It is said that time becomes unusually slow before death.

But this was not the case with Feng Yi, he only felt that he had just been knocked out by the bone-winged manticore, and the shadow of death immediately enveloped him.

It seemed that there was only a moment, so fast that he didn't have time to think about everything in his life, let alone blame himself for not being able to find his master, and he didn't have time to avenge his parents.

But what about reality? Is it really only a moment?

Feng Yi didn't know that at the same time as his thoughts changed rapidly, Chen Ling and the others were facing endless torture of life and death under the crazy attack of the bone-winged manticore.

A group of Quenching Body Realm martial artists, even with Feng Yuan's Inner Breath Realm late-stage Xuan Cultivator, how could they be able to defeat the sixth-order Xuan Beasts?

Death is coming.

Feng Yuan's protector was anxious, and while Chen Ling was desperately running in the direction where Feng Yi landed, he no longer cared about his own safety, grabbed Chen Ling's back, and used his own flesh and blood to block the fierce blow of the bone-winged manticore.

The minced meat was flying, and this honest man who was loyal to his liver and courage could not even save the whole corpse, so he completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Bin'er, run away......"

Shen Luofeng knew that there was no way to escape, but he still hoped that God could suddenly open his eyes and leave a way for his only son to live.

He pushed Shen Bin away with his backhand, and then lifted his heavy sword and stood proudly in front of him.

The cold wind is strong and fast, and the snowflakes are big and chaotic, but it is difficult to help him after all.

Because he is a father, a father who does not hesitate to face danger for the sake of his son.

"Daddy......"

Shen Bin screamed miserably, but Shen Luofeng's head had already flown to the ground, and the column of blood on his neck rose to the sky. No matter how miserable he screamed, how could he regain his father's long-dissipated vitality?

"Dog offal ......"

Shen Bin's eyes were cracked, and he couldn't wait to rush forward and crush the bones of the evil animal with the bone-winged scorpion tail to ashes, but reason told him that it couldn't be like this.

How can my father not hold on to the glimmer of life that his father fought for in exchange for death?

He gritted his teeth and shed tears, holding a heavy sword in one hand, and pulling up Gongsun Yi, who was trembling all over his body, and was stunned with the other, found the opposite direction of the bone-winged manticore, and ran away without a price.

There were birds and beasts to stop him, and Shen Bin swung his sword angrily.

But after all, he was just a Quenching Body Realm martial artist, how could he break out of the encirclement and escape alive under the heavy obstacles of these hundreds of demon beasts?

The wounds were stacked on his body, and Shen Bin cried out miserably, "Miss Yi, Shen Bin can't protect you anymore." ”

As soon as he landed, he suddenly saw an ink light shoot out.

Everywhere the ink light went, the monsters were lost, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

When the ink light landed, a woman dressed in black and covered with a black veil walked out.

She glanced coldly at the bone-winged manticore, which was rampage not far away, roaring and roaring, and pointed at the sword with her right hand, only lightly.

It was as if time had suddenly stopped, and the bone-winged manticore could no longer move.

It froze, its massive body, struggling to turn its head to see who it was.

But it never had that chance again.

"Bang ......"

The dirty blood fluttered one after another, falling to the ground with the snowflakes, unable to withstand the cold wind, and turned into blood crystals all over the ground in an instant.

The blood crystals reflected the color of the snow, dotted with stars, like the starry sky on a clear night.

In the starry sky, the woman in ink glanced around at the dead or injured people around her, and a touch of sadness suddenly appeared in her cold eyes.

"Alas!"

She sighed softly.

With a sigh, the demon beasts that were fleeing everywhere because of the loss of their leader stopped one after another.

The "bang bang" sound was non-stop, and hundreds of demon beasts all burst into blood mist, and none of them survived.

"Brother Feng......"

Chen Ling's cry broke the silence under the snowy night.

The woman in ink turned her head to look, and saw Chen Ling lying on Feng Yi's body that had become rotten flesh, crying out in grief.

Tears mixed with blood flowed down and dripped on Feng Yi's face, but they were blown by the cold wind and froze.

Chen Ling just cried, just shouted, heartbreaking, and sad.

"He's dead. ”

The woman in ink walked up to Chen Ling's side and said lightly.

