The fire swayed, the raging flames engulfed the dry wood, and from time to time there were bursts of crackling sounds, and the sparks burst out of the fire, and the small coals jumped out of the red charcoal pile, rolling to the feet of Lingfeng, under the flickering light and darkness, it was covered with a layer of fine ash in a moment, and Lingfeng's shoes were burned and smoked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His gaze was only blank on the fire, his eyes reflected in the dancing flames, and he did not notice that the coals had fallen to his feet.

Jiu Mei was sitting next to Lingfeng, she couldn't help frowning, stretched out her hand to bounce the coals at Lingfeng's feet, sighed softly, didn't speak, her eyes fell on Zihuan, who was still unconscious leaning on the big tree, at this time she was frowning, breathing a little hastily, I don't know if I was having a nightmare.

Illusion and Illusion Seven sat in front of the fire, occasionally looking at each other, but they were the same as Jiumei, without saying a word.

Since escaping from the Spirit Sword Sect, they have been non-stop along the way, traveling through several cities in a row, and finally arrived at the edge of this death desert, before Jiu Mei inquired, this place seems to be safer, but she still refuses to rest assured, and after hiding all the breath on all of them, she decided to take a nap, no one knows, what means the powerhouses of the Howling Heaven Realm have to track them, even if they are very far away from the Spirit Sword Sect, they are still like frightened birds, cautious.

At the edge of the endless desert is a long-dead forest, this forest is a place that even birds do not want to skim, the reason is because this place has been eroded by the breath of death for many years, and there is no life, and the strange thing is that the dead trees in the forest are not the same as the trees in the outside world, and the leaves of the trees are all intact in the canopy, although the trees have died, but as if autumn has come, it looks a withered yellow.

The not-so-dense trees just obscured the fire, and the firelight reflected the canopy of the trees in yellow, and the wind blew from time to time, sweeping the bone-chilling cold of the desert over at once.

Lingfeng couldn't help but shudder, a long exhalation of white breath, he was sitting in front of the fire, but he still felt a little cold, this kind of cold is not the kind of cold in the body, but from the depths of the heart through the bones of the cold, he was seriously injured before, forcibly cast the four elephant tricks, before leaving, he had already fainted because of the injury, until Jiu Mei took him through three cities, he only woke up, thinking about it, it should be that Jiu Mei poured the pill on him before.

Lingfeng tried to prop up his body, he just pressed his left hand on the ground, a little force, all felt the pain of the meridians of the whole body like pinpricks, and at the same time seemed to be strangled by countless ropes, he couldn't lift the slightest strength, took a deep breath, so that the pain in the body was relieved a little, he smiled bitterly, shook his head gently, and said to himself: I didn't expect that this injury was so serious, not only was the spiritual power lost, but the meridians of the whole body were also devastated, I really don't know if I can recuperate......

Wu thought to himself, he turned his head slightly, looked at the purple ring leaning against the tree, his face couldn't help but show a sad color, as if he had drunk a glass of bitter wine, sighed heavily, Shangguan Fenghui did not follow at the last moment, I don't know if he was trapped by the divine power of the four elephants, or he had already decided to die, even if he could survive under the divine power of the four elephants, but he could not escape the clutches of Hongzhen, thinking that at this time, Shangguan Fenghui was no longer alive......

Lingfeng stunned Zihuan before, and she didn't know what happened in the end, but she would know about it sooner or later, and it would be impossible to avoid telling her, Shangguan Feng would not be able to explain to her the fact that he was no longer alive? Will she be able to accept it? What are the consequences of acceptance?

Ling Feng's heart was like a mess, and for the first time in many years, he felt like he had lost his father.

It's just that escaping is not the solution to the problem after all, in the end, Lingfeng still chose to wake up Zihuan and tell her the truth, he endured the pain in his body, supported his body with trembling hands, slowly stood up, and walked towards Zihuan step by step.

"Lingfeng, it's cold, be careful......" Jiu Mei's hand was slightly raised, and she just wanted to call Lingfeng, but she was suddenly stunned, she clearly saw that the thin figure looked a little hunchback at this moment, and her body was shaking when she walked, it seemed that every step had to pay great courage, but he was still walking firmly, without the slightest pause, the firelight flickered on his back, and it looked a little desolate.

