"Feng Ning, is that you?"

"It's me. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Feng Ning saw that her face was already full of wrinkles, and her vitality had been worn away by time, leaving only helplessness and waiting.

"Long time no see."

"yes, you're still prettier than ever." Mist opened her hazy eyes.

Fortunately, her eyes are still beautiful, and time has not taken away her most beautiful things.

"How did you become like this, why didn't you cultivate?"

Feng Ning remembered that although the qualifications of the misty breath were not good, as long as he cultivated seriously, there was no problem in getting married.

Misty looked at Feng Ning stunned, "You know, I've always been lazy. ”

"I thought we were friends." Feng Ning looked at the mist.

When they met for the first time, she knew that she was a stubborn and smart woman, and laziness could not be a stumbling block to her cultivation.

"Maybe I can help you."

People are so strange sometimes, Feng Ning still remembers that she wanted to kill her, but then she wanted to protect her, all the qualities in her body are what Feng Ning lacks the most.

Feng Ning rejects the kind of person who has 'boundless love', but the mist makes her not disgusted at all.

This should be knowing that I can't become that kind of person, but in fact, I want to be like that in my heart, right?

Feng Yuan has seen a lot of such people, all of them are pretentious, only foggy, and in her, Feng Ning does not feel a trace of pretense.

The room was quiet, and the sound of the fog's difficult breathing could be heard, Feng Ning put his hand in front of the fog, his fingers together, and the divine power slowly flowed out.

"Don't waste your energy." The mist stopped the wind from condensing, "My body, I know. ”

"What about Heavenly Witch Qi Heng?" Feng Ning frowned, "Isn't he your Taoist companion?" ”

"He's one step ahead of me." It took a long time for the fog to say softly.

"How is that possible?" Feng Ning was surprised, the qualifications of the fog breath have become what they are now, and it may be understandable, but Tianwu Qi Heng's qualifications are obviously not bad.

"A lot has happened in the last few hundred years." It was difficult for the mist to speak, and Feng Ning didn't give her a chance to refuse, and the divine power was channeled into her body, which could not pull her out of death, at least it could relieve her pain.

"Thank you, I'm embarrassed to trouble you every time."

"It's okay, we're friends, aren't we?" Feng Ning's fingers ran over her hair.

Her hair was not as pliable as other white-haired cultivators, as if it was about to fall out at the slightest touch.

"After the accident of the Imperial Ancestor, the Lingshan Sect was too busy to take care of itself, the Demon Cultivator seemed to be crazy, the Tianshan Mountain was born and fell when resisting the Demon Cultivator, and the Tianwu Valley survived dangerously with the power of the Fog Sect."

"I'm sorry, I should have come down to see you."

"You're always so soft-hearted, and it's not your fault, don't say you're sorry."

Don't start with a weak heart, all this. She caused it, but how was she going to tell the fog.

"Can you help me up?" Misty smiled weakly.

"Okay." Feng Ning didn't use divine power, but helped with his own hands.

With this help, she found that there was no flesh on the mist breath at all, it was all bones.

Feng Ning's eyes were a little moist, so she hated this kind of person the most, why didn't she treat herself better?

"I want to walk around, can you take me to see it?"

"Hmm." Feng Ning nodded, because they all knew that this might be the last time the fog breath went out.

The two of them stood on the spirit sword, and Feng Ning found that the things he had used in the cultivation realm before were actually still preserved by himself.

"This reminds me of when we left the Spirit Mountain Sect together."

"You were a little girl." Feng Ning held on to the fog, she couldn't stand anymore, and if she didn't hold her, I'm afraid she would fall.

"At that time, I was still thinking that this little girl, obviously with a very low cultivation, has much more courage than me." Feng Ning recalled, with a smile on his face.

"To be honest, I was actually very afraid that you would kill me at that time." The mist covered his mouth and smiled.

"I did think about it."

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a smile in each other's eyes.

"Have you found the Imperial Ancestor?" Misty asked suddenly.

"Found it, but he forgot about me."

"You need to work hard." Misty whispered softly, "I believe that there is no difficulty that can make it difficult for Feng Ning. ”

"You really have faith in me." Feng Ning smiled, "Do you still have a lot of demon cultivators now?" ”

"It's settled." Misty Breath looked at the west, "The depths of the west are now a black mist, and even the Demon Cultivator can't enter, which gives the Cultivation Realm a breathing time. ”

"Isn't there a statue of a god there? Didn't that god come out to stop the demon cultivator? ”

"Does God Really Exist?" The sound of the fog is low.

Of course there is.

"I want to go over and have a look, would you like to go with me?"

"Of course I'd love to see God before I die."

"......" Feng Ning felt that she was becoming more and more unable to face the fog, she trusted herself so wholeheartedly, but she didn't tell her anything.

"What's the matter, do you regret not wanting me to go?" Perhaps knowing that his limit is approaching, the fog is becoming more and more like a child, and his personality is more direct, but it is not offensive.

"I'll show you God." Feng Ning said softly.

I can't tell her the truth, but it doesn't prevent her from fulfilling her wishes, "Do you have any other wishes?" ”

Misty Breath bit her lip, although such an action is very strange for an old man, but Misty Breath does it, but it does not make people feel unnatural, "I hope there will be no more demon cultivation, no darkness." ”

"Am I being too greedy?" Misty smiled wryly.

"It's not." Feng Ning shook his head, "It's just this wish, I can't help you fulfill it." ”

It's not a question of ability, it's not a question of willingness, because if the world wants to work, white and black have to be balanced, and only light or only darkness will not work, and the world will collapse.

"I know it's stupid and selfish, I can't deny all of them just because I think the demon cultivators are too bad, and I want them to disappear forever, but if I really have the ability, I might really do that."

Misty tears flowed out and slowly slid down her wrinkled face.

"It's human nature." Feng Ning comforted her.

The fog is still too soft-hearted.

Feng Ning thought about it, if she was a mist and her family was ruined because of the demon cultivation, she would definitely not be a mist with this mentality.

When the time comes, she knows that black and white are unbalanced, and she will be desperate to destroy everything, right?

"Is this God?"

Before they knew it, the two had come to the place where the statue of the god was.

Feng Ning put down the mist and looked at the statue of the god, and now she understood why her eyes stinged when she looked directly at the god, it turned out that the statue of the god was a phoenix.

At that time, she had Huang Ni's blood on her body, so Huang Feng would warn her, right? (To be continued.) )