At the end of the gaze was the golden coffin that had been lifted.

The golden coffin is still the same, nothing unusual.

The lid of the coffin that fell to the ground firmly tied Feng Yi's gaze, making it difficult for him to move away in the slightest.

Why is this so?

Because of the coffin lid that fell to the ground, a lot of white jade floor tiles were smashed.

The floor tiles were shattered, and a pure and rich resentment was emanating from it.

The angry air soars into the air, gathers, and condenses.

The magic pattern swayes, and the evil spirit appears.

One appeared, two followed, three, four......

The list is endless, in the thousands.

Feng Yi only felt that his scalp was numb, and blurted out: "How can there be so many evil spirits?"

As soon as the words landed, I suddenly heard the evil wind rise.

The evil wind blew the evil spirits laughing incessantly, tearing and devouring each other, fighting and killing each other.

In the end, the strong devoured the weak, and thousands returned to one, and finally became a ten-zhang demon god condensed by resentment.

Four-sided, five-tailed, eight-handed.

It's Xiao Wu.

"It's him ......"

Feng Yi's expression was solemn, his right hand reached into the Xuan Sac, and took out the last second-grade Xuan Bing.

Shen ...... Luo Bing, be careful, this is a demon god. ”

The demon god is transformed and gradually solidified. The magic pattern on the chest is coiled, and there are eight in total.

The number of demon patterns represents the level of cultivation of evil spirits.

The following three patterns are called evil spirits, four to six patterns are called evil spirits, and seven to nine lines are called evil demons.

The one in front of him was none other than an eight-striped demon.

Such a great demon is already the most in Yizhou. It is an encounter with an eighth-order alien beast, a blue-eyed golden eagle, etc., and they may not be able to fall behind.

"Ah......h

The demon god roared wildly, opening his mouth with his mouth open, and coming out with the same voice.

One voice is like a rough man, one voice is like a crazy demon beast, one voice is like a wicked woman, and one voice is like an evil baby.

The four roars together shook the heavens and the earth, and they were terrifying.

The fierce and ferocious demonic qi roared in all directions, forcing Feng Yi and Luo Bing's bodies to tremble, and they almost wanted to fall.

Luo Bing's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "How can there be an eight-pattern demon here?"

Feng Yi was also afraid, "He was sealed in the broken temple at the entrance of the Xiaowu altar, how could he appear here?"

"Ah......h

The demon god roared twice.

As far as the sound came, the gold and jade were shattered.

The stone chamber collapsed, and the smoke and dust were greatly made.

The stone wall made of gold bricks collapsed backwards with a "boom". Feng Yi felt it in his heart, and hurriedly reached out to grab Luo Bing, and dragged her back in a hurry.

He didn't know what was behind the collapsed brick wall, but whatever it was, it couldn't be more terrifying than this eight-striped demon.

"I am...... Owl...... Wu!"

The demon god roared wildly, and on a vicious face, his blood-red eyes had already seen the man and woman who were retreating together.

The big mouth grinned in a cruel arc, and the long scarlet tongue stretched out and licked at the cracked big lips.

The thick green liquid slid down the corners of his mouth and fell to the ground of the broken jade, evaporating a puff of smoke that was black in green.

"Two human beings, three thousand years, Lao Tzu finally saw a living person again. ”

As soon as the words landed, the demon god stretched out a hand steeply.

The big hand greeted the storm, and the roar had extended in front of Feng Yi and Luo Bing.

"He doesn't know me anymore?"

Feng Yixin thought about this, and after the thought flashed, he hurriedly danced the Xuandao and slashed towards the six-fingered demon claw that stretched out.

Luo Bing reacted one step ahead of him, and with a sword trick in his right hand, a light purple sword light suddenly shot out.

The sword light hit the claws of the devil, and there was a piercing sound like the clash of gold and iron.

The sparks dissipated, and the sword light shattered.

"Carving insect skills!"

The demon god laughed wildly, and the devil's claws were already a foot in front of the two of them.

At this moment, Feng Yi's Xuan Dao slashed down.

He held Luo Bing's left hand tightly in his right hand and a knife in his left hand. The ghost gate in the palm of his hand has already appeared, and the stone gate will not be opened, but there is a trace of extremely pure resentment coming out.

