Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

Fu Yuqiu's internal breath is disordered, his meridians are scarred, and the imprisoned spirit patterns of the evil sect of the Yaozu are scattered everywhere in the inner mansion, and it can be seen that they were forcibly broken open.

Feng Li held Fu Yuqiu in his palm, and looked at Fu Baihe coldly.

Fu Baihe finally came back to his senses, and stood up abruptly: "Give him back to me!"

Feng Li tucked Fu Yuqiu into the lapel of his heart, his face was full of cold and ruthless indifference.

The patriarch of the Yaozu clan was about to arrive, and when he saw that Fu Baihe seemed to be in conflict with the immortal, he immediately rushed forward to stop Fu Baihe.

"white crane……"

Helping Baihe to break free from him, he said sharply, "Give it back to me!"

The patriarch of the Yaozu was stunned for a moment.

The two have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen Fu Baihe, who is usually gentle and gentle, fluctuate so much. His eyes are faintly red, and his eyes are fixed on the heart of the immortal. Live cold light.

At the same time when Fu Yuqiu's vitality was cut off, Fu Baihe and Fu Yuque were aware of it through the traction of their souls.

Desperate...

Who would have thought that a thing favored by heaven would one day end up in such a tragic end?

Fu Baihe and Fu Yuque reached a reconciliation for the first time in their lives, just to find out how Fu Yuqiu died.

But a living person seems to have disappeared out of thin air, and there is no trace anywhere. The only clue is the burned feather in Wenyou Valley.

While the spiritual power on that feather was still there, Fu Baihe seemed to smell a strange breath.

Like the lingering smell of water dousing a fire.

The owner of this feather is definitely not a mortal bird.

At that time, the struggle between the three clans had already begun, and not long after, the two Fu Yuques suddenly discovered that the soul that had dissipated in the world had once again regained its vitality, as if it had been forcibly put together.

Can a person whose soul has been scattered can re-enter reincarnation? !

Fu Baihe didn't have any hope for this, and only wanted to find the culprit and take revenge.

Until now...

The dying white bird seemed to exude the breath of Fu Yuqiu.

Fu Baihe was not sure, but he refused to give up any hope.

His pupils were bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Li coldly, not afraid of the cold and hostile aura that continued to emanate.

Xianzun is not a good person, and everyone knows that he is moody, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Fu Baihe naturally knew.

Twenty years ago, Fu Yuqiu was not by his side when he was most desperate, but now he wants to watch him being taken away and tortured wantonly?

Fu Baihe's jaw was tense, as if he was about to release his spiritual power to attack in the next moment.

The patriarch of the Yaozu almost suffocated.

Xianzun's vicious reputation is well known in all three realms, even if his cultivation in the lower realms is suppressed, no one has the guts to offend him.

Fu Baihe pointed at him like this...

The patriarch of the Yaozu took a breath, and didn't dare to think about how the immortal would be furious.

He could only stop Fu Baihe as much as possible, gritted his teeth and transmitted the voice: "Baihe! He will really kill you."

Fu Baihe turned a deaf ear to it, and looked at Feng Li coldly.

The heart of the patriarch of the Yaozu almost reached his throat.

But the always indifferent and ruthless Xianzun did not get angry, he even withdrew all the coercion around him, and said with great interest: "Are you Fu Baihe?"

Fu Baihe couldn't help it: "Give him back to me!"

With his stern shout, the clear spiritual energy all over his body instantly pressed towards Feng Li forcibly.

It is the grass fragrance of Fu Baihe's original shape, with a cool and cold scent, and the fragrance is compelling.

The patriarch of the Yaozu stopped him: "You don't want to die!"

Unexpectedly, even though Fu Baihe attacked aggressively, the Immortal Venerable was not angry, and said indifferently: "He has wounds on his body, I will heal him before sending him here."

Fu Baihe said with a sullen face, "Don't bother."

Feng Hao said: "The meridians in his body were broken, and the inner palace was seriously injured. Only Kunlun Mountain Golden Gloss Grass can heal him."

Help the white crane to move.

golden grass...

It is a fairy grass that can bring the dead back to life. Although it is not as good as the crimson spirit grass, it can quickly heal the broken meridians and prevent him from suffering any more.

Fu Baihe was silent for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew the compelling spiritual power bit by bit.

Pressing the hem of the clothes with his fingers, the immortal venerable continuously poured spiritual power into Fu Yuqiu's body through a layer of clothes. Seeing that Fu Baihe was no longer entangled, he looked at Feng Xingyun, who was docile with downcast eyes.

