When spring is in full bloom, how can there be such a pouring rain?

Feng Yi didn't know, and he didn't have the heart to think about it.

He lay in the rainstorm, twitching, trembling, rolling, wailing and screaming.

All of this was seen by Xiao Wu.

He lowered his eyebrows and shook his head, and sighed: "Burning ten fingers and heartache is trying to meet three lives." Du Ziren, when you said this, it turned out that this was what you meant. ”

I don't know how many years ago, I don't know where I was, Du Ziren and Xiao Wu stood facing each other.

Xiao Wu said with a smile: "If you kill me, I won't die, and I will kill you if you don't die, why bother to work in vain? It's better to have two jars of old wine, how about you and I get drunk?"

Du Ziren, who was not yet the ghost emperor of southern Xinjiang, had a cold face and cold eyes, and floated away.

It's just that when he left, he left such a sentence.

"Burning ten fingers and heartache, trying to get three lives to meet. ”

At that time, Xiao Wu thought that this was Du Ziren's words written to his beloved woman.

But at this time, when he suddenly saw Feng Yi in such a situation, he finally knew Du Ziren's state of mind at that time.

"The body is burned by fire, and the body of the true dragon is immortal for nine turns. It took three lifetimes before I had to be banned! Okay, you Du Ziren, how much hatred you have for me, you don't hesitate to go through the pain of three lifetimes, and become this nine-turn immortal dragon body, just to suppress me. ”

The liquor is in the stomach, and it hurts hotly.

But this pain, compared to the pain that Du Ziren endured back then, and compared to the pain that Feng Yi endured now, it is really too small, too much.

"You have volunteered to suffer in order to suppress me. But what about him? Why is he? Is it because he is your heir that he has to go through so much pain?"

Wu muttered to himself.

The heavens and the earth shook, and suddenly an illusory figure stepped out of the rainstorm.

The rain fell on him, but it didn't wet his clothes and long hair.

He was dressed in brocade, middle-aged, indifferent, although expressionless, but he had a majestic wind of a king, breaking through the rain and diverging, filling the heavens and the earth.

"You're still here. ”

Xiao Wu shook the jar of wine that still had half a jar of wine left.

Du Ziren shook his head indifferently, "You know that I never drink with enemies. ”

"You and I are enemies?" Xiao Wu smiled and withdrew the wine jar, drinking to himself.

The rain soaked his clothes, his long hair and face, and he didn't realize it.

"You are the demon of the left path, I am the ghost emperor of southern Xinjiang recognized by the two realms of immortals and Buddhas, and you and I are naturally enemies. Du Ziren retracted his gaze and looked at Feng Yi, who was lying not far away, his body was steaming, his flesh was scorched, and his screams were gradually hoarse and low.

Xiao Wu Bing smiled coldly, "The left way, the right way, it's all the way." ”

"Insult, deserve to be punished!"

Du Ziren turned his head suddenly, and pointed at Xiao Wu's eyebrows.

Xiao Wu didn't move, and Du Ziren's finger couldn't be clicked in the end.

"If you kill me, I won't die, even if you are nine turns immortal. Xiao Wu shook off the wine jar and wiped the rain from his face.

After Du Ziren glared at him fiercely, he ignored him and walked straight to Feng Yi's side.

"After all, this kid doesn't have the soul of a true dragon, and the golden black blood in his body is not the true fire of your South China Sea Dragon Clan, so how can he cultivate your immortal dragon body?"

Xiao Wu took a step ahead of Du Ziren and came to Feng Yi's side.

The two of them stopped around Feng Yi and leaned over to stare at them.

Feng Yi was wailing and screaming. His throat turned to charcoal, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He was in agony, about to return his soul to nothingness. I vaguely heard something, and I wanted to open my eyes to see.

But his eyelids were also scorched under the scorching power of the fire element, how could he open them again?

"He could have stopped cultivating this Immortal Dragon Body at any time, but he didn't, do you know why?"

Du Ziren ignored him, and Xiao Wu said to himself: "Because he, like you, is a master who is cruel to himself and even cruel to his enemies." ”

"Such a person is terrifying, even more terrifying than my demon god. Xiao Wu took out another jar of wine.

Du Ziren glanced at him, reached out and pointed, and pointed at Feng Yi's Jizhong acupoint.