Chen Ling raised her head suddenly and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, Brother Feng is not dead, he can't die." ”

"He did die. ”

As soon as the woman in ink said this, Chen Ling had already spurted out a mouthful of suffocating blood under the impact of grief.

The stuffy blood spilled onto Feng Yi's body, and Chen Ling hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he felt his mind sink and fainted.

......

The cold wind is still blowing, blowing people's hearts very chaotic.

The sky finally dawned, and it was white and white, and it made people's eyes hurt.

In the snowy field, there are twenty-one new tombs, in which are buried eighteen blood-clothed messengers, Feng Yuan, Shen Luofeng and ......

Feng Yi.

Only the wind was blowing, and the snow had long since stopped.

Chen Ling and the others didn't know where they went, leaving only the twenty-one new graves, lying quietly in the wilderness.

Inside the tomb, Feng Yi was covered by frozen soil, the blood stains on his body had been wiped clean, and he was still wrapped in a clean new garment.

He was no longer breathing, and even his heart had stopped.

It's just that his body like rotten flesh has never been cold.

In the palace, the fire of life is still burning spontaneously. In the acupuncture points of Ren Du's second vein, the essence of Yuan Li was still rotating around the little life fire that had been differentiated.

With each rotation, he emitted pure and rich Yuan Force, swimming all over Feng Yi's body, repairing severe injuries inside and outside his body.

I don't know how long it was, it seemed like a day, it seemed like three days.

Finally, when the night was gone, Feng Yi's heart, which had already stopped beating, was beating again.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Strong and powerful, radiating hot blood, along with Yuan Li, swim all over Feng Yi's body.

"Hoo ......"

Feng Yi gasped violently and opened his eyes at the same time.

There was darkness in front of him, and he muttered to himself, "Where am I?"

Moving my hands and feet, I only feel the pressure of the four pressures. Where your hands touched, it looked like cold, hard earth.

"Am I buried?"

Thinking of this, he hurriedly dispersed his Yuan Force and shook the frozen soil away.

"Boom ......"

The new grave exploded in the wilderness at dawn.

Feng Yi was dressed in black and jumped out of the grave.

Huan glanced around, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"So many graves, is it ......?"

Looking at them one by one, there were no tombstones in front of them, and I didn't know who was buried inside.

However, there are graves, which means that those who escaped from Sanxuan City did not all die in the mouths of demon beasts.

"I don't know Chen Ling...... Survived no. ”

Feng Yi felt sad, sat down on the ground, and sighed gloomily.

sighed, and said to himself: "If it weren't for the sublimation of life on that day, I would have been dead for a long time this time." Alas, it seems that God still treats me well, and can't bear to see me die. ”

On that day, in the cave under the low peak, the fire of life was sublimated and evolved because it devoured the pure yang qi contained in the blood.

At the beginning, the life fire in Feng Yi's body was just a tiny seed, and it could not be regarded as a real life fire.

It was only after that evolution that it was considered complete.

What was the difference between the complete Lifefire Seed and the previous Lifefire Seed, Feng Yi didn't have time to study it in detail. Now that he has had the leisure to comprehend this life and death encounter.

The evolution of the fire of life is similar to the path of human metaphysical cultivation, and it can also be divided into nine realms.

It's just that in ancient times, few people gave birth to a life fire that was the same as but different from the heart fire like Feng Yi, so there is no standard naming for these nine realms.

With each evolution, Lifefire brings a special ability to its master.

Feng Yi's Life Fire has only evolved once, so there is only one special ability he brings.

And it is precisely because of this special ability that Feng Yi can be guaranteed to be immortal at this time.

This special ability is that as long as the foundation of the life fire and the three fatal vital points of the master's head and heart are not damaged, even if they are seriously injured, they can still survive.

It's not that the vitality is not gone, but that the fire of life at the moment of life and death is in danger, and it independently urges that special ability, forcibly leaving a trace of vitality. And on this basis, slowly conceived and grown, so that the owner was reborn.

Feng Yi was violently hit by the bone-winged manticore-tailed lion before, although his body collapsed, his muscles and bones were broken, and his vitality collapsed. It can be investigated that the internal and external injuries are investigated, and the foundation of the life fire, that is, the Jiang Palace, as well as the head and heart, are not too damaged.