Feng Xingyun lowered his head even lower: "Father."

Feng Hao lightly asked him: "Whose panacea are you going to dig?"

Feng Xingyun's pupils shrank.

"Look up." Feng Yan walked to him, ordering in a calm tone.

Feng Xingyun slightly raised his head, forced to meet Feng Li's golden pupils.

"Tell me." Feng Yan stretched out a finger, tapped Feng Xingyun's heart from the air, and said casually, "You want to dig out the water Lianqing in the white bird's body, what do you want to do?"

Feng Xingyun's lips moved lightly: "Father respects you, I..."

Feng Yan interrupted him, and said softly: "There are many ways to kill me, not only Shui Lianqing, Youtan Spiritual Essence, Netherworld Sophorae, and even the core of Yinteng fruit can kill me completely. never nirvana."

Feng Xingyun looked at him blankly.

After Feng Yan finished speaking, she moved her fingers slightly.

Feng Xingyun's pupils slackened in an instant, as if he had been hit by a volley, he suddenly covered his heart and knelt down staggeringly.

With a muffled "bang", his knee collided with the ground, knocking out a few cracks on the hard stone slab.

"The world is too boring, Feng Beihe is useless, and you will be after me." Feng Yan withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and said flatly, "I'll give you three months, if you can't kill me, the withered fire soul in your heart will dry up and die. "

Feng Xingyun's face was as pale as paper, he was gasping for breath, drops of water instantly condensed on his face, dripping down his jaw, it looked like he was in great pain.

Did Feng Hao play "Kurong" on him?

"But if you kill me..." If it was normal, Feng Yan would have smiled lightly, but at this time his expression was still very indifferent, as if he was talking about something that was very common, "I don't have a good memory now. Okay, I can’t remember clearly whether the other half of the “Kurong” I gave you is in my heart——Xingyun, do you dare to bet? "

Feng Xingyun gritted his teeth.

More than 20 years ago, Feng Li said that he gave the three of them "Kurong". Could it be that they deliberately teased them to play? !

But Feng Xingyun didn't dare to ask these words, his breathing trembled, he could only say: "Yes."

Feng Yan looked at him with a half-smile, waved his robe, and his figure instantly dissipated in place like a cloud.

Fu Baihe's five fingers tightened, and he stared coldly at the direction where Feng Li disappeared, without speaking for a long time.

***

Feng Li took Fu Yuqiu away from Yaozu, and was about to go to Kunlun Mountain, but saw Mu Jing chasing at the gate of Yaozu.

Mu Jing's face was covered with blood and tears, and he didn't know how many times he looked with these eyes. At this moment, he couldn't see the road clearly, and he staggered and fell several times.

He was exhausted and trembling, but he ran towards the Yaozu.

Mu Jing's appearance was too pitiful, Feng Li glanced at him, for some reason, suddenly raised his hand, wrapped him in a cluster of phoenix fire and dragged him over.

Mu Jing's voice was hoarse, but he screamed desperately: "Let me go—"

Feng Yan hated others chattering in his ear the most, so he raised his finger lightly.

Mu Jing's voice stopped abruptly.

Being forcibly restrained and unable to rescue Fu Yuqiu, Mu Jing let out a hoarse sob from his throat in despair, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes that could no longer see clearly.

Feng Yan said: "Why are you crying, he's fine."

Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Jing froze for a moment, then raised his head in astonishment.

Although Feng Yan disliked him, he knew that Fu Yuqiu liked this child, so he could only stroke his fingers on those different pupils with a cold face.

The severe pain from excessive use of the eyes seemed to be suppressed by a force of warmth, Mu Jing was at a loss for a moment, and lightly blinked his thick eyelashes, and found that he could see again.

At this time, he was wrapped in a cluster of flames that seemed to be alive and floating in the air. The man in front of him was standing against the wind and heading north through the clouds and fog.

The strong wind blew his black hair wildly, and some strands even hit the wooden mirror's face.

He recognized this person as Feng Yan, but Mu Jing didn't know what he saw in the future, and he rarely rejected him before.

Mu Jing opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak.

Feng Xun didn't think about anything, he just focused on sending spiritual power to Fu Yuqiu to make him feel better.

After a while, Kunlun Mountain is in sight.

There are no more snow mountains in Kunlun Mountains, just like a fairyland.

The phoenix landed lightly, and casually threw the wooden mirror aside, a phoenix fire burst out from the fingertips.

Soon, the old patriarch hurried over and saluted immediately when he saw Feng Li.

