I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The sky is pitch black, devouring the sky and the earth.

The monstrous black and huge waves swept across the sky, as if to turn this sea area into nothingness, and return it to the emptiness of heaven and earth.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his hand and threw the tortoise shell caught on his little finger.

The tortoise shell floated in the air, blooming with hazy five-color brilliance in the blackness, and turned into a magic robe filled with five-color smoothness to cover Feng Yuanjiu's body.

This robe is different from before.

Originally, the hem of the robe was only filled with clouds and mists of five colors, but now there are countless shadow patterns of turtle demons.

As the hem of the robe swayed lightly, the thousands of dark patterns of turtle monsters surged, as if they would turn into turtle monsters at any moment, crawl out from the five-colored clouds and mists, and fight for Feng Yuanjiu.

Fengyuan Jiuzhenyuan is transported in the eyes, and the huge waves can be seen far and wide.

It can be seen that in the huge waves, there is a little bit of star blue in the center of each huge wave, the closer to the huge waves in the black depths, the more star blue in the center of the waves.

These star blues, like bright lights in the darkness, want to guide Feng Yuanjiu.

However, Feng Yuanjiu no longer dared to act rashly.

He didn't know anything about the black sky, he only knew that it was the source of all water.

Just now I was worried about Kang Xuanyi, and in a hurry, I was able to rely on a solitary courage to enter this source of ten thousand waters. At this time, my rationality returned, and I calmed down. I was in this blackness with no direction and no direction, but I regained my cautiousness. careful.

It's not that he is no longer worried about Kang Xuanyi, but he is afraid that before he finds Kang Xuanyi, he will get lost in the darkness and miss the good opportunity to find Kang Xuanyi.

With a pair of cold fox eyes, staring at the dots of Xinglan Changlu, pinching his fingers and divination.

However, it only came to nothingness.

This black source of ten thousand waters not only blocked the cultivator's consciousness, but also disturbed the secrets of heaven.

In other words, what happened in this darkness is unpredictable.

In other words, it is this black land that jumps out of the five elements in a disguised form and is not bound by the way of heaven.

No wonder Yuan Yi was able to deceive Heaven and set up a situation of resurrection, but he was really not a chief and lost to luck.

It's no wonder that his little uncle, who worshiped in the Tianji Pavilion and is the best at avoiding evil, became enlightened in this sea area.

He is a novice with common sense, and the almighty Kang Xuanyi is not around, and the secrets are unpredictable.

Feng Yuanjiu weighed for a moment between Tu Chenglu in the spirit beast bag and Meng Yan's spirit in Qifengtai, and then decisively separated his consciousness and entered Qifengtai.

In Fengfeng Terrace, the group of black elves grew stronger and stronger.

As soon as Feng Yuanjiu's body of spiritual consciousness entered this realm, the strongest black elf flew to his side and danced around him.

The black elf was facing Kang Xuanyi's face, dancing in an ethereal manner, like a male peacock courting a mate, with its most gorgeous tail feathers spread out.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the half-foot tall elf for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand.

The black elf flew around Feng Yuanjiu, landed lightly on Feng Yuanjiu's gleaming white palm, and showed Feng Yuanjiu a smile exactly like Kang Xuanyi's.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the black elf expressionlessly and slowly closed his fingers. However, when his finger pulp touched the black elf's wings condensed with spiritual energy, he suddenly opened his palm again.

Feng Yuanjiu sighed softly, raised his hand and threw out the black elf.

Rao knew that this was just a demon with Kang Xuanyi's face, but he couldn't kill it without hesitation.

This demon is destined to be killed.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered her eyes, staring at her palm and chuckling.

But he didn't expect that he would have such a demon when he asked himself that he had no external object and asked with all his heart.

With a slight movement of his mind, Feng Yuanjiu's divine consciousness branch|body teleported from the vast sea of ​​purple flowers to the crown of the giant tree where the wooden house is located.

Above the dense canopy of trees.

Meng Yan sat in the middle, with strands of inspiration surrounding him, the body of the soul was actually much more solid than before.

Momentum adjusts the flow rate of time, and temporarily adjusts the internal and external ratio from 100:1 to 1:100.

Moved a centering seat from the wooden house and placed it opposite Meng Yan, Feng Yuanjiu sat on the centering seat, and called Meng Yan unhurriedly: "I have some doubts in my heart, please enlighten me."

The dense fog of inspiration surrounding Meng Yan's body suddenly began to swell.

After repeating this cycle for three times, the inspiration dissipated, and Meng Yan slowly said: "The source of all water is also called Guixu. Guixu is where all things return. The market of heaven and earth is not only the place of life, but also the place of death. No one dared to enter."

It is both a place of life and a place of death, so it must be extremely dangerous.

Feng Yuanjiu habitually pinched the turtle's back scute on his little finger, but found nothing.

Pinching his little finger and being silent for a moment, Feng Yuanjiu's eyes flashed a look of worry: "Master, do you know how to tell the direction in the land of returning to the void?"

Meng Yan tilted his head slightly, as if glancing at the northwest corner of the middle of the realm: "Nephew, is he going to return to the ruins with his body?"

Feng Yuanjiu nodded: "Disciple wants to go to the source of ten thousand waters."

Meng Yan's face changed slightly: "You are the first disciple under Shouyang Mountain, you should think twice before acting."

Feng Yuanjiu said indifferently: "The disciple's heart to return to the ruins is the same as my master's heart to leave the mountain and break through obstacles in the past."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Yan knew that Feng Yuanjiu had made up his mind and no one could stop him.

