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Since leaving Kunlun, Feng Lan has been in the Phoenix Divine Valley for more than a month. In the past month or so, I have gradually calmed down from the helplessness and irritability at the beginning. In fact, there is nothing to be uneasy, after all, by this time, Feng Lan has no choice.

Feng Lan actually knew her situation all along, the catastrophe was coming, she couldn't go back to her home, and her heart knot was not resolved...... It's just that I've never thought so thoroughly, a place so quiet, and there's nothing else but to be with myself.

It's scary to think about.

"I can't even endure this bit of loneliness, I really don't know which sect I cultivate." As always, Feng Lan could only hear her own voice mixed with the sound of water in the valley.

"But at least I can't be hacked to death by thunder like this, in my current situation, there may not be my life and death book in this Hades Palace, then I will really be hacked to death by thunder at that time, is it not restless to die....... is it directly ashes?" It's chilling to think about.

Counting the days, tomorrow is the day when the Holy Land opens, and it is also the critical moment to decide whether Feng Lan can go home or not. In fact, until this moment, Feng Lan still relied on an intuition to come to the Phoenix Divine Valley to guard, she never thought if she guessed wrong, or never dared to think that it would end like that.

Before leaving Kunlun that day, Feng Lan said to his master that cultivating immortals should cultivate the heart. But it's one thing to know, it's another to be able to do it. Because he was born in Huaxu and grew up in Huaxu, Feng Lan is blessed with some immortal skills, and his cultivation is a thousand miles away. It can be said that if she really has the heart to show her strength to compete, at least at her age, at least the outside world of Hua Xu, within tens of thousands of years, it is almost difficult to find an opponent. But the mind is not proportional to the mana, the higher the spell, the more impetuous, because I don't know what I want, just studying, sooner or later I will feel unmotivated. If it is ordinary learning, giving up is, but it is a matter of life and death. Feng Lan has been delayed to 30,000 years old, and she can't drag it out any longer, just like God forced her to make a choice.

Back and forth, within a month, I have visited all over this Phoenix God Valley. Although the clan has been wiped out, the glory of the past can still be seen. Unlike the dragon family's love of jade jewelry, the phoenix is naturally arrogant and elegant, and mostly loves some elegant things, so you can feel an indescribable sense of faith here. I can feel the phoenix family, the innate nobility and self-esteem.

"Bang!"

"What sound? Could it be that the Holy Land of ....... has opened! ”

The wind rushed towards the place where the sound came from. I saw a high platform slowly rising from a decaying clearing, and along with it, the lush plane trees all around.

"That's right, that's right, it's the sycamore, it's the altar!" Feng Lan held her breath and didn't dare to blink her eyes, for fear of missing this last opportunity.

The altar slowly rose from the ground, and after a stick of incense, it finally stopped. At this time, Feng Lan was not in a hurry to go up, after all, any race is always a little particular about anything related to sacrifices.

Sure enough, after the altar stopped, Feng Lan actually heard a phoenix chirping after a while. Feng Lan had never heard of what the real Feng Ming was, but at this moment she was sure that it was Feng Ming.

Beautiful, noble, tactful and sad. Feng Lan couldn't help but close her eyes and began to feel the emotions contained in them. Pictures began to appear in my mind, the once free and chic mythical bird Phoenix clan was carefree and indisputable in the Phoenix Valley, everything was so natural, suddenly one day the smoke of gunpowder rose, the ancient war broke out, and the Phoenix clan was innocently involved in the war. The war became more and more intense, and because of some inexplicable reasons, the Phoenix clan was actually wiped out.

It's really sad and lamentable.

The sound finally stopped, and Feng Lan slowly opened her eyes. The altar in front of him had faded away from its decaying color, and it was as bright and dazzling as if it had been reborn. After all, the phoenix is a race that loves beauty.

Feng Lan took a deep breath, ready to step on this altar to see what was going on. In fact, it is useless to be afraid, after all, she has no way back.

Climbing up the stairs from the side is a completely different feeling than Langfeng.

"That mirror ......." Feng Lan muttered to herself, her eyes unable to take her eyes off the mirror when she saw it.

Yes, that mirror. The mirror she saw in Huaxu's realm, the mirror that inexplicably brought her into this world.

Feng Lan felt that her instincts were indeed not wrong. But until she walked into this mirror, Feng Lan didn't find anything special about this mirror.

If there is a difference, it is that this so-called mirror is pitch black, and nothing can be seen. Not to mention that there is an image in Huaxu like that day.

What went wrong, and could I not go home after all? Feng Lan's newly ignited hope slowly sank again.

Feng Lan was sure that it was the mirror, but she didn't know how to open it. Tsai pondered many details, but still didn't know why the mirror shone when he appeared in the council chamber that day.

"Buzz....... Buzz ........" It's the flow of the flames. How could Liuyan ring at this time? Feng Lan thought it was strange. But she always knew that Liuyan was a spiritual sword, a gift from the clan when she was an adult. The swords in Huaxu Realm must match each other, in other words, even if the sword also chooses the master, just like the world often says that a fierce horse is difficult to tame. At the beginning, Feng Lan was single-minded, as long as Liuyan was single-minded, it was useless for anyone to persuade him, and finally subdued Liuyan, who was infinitely powerful and unassuming.

"Liuyan, do you know what it is?" Feng Lan cautiously pulled out Liuyan, wanting to see what instructions he wanted to give him.

But apart from the muffled sound of the sword, it didn't make any prompts. It's just that the voice is getting more and more desolate, more solemn, like ...... It's like a song of the sacrificial spirits.

Sacrifice? Sacrifice! Feng Lan seemed to understand something.

If there is one thing that Feng Lan has done best since she was a child, it is not to learn spells and cultivate immortals, nor to learn piano skills with her mother, it must be to dance the sacrificial dance. Huaxu's sacrificial dance is also a common sacrificial dance in ancient times.

Feng Lan slowly picked up Liuyan and took a serious look at the still dark mirror again. The sacrificial dance began. If this dance is more gorgeous than it, it is less than one-tenth of the feast in Kunlun Peach. But Feng Lan is extremely proficient in dancing, as if she has practiced thousands of times.

The dance of sacrifice, said to be a dance, is actually more like breaking the formation. Every step must not be wrong, and the spiritual power in every place must be used appropriately, not by half a point more, nor by half a point less. If you don't dance properly, you will be backlashed, if the number of steps is wrong, or if the spiritual power can't support it after the dance music, most of them will be backlashed, and in serious cases, you may even die on the spot. This shows the seriousness of the sacrifice, and those who fail to pass the sacrificial dance will be considered to be offending the gods.

As Feng Lan's every movement was perfectly completed, the originally black mirror behind her began to gradually become clear and shiny, just as Feng Lan had seen in Hua Xu five hundred years ago.

At the same time, the mirror hanging on the mountain next to the council hall in Huaxu Realm shines again after a gap of five hundred years.

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