The finger power diverged, and Feng Yi's body disintegrated inch by inch, scattering into a pile of charcoal ash. Unable to withstand the torrential rain, the ashes turned into a black stream and drifted into the distance.

Although the charcoal ash is gone, a touch of illusory spirit remains in place.

The eyebrows, the shape, and the outline are Feng Yi.

It's just that he has no flesh and blood, and has become an illusory soul.

In the soul body, there is a bright yellow ball spinning on it, with raging flames on it, and spontaneously combusting in the rain.

In the flames, there was pure fire Yuan Power radiating around the soul body, scorching his soul, making him feel painful and convulsive.

"You are the ghost emperor of Huaxia, he is a boundless Xuan Xiu, how can you help him become enlightened?" Xiao Wu raised his eyebrows and squinted at Du Ziren.

Du Ziren glared at him, and his right hand towards Feng Yi's soul body, another point.

Fingers fall, kidney water out.

Fire and water blend, the pain subsides, and the soul gradually solidifies.

The speed of soul condensation is very slow, it seems that there is only one day, but whether it is Xiao Wu or Du Ziren, they all know that the sunrise and moon setting have alternated nearly a hundred times.

The sun is scorching, and the earth is very hot, and it is the height of summer.

The summer wind, carrying a wave of heat, blows to the creek.

Feng Yi's soul body has been condensed as a substance, and his skin is fair, as if he is a real person.

Xiao Wu stood on his left hand side, and Du Ziren stood on his right hand side.

"If the Dao Ancestor knows that you are interfering in the affairs of the boundless, he will definitely kill your Dao Soul. Xiao Wu still raised his eyebrows and squinted at Du Ziren.

Du Ziren smiled coldly, "From today onwards, there will be no intersection between Wujiang and Huaxia." You and Him will never see each other again. ”

Xiao Wu's brows furrowed, "Why is that?"

Du Ziren shook his head and said nothing.

Xiao Wu asked again: "Wuxin has entered the borderless, don't you capture it back?"

"It's his fate. Du Ziren said lightly.

Xiao Wu asked again: "The little ghost who stole your ghost emperor seal, the soul has been too empty for nearly 10,000 years, and now it is also borderless, is it ......?"

"That's his life, too. Du Ziren's tone was still flat.

"Is that the fate you set for them?" Xiao Wu's face turned cold.

Du Ziren looked at him deeply, shook his head, and slanted at the sky.

In the sky, the sun fell, and the jade rabbit rose eastward.

In the world, Xiao Wu suddenly realized, turned his head to look at Feng Yi, "But the five-level test with him is not over yet." ”

In the tone, there is a lot of reluctance.

Du Ziren said coldly: "It's over now." ”

Xiao Wu shrugged helplessly, carried the wine jar in disappointment, and disappeared into this thick dark night.

Du Ziren's right hand pointed out for the third time.

In Feng Yi's soul body, the fire yuan force subsided, the kidney water returned to its place, and the wood yuan force suddenly swam to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

In the wood genus Yuan Li, there is a vigorous vitality, nourishing Feng Yi's body, helping him regenerate flesh and blood, muscles and bones, meridians, and acupoints.

When the morning sun rises again, the hot summer has gone, and the autumn frost is thick.

Du Ziren glanced at Feng Yi deeply, pondered for a moment, and muttered: "Master and apprentice in the next world, this is the end, boy, do it yourself!"

As soon as the words landed, the figure suddenly dissipated.

In the midst of the whirlwind of the heavens, Feng Yi's smooth and complete body appeared in the Lingwu Mountain Range.

In the mountains, the cold wave has gone, and the trees are withering, but it is late autumn.

Dead leaves fell, covering Feng Yi's body, one after another, and in a moment, he was buried deeply.

"Big brother, do you regret it?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from the dead woods not far away.

After a while, the three walked out side by side.

Two men and one woman, with sloppy bodies, scars on their bodies, blood stains on their faces, and their expressions were depressed, and their injuries were not light.

It is the three brothers and sisters of Chouyun, Xu Junfang, Liu Wumian, and Qin Yueren.

"Brother Feng is open-minded and righteous, casual and uninhibited. And his temperament is as tough as steel, without losing his manly bones, which is exactly the style that my generation of Xuanxiu should have. It's a pity...... I couldn't save him, alas!"