When the evil spirit first appeared, Feng Yi summoned the ghost gate.

He was ready to fight at any time, and the Ghost Gate Pass was his biggest reliance. Although there are many misfortunes, there is no other way to do it at this time.

The resentful aura that radiated from it ran down Feng Yi's left hand and slashed at the devil's claws.

A knife crossed, and blood splattered.

"Poof......

Like a sharp blade cracking, the devil's claws fall in response.

"Ah......h

The demon god roared in pain, his head turned, and his eight blood-colored eyes stared at Feng Yi's left-handed Xuandao frequently.

On the Xuandao, the ink light flooded, and the resentful qi flowed wildly.

"The Ghost Gate is closed...... You are...... Du Ziren!"

The demon god let out a loud cry, turned and ran.

Feng Yi was stunned, and Luo Bing was also stunned.

But the demon god had smashed through the brick wall and ran into the vast palace.

"This ......"

Feng Yi stared blankly at his left hand.

Luo Bing's brows furrowed slightly, "You can actually control the resentful qi?"

"I ......"

Feng Yi didn't know how to explain it.

Looking in front of him again, the figure of the demon god had been obscured by the thick dragon pillar. Only crazy screams sounded from time to time, accompanied by the sound of "dong dong" footsteps, running farther and farther.

Suspicious clouds flew all over the sky, and Luo Bing stared at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at Luo Bing.

The four eyes intersected, the girl was still the same girl, but the boy was no longer the boy he used to be.

His dantian is broken, his Xuan Gong has changed, his life experience is about to come out, and the long-missing master is about to meet.

Should I rejoice?

Rejoice.

Feng Yi smiled warmly, Luo Bing's face was dazed, "Mad Cow ......"

This is the nickname that Shen Xuan gave Feng Yi, and only Shen Xuan will call him this way.

Feng Yi's heart trembled, and he took the person next to him into his arms.

"I'm here. ”

The delicate body trembled slightly, and Luo Bing suddenly screamed in pain.

"My head hurts, it hurts......"

Feng Yi was shocked, and asked with concern: "How can you have a headache? Do you remember what happened before? Don't think about headaches......

Shen Xuan...... Feng Yi...... Luo Bing...... Who am I?"

The girl asked repeatedly, and Feng Yi replied one by one, "You are Shen Xuan, and you are Luo Bing, and I am Feng Yi." That's enough for you to know, don't think about anything else. ”

How can you not want to?

A person's thoughts can never be controlled, no matter how high the cultivation is.

Luo Bing didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't control it.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts, and the more I think about it, the more confused my memory becomes.

A gust of wind arose beside her, causing Feng Yi to almost fall.

But he stubbornly refused to fall, and hugged the man in his arms tightly.

Purple light rose and enveloped Luo Bing's body. The fierce power of the Xuan Xiu of the Sea Realm is fully revealed.

But with the fluctuation of memory, the power is slowly declining.

After a while, retreat to the realm of Huayuan.

Tears slipped from the corners of Luo Bing's eyes, she bit her lip, trembling like a flower bullied by the wind and rain, which could break the rhizome at any time, and her soul returned to nothingness.

"Feng Yi, hold me tight, I'm so scared...... Mother-in-law, don't kill him, okay? I'll go back with you......"

The power of the strong man shook Feng Yi's sternum and broke it, and blood flowed wildly from the corners of his mouth.

Wound after injury, but he still didn't let go of his hands.

Because the person in his arms said that he would hold her tight.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

Hugging and snuggling up to each other, the power of the strong is declining faster and faster.

After a while, he had retreated to the Mysterious Realm.

Feng Yi can bear it.

It's tea again, and the Xuan Realm declines to the Inner Rest Realm.

Feng Yi couldn't bear to see Luo Bing in such pain, his right hand rushed out, and he wanted to seal her acupoint and make her fall into a deep sleep.

But as soon as her fingers approached Luo Bing's back, she suddenly stopped trembling, and the pain on her face dissipated.

The girl raised her head and looked at Feng Yi with deep affection.

"Feng Yi ......"

A call is worth a thousand words.

Feng Yi knew that she was back.