A drop of tears fell quietly, and then was quickly wiped away by a bare hand, who was quietly sad in the cold night? Who is it, overwhelmed by the firelight?

It was that lonely figure, at the last moment, he woke up, endured the pain that ordinary people couldn't bear, and decided to leave with the purple ring, the blood of the Spirit Sword Sect flowed like a river, and the elders fell one after another, he watched, but there was nothing he could do, all he could do was to keep the hatred in his heart and temporarily retreat, but he was also burdened with great pain.

Jiu Mei turned her head slightly, and looked at Phantom Qi and Phantom Nian, their eyes were falling on Ling Feng at this time, and they didn't notice that she was in tears just now, I don't know, if the thoughts in their hearts at this time are the same as their own? I guess not.

Finally, Lingfeng walked to Zihuan's side, this short distance of more than a dozen steps, he finished walking but paid all his strength, the cold around him was pressing, he suddenly frowned slightly, Zihuan stayed in the cold for so long, would she catch a cold? Panting, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and slowly helped the purple ring up, Ling Feng felt that his hands were extremely sore, he had never felt that the purple ring was so heavy.

Jiu Mei saw Lingfeng so struggling, so she wanted to go up to help him, but Lingfeng shook her head at her, held Zihuan, and slowly walked to the fire, it was at this time that his forehead was already covered with sweat, and he just wanted to help Zihuan sit down, Zihuan suddenly woke up.

She rubbed her forehead, her face was dazed, and when she saw that they were not currently in the Spirit Sword Sect, her face suddenly changed, she looked at Ling Feng, and asked, "Where is my grandfather?" ”

Lingfeng was stunned, but he didn't know how to speak, Zihuan had just woken up, and he couldn't tell her directly that Shangguan Fenghui was no longer alive.

"I'm asking you, where's my grandfather?" Zihuan's gaze swept over the Jiumei Illusion Seventy-three people, and after seeing that their expressions were very painful, he suddenly understood something.

"Zihuan, master respects him...... I'm afraid he is no longer alive...... You want to ......" Ling Feng seemed to have exhausted all his strength when he said this, but he was suddenly interrupted by Zihuan.

"You say, my grandfather is dead? What nonsense are you talking about? I clearly saw it before, my grandfather is alive and well, you tell me, why did you knock me out? Zihuan looked at Lingfeng with a few devouring eyes, and two lines of tears quietly flowed.

"Zihuan, Master, he is indeed gone...... Before we left, we used the power of the four elephants, and we respected him...... Together with the rainbow antelope, he was submerged in divine power, his life and death were uncertain, and he didn't see his master rush out after that...... Even if he is still alive, I think Hongling will not let him go......" Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, and every word he said, it was as if a steel needle was piercing his heart, and his face, which was pale from injury, was even more bloodless at this time.

Zihuan stared at Lingfeng for a long time, and suddenly yelled at him, "You traitor to the master! ”

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the purple ring rushed to Lingfeng, a slap hit him in the face, his slender hand moved slightly, and the purple dagger flashed, stabbing into Lingfeng's chest, and blood sprayed out like a spring, instantly dyeing Lingfeng's clothes red.

"Purple Ring, what are you doing!" This scene came too fast, and when Jiu Mei and the others reacted, Ling Feng had already inserted a dagger in his chest, and the blood flowed straight out, Jiu Mei rushed to Zihuan's side, grabbed her, and was about to stun her.

"Let her be, maybe this way, she will feel better." Ling Feng coughed violently, spit out a large mouthful of blood, smiled sadly at Zihuan, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Zihuan, do you know how many injuries Lingfeng suffered in order to save us? Before Elder Shangguan escaped, he used the power of the Four Elephants, although it was his fault, but he was forced to be helpless, if he didn't do this, we would all die, you know? Jiu Mei didn't let go of Zihuan, she glanced at Lingfeng with worry in her eyes, and then turned her head to Zihuan and said.