At this time, Feng Yanran and several people made a move.

Then, they remembered that Feng Ling was now sixteen years old, the ninth time that the nine-colored light burst had occurred.

I remember that Feng Ling told them before, three years ago, when Master Ancestor Han Chuan suppressed the nine-colored light in Feng Ling's body, he said that after three years, the nine-colored light would explode again.

A thousand years ago, Feng Ling was only thirteen years old.

Now, Feng Ling is more than sixteen years old, and this outbreak may be the real outbreak.

"The ninth outbreak is the most dangerous one, Xiao Lingzi, you have to hold on!"

At this time, the crane fairy came to Feng Ling's side, and a strong aura poured into Feng Ling's body, wanting to help Feng Ling suppress it.

The crane fairy's current cultivation is already the seventh heaven of the Martial Emperor Realm, and if he goes all out, the probability of suppressing it is still relatively large.

"Brother Ling, you have to hold on, woo woo woo ......"

Yi Chengcheng stood aside, watching the nine-colored light from Feng Ling's body overflow at will, and directly cried in fright.

The power of the nine-colored light is very terrifying, and at this time, the surrounding aura is constantly converging towards this side because of the nine-colored light.

Just because, the nine-colored light seemed to escape from Feng Ling's body, and the speed was extremely fast.

Due to the influence of the surrounding general trend, the surrounding aura is surging madly towards this side.

"Xiao Lingzi, sister believes in you! you will definitely be able to defeat yourself and defeat the nine-colored light. Sixteen years ago, it didn't take your life, so today it's even more wishful thinking!"

At this moment, Feng Lingpan was sitting on a boulder at the bottom of the waterfall, and his whole body was already wet with sweat.

Around his body, nine-colored light rushed out of his body frantically, and Feng Ling's body seemed to explode.

At this time, Feng Ling's sweaty face showed an extremely painful look, and his face was as pale as paper.

Seeing Feng Ling's current appearance, Feng Yanran's heart was like dripping blood, and she was extremely tormented.

However, she is bigger than Feng Ling and can't cry like Yi Chengcheng, she has to cheer up and give Feng Ling enough confidence.

Therefore, Feng Yanran kept saying some words of encouragement to Feng Ling on the side.

Since Feng Ling was born, it can be said that he has not had many good days.

was born, and was entered by the nine-colored light of unknown origin, and then snatched by foreign powerhouses, and finally thrown directly off the magic cliff.

After being thrown off the Demon Cliff, he thought that Feng Ling would definitely die.

Fortunately, he was saved by the crane fairy, and Feng Ling was able to survive.

After that, when Feng Ling grew up to be six years old, the nine-colored light in his body would burst out once every year or so.

And each outbreak, it is a little stronger than the previous one.

Every time it erupted, Feng Ling felt like he was going to die, and he was tortured.

Fortunately, Feng Ling survived with the constant encouragement of the crane fairy.

After many explosions of nine-colored light, it gradually sharpened Feng Ling's willpower and heart.

Later, when Feng Ling was ten years old, because the Crane Fairy had something important to return to the Heavenly Demon Palace, he had to send Feng Ling back to the Wind Clan.

Originally, he had been tortured by the nine-colored light every year, and Feng Ling was already exhausted.

However, since Feng Ling returned to the Wind Clan, he has been ostracized by most of the people in the clan.

Some people believe that Feng Ling not only can't cultivate, but his strength is weak, so he won't bring much benefit to the family.

Moreover, the nine-colored light in his body, every time it broke out, the patriarch Feng Xiaotian had to spend a lot of money to buy a large number of medicinal materials for treatment.

Since Feng Ling returned to the Wind Clan at the age of ten, to the age of thirteen, in three years, the patriarch Feng Xiaotian had spent almost a year's income of the Wind Clan to treat Feng Ling.

Although, most of the money is Howling Heaven's own.

But most of the people were somewhat unconvinced when they saw such a situation.

I feel that even if Feng Ling is cured, Feng Ling can't cultivate, and his cultivation is almost impossible to improve, and he will still be a waste in the future, and he can only eat and drink for nothing in the family.

Such a person, why did he let Feng Xiaotian spend so much money to save him.

Even if Feng Ling is Feng Xiaotian's biological son, it can't.

After all, Wind Howling is the head of the Wind Clan, and he should focus on the overall situation.

As a result, many people are jealous of Feng Ling.

Subsequently, the people of the Wind Clan also saw the importance that Feng Xiaotian attached to Feng