Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

When Fu Yuqiu was threatened by the immortal to release the flowers, he was full of trepidation and had no leisure to appreciate the bright and beautiful little fireworks.

But this time, being surrounded by Feng Kai and releasing the beautiful little flowers, Fu Yuqiu didn't feel repulsed at all. He also thought the flowers were beautiful, and blamed Phoenix's prodigal son for letting such beautiful feathers go as soon as he said so.

After the flowers were released "sizzling", the last piece of feather on Fu Yuqiu's fingertips turned into ashes out of thin air, without hurting him at all.

After Fu Yuqiu finished reading, he turned his head and glared at Fenghuang, saying, "Prodigal."

Knowing that he loves to watch, Feng Yan smiled palely.

At this time, the stands let out an exclamation of astonishment.

Fu Yuqiu hurriedly looked over, and saw that Feng Beihe, who was still too powerful just now, was holding his chest, choking out a big mouthful of blood, and couldn't stop it.

On the opposite side, Feng Xuesheng was holding a long sword with a dull expression on his face.

"Ah?" Feng Xuesheng thought blankly, "I, I haven't done anything yet."

Feng Beihe's eyes were cracked, he gritted his teeth and said: "He really..."

Jin Wu was also stunned for a moment.

What is Fenghuang planning to destroy the golden feather of the spirit pattern?

It's just a Feng Beihe, as long as he wants to, he can disperse his spirit by raising his hand, and he will never enter reincarnation.

Why use such a method of killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred?

Suddenly there was a sound of piercing through the air, and Feng Beihe, who was still vomiting blood, suddenly raised his head.

Feng Xuesheng seemed to have arrived in the air like a long sword with flames.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Feng Beihe really wanted to kill him just now. Feng Xuesheng's eyes were indifferent, and she no longer wanted to lie down like she did just now.

Even though Feng Beihe was seriously injured, he reacted extremely quickly. He flew back a few steps and swung his spiritual power to block Feng Xuesheng's attack.

"What are you afraid of?" Jin Wu said coldly, "Since you have already broken face with Fenghuang, then you should be more ruthless. "Kurong" is in Peacock's heart, even if you kill him, Fenghuang will not survive. "

Feng Beihe choked out another mouthful of blood, and was in a rare embarrassment.

But Feng Xuesheng seemed to have been injected with phoenix blood, beckoning towards him.

Jinwu wanted to kill Fenghuang wholeheartedly, and immediately shouted angrily: "Go away!"

In the next instant, Feng Beihe's pupils suddenly turned a golden color of burning flames. He changed his appearance of retreating in embarrassment, and suddenly stepped forward to grab the long sword that Feng Xuesheng stabbed with his bare hands.

The blood gushed out in an instant, and after dripping to the ground, it seemed to be pulled by something to draw a circle in an instant, enclosing the peacock in it.

Feng Xuesheng sensed that something was wrong, and instinctively wanted to slip away.

But as soon as he moved, the bloodstains instantly condensed into a dense formation, and countless chains protruded from the ground, tightly binding his limbs, and trapped him in place.

Feng Xuesheng: "..."

Feng Xuesheng took advantage of the situation and wanted to lie down again, but the barrier condensed by the Phoenix Fire on his body was suddenly shattered by the palm of "Feng Beihe".

Feng Xue was shocked.

This kind of spiritual power is definitely not something that Feng Beihe can do!

Feng Xuesheng's pupils narrowed sharply, looking at the "Feng Beihe" approaching slowly, the back of her neck was numb due to the overwhelming killing intent.

He really...will be killed.

In the stands, Feng Yan suddenly stood up.

Fu Yuqiu was still watching the play, and was stunned when he saw this: "What, what's wrong? Fenghuang, your face looks a little ugly."

Feng Yang didn't look at Feng Xuesheng who was about to be killed, but looked at the clear sky.

Fu Yuqiu also took advantage of the situation to look up, but saw nothing.

Cloudless, today is a fine day.

Feng Li pulled Fu Yuqiu up, straightened his messy clothes, and said softly: "It's going to rain."

Fu Yuqiu looked at the sky again. At first, he thought it was impossible for it to rain, but after thinking about it, Fenghuang said it would rain, so it would definitely rain, so he nodded seriously: "Yeah, let's finish reading quickly. Hurry up and go."

