The three of them unfolded their bodies and followed the river all the way, but they never saw the strange wooden boat, and there were only surging waves on the river surface going upstream.

"Did you really see the shuttle?"

Zhuge Xinyue couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Hongyu nodded.

Qingxuzi said: "The Lord of Xinyue City can't trust this sect?"

Zhuge Xinyue shook her head, she believed that Qing Xuzi and Ouyang Hongyu would not lie to her, but where did that weird wooden boat go? Why did it seem to disappear out of thin air.

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In an extremely desolate place, there was a ruined altar, and under the altar, there was a wooden boat parked, and this wooden boat was the wooden boat that Zhuge Xinyue and the others were tracking.

There's no river here, so why did the shuttle boat end up here, and when it stopped here, no one knows.

This is a very quiet place, and the sky here is no longer a gray white, but a dim, and sometimes there will be some colorless flashes of light, if you look up from the ground, you can find that this sky is very low, and it gives people a very strong sense of oppression.

In the distance, hills rise and fall, like surging water, forming valleys of different sizes and uneven heights.

All around, there was silence.

Occasionally, there will be several arc-shaped cracks in the sky, emitting a trace of cold air, accompanied by a sharp wind whistling and echoing.

This is the only sound here.

The altar was ten feet high, and it stood brown on the ground.

The many steps in front of the altar were broken, and cracks of various sizes spread over them, reaching to the top of the altar.

And at the top of the altar, there is a rusty hammer, which flickers with electric light from time to time.

Everything seems to have nothing to do with this shuttle, but this shuttle is here.

Yan Feifei was the only one on the wooden boat who had consciousness, but her consciousness was engaged in an invisible battle, and she was fighting for the emptiness of her body with the Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique of the Four Seas.

At this time, she sat cross-legged on the ship's armor, and the red light on her body flickered, just like her face, sometimes angry, sometimes calm, sometimes fierce, sometimes smiling.

Long Sihai's Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique was very powerful, so powerful that it seemed to destroy her will.

She had never been so persistent, even at this moment, the Blood Sea Control Divine Technique confused her consciousness, she did not give up resisting.

At this time, countless mixed thoughts appeared in her mind, like a flood, impacting her sea of knowledge, and the chaotic thoughts made her feel the pain of the sea of knowledge about to burst.

This is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, no matter how much she suppresses it, she can't control these chaotic thoughts, and these thoughts are still growing, as if even her original consciousness is about to be swallowed up.

She didn't know why Long Sihai wanted to control her at this time, but she knew that it must have something to do with Tang Bai, and it must have something to do with the two gods that appeared in the cabin.

Although she couldn't see the battle between the Li God and the Mountain Moving Divine Venerable, she saw the changes in the cabin, and she also saw Tang Bai's abnormality.

She couldn't imagine what Tang Bai had experienced in that strange cabin.

She couldn't imagine what Tang Bai was like now?

Because of this, she won't let the dragon dove occupy the magpie's nest.

I don't know how long it has passed, Yan Feifei has been insisting, but in the face of the strong force, all the persistence seems to be a joke.

Just when she felt that she couldn't hold on, when she felt that her consciousness was about to dissipate, just when she felt her blood burning, she was shocked, and her whole person suddenly felt relaxed.

This kind of relaxation seems to suddenly unload an extremely heavy burden, and it is like a clear spring flowing in the body, and even I feel that my mind has become stronger.

At the same time, a blurry image emerged in her sea of consciousness.

If it was in the past, she would never have cared about this image, even if she knew that this image was an amazing technique, she would not have the slightest interest, but at this moment, she had to suppress Long Sihai's Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique.

It's just that the image is very blurry, and there seems to be a layer of turbid water floating on the top of the picture, and she can only 'see' a portrait in the album on the image, with countless red dots and lines on his body, and his hands are pinching a very strange gesture.

The more she tried to see it clearly, the more blurry the image became, and finally, she had to give up learning the exercises on the image, calm down, and hold on to her consciousness, not letting the other chaotic consciousnesses of the sea swallow up.

It's just a coincidence, when she calms down, the image of Zhihai becomes clearer.

She wasn't a cultivator, and if she had seen this kind of image full of dense red dots and those messy lines, her head would have grown a long time ago. But at this moment, she was calm and restless, and her heart was clear, and she felt that the content on this image was extremely familiar, and she did not need to be taught, nor did she need to annotate the handwriting, and naturally understood the meaning of the red dot and the flow of the lines.

It was a strange feeling, as if she was already very familiar with this kind of exercise.

She turned her worries into joy, her heart perked, and she felt that even Zhihai's chaotic thoughts seemed to be a little less.

Unconsciously, she picked up her handprint according to the posture on the picture and began to practice.

This is a very strange exercise, which does not pay attention to Zhou Tian, nor does it pay attention to breathing and spitting, but uses the mind to control the body's blood and bones, and the source is a perfect trajectory, and the art of carrying is performed.

This is like a game of illustrations, constantly arranging and patching, arranging the most perfect genes, piecing together the most perfect physique.

In her practice, she instead entered a state of thoughtless silence, and Long Sihai's Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique also lost control over her.

