Coming to the sheep fat mountain, Wu Xingfeng couldn't help but feel a little touching, many years ago, here is still shaded by deep green bushes, herbs and fragrant tea, and the white lotus once spent three spring and autumn with him here.

Now it is full of holes and desolation, all thanks to the birth of the Brahma Phoenix.

Looking at the deep pool of blue waves in the sword pool, the low house on the mountainside, and the sword-casting platform with high rocks, Wu Xingfeng sighed for a while, this is the turning point of his fate, and it is also the place where the Yin and Yang Long Sword was born.

In addition to the traces left by the old sword casting of the East China Sea, there is also a dragon platform.

This dragon platform was specially built by He Qianlao for Wu Xingfeng, and it is also a direct manifestation of He Qianlao's incomparable awe of the Dragon King.

Standing under the dragon platform, a radius of 100 miles can be seen, like a giant eagle soaring in the sky, looking down on the territory below, riding the wind and waves, but also swallowing clouds and refining qi, remote sensing the sky.

In the memory of time to escape, the heart of the dawn of the sea, the surging waves in the chest, the waves rolling, for a time the body is like the rope of time and space, connecting the upper and lower Xuanhuang.

The north country is thousands of miles, the soul is slaughtered for nine days, the foot wheel is vast, the north and south mountains are hundreds of feet high, and the majestic Vientiane. It's really true, but it's sad (ha

g), the cosmic desolation.

The Tao has yin and yang, and things have physical wounds. A few times hung white and waved the sword, shaved off Zhou Lang's cloak, swallowed the momentum of Jingshan, and was also melancholy.

Empty stone walls, who sits on the country, what's the matter?

Wu Xingfeng stood with his hands in his hands, overlooking the earth, and his heart was inexplicably tragic.

How many sons buried thousands of bones, only changing their hometowns.

However, I have become a weather, and it is reckless not to go to Donghuadi.

Only see the mountains and rivers hanging Xinyi, and the dawn has the fragrance of wine.

But all men have dreams, Wu Xingfeng, as an iron-clad man, has the greatest wealth in the world, the most beautiful woman, and the most rebellious exercises, how sad it is in his heart at this time.

The most difficult thing in life and death is to separate, and a world becomes a field.

The death of the white lotus, the righteousness of Wu Qing, the absoluteness of Wu Zhen, the sentiment of Wu Yi, and the sadness of Wu Che. Each one became a moving symbol, turning into countless fragments that he loaded into his chest.

The place of life, the soul of the soul, there is a life without a soul, and it is difficult to fall.

Longtai is deep, afraid of Tiancheng and the sea, monopolizing the cold river smoke and flying away, and the sword and soul are engraved in the soul.

Wu Xingfeng wrote while reading, and the sparks of the yin and yang long sword splashed, leaving a song from the stone pillar of Longtai, which was sung through the ages.

Gathered his sword and turned around, walking towards the crater of the rock slaves, a hundred miles away.

In the crater, the smoke lurked, and for some reason, since the smoke was pressed to the side by the high temperature of the cave entrance, standing on the rock, Wu Xingfeng jumped down.

His body was instantly wrapped in hot magma, but Wu Xingfeng was unconscious, moving quickly along the end of the magma surge, and after about three or four miles, an oval-shaped eggshell appeared inside the magma.

The eggshell is transparent and has a faintly visible red embryo inside.

This is the primordial spirit embryo of the little fire phoenix.

Wu Xingfeng stretched out his hand to caress it, sensing the temperature coming from the eggshell, he thought that the eggshell would be even hotter than the magma outside, but he didn't expect that after he started it, it was cold.

It seems that the time is not yet ripe.

Wu Xingfeng felt it in his heart, closed his eyes and sensed the little fire phoenix primordial spirit, still in a coma, very weak.

The temperature here is not the highest, if you want to speed up the awakening of the little fire phoenix primordial god, you have to continue to raise the temperature, thinking so, he took the little fire phoenix's primordial god embryo and went to the center of the earth formation.

His mind flickered, and he appeared in the center of the earth formation, and placed the embryo of the little fire phoenix's primordial spirit on the suspended ashlar in the center of the earth, and then left.

What he said is right, only he can go to the geocentric formation at will, this is the heart of the Mixed Yuan Dao Ancestor, and the temperature is extremely high, so that the little fire phoenix is expected to be resurrected within three years.

Out of the crater, Wu Xingfeng was just about to leave, but found that a blood-red petal grew out of the magma, and there were no leaves at the root, only a strange red flower like a flower.

Wu Xingfeng was puzzled in his heart, when he came down, he didn't find anyone around, and the place where this flower grew was in the hot magma, which didn't make sense.

As the old saying goes, there must be demons.

Just as he was wondering, a woman came out of the void, it was the witch Ekora.

"This is an extremely rare blood wither, because it sensed your immortal body, and it only appeared in this world. ”

Wu Xingfeng frowned and looked at Ikera, but did not speak immediately, why did she know so clearly, what was the blood on the ground?

"Don't doubt, I'm not here to rob you, I also passed by just now and found that there are gods here, so I came to take a look. Akla said.

"What is the blood withering on the ground?" Wu Xingfeng frowned at her.

"The blood of the earth is also known as the flower of true love, it should not appear in the netherworld, this kind of flower is mostly seen in the underworld, because the people who love each other cannot be together, after their death, their blood will merge along the underground river several twists and turns, and in the place of fusion, there will be a flower of earth blood withered. Ikla explained, observing the terrain.

