He raised his eyes to look at the man in green clothes at the entrance of the cave, stunned, and fell into the whirlpool of memories.

Windswept ......

All the people in this world who know the existence of the Yuan Devouring Spirit respectfully call him the Spirit Master, or fear him, or ask for him.

It's just because the Spirit Lord is the patriarch of the Yuan-devouring Spirit clan, and he is the most powerful of the Yuan-devouring Spirits.

He hadn't heard anyone call him Fengxun in years, so long that he had almost forgotten that he had a name too.

The name was given to him by Fuso.

That year, he was still young, and he had just succeeded to the position of the Lord of the Yuan Soul Spirit. Seeing that the Yuan Devouring Spirit Clan was slaughtered by the Heavenly Soldiers, with all the dead and wounded, he had no ability to resist.

In despair, he wanted to end his life by self-immolation.

The black-haired and red-clothed noble boy descended from the sky, appeared in front of him, and quietly lived in his heart.

Just that one glimpse was enough to mess up his life......

Fuso told him: "No one can choose to be born, but you can choose how to walk in the world, and right and wrong are in your heart, not in your race." ”

He smiled bitterly: "We devouring the Yuan Spirit are monsters outside the Three Realms, the Protoss wants to get rid of us quickly, and the people and demons have tried their best to catch us, use us to increase our longevity to achieve immortality, and after achieving the goal, they are afraid of our strength, and beg the Protoss to destroy us forever, we are aliens abandoned by this world." ”

Fusang sighed: "All living beings have their own meaning of existence, you don't have to be so discouraged, and don't be disappointed in this world. I'll give you a place where you can stay and no one or God will find you. ”

He wondered, "Didn't you bring the heavenly soldiers to destroy us, and why did you let me go?"

Fusang smiled slightly, his smile was like a spring breeze, and he could make people ripple inadvertently, he said: "This Shenjun let you go today because you have never done evil, I hope you can still maintain your pure heart in the future, otherwise I will not be the first to spare you, you know?"

His heart was touched, and he nodded vigorously, "I will, God Venerable, you can rest assured, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

He was a little worried: "But you saved me, how should I go back?"

Fusang chuckled indifferently: "You little guy, you can't protect yourself and still have the heart to worry about this Divine Monarch? ”

He bowed: "Thank you to the gods, I will definitely repay the great kindness of the gods if I need me in the future." ”

"Okay, children should be a little innocent, always serious, looking weird and awkward. Fusang smiled and helped him up, "What's your name?"

He hesitated: "I, I don't have a name......"

Fusang raised his eyebrows and quipped: "You Yuanling don't have a face, how do you usually communicate if you don't have a name?"

He smiled shyly: "They all call me the Spirit Lord, and the generations of the Devouring Yuan Spirit Patriarchs are called the Spirit Lord. ”

Fusang laughed and said, "I accidentally saved a great Yuan Eater." ”

"Hmm......" he was silent.

Fusang really loves to laugh, he laughs brightly, beautiful but not demonic.

He stared blankly at Fusang and lost his mind for a long time.

Fusang frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "I'll give you a name, why don't you just call it...... The wind is rugged, the wind and bones are rugged, may you be honest and honest all your life, and have a backbone. ”

"Wind ......" he silently read the name several times, and his heart was full of joy.

Fusang explained: "There is another meaning, you have to cherish the surname Feng, because Nuwa's original surname is Feng, and if you want to follow her surname, you must be compassionate, understand?"

He agreed very earnestly: "Feng Xun remembers." ”

Later, Fusang brought the only remaining Yuan-devouring spirits of their clan to an iceberg in Beizhou, which had no name at that time, and was a boundary that no one had set foot on.

In order to prevent anyone from discovering the whereabouts of the Devouring Yuan Spirit, Fusang played a few songs on the mountain, reinforcing the special formation on the iceberg through the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and melodious, and the aftersound lingers, and someone overhears it and names the mountain Ledu Mountain.

In this way, the Yuanling clan lived an ordinary life no different from ordinary people in Ledu Mountain. He devoted himself to cultivation every day, just so that one day he could repay Fusang's kindness.

Until one day, Fuso called him away.

When he arrived at the Hall of the Burning Sun, he saw the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed as if she were asleep.

Fusang said to him: "Fengxun, you do me a favor and give her my 1,000-year-old life, you can do it, right?"

He couldn't help but be stunned, "Why?"

A thousand years is ten lives and ten lifetimes for the human race, and it is also a long time for the god race.

How long can he live with this thousand-year-old Fusang? He was afraid, and he didn't dare to look at it.

If someone else made such a request to him, he would definitely laugh at whether that person was tired of being alive, but this person was Fusang, was this girl so important to him?

Who is she Fusang, so that he is willing to sacrifice a thousand years of life for her?

He hurriedly said: "Extracting your spiritual power at one time for a thousand years of longevity will be greatly damaged! There is also a possibility of leaving sequelae. ”

Fusang was ready and said, "It's okay, no matter what the cost, I just want her to wake up." ”

He could only agree, he could not refuse his request, even if his heart ached beyond measure.

He is a monster without face or gender, how can he be worthy of such a beautiful Fuso? He and him will never be possible.

Now that Fusang has a sweetheart who can give everything for it, he can only bless and fulfill it.

He watched Fuso's life pass slowly, and he carefully drew enough for a thousand years of life and gave it to the girl lying on the bed.

Fuso fell to the ground suddenly, so weak that it seemed as if he had a serious illness.

He pulled Fusang up, but saw that Fusang was relieved, and smiled at him: "Thank you." ”

He asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Fusang said: "She was calculated by others and was eaten by Ruoying." That's all I can think of, thanks to you. ”

He was furious: "Who did it?"

Who caused Fusang to sacrifice so much Shouyuan for this? He must make the other party pay a greater price!

Fusang patted him on the shoulder and said busily: "You don't have to worry about this, I can handle it myself." Hurry back, the heavenly soldiers are coming. ”

He did not go back, he vowed to take revenge on the murderers who calculated Fusang and his beloved.

With his current cultivation, he can come and go freely without knowing it, and there is no enchantment circle in this world that he can't break through.

He infiltrated the residence of the Heavenly Brew Fairy, and turned into a wisp of spiritual power to hide in the wine brewed by the Brew Fairy.

He succeeded, the wine fairy was punished, Qionglin was demoted, and the devouring spirit in the wine played a vital role, he was very happy, he did it, he helped Fusang, who he had been thinking about for a long time.

But Fusang was a little angry, and reprimanded: "It's all Qionglin's doing, it's not about the wine fairy, I have my plans, even if Qionglin doesn't recognize me, there is a way for her to admit it, why do you want to do this?"

His face was full of pride, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, "This is ironclad, but it's safe, isn't it?"