"Congratulations, Your Highness."

The Immortal has never been to Kunlun Mountain before, and it is rare to come here alone at this time. The old Patriarch of the Snow Deer Clan thought that the Supreme Immortal had finally reached the end of his life, so he hurried up to treat him.

"It's not me." Feng Li waved his hand and took out Fu Yuqiu from the lapel, "It's him."

Old patriarch: "..."

Is it him again?

For the first time in his life, the old Patriarch Xuelu, who had never cared about worldly affairs, became curious.

He really wanted to know who this white sparrow was, who could make Xianzun so nervous?

Taoist couple?

The old patriarch didn't say much, he took the white sparrow for a hasty diagnosis and treatment, frowned and said: "It's not good."

The spiritual power that Feng Yan sent to the past has not stopped, and the face that has been calm all the time is not very good-looking for an instant.

"Is the golden light grass ripe? Give it to him."

The old patriarch shook his head: "The golden light grass can only heal his injuries, he is now injured to the soul."

Feng Yang was stunned: "Divine soul?"

"Has his soul been injured?" said the old patriarch, "Although the soul has been tempered, there are still cracks in the seven souls and six souls. This injury has brought out the old wounds."

The old patriarch didn't say that there was no cure, but for some reason, Feng Li's face turned pale when he heard "the soul was injured", and the fingers hanging in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

"Shenhun...cracks?" Feng Yan said softly, "Need, what can be cured?"

The old patriarch said: "There is a spiritual spring in Kunlun Mountain, let him soak in it, and then supplement it with golden light grass for treatment, it may be able to cure all problems."

Feng Yang reacted for a while before realizing that this could be cured.

It's just that the tone has not been relieved, and the old patriarch said again: "But remember, you must not be injured again in the future. If it happens again, heaven will not save you."

Feng Yan nodded: "Okay."

After the injury was cured, Feng Li planned to send Fu Yuqiu back, and asked Fu Baihe to send him back to Wenyou Valley.

Fu Yuqiu wanted to stay in Wenyou Valley without any worries for the rest of his life, so Feng Yang would protect him for the rest of his life.

The old patriarch held Fu Yuqiu in his arms and went to the Lingquan on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Feng Yan followed behind, keeping her eyes on Fu Yuqiu.

Because of the phoenix's spiritual power, Fu Yuqiu didn't seem to be in as much pain as before. Feng Yan watched him submerged in the water little by little, and the healing spiritual power in the spiritual spring poured over to wrap him, and finally took back the spiritual power hesitantly.

A small group of white sparrows, like glutinous rice balls, sank silently to the bottom.

Feng Yan looked at it for a long time, then turned and left.

Wooden Mirror waited outside.

Although there is no snow in Kunlun Mountains, it is still very cold. Mu Jing was shivering in the cold in his thin clothes.

Feng Yan didn't want to ask him at first, but when he thought of Fu Yuqiu, he could only frown and throw a cluster of phoenix flames over.

The cluster of flames was covered with a layer of glass-like ice, and holding the wooden mirror in both hands, he could feel a steady stream of heat rushing towards his body.

Mu Jing murmured: "Thank you, thank you..."

Before, he never spoke in front of Feng Li, but Feng Li found it strange to speak suddenly.

Recalling that this person is the reincarnation of the spiritual mirror of the young patriarch of the Yuchu Clan, Feng Yan looked at him for a long time, and then took out the half of the broken mirror that he carried with him.

The broken mirror still seems to be covered with dust, and the person with the braided flower is still in the yellow sand.

Feng Yan tried to pass the fragments over.

Mu Jing looked at him blankly.

"Take it." Feng Yan said.

Mu Jing looked at him timidly, but still stretched out his hand to gently take the lens.

The moment the wooden mirror's thin white fingers touched the lens, the dust on the broken mirror surface seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, revealing the real picture inside very clearly.

Where the sky is full of yellow sand, the people sitting there are tired...

It was Fu Yuqiu.

Feng Yang's golden pupils shrank violently into needle-like vertical pupils.

Sure enough it was him.

This was expected by Feng Yan, so he didn't feel too much shock, but he was a little puzzled.

Why does the shadow of Fu Yuqiu stay in the spiritual mirror of the patriarch of the young patriarch?

Looking at the sand around him, it seems to be the scene where Fu Yuqiu's panacea exploded in the past.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan's expression became gloomy again.

Feng Beihe...

He should have been killed when he sat on the position of Immortal Venerable.

At this moment, Mu Jing suddenly trembled and said, "It...it's gone..."