"What's the effect?" Wu Xingfeng's explanation to Akola was very surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a magical species in the world.

"Naturally, it's alchemy!"

"What is the effect of taking Dan?"

"Forget everything in the world, including anyone and everything. Akla said with some sadness.

"Have you devoured the flower of true love?" Wu Xingfeng deduced from Akora's expression.

Aikela smiled bitterly and looked sideways at Wu Xingfeng. "You've fascinated me, maybe, maybe I've devoured the flower of true love. None of your business, though. ”

"If you want to recall what you forgot before, is it to devour one more, or is it an elixir refined from the withering of earth blood?" Wu Xingfeng asked when he saw Ikera staring at the flower of true love in the magma in a daze.

"You're so smart, no wonder White Lotus is so obsessed with you, even if she dies and only has this body left, she will still be obsessed with you. As she spoke, Akra pointed to the flower of true love in the magma and said, "Can you give it to me?"

Wu Xingfeng stared at Ikela, under this skin, was the shadow of the demon race.

After a long time, he said, "What's the matter with sending you!"

With that, teleport away.

Ikera didn't expect Wu Xingfeng to agree so readily, in fact, she didn't tell the truth, there is still a use for the flower of true love, as long as he takes it to the person he likes, he will die on the ground and never give up.

Looking at the void in front of her, Aikla couldn't extricate herself, why this man is so fascinating, is it just because of this body, or is his previous life the one in his heart.

Wu Xingfeng has already left, he doesn't know why the witch Ikera is emotional, and even a little inexplicable, he likes the white lotus, not this witch.

Even if she occupies Bai Lian's body, he will not convince himself to accept her confession, and Bai Lian will come back sooner or later.

On the way back, Wu Xingfeng thought of Amu, the things in the world are really unpredictable, who would have thought that Amu would be the daughter of the Demon King, Mahanayi.

Thinking of Mahanayi, Wu Xingfeng thought of Amu's pitiful face, as if many years ago, the scene of hunting with Amu was right in front of him.

There is also the first time I went to the goddess tribe, and the half of the pig face I brought back, and the Xuannu waved a knife to kill Amu, he blocked it with his arm, and when I thought about it, there seemed to be that heart-piercing pain on my arm.

Memories are beautiful, even if they are painful, at least they have been had.

Amu's departure planted a seed in Wu Xingfeng's heart that would never sprout, he just wanted to protect her, prevent her from being hurt in the slightest, give her food, and dress her.

Now, she has suddenly become the daughter of the Demon King, and this responsibility to protect her is suddenly shattered, and he tells himself that Amu can never go back.

The lovely Amu in his heart is dead.

The one who is alive is the daughter of the Demon King, Mahanayi!

Wu Xingfeng is not worried about whether he can go to the heavenly realm alive, what he is worried about is whether he can live with her woman, the fusion of the earth soul and the human soul is imperceptibly pushing Wu Xingfeng, the pink skeleton is just a cloud in his eyes, sooner or later, he will have to suffer great pain.

No one can help him share this pain, but himself.

Everything in the world is like misty smoke in the void clouds, and the possession of a moment is just a memory, and what you really have is the obsession in your heart, not the prosperity in front of you.

The closer you are to success, the stronger the sense of loneliness.

Wu Xingfeng was reluctant in his heart, he wished to go back to his childhood, surround his master Xin Wangshan, and listen to him tell stories.

However, the story will end one day, and whether the person in the story is good or bad has nothing to do with him!

Unconsciously, Wu Xingfeng came to Tianchi Mountain again, looking at the mountains looming in the clouds and mist, his heart was as ethereal as the clouds, mountains and seas, and it seemed very unreal.

Strolling through a thousand empty and free, shaking the clouds and moving the sky.

If there is an afterlife to accompany you, the sincerity of love is uneasy.

Wu Qing's four daughters, just like their names, are deeply engraved in Wu Xingfeng's heart, but it is not true love, maybe their appearance is a love relationship arranged by the Mixed Yuan Daozu for himself, this relationship is a love that he does not want to forget, but he can't accompany it.

Wu Xingfeng has always been lucky, maybe the Mixed Yuan Dao Ancestor saw his past and erased his truth, leaving only vain reverie.

No matter how powerful he is, he is a person after all, it is unimaginable, lonely and empty to Vientiane, often lovesick and silent, how tragic and silent, in the vast starry sky, how can he not miss the past.

With this fluke, Wu Xingfeng became the craftsman of the flower seeds that the Mixed Yuan Dao Ancestor sowed for himself, everything about him was the past of the Mixed Yuan Dao Ancestor, and the four daughters of Wu Qing became the reincarnation of eternal life, and in this reincarnation, their names became interesting and thick.

Their love is so brilliant, like jade in the sea of flowers, shining with the brilliance of the starry sky.

Wu Xingfeng faced the sky and smiled heartily, who is more qualified to talk about love in heaven and earth, only his soul can cover this great and magnificent sky.

Raising his hand to wipe away the sadness in his heart, Wu Xing angrily rushed to the bullfighting and threw a punch towards the sky.

This punch directly hit the seal condensed by the enchantment of heaven and earth, and after the rumbling sound, it was a snowflake that fell, and the snow in June was not unusual, but the strange thing was that the snow was falling in October.