Xu Junfang sighed loudly, "It's almost winter in a blink of an eye, and Brother Feng has been dead for nearly a year." It's just that the evil girl Xiang Lingzhu is really vicious, and she has to blame the death of Brother Feng on my three brothers and sisters. If it weren't for the third brother's quick opportunity this time, my brother and sister would have been afraid that it would be really difficult for the three brothers and sisters to escape the siege and killing of the thieves of the Tyrant Daomen. ”

The three of them sighed together, and then gritted their teeth and angrily scolded the thieves of the Badaomen for being rampant, and Xiang Lingzhu was vicious.

They didn't know that under the dead leaves not far from their bodies, Feng Yi was lying in it, motionless.

Although he was lying, he was not breathing, like a dead body.

Although he did not breathe, his muscles were full and full, warm and firm, like a living person.

It's like life and death, so it's not weird.

Qin Yueren said angrily: "When I recover from my injuries, I will definitely find an opportunity to kill the evil girl Xiang Lingzhu, otherwise, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart." ”

Liu Wumian echoed in a loud voice, "Yes, before the cold wave came last year, if she hadn't stored a vicious heart to make things difficult for Brother Feng Yi, how could he, such a good boy, be frozen to death by the cold wave? ”

"But it's strange to say, Brother Feng is gone, shouldn't the evil girl Xiang Lingzhu be happy? Why is she so angry instead of displeased?"

Qin Yueren frowned and said to himself: "Could it be that the wicked girl doesn't hate Brother Feng, but likes him?"

Liu Wumian nodded his head, "It's very likely." ”

Xu Junfang waved his hand and said: "Impossible, if she really likes Brother Feng, how can she bully him like that?" I think it's probably that evil girl who is psychopathic and moody. ”

As they spoke, the three of them walked out of the dead forest.

Feng Yi lay under the dead leaves and did not hear the conversation.

Not only did he not breathe, but even his thoughts came to a standstill.

Only the Yuan Li Dragon Fetus rotated in the Jiang Palace, emitting a pure wood Yuan Force, trying his best to repair his strong and sturdy body to perfection.

The jade rabbit rises in the east, the golden black falls, and in the blink of an eye, another night has passed.

Autumn frost covers the land, and suddenly an autumn wind rises.

The autumn wind blew away the dead leaves, revealing Feng Yi's body.

The five-foot bone knife was slanted aside, emitting a gray-white light, covered with autumn frost, as if it was blending with this desolate Lingwu Mountain Range.

The autumn wind flickered, and a yellow figure scurried out from the pile of dead leaves.

With a pull of his right hand, the five-foot bone knife was already in his hand.

A knife can be slashed out, and the wind can be chased quickly.

This is the knife rhizome.

The knife suddenly changes, and it fits with the body and the qi.

People and knives are one, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. Man is a knife, and a knife is also a man.

This is the torso of the knife.

The autumn wind was three points stronger, and the knife technique turned sharply and opened and closed. The knife is spitting wildly, invincible, and impossible.

This is a branch of the sword.

The autumn breeze is soft, the knife technique turns sharply and lightly, and the knife is changing.

This is the leaf of the knife technique.

The knife technique is complete, the knife contains potential, although there is no yuan force to condense the knife, but there is a knife wind to break the emptiness, everywhere you go, everything is broken, and the river collapses.

The person who dances the knife is Feng Yi.

This way, whether heavy or light, is the nameless sword technique that he created by combining all the martial arts he has learned.

The knife is nameless, and the knife technique is nameless.

The wind stops, the knife stops, and the figure lives.

Feng Yi took a deep breath of the cool autumn air and slowly exhaled the turbid air in his chest and abdomen.

If you look closely, it is a thick dead forest.

"Where is this?"

Feng Yi frowned, concentrating on reminiscing.

"On the outskirts of Yangzhou, or the Lingwu Mountains?"

Looking at the front and back, "What about Xiao Wu?

With a thought, Feng Yi was stunned on the spot, "Could it be ...... I'm out?"

"Whirring ......"

The blazing heat wave swept in the face, with a rich and fierce demonic aura.

Feng Yi suddenly came back to his senses, raised his eyes, and saw a third-order Emperor Devouring Crocodile, staring at a pair of big eyes that were spitting wildly, lying outside the dead woods.

In the big eyes, his body is reflected.

"Huh, where's my clothes?"

Only for a moment, the Emperor Devouring Crocodile had already raised its head to the sky and roared, rushing towards it.