Feng Yan looked up, and saw that the fragments that were still in Mu Jing's hand just now disappeared out of thin air.

Mu Jing covered his eyes and said in horror: "It seems... to get into my eyes!"

Feng Yan frowned: "Take your hands away."

Mu Jing didn't dare to disobey his words, tremblingly put down his hand.

Mu Jing originally had one black pupil and one dark red pupil, but now the different pupils have dissipated, leaving only a pair of weird dark red pupils, like a beautiful and weird mirror.

But at this moment, the "mirror" was full of anxiety and fear.

Feng Hao looked at Mu Jing for a long time, then suddenly stretched out two fingers, tapped on the center of Mu Jing's eyebrows, and forcibly entered into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Mu Jing doesn't have much cultivation, and his body is almost a mortal, so logically speaking, the sea of ​​consciousness should not be big.

But after Feng Yang entered, it seemed as if he had entered an endless ocean.

Before taking a closer look, the shattered pieces of mirrors in the sea of ​​consciousness were suddenly pulled by a strange spiritual force, whirling and gathering towards the center.

There was the crisp sound of mirrors colliding around.

After a while, the hundreds of lenses finally recombined into a complete mirror.

A figure slowly appeared in the mirror.

It turned out to be Feng Yang? !

Feng Yang's expression sank.

The self in the mirror is not the Dharma face at this time, but an extremely ugly face that has been corroded by water poison.

It seems to be in the Nine Heavens Ladder.

Feng Yan seemed to be wearing shackles all over, walking towards the ladder step by step.

On the third floor of the ladder, stood a man with a gentle temperament. He smiled at Feng Yan with extreme gentleness: "Even if the world is against you, I will save you and leave."

Feng Yan stared at that face intently.

For the first time in decades, someone smiled at him.

With staggering steps, Feng Yan finally got under the ladder and looked up at him.

Feng Yan remembered that this person was the Patriarch of the Young Young Patriarch.

What's the name?

forgotten.

Feng Yan and him looked at each other for a long time, until the fake smile on the lips of the young patriarch was a bit unnatural, and he said: "You are afraid of me."

The Patriarch of the Young Young Patriarch was stunned: "What?"

Feng Yan asked him seriously: "You didn't really save me—why?"

The patriarch of the young family forced a smile: "What are you talking about? Naturally, I really want to save you."

"Then what do you want from me?" Feng Yan asked again, "I only see calculations and schemes from you, but no sincerity."

The Patriarch of the Young Young Patriarch was taken aback for a moment.

Facing Shang Fengyan's gaze that seemed to be able to see through him, he suddenly stopped smiling.

It seems that loathing and fear is the true appearance of this young patriarch when facing Feng Calamity.

The Patriarch of the Young Young Master said coldly: "The spirit mirror predicts that you will sit on the position of the Immortal Venerable in a few years, brutally bloodthirsty, and slaughter all four clans."

Feng Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You are a phoenix, I can't kill you." The patriarch of the young patriarch stretched out his hand to gently caress his heart, staring at Fengyan intently, "This is my secret art of the young clan - "Kurong", one part of the fire soul For two, I have placed half of it on you, and the other half has been placed on any one of the four clans.If you kill the four clans, you will not escape death yourself. "

Only Phoenix himself can kill himself.

This is the chain that the Patriarch of the Young Young Patriarch put down on Feng Hao in advance.

After Feng Yan heard the patriarch of the young patriarch Yuchu finished speaking, there was no trace of fear in her heart.

He suddenly laughed loudly, even the chains wrapped in his robe were slightly tangled and made a tinkling sound.

"What a Kurong." Feng Yan smiled, and praised, "What a heavenly genius, the young Patriarch of the Cubs."

The Patriarch of the Young Young Master looked at him indifferently.

Feng Yang took a step forward, and looked at the young patriarch at the same level, those gloomy golden pupils were numb and lifeless, even when he smiled, there was no light at all.

He opened his eyes wide and his pupils were hollow, and approached the young patriarch's ear, and lowered his voice almost breathlessly: "I heard that the young patriarch can see through the future, so have you ever seen it..."

Before the young Patriarch had finished listening, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Feng Hao's sharp fingers pierced through the heart of the young patriarch, and the blood spurted out in an instant.

"...What about your own ending?"

After Feng Yan finished speaking, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and crushed the crystal clear heart of the young bird without looking at it.

At this moment, the patriarch of the young patriarch, who was still high above and extremely noble, rolled down the ladder in embarrassment, holding his heart and breathing heavily, but he could only feel the vitality slowly draining from the big hole in his heart.

