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Feng Que opened his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, he had to stop because the aura in his body had reached saturation. Although the depletion of spiritual power caused by the escape has been solved by absorbing the spiritual energy here, the injuries on the body cannot be recovered, and it can only be slowly recovered by time. Now Feng Que regretted it a little: it would be nice if he had learned more from Ao Kong, although the dragon clan is not the most powerful in fighting, but it is second to none in the world to dispense medicine and poison and treat diseases and injuries.

Feng Que stood up and looked around, the place where there was no dispute was still peaceful, and the peace was intimidating. Now he doesn't know where to go. The Divine Realm can't go back, he is now full of hatred in his heart, and he can't wait to go back and fight to the death with White Tiger Xuanwu immediately, but the only trace of reason left tells him that he can't do this, because he is not strong enough.

So there are only two paths in front of you, the demon world, or the human world.

Feng Que still hesitated. Although the Demon Realm had heard it countless times, he had never seen it once. If you say that you still know something about the demon world, you haven't heard of it in the world.

He sat on the ground with his legs outstretched, still unable to make up his mind, but suddenly saw a sachet tied around his waist, black silk thread. Feng Que picked up the sachet and sniffed it, the fragrance was very light, like water. He remembered that little boy again. But he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, the Xuanwu White Tiger was at its best, and finally destroyed the Fire Phoenix Clan, but she was a member of the Xuanwu Clan. Providence makes people. Feng Que was very gloomy in her heart: why is she from the Xuanwu clan? Why do I always have grievances and confusion with the Xuanwu clan?

Thinking of Xuanwu, Feng Que remembered another thing, something his mother told him:

Eighteen years ago. Flying Phoenix Mountain.

Feihuang Mountain is lit up. It's no wonder that the patriarch gave birth to a phoenix again, and this time the phoenix was snow-white. The entire Feng clan has become a little crazy because of this child.

This madness is understandable. The last time a pure white phantom phoenix appeared in the Fire Phoenix Clan was a thousand years ago. He is the seventeenth ancestor of the Fire Phoenix Clan, and he is also the only Phantom Phoenix who has practiced the Phantom Phoenix Technique of the Feng Clan to the ninth level of Nirvana. He led the Feng Clan to become the head of the Five Directions Divine Race, and that was the only time that the Feng Clan became the head of the Five Directions Divine Clan. In the second war of gods and demons, Haoyi, the son of extreme yin, died mysteriously, and the original balance between the two worlds of gods and demons was broken in an instant. Since then, the Divine Realm has been defeated like a mountain. Fortunately, at the last moment, the Seventeenth Patriarch researched the Five Elements Guyuan Great Array, which was able to stop the army of the Demon Realm.

The Feng clan at the time of the seventeenth ancestor was really brilliant.

This time, it is only natural that the lights will be colorful.

There was a huge stream of guests. Although there are constant conflicts of interest between the five god clans, they are still very amicable on the surface, not to mention that the god king Taiyi also came in person.

At the banquet, the guests were staggered, and they were happy, and even Feng Huang, the patriarch who had just given birth to Fengzi, came out with a weak body to toast a few glasses of wine.

I don't know who shouted during the banquet: "I heard that this Fengzi is naturally different, white as snow, I don't know if I can take it out for everyone to see?" ”

Perhaps infected by the pleasant atmosphere of the banquet, Feng Huang, who had always been indifferent, also smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for not giving up, just take it out and take a look." ”

As soon as the words fell, a maid had already walked out with a swaddling baby in her arms. The guests had already left their seats, wanting to see if this was likely to be the next Feng clan patriarch.

This child is indeed good-eyed and full of heaven. Everyone didn't know whether they wanted to ask for a lottery or whether they were speaking from their hearts, but they all praised this child for being an unborn genius. Only an old man in a dark robe stared at the infant child tightly, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes, and finally sighed after a while, turned to Feng Huang and said, "Patriarch Fenghuang, can you let the old man calculate a hexagram for Lingzi?" ”

Looking at the seriousness of this old man's face, Feng Huang also panicked. Everyone knows that this old man is the patriarch of the Xuanwu clan, Mo Wuxi, the head of the Five Directions God Clan, highly respected, and the art of Ibb is unmatched in the world, but he rarely makes a move. Today, it is an uncharacteristic initiative to request, how can it not make people panic?

Feng Huang's face also leaked a trace of anxiety, although it was immediately hidden. He asked, "Patriarch Mo, is there any problem?" ”

Mo Wuxian arched his hand and said: "Patriarch Fenghuang, on the day of great joy, it is not the old decay who wants to find faults, but looking at the face of Lingzi, it is mysterious and mysterious, and even the old decay can't tell clearly." But the old man always has a bad feeling, so he wants to make a hexagram, so he has this question. ”

Feng Huang said: "The Mo Patriarch is serious, and the Mo Patriarch is highly respected, which is something that even the Demon Realm sub-demons admit." How dare Feng Huang be suspicious. Moreover, the Mo patriarch Yibu's technique is not right in the world, ordinary people want to ask for a hexagram but can't, today the Mo patriarch appreciates his face, and Feng Huang is naturally very happy. ”

Mo Wuxian said: "Okay." After that, he closed his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, three copper coins appeared in the air, simple and unpretentious, as if they were still green rust. The three copper coins were about to land, but Mo Wuxian waved his sleeves again, and the three copper coins flew up again and landed on Mo Wuji's right hand.