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Dragons!

Long Sihai stopped dancing like crazy, he sighed, and put away the straw man in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

The old man on the right side of the Mountain Moving God Venerable asked.

Long Sihai said calmly: "Yan Feifei's bloodline has awakened again, and I can't control her sanity for the time being. ”

The young man on the left side of the Mountain Moving Divine Venerable said, "How can her bloodline awaken so quickly, even if it is a god son and goddess!"

The yin and yang face in the middle of the mountain moving god said: "Perhaps, this woman's bloodline has the possibility of atavism?"

Atavism!

Long Sihai opened his eyes suddenly.

Yan Feifei is a descendant of the Great Ancestor God, if it is an atavistic ancestor, Long Sihai can't imagine how powerful Yan Feifei will become in the end?

He hesitated a little, hesitating whether he should continue to use the Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique to control Yan Feifei, he knew that Yan Feifei's bloodline was really atavistic to the ancestors, that was the existence that could become the ancestral god.

Ancestral god what?

The ancestral gods were in the age of the gods, and they were also supreme beings.

He suddenly regretted it, but it was too late to recover.

He felt that he should go and see Ryugo.

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Ryugo also drank alcohol, and he had never thought that such a thing as alcohol would make him so obsessed with it before.

Others say that 'wine is sorrowful and sorrowful', but he doesn't think so, he thinks that wine can turn back time, and when he is drunk, his mind is full of the time he spent with Yan Feifei before.

Accompanying Long Wu to drink is also Long Meizhu.

The rest of the Tenglong clan persuaded Long Wu not to drink, only Long Meizhu never persuaded him, and many times, she would accompany Long Wu to drink together.

She is the one she has loved, and she knows that love without that heart-rending pain.

She also knows that if you want to let go of a persistent love slowly, it must be indulgent at the beginning, and then after the precipitation of time, you will put that deep emotion in the bottom of your heart.

Because she knows, she never dissuades.

Although she felt that her father was sometimes ruthless, he was their father after all.

"Meizhu, how did you say Yan Feifei is now?"

Long Wu squinted his eyes slightly, reclining on a tree, holding an old sprinkler in his hand, and muttered.

Long Meizhu sat on the grass at the bottom of the tree, and there was also a wine jar beside her.

Long Meizhu shook her head, she didn't speak, she knew that Long Wu was just talking to herself.

"Actually, even if I didn't go to the Divine Ruins, Fei Fei wouldn't like me, she has always regarded me as a friend over the years, and she has always remembered Tang Bai in her heart. ”

After Long Wu finished speaking, he opened his eyes, but his eyes were dim and lackluster, without any brilliance.

When Long Meizhu heard this, she couldn't help but think of the man who was as warm as jade.

It was indeed a very good man, even better than the man she had ever loved.

She couldn't help but laugh.

Long Wu sat up, looked at her and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Long Meizhu said: "Old Five, do you know Yan Feifei?"

Long Wudao: "I naturally know, I know what kind of clothes she likes, what she likes to eat, what she likes to do, and even likes to hold her fingers after sleeping." ”

Long Meizhu shook her head and said, "Old Five, you don't know Yan Feifei. ”

Long Wudao: "Impossible!"

Long Meizhu said: "Yan Feifei may have a good impression of Tang Bai, but she definitely doesn't like it, the relationship between them is like relatives, and there is a kind of friendship that has experienced life and death; ”

Long Wu looked at Long Meizhu in disbelief and said, "This is just your guess. ”

Long Meizhu said: "This is not just speculation, but because I am also a woman, I know Yan Feifei better than you." ”

Long Wu jumped down from the tree, looked at Long Meizhu quietly, and said, "You didn't lie to me. ”

Long Meizhu didn't speak, but a familiar voice sounded behind him: "She didn't lie to you. ”

When Long Wu looked back, he saw his father standing behind him.

He was a little astonished, his father had always been like a little old man, ordinary to the extreme, always fond of walking slowly with his hands clasped behind his back, and he had never been so majestic as he was now, nor had he ever appeared in such an abrupt way.

Long Mi-joo also stood up and called out to her father.

Long Sihai didn't seem to hear it, but looked at Long Wu and said, "I'm sure that Yan Feifei's little girl will definitely not like the current Long Wu." ”

Long Wu opened his mouth wide, the entire Tenglong clan knew that he liked Yan Feifei and supported him, but only his father was against it, but at this moment, how could he feel that even his own father supported him, what happened?

He couldn't help but take a sip of wine, but remembering his father's words, the divine power in his hand worked, and the wine jar and wine in his hand instantly turned into a puff of mist.

He asked in disbelief, "Father, did you promise me to be with Fei Fei?"

Long Sihai turned around, returned to his previous appearance, like an ordinary old man, clasped his hands behind him, and said lightly: "Whether you can be with that girl or not depends on your ability." ”

In an instant, Long Wu's eyes burst out with a strange light, and his spirit instantly returned to its previous state.

He said firmly towards Long Sihai's back: "I must have that ability, even if she once had another person's place in her heart, I will let her erase that figure by herself." ”