what his future plans were, if he should escort him back to the mountain to reincarnate and re-cultivate, or to find another magic method to turn into spiritual practice, then he saw a black and black sudden riot | Scroll to the space created by Feng Yuanjiu.

Meng Yan looked at the raging black under his feet through the green veil.

After seeing the icy blue dots among the churning black waves, his expression suddenly changed: "Is this the source of all water?"

Feng Yuanjiu nodded: "Exactly."

Meng Yan suddenly floated towards Feng Yuanjiu, urging: "Let's go! This is someone who is not afraid of death to capture the source of ten thousand waters, and was backlashed by the source of ten thousand waters, and my nephew will accompany that madman to fight the Tao The body is paid to the source of ten thousand waters!"

Thinking of the missing Kang Xuanyi, Feng Yuanjiu's expression changed instantly.

Immediately, Meng Yan was taken into Qifeng Terrace without any explanation, and then headed towards the black depths against the huge waves.

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