Mo Wuxian touched the copper coin, but he opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a trace of waves in his voice: "Taiyin!" ”

After hearing this, Feng Huang immediately asked, "What did Patriarch Mo say?" ”

Mo Wuxian returned to his calm appearance: "Phoenix Patriarch, it's a matter of heaven, it's inconvenient to say more." But the old decay has a word to tell, can you take a step to speak. ”

Feng Huang said: "Okay." Patriarch Mo asked the inner hall to speak. ”

Inner nave.

Feng Huang said: "Patriarch Mo, please speak." ”

Mo Wuxian said: "Ling Zi's life is like a fog, and the old man can't understand it for the time being. But Lingzi's life is full of troubles, and there will be countless deaths in the future. And Lingzi's fate is ever-changing, as if it will affect the world. ”

Feng Huang was a little panicked, because she knew the weight of the Xuanwu Clan Patriarch's words, so she asked anxiously, "Then what should I do?" Can the Mo patriarch give me some guidance? ”

Mo Wuxian said: "Lingzi's fate is up to the sky, I can only say that if you encounter a death calamity, you can go to the demon world." That's all he said, Patriarch Fenghuang take care. ”

After saying that, Mo Wuxian arched his hand and withdrew from the inner hall, leaving only the thoughtful Fenghuang.

Now Feng Que has decided to go to the demon world.

Although Mo Wuxian is the patriarch of the Xuanwu clan, although the Xuanwu clan is now Feng Que's sworn enemy, Feng Que still chooses to believe him. Because he is already so respected that even the demons of the demon world admit it, he is not enough to lie, or rather, he still disdains lying.

Mo Wuxian said a word, even the demon world sub-demon would believe it. So Feng Que decided to believe him. What's more, if you want to take revenge now, the most convenient and fastest way is to cooperate with the Demon Realm. The Qinglong Clan of the Divine Realm is merciful, and the Huanglin Clan takes the overall situation into account, and I am afraid that they will not help Fengque destroy the White Tiger Clan. And now it is a question of whether or not he can return to the God Realm.

Feng Que turned around, ready to take one last look at the Tree of Divine Origin. After that, he turned around and prepared to go to the Demon Realm.

It was such a coincidence, when Feng Que turned around, he saw a white thing hanging on a tree. The leaves are green and the trunk is brown, so why is there white?

So Feng Que turned around and looked over again, and finally saw a white fruit hanging on a branch. Feng Que was very strange, he had been here for almost a day, and he hadn't found that there was still a fruit hanging there, and suddenly a fruit that he had never seen before appeared, which made Feng Que feel like a trap.

But he didn't have that premonition of impending danger. Feng Que has always believed in his hunch, which is also something he is proud of, every time danger is approaching, his instinct will tell him in advance. It was precisely because of this that he had escaped the ten interceptions of the Battle Soul Guard, not to mention that now he had already separated the sixth level of the Illusory Phoenix Technique cultivation Dao.

He stood where he was, staring at the fruit, with two little people fighting in his head, go, or not.

In the end, curiosity prevailed over stability, and he decided to take a look. He told himself in his heart that if things changed, he would run away desperately.

He moved closer to the white fruit.

Time flies slowly, perhaps because he walks slowly.

In the end, I came to the fruit. He stared at the fruit and saw that it was only the size of an apple, white all over, without a single blemish, like a piece of jade, giving people a sense of peace.

Feng Que finally made up his mind to pick the fruit.

He put his hand on the fruit and gradually pressed hard, grasping the fruit. The fruit is a little cool, giving a very comfortable feeling. Now he breathed a sigh of relief that there had been no accident and no signs of danger.

Feng Que clenched the fruit and slammed it out, strong enough to carry the fruit away from the branches.

At the moment of escaping, Feng Que increased his speed to the maximum, and also used illusion to conjure up five other selfs at the same time, which is the largest number he can conjure up so far.

In an instant, Feng Que had already arrived at the periphery of the Divine Source Tree, and after another moment, Feng Que had already left the Divine Source Tree for dozens of feet.

Feng Que stopped and turned to look at the Divine Source Tree. There was not a single movement, as if nothing had happened. It was not at all what he had expected, he was ready to see the scene of lightning and thunder, but now even the original breeze was not a little stronger.

Feng Que couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to. He looked down at the fruit in his hand, a white one, and two green leaves. Feng Que stretched out his other hand and touched the fruit, still with a slightly cool feeling.

At this moment, a white glow emerged from the place where the fruit and branches were broken, but it floated out like smoke. Feng Que immediately threw the fruit on the ground, took two steps back, and still looked at the fruit.

A smoky glow enveloped the fruit and eventually enveloped it. The brightness tightens and becomes more and more transparent, and finally clings to the outside of the fruit, like a thin protective film.

Everything is back to normal.

Feng Que waited for a while, feeling that everything had calmed down again, before he dared to pick up the fruit. He stared at the fruit for a while, and found that the protective film was unusually thin and unusually transparent, and now it was almost invisible, and the fruit was lying quietly in Feng Que's hand like a work of art.

Feng Que put away the fruit and prepared to study it slowly later.

Feng Que looked up at the sun, discerned the direction, and decided to go towards the demon realm.

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