When the blood painting leisurely recounted the secrets of the Xuanyuan family that were not told by outsiders, Xuanyuan Wanfeng had already gone crazy and kept attacking him, but unfortunately, whether it was the blood-colored light or the black mist he shot out, there was no way to damage the blood painting's natal shield in the slightest, not even the slightest crack, until the whole story was told, he stopped attacking, and the blood painting was suspended in mid-air face to face, the red light in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only endless sorrow, like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no thought of life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Yuan Fengqing successfully broke through to the early stage of distraction, with a loud bang, the thick green cocoons surrounding her were all shattered, and among the green leaves that shot out from the sky, she was also suspended in mid-air, looking at the two stalemate men in front of her, one in a purple robe, and her bearing was unparalleled. The other Tsing Yi is straight and slender like a bamboo.

She should have broken through to the distraction period in a row before, but for fear of leaving a dark disease, Yuan Fengqing did not forcibly break through, but reclosed the half-open distraction period portal. But when she fought with the demon beast three days ago, when her body and natural martial arts were extremely refined, she opened the door of the distraction period again, but she forcibly suppressed it without breaking through.

Before, she rushed to challenge the evening breeze in front of the blood painting, and she also wanted to give him a chance. After all, with the character of blood painting, it is difficult to give the other party a little life once she makes a move, and she always feels that there is deep sadness hidden in the eyes of this young demon lord, which is the main reason for her softheart.

Although Fang Cai was breaking through the distraction level, the words of the blood painting also entered the eardrums, Yuan Fengqing looked at Xuanyuan Wanfeng with his back to him, and said slowly, "Wanfeng, things in the world are not perfect, the heavens want to send you a great responsibility, and they will not cheapen you in vain, so hard training your mind is also a process on your life journey." If you can release your heart calamity, you may not be able to slow down the domineering of the demonic energy in your body and exchange for a glimmer of life. Believe me, letting go is liberation, and only by letting go can you get eternal life! ”

Listening to Yuan Fengqing's words, Xuanyuan Wanfeng was shocked, but his mind was turned over and over again when he broke into the backyard of Xuanyuan's house with a magic sword, and personally beheaded the girl who replaced him and his biological mother under the sword. Over the years, he has never been able to forget the picture of the Xuanyuan family's corpses strewn all over the field and rivers of blood, and he can't forget the action of his mother when she only had her last breath left, but she still tried her best to reach out and touch his face.

At that moment, he had already killed like a hemp, and he had fallen into a demon, and his heart was rarely soft, although he did not fulfill his mother's last wish and let her successfully touch his face, but he also rushed into Wen Qianqian's courtyard with the magic sword that had been dripping blood, and beheaded her and her daughter under the sword.

Although he has been hunted down by the Xuanyuan family since then, and he can only escape into the demon beast forest at the top of the East China Sea after nine deaths, but because of his youth and frivolity, in order to surpass himself, he deliberately put the Xuanyuan family's cultivation method upside down, leaving a wound in his body that can never be repaired, and he suffers from it day and night, and he is in pain.

In fact, he himself doesn't know why he is still alive? Obviously, his revenge has been avenged, and the people he wants to kill have also been killed, but why can't he feel any happiness? Even whenever he is drunk, he can't help but think of his mother's smile before he died, even if he has never received any maternal love in his life, but he also feels that his mother's smile is the most beautiful smile in his life for more than 2,300 years!

Turning around slowly, he looked at Yuan Fengqing, and a relieved smile suddenly appeared on his calm face, "Yes, all these years, I have only been bound by demons in my life, and I can't get rid of it for the rest of my life." Maybe you're right, letting go is liberation, and only by letting go can you get eternal life! ”

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Fengqing saw a flash of determination in his eyes, his heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition permeated his body, and when he hurriedly rushed over to stop him, he was pulled by the swiftly swept blood painting and flew backwards. At the same time, Xuanyuan Wanfeng showed a blank smile on his face, and in the next second, a loud bang shook the heavens and the earth, his body suddenly exploded into ashes, and the fire that rushed out of it rushed straight into the clouds, and all the trees within a radius of hundreds of miles were burned into ashes!

The overwhelming heat wave rolled between the heavens and the earth, and all the creatures and trees within a radius of a hundred miles were reduced to nothing, only to Yuan Fengqing, who was pulled by the blood painting and flew back to a hundred miles away, was shocked, and he could hardly believe his eyes!

The monks of the Tribulation Period blew themselves up, and naturally they could destroy the heavens and the earth! Fortunately, Xuanyuan Wanfeng just lost his vitality and didn't want to live in the world anymore to detonate the Yuan Shen, and he didn't really want to destroy anything, otherwise he was afraid that the woods within a radius of thousands of miles would not want to leave a mouth, even if the blood painting reacted very quickly, the distance between the three of them was too close, if Xuanyuan Wanfeng wanted to pull them on their backs together, he was afraid that it would be impossible to retreat.

Yuan Fengqing stared blankly at the charred black earth in front of him, and the trees around him were burned to ashes, revealing the sky above his head. At this moment, the sky was full of dark clouds, thunder and lightning were churning, and she knew that her thunder tribulation was about to come, so she couldn't care about feeling and feeling sorry for Xuanyuan Wanfeng, and shook her spirit, "I'm going to cross the catastrophe." ”

But seeing the blood painting beside her, the purple shadow flew over, and the black hair was like the wind, she looked over in surprise, and saw that in the scorched earth in front of her, a bead with a faint green light slowly rose, and suddenly woke up to the wood spirit bead, this bead is the most true and spiritual thing between heaven and earth, and naturally it will not turn into fly ash because of the self-explosion of Xuanyuan evening wind.

But she didn't expect Mu Lingzhu to get it so easily, but it was a pity that Xuanyuan Evening Wind was killed!

However, just as the blood painting was flying by, a figure also rushed out from the opposite woods, with silver robes and armor and blood-colored cloaks, it was actually the hundred-legged general of the demon clan!

Yuan Fengqing was slightly stunned, he didn't expect this person to appear suddenly, could it be that he had been lurking in the depths of the woods, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence? I couldn't help but sink in my heart, if the hundred-footed general appeared here, what about the moon roaring? Wouldn't it have been poisoned by them? But after thinking about it, with Yue Xiao's cultivation, it should be impossible to fall into the hands of the demon clan, so he settled down again, stared at the blood painting suddenly disappeared in mid-air, and when he reappeared, he had already snatched the wood spirit bead into his hand, and when his body was spinning, he happened to pass by the hundred-legged general!

Seeing that he successfully obtained the Wood Spirit Bead, Yuan Fengqing breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the clouds that were getting thicker and thicker, and the lightning that was getting thicker and thicker, and the rumbling thunder was getting closer and closer, as if it was close at hand, so he no longer looked at the hundred-legged general, his body tightened, his fists were firmly clenched, and he looked up at the sky, waiting for the coming of the heavenly calamity!