At the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out of Fenghuang's mouth, and it couldn't be stopped.

It is "kurong".

The Patriarch of the Young Young Clan said vaguely that he would give the other half of "Kurong" to anyone, so that Feng Yan would be cautious and not attack the people of the four clans.

But to be able to control the matter of the Nine Heavens in the future, how could he give up this qualification to others if he was so conceited.

——Naturally, it will be buried in my heart.

It's just that he didn't expect that Feng Yang would be so fearless about death.

Feng Yan stood on the steps, condescendingly watching his body convulsing slightly like a dead fish.

No one came to save him—after all, he sent others away on purpose.

The patriarch of the young patriarch struggled and stretched out his hand towards him, his pupils were bloodshot and red: "You...you will also...die..."

Feng Yan didn't look at him at all, feeling the vitality in his body was passing away little by little, he casually looked at his ugly hands covered with water patterns repeatedly, as if falling in love with the feeling of blood staining his hands red.

Only the blood on the hands can cover up the ugly marks.

Feng Yan finally admired his hand enough, slowly walked down the steps, and stretched out his hand little by little towards the patriarch of the young patriarch.

Those hands are getting closer and bigger...

Finally, the fingertips touched the mirror surface of the spiritual mirror.

With a bang, the spiritual mirror that was finally reconstituted in the sea of ​​consciousness in the wooden mirror shattered into pieces again, floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, refracting the sunlight like large flakes of snow.

Feng Hao abruptly left from the sea of ​​consciousness in the wooden mirror.

Mu Jing didn't know what happened in his sea of ​​consciousness, and stared blankly at him, his face full of confusion.

Feng Yan's eyes were dark, and she stretched out her hand to gently press her heart.

At that time, the Patriarch of the Young Young Patriarch planted "Kurong" on him, and he was killed, so why is he still alive?

Before he could think about it, the voice of the old Xuelu patriarch suddenly came from the Lingquan not far away.

"Your honor!"

Feng Yang passed away in an instant.

With such a kung fu, Fu Yuqiu in the Lingquan had already turned into a human form, floating up wet all over, trying to get out by grabbing the bank with his fingers.

Although it is a spiritual spring, it is the top of Kunlun Mountain after all. Fu Yuqiu was shivering from the cold, and wanted to crawl away in a daze.

Lingquan is too cold, the soft vines in Fuyu's autumn hair have spread out and climbed onto the shore, her unbound white hair is hanging loose and immersed in the water, the white clothes are soaked and clinging to her slender body, and Yuyu can be vaguely seen. white body.

"Hmm..." Fu Yuqiu sobbed softly, her face was covered with water, whether it was from a spiritual spring or from frozen tears.

The old Patriarch didn't know what to do, seeing Feng Li coming over so quickly, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, use your spiritual power to force him under the water, don't let him come out..."

Press the bottom?

Fu Yuqiu's struggling appearance obviously doesn't like staying here, but only the spiritual spring here can stabilize Fu Yuqiu's injured soul.

Feng Hao hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged Fu Yuqiu who was thrashing on the bank.

The old patriarch hurriedly said: "My lord, this spiritual spring..."

...It was melted by the thousands of years of cold ice and snow in Kunlun Mountains, which suppressed the fire spiritual power of the phoenix, and it might not be good to stay for a long time.

Feng Hao knew it herself, but turned a deaf ear to it, and directly carried Fu Yuqiu into the Lingquan.

He hugged Fu Yuqiu, and gently brushed aside the white hair sticking to the side of Xuebai's face, his drooping pupils were so gentle that Feng Yan didn't realize it himself.

Fu Yuqiu was trembling all over, his teeth were chattering, but he didn't struggle anymore, he was like a young bird whose feathers were wet by the heavy rain, he was wet and desperately hiding in Feng's arms, trying to get half of the warmth.

Feng Li gently stroked Fu Yuqiu's hair with his fingers, feeling his whole body trembling, and his heart seemed to tremble slightly.

He didn't know what to do to make Fu Yuqiu feel better, so he could only hug him tightly, and said comforting words that even he felt were useless and futile.

"Not afraid."

Fu Yuqiu was dazed, her snow-white hair stuck to her cheeks, and she was extremely weak.

Hearing this vaguely, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fu Yuqiu forgot where she was, and also forgot that Feng Yan was an immortal, just like when the two of them were leaning on each other to sleep before, they gently rubbed their foreheads in Feng Hao's arms, bringing the Unreserved trust.

"...Phoenix."