The person in his arms was no longer Elder Luo Bing of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but his own Shen Xuan.

He was so happy that he didn't realize that there was a woman in an ink robe and a black veil standing beside him.

In the palm of the woman's right hand, there was a thick cloud of black smoke.

The black smoke transformed, condensed into the appearance of the demon god Wu for a while, and then collapsed into smoke for a while.

Wu was struggling, roaring wildly.

But the struggle was ineffective, and the roar was silent.

Everything was silent, only the breathing sound of Feng Yi and Shen Xuan echoed in this ruin.

"If Ling'er knew that he had found the person in his heart, would she still be happy?"

The woman in ink muttered to herself.

"Stinky girl, who are you? How dare you ban the deity?"

Xiao Wu's crazy roar echoed in the heart of the woman in ink.

She snorted coldly, and with the force of her right hand, she crushed the black smoke.

Broken black smoke escaped from between his fingers, and a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, blowing it away without a trace.

The woman in ink smiled coldly, "A wisp of remnant gods dares to be rampant." ”

After sneering, he thought again, "Should I take him to see Ling'er?"

"Ranger, I've sorted out my memories, come back. ”

An illusory voice pierced through the barriers of time and space and fell into the ears of the woman in ink.

She groaned for a moment, shook her head and sighed, her body slowly fading, and finally disappeared into the ruins.

When he appeared, he was already standing in the ruined temple, beside Xiao Wu.

The chains are still the same, but Xiao Wu is much calmer than before.

He crossed his knees on the ground, looked directly at the ranger, and said, "I remember, I am just one of the 48,000 clones of Xiao Wu. So ......"

Ranger raised an eyebrow at him, "So what?"

"So in my memory, I don't have the practice of Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu let out a long sigh.

"You are sincere, I don't need Xiao Wu's cultivation exercises, any kind of Xuan Gong in the other world can be. ”

The ranger seems to have known this for a long time, and he is not so disappointed.

Xiao Wu smiled proudly, "Although I am not Xiao Wu's body, I am also Xiao Wu after all." Xiao Wu disdains to deceive you little girl. ”

Ranger pouted, "Then you deceived him before?"

"He is different from you, he is Du Ziren, the Southern Ghost Emperor. "When Xiao Wu talked about 'Du Ziren' and 'Southern Ghost Emperor', a trace of anger and hatred that could not be concealed involuntarily appeared in his expression.

"If it weren't for him, Xiao Wu wouldn't have been banned. ”

Anger turned to madness, and Wu jumped up violently, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Ranger raised his hand and waved out an inky streamer and rolled towards Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu's tall and ugly body trembled violently, and he immediately regained his composure.

"Little girl, your cultivation is not weak. ”

Ranger chuckled softly, "How is it better than your body?"

"Ants are more powerful than dragons. "Xiao Wu's nostrils are facing the sky.

The ranger snapped his fingers, and suddenly the world changed.

The ruined temple disappears, hell appears, all demons mourn, and evil demons wail.

"You...... Good means!" Xiao Wu looked surprised, his head twisted, and he looked deeply at the ranger's eight eyes.

"And now?" asked the Ranger with a smile.

Xiao Wu thought for a moment and said, "The spirit snake is more than a real dragon. ”

The expression is still arrogant.

The ranger frowned and sighed, his expression quite sad.

"You don't have all the exercises, do you want to combine the Xuan Gong of the two worlds and make up for the gaps?" asked Xiao Wu.

Ranger nodded.

"If you help me, I'll set you free. ”

Xiao Wu shook his head, "You don't have the ability to set me free." ”

"I'm talking about you. The ranger stared at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu looked at her and fell into deep thought.

"Ahh......h

The beasts roared, and hell crumbled.

With a wave of his right hand, the ruined temple reappeared. She turned her head to look at the pitch-black portal in the southeast corner of the ruined temple, and frowned, "The Cockroach and the Devil are fighting, and the Extreme Realm powerhouse of Drunken Dream City is also coming." The tide of time and space is only for a moment, and if you still hesitate, I really don't have the ability to set you free. ”

Xiao Wu was tangled and anxious.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, but you have to help me cover up the rules, and I want to stay in the boundless world." ”

This time it was the Ranger's turn to frown and struggle......