Feng Ningwan's injury was healed, and Feng Ningwan's matter also came, and there were a few emails lying quietly in the mailbox, which made Feng Ningwan eager to try. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the competition with Mo Jue made Feng Ningwan know that his martial arts had made great progress, Feng Ningwan still wanted to try to what extent he had changed his physique by the Mixed Yuan Fruit.

And there are two other things waiting for her to deal with.

Feng Ningwan looked at the empty box, her eyebrows furrowed, and the heart was gone.

Feng Ningwan took a basin of water, his fingers swiped in the water, the water rose and waves, and the water after calming down was still water, and there was no picture that Feng Ningwan should have seen, Feng Ningwan looked at the basin of water and kept watching.

An evil heart is gone, who will be the person who can open the box, and what is the use of that heart.

Feng Ningwan had a lot of questions in her heart, but she couldn't find any answers.

The night came, and so did Feng Ningwan's supposed to do.

The problem left by the disappearance of zombies still exists, and Mo is by no means a person who will deal with the aftermath, so Feng Ningwan needs to do it.

Standing at the foot of the mountain again, Feng Ningwan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, the first time he came here, there were ghostly corpses gathering yin, and the second time he came here, there were zombies that were rare for thousands of years.

Feng Ningwan stepped up the mountain, standing in front of the tomb of the general who had been unrecognizable, his hands were folded and opened, and the soil of the tomb began to tremble, and then broke through the soil and jumped out of a magic staff, the staff was blue and black, wrapped with black gas, deep and cold.

The staff is a symbol of power and status, it has always been a weapon of high monks, and it is a symbol of justice and identity in Buddhism, but the staff of Buddhism, the whole body is golden, the head has nine claws, with the auspicious atmosphere of Buddhism, and now this one, the yin qi is entangled, how can there be half of the auspicious atmosphere of Buddhism.

Feng Ningwan sat cross-legged on the ground, pointing at his wand and chanting words in his mouth.

As time passed, the yin qi on the wand gradually dissipated, and finally fell to the ground, no longer tangled with yin qi.

Feng Ningwan stood up and held the wand in his hand, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

There is no boundary between good and evil, just like the magic wand in your hand, it has no boundary between demons and Buddhas, so what has changed these?

The wind condenses like a faint sigh, people's hearts.

Looking at the bottom of the mountain, Feng Ningwan jumped up, and the twelve rune papers were laid down in the air, and the rune papers burned together, breaking the feng shui here.

People in the world always want to find a good cemetery for their ancestors and bring benefits to their descendants, but this makes the ancestors unpeaceful, and the wind condenses like a break of the feng shui here, and also breaks the heart of the demons here, and also gives these ancestors who have been hurt to the point of being scattered.

Feng Ningwan walked past the tombs one by one from top to bottom, and the rune paper in her hand was smashed into the tomb by her, burning the corpses inside, and she was completely at peace.

By the time Feng Ningwan walked down the mountain, it was almost dawn.

Feng Ningwan glanced back at the lush green hills, strode away, but he didn't breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, that zombie, Feng Ningwan wasn't sure, he hadn't bitten anyone, how many demons lurked in the dark night in this world, when, the people of the Feng family would be able to unload this burden.

In front of the tombstone in the woods, a cloud of black gas gathered, gradually condensing the figure, black clothes and black veils were flying, and the white hand was as white as jade holding a beating heart, a black heart.

"I want to be a person, even if it's just for a moment, even if it's as evil as a demon, the wind is condensed, I want to try to feel everything in the world like you, love or hate, pick up or put down" The man's appearance is peerless, but there is no wave in his eyes, no matter how he learns to imitate, a wisp of black gas without a heart, after all, he is still not a person.

The man lowered his head and fed the heart in his hand into his mouth, the solid figure began to shake, the eyes of the beautiful face were closed, and when the body was condensed again, the clear and beautiful eyes opened again, and there was a trace of waves in it.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the forest, the light of the sun and the moon was absorbed, refracted on the man's body, and all the yin qi in the tomb turned into countless lines, rushing into the man's body, and the ashes burned out by the twelve runes swirled into the air, turning into twelve golden rays of light, rushing into the man's body.

When the morning light appeared, the light shone on the man, and the man's body was solid, and the light flowed under the skin.

"Feng Ningwan, you have made me after all" The man stroked his skin with a smile in his eyes.

Feng Ningwan returned home, the house was pitch black, and the demon in the living room was lying on the ground, with a book covering his face, Feng Ningwan smiled helplessly and went upstairs to sleep.

"This is the cause of my planting, and the cause and effect should have been borne by me, but the people of the Feng family, there is no reincarnation, Feng Ningwan, teach Qin to love and hate, teach him to pick up and put down, teach him to be relieved" Feng Ning'er's voice kept circling, Feng Ning was like a nightmare, forced to listen to these words, there were a bunch of questions in his heart, but he was in his throat, and he couldn't ask.

"Feng Ning'er...."Feng Ningwan shouted and sat up suddenly.

When Feng Ningwan came back to his senses completely, he saw that he was sleeping in his bed, this was not the underworld, nor was it the ancestral home of the Feng family.

The aftermath of that sentence was still hovering in Feng Ningwan's ears, the vague picture in his mind made people uneasy, Feng Ningwan rushed out of bed, opened the curtains, the moonlight was bright outside, Feng Ningwan took out the rune paper, and placed a rune array on the ground, yin and yang were connected.

"Feng Ning'er, come out, tell me, what do you mean" Feng Ningwan pointed at the two points of yin and yang with both swords, and shouted urgently.

"Feng Ning'er, don't think that you are a senior, you are an ancestor is amazing, you come out for me" Feng Ningwan yelled.

"Feng Ningwan, Feng Ning'er is gone, she can't answer you" An abrupt male voice came, sighing heavily.

"What do you mean" Feng Ningwan was stunned.

"If it is so easy to change your physique, Feng Ning'er will not fall in Yin Mountain back then, this is her debt, and it is also her love, do what she says, it is to repay her" After the man finished speaking, the yin and yang connection burst out.

Feng Ningwan's fingers loosened, and he fell to the ground, tears falling from his eyes. The dissipation of Feng Ning'er's figure in the dream made Feng Ningwan's bad premonition in her heart bigger and bigger, and now everything has been verified.

"Why, Feng Ning'er, why are you doing all this, can you tell me" Feng Ningwan asked, but no one could answer.

Feng Ningwan was very sad, but she didn't feel sad for long, because she still had something to do.

Feng Ningwan washed up quickly, went downstairs and left, the room was very quiet, and it was a little weirdly quiet. But Feng Ningwan didn't have the heart to pay attention.

Feng Ningwan drove to a night market alley, some dilapidated buildings, many small vendors on both sides, and the alley was mixed with various smells, including the smell of stir-fried vegetables and the smell of rancid fruits.

There is an Internet café next to the alley, the light sign has been tilted, but it is still on, the corridor is a little narrow, and there are a bunch of posters.

Feng Ningwan walked upstairs with a suitcase, the alley was very lively, but there were no customers in the Internet café, only a man with a stubble face, standing at the door of the Internet café, pacing back and forth, anxiously waiting.

"Are you Miss Wind?" The man looked at Feng Ningwan who came with the suitcase and asked expectantly.

"I just, you go" Feng Ningwan covered her nose slightly, the smell downstairs was already terrible, and the stench emitted by the man was even more unpleasant.

"Ahh I'll leave now," the man said, and ran away in a panic.