Meng Yan pinched his fingers and wanted to ask the secret, but he thought that this small place was in the ruins of return, so he had to accept the seal: "In the ruins of return, the black nothingness is the root of extinction, and the ice-blue starlight is the root of life." The source. The source of all water is located in the eye of the ruins, and it is the place where the source of life gathers..."

As he spoke, Meng Yan raised his finger, and imprinted a landscape composed of black and blue into the center of Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows, "This is the map I drew based on the memory of being trapped in the ruins after I recovered my memory."

Feng Yuanjiu's thoughts moved slightly, and the Kantu map condensed by Meng Yan's soul power instantly unfolded in his mind, turning into a magnificent scene composed of black and ice blue.

After carefully looking at the Kanyu map, Feng Yuanjiu looked at Meng Yan: "What are the origins of life?"

Meng Yan nodded: "It should be."

Feng Yuanjiu got up and thanked Mengyan, and left Qifengtai with a thought.

Now that he knew that the source of life was indeed the guiding light, Feng Yuanjiu no longer hesitated, and followed the dense starlight directly towards the deepest part of the dark land - the Eye of Guixu.

In the land of nothingness, there is no sun rising and moon setting, no fighting and star shifting.

Feng Yuanjiu walked through the blackness for an unknown amount of time, only when he felt that the dense emptiness began to corrode the five-colored clouds and mists on his body, he saw a clear and magnificent ice-blue sea of ​​stars.

Above the sea of ​​stars, cultivator Xuan Yi stood with his hands behind his back.

Langlang is like the sun and the moon in his bosom, solemn like a green pine on a rock, his spirit is heroic, his eyes are like an ancient pool, half of his jade face is full of light, wind and moon, and half of his face is covered with magic patterns, his light-colored thin lips hold a three-point smile, looking at the world with contempt, mocking the world common people.

It was Kang Xuanyi, the apprentice he was all too familiar with.

However, separated by thousands of feet of blackness, he stared at Kang Xuanyi in the sea of ​​stars.

However, Feng Yuanjiu only saw the boundless silence and indifference in those deep and sharp phoenix eyes, no familiar smirk, no inadvertent tenderness.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned and stroked his little finger.

The five-color hazy spiritual mist-shrouded magic robe is automatic without wind. On the robe, lifelike turtle monsters climb out of the five-color spiritual mist one by one, with their limbs connected, end to end, forming a foot-wide gap with Feng Yuanjiu's feet. The path gradually spread to the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Feng Yuanjiu no longer hesitated, stepped onto the path, walked towards the icy blue sea of ​​stars, and walked towards Kang Xuanyi in the middle of the sea of ​​stars.

Look thousands of feet away, walk thousands of miles with one step.

Feng Yuan walks in nine styles, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy who will rise to the ground at any time, or like a demon walking towards the boundless abyss, walking calmly and firmly.

Thousands of miles away, if it is on the mainland of Kyushu, it is just a snap of the fingers for monk Dongxuan. However, in this land of return to the source of thousands of waters, it took Feng Yuanjiu a full 99 years to walk.

In 99, I came to the source of all water—the ice-blue sea of ​​stars, but I couldn't make any further progress.

Across the sea of ​​stars less than a hundred feet away, Feng Yuanjiu and Kang Xuanyi looked at each other from a distance.

The indifference in Kang Xuan's eyes caused Feng Yuanjiu's mood to fluctuate, and the dense magic lines on Kang Xuan's face made Feng Yuanjiu feel distressed, and he couldn't help calling softly: "Uncle Kang."

Kang Xuan's eyebrows twitched, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes finally had emotions, but they were presumptuous, indifferent, and even vile.

The gaze that should never belong to Kang Xuanyi wandered wantonly on him, Feng Yuanjiu felt a little uncomfortable for no reason: "Senior Brother Kang."

Kang Xuan's eyes fell on Feng Yuanjiu's face, and he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Who are you?"

Feng Yuanjiu stared at Kang Xuanyi, with scrutiny hidden in his gaze: "Brother."

Kang Xuan smiled.

The smile was a smile exaggerated by magic, Kang Xuanyi seemed to be chewing, chewing on the changes in Feng Yuanjiu's address to him: "Kang, Shi, Uncle, Kang, Shi, Brother, Brother..."

Such whispering whispers are really embarrassing, Feng Yuanjiu's brows are slightly wrinkled, and his ears can't help but turn red.

"Heh!" Kang Xuanyi laughed lightly, and the sight that fell on Feng Yuanjiu became more unscrupulous, even tinged with evil, "If you want to recommend yourself to the deity, you should be sincere..."

Kang Xuan raised his fingers and flicked, as if he had scratched off the magic robe on Feng Yuanjiu's body, and sneered, "At least you should take off the magic robe, and let the deity check it out, and see if your muscles and bones are as big as your face. Like, in line with the deity's mind."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, a little annoyed.

Even if it was the first time we met, Kang Xuanyi didn't have to be so unscrupulous, he looked at him like looking at a furnace.

However, Kang Xuan didn't care much about Feng Yuanjiu's annoyance, or Feng Yuanjiu's annoyance aroused his even stronger interest.

As soon as Kang Xuan thought about it, the crystal bridge was born under his feet, but it did not spread to Feng Yuanjiu's feet.

Jingqiao stopped spreading at a distance of nine feet away from Fengyuan, and Kang Xuanyi spared no time to give alms: "Take it off. If your body and flesh are satisfactory to the deity, the deity will allow you to come to serve once."

Looking at Feng Yuanjiu's benevolent face, Feng Yuanjiu rubbed the phalanx of his little finger, his hand was a little itchy - he wanted to cut someone.

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