That's why they were born again.

Of course, death must have died once, but it was not completely dead. If not, the cultivation is profound, and the ink-clothed woman who is more than a celestial person will not mistakenly think that Feng Yi is indeed dead.

It's really a fluke, if the head hits the ground first when it falls, no matter how strong the fire of life is, it will be difficult to have this kind of creation.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The cold wind dried the cold sweat on Feng Yi's body.

The internal and external injuries on his body had already been healed by the healing pill qi remaining in the blood of the Yuan Force in the past few days. Now he is full of energy, and there is no trace of fatigue and pain in his body.

He looked up at the large and small tombs that were lined up again, thought for a while, and said secretly: "I don't know where they went if they survived." ”

I think I should have gone to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

I thought again, "Who is that ink-clothed woman?"

If everyone can escape from death, they must have been saved by the woman in ink.

Thinking about it, it's not very organized. Feng Yi's mood changed, and Shen Xuan's face appeared in his heart again.

"I'm going to look for her. ”

Whether it was now or before, he had made up his mind to go to the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range to find Shen Xuan.

Even if all that is found is a broken corpse.

It's a matter of love.

But reason told Feng Yi that with his cultivation at this time, if he entered the Lingwu Mountain Range, it would definitely be difficult to move an inch.

Master's whereabouts still need to be found, and his parents' revenge has not yet been avenged, so how can he die so easily?

But Shen Xuan ......

Feng Yi was in a dilemma, hanging his head in confusion and pain, tugging at his long hair stained with frozen soil.

"Woo ......"

Another birdsong sounded from within the Lingwu Mountain Range.

It was still the same tweet that made Feng Yi feel familiar.

He raised his head, his gaze penetrating the mountains and fields, and fell into the Spirit Mist Mountain Range.

"Is it Ash?"

Thinking about it, he shook his head, "It's impossible, Xiao Gray has no cultivation, it's just an ordinary bird." ”

"Wow...... Quack ......"

The eagle suddenly spun around, and let out a crow-like cry.

When Feng Yi heard this, he suddenly got up.

His expression changed drastically, his eyes were flooded, and he blurted out, "It's Xiao Ash." ”

Little Ash is a gray-haired bird not much bigger than a crow, but smaller than a sparrow. What kind of species it is, Feng Yi doesn't know. He also asked his master Xin Li, but Xin Li's memory was confused, and he couldn't say why.

Feng Yi remembered clearly that in the summer of that year, there was a xenomorph crow that flew from nowhere, appearing near the Dragon Yin Sect.

Ash was playing alone in the dense forest halfway up the mountainside, when he suddenly encountered a crow, and was immediately shocked that his flat feathers were scattered all over the place, and he fled back for his life.

Its courage is already small, and the crow is extremely ugly, not to mention rotten sores, bald and broken claws, and its intestines are hanging out, like a zombie. But it is alive, not dead.

Ash fled in front, and the crow chased behind, screaming as he chased back.

The cry is different from that of ordinary crows, it seems to be the sound of gold and iron colliding, which is extremely harsh.

Fortunately, Xiao Ash finally escaped back to the medicine garden, and Feng Yi couldn't bear to see its trembling and terrifying appearance, so he took a hard bow and shot the crow.

The crow was gone, but Ash somehow learned the crow's strange call.

It seems that it finds this cry very arrogant and intimidating, and can use it to scare away the many sparrows that have always bullied it in the past.

Strange to say, since Ash learned this 'quack' call, no sparrow has dared to come to his trouble. Every time they heard this call, the flocks of finches fled in panic like rats seeing cats.

The little gray toe was arrogant and fearless anymore, and soon became a bully among the birds around the Dragon Yin Sect. There are flocks of wives and concubines, countless female slaves of warblers, oppressive birds, everywhere they go, such as the arrival of kings, the surrender of hundreds of birds, and the end of the land is 'full of evil'.

It's just that this good day didn't last long, because within a few days, Xin Li was persecuted by Zheng Dahu and entered the Lingwu Mountain Range, and has since lost his trace.

Even Xiao Ash left Feng Yi forever on such a not-so-beautiful day.