Feng Yan sighed silently, knowing that the barking flowers still didn't make Fu Yuqiu have the slightest doubt about his identity, for a moment he didn't know whether to be thankful or helpless.

"Do you want to go back to Xuanzhu Tower first?"

Fu Yuqiu looked at him suspiciously: "Now?"

"Ah."

Fu Yuqiu looked at the competition stage, but didn't realize there was any problem.

He still wanted to see Feng Beihe being beaten violently.

Seeing his reluctance, Feng Yan had no choice but to say: "Then you stay here, no matter what happens in the future, don't go out from Jiazi."

Fu Yuqiu nodded obediently: "Okay."

The next moment, without any warning, clusters of flames, like falling meteors, drew black lines in the blue sky and smashed to the ground.

It exploded with a bang!

Everyone in the stands was startled and looked up in horror.

As the first cluster of flames fell, dots of fire appeared out of thin air in the originally cloudless sky, crackling down like a downpour.

It's Yanhuoyu!

The rain of flames that lasted for hundreds of miles fell in an instant.

It was the golden crow's fire that could burn all Mahayana monks to ashes.

Fu Yuqiu was also frightened, and realized it was the "rain of fire" that Mu Jing said after reacting.

Did it come down so quickly?

No wonder Phoenix said it was going to rain just now.

But it's amazing.

Even though Feng Xuesheng was killed soon, Feng Li still looked indifferent, his eyes fell on the rain of flames that kept falling, and a look of madness almost excited appeared in his pupils.

The wailing and screaming in his ears gave him an unprecedented joy.

No one dared to fight against Yan Huoyu, even if the cultivator with the highest cultivation base saw Yan Huoyu, the first reaction was to run away.

All of a sudden, the orderly competition stage became a mess.

The dragon girl Zhu Huoran, who had been watching quietly all the time, got up, turned into a black dragon with a sullen face and rode the clouds towards the clouds, and disappeared in an instant.

The fiery rain lasted for hundreds of miles, and the Tianting Pagoda and other blessed places were in such a miserable state, let alone other places in Fuyun Prefecture.

Feng Xuesheng was trapped in the formation, as if the Golden Crow Fire was aiming at him, it deliberately slammed down on him.

The peacock swung out a body-protecting spiritual power again without blinking, and the "turtle shell" condensed from the Phoenix's spiritual power resisted the Golden Crow Fire, barely being hit by a single blow.

"Feng Beihe", who was about to personally kill Feng Xuesheng just now, froze in place for some reason, and countless dense black vines emerged from his ankles, climbing up his legs.

The vines were actually able to absorb vitality, absorbing more than half of Fengbeihe's life force, which was already a small number due to serious injuries.

Some vines even took root inch by inch into Feng Beihe's flesh and blood.

Jin Crow impatiently set fire to it, directly burning the vines to ashes.

But Yin Teng's vines could grow vines again from the ashes, and they climbed up to Feng Beihe's body tirelessly, wanting to devour his flesh and blood like crazy.

Fu Yuqiu, who was completely overwhelmed by this accident, suddenly felt his wrist burnt.

He hissed, rolled up his sleeves and looked.

Feng Yan heard the sound and looked back, and saw that the yin vine on Fu Yuqiu's wrist, which was used as a bracelet, was emitting hot light like a red-hot iron, scalding Fu Yuqiu's slender wrist with a circle of red marks.

Feng Yan frowned fiercely.

Because of this continuous fire and rain, I don't know how many people will die because of it.

——Feng Yan only cares about Fu Yuqiu's wrist being burned red.

"It's okay." Fu Yuqiu stuffed the cuffs into the "bracelet" to prevent the vulva from clinging to his skin, "I just burned it a bit, and it didn't hurt too much."

Feng Yan looked coldly at the yin vine that had passed out from sleep, and then looked back at the vines that were still blocking Fengbei River on the competition stage.

It seems that Yin Teng's clone devoured the Phoenix Fire or Golden Crow Fire on Feng Beihe's body, which made the main body so hot.

Seeing that Fu Yuqiu was frowning with scorching brows and refused to take off the yin vine, Feng Yan said, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he was about to leave Mustard Seed.

Fu Yuqiu was startled, and quickly hugged his arm: "Don't go out, outside...there is fire and rain outside."

Feng Yan looked back at him.

Fu Yuqiu's eyes were red with anxiety, completely forgetting the fact that "the phoenix is ​​not afraid of fire".

The people in the entire stands had almost escaped, but when the rain of flames rained down for hundreds of miles, how could they escape, and the mustard seeds around were unfortunately hit by the rain of fire, and immediately burst into flames.

There were screams and weeping all around.

Feng Li has never had any empathy for the suffering of others.

Even if everyone in the Three Realms died in front of him, maybe they wouldn't even frown.

But if the tragic scene of the burnt monk was placed on Fu Yuqiu...

Feng Hao's pupils shrank, and suddenly swung a wave of spiritual power.

The rain of fire falling from the entire competition stage seemed to be forcibly stopped by someone, trembling and froze in mid-air, unable to get up or down.

"It's okay." Feng Li stretched out his hand and gently smoothed a strand of hair that fell from Fu Yuqiu's forehead, and said softly, "I'll be fine."

It took less than half a quarter of an hour from the rain of flames to the current scene of dilapidated buildings and corpses everywhere.

Fu Yuqiu felt like he was dreaming, otherwise, why did he watch the dog-eat-dog scene just now, and now it suddenly turned into the current hell scene?

"You... something will happen to you." Fu Yuqiu murmured, "Don't go, I don't want you to go."

Feng Lian looked at him quietly for a while, then said, "Why do you say that?"

The more Fu Yuqiu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, his mind was full of Mu Jing's words...

"I saw a lot of rain of fire falling again..."

"You cry so sad..."

What could happen to make him cry so embarrassingly in public?

still sad?

Fu Yuqiu hugged Fenghuang's arms even tighter, and she didn't want to let go.

"Mu Xiaocao said you would make me sad..." Fu Yuqiu murmured, "If something happens to you, I will be sad."

Feng Hao's eyes trembled.

sad?

Feng Yan lowered his eyes and thought: "If you know who I am, you won't be sad."

According to Fu Yuqiu's distaste for the living Yan Luo, he might wish for him to die.

"I'll be fine." Feng Yan said lightly, "I promise."

Fu Yuqiu said blankly: "Really?"

"Well, really."

Fu Yuqiu was too easy to trust others. Hearing this, he loosened his hands slightly, but quickly hugged them tightly again, and hurriedly said, "Aren't you lying to me?"

Fenghuang had never been so dependent on anyone before, staring at Fu Yuqiu for a while, his voice became softer.

"I won't lie to you again."

Fu Yuqiu was so nervous that he didn't understand the meaning of Feng Yan's words, so he let him go reluctantly.

Feng Hao didn't say much, she opened the bamboo curtain and was about to walk out of the mustard.

For some reason, he paused, turned around suddenly, and said to Fu Yuqiu.

"Look at me again."

Take another look at me.

Fu Yuqiu didn't know why, but looked at him seriously.

Those beautiful pupils are full of bright light, filled with the trust, love, and tenderness that Feng Li has never received in this life.

The Phoenix fire burned so intensely, and it never made Fenghuang feel warm at all.

But just one look from Fu Yuqiu can make his heart warm.

Feng Xun stared at Fu Yuqiu's eyes intently.

Soon, he forced himself to let go of the warmth that did not belong to him, and left without saying a word.

The pitch-black phoenix robe drew half an arc in the air, and his tall and straight figure was like a sharp sword.

Straight to the Fengbei River...the Golden Crow went away.

All the monks in the lower realm were hiding, and the leader of the Immortal Alliance who was closest to the Tianting Pagoda stared blankly at the scorching rain. The spiritual power of the monks could not extinguish the Golden Crow Fire at all.

He turned his gaze to the Tianting Tower with its door open.

The reason why Tianting Pagoda became "Tian Ting" is that through this pagoda, the spiritual power of belief in praying for sacrifices can be transmitted to Jiuzhong Tianxian Zun.

As long as the immortal gets the spiritual power of faith, no matter whether he wants to or not, he must go to the lower realm to settle the cause and effect.

If you owe mortals karma and don’t pay back, Heaven will definitely punish you.

Xianzun never wanted to care about the life and death of the lower realm.

——This is also why Feng Yan asked Feng Beihe to destroy the Tianting Pagoda in the first place.

The head of the Immortal League stared blankly at the tower that shot straight into the sky, gritted his teeth suddenly, and rushed into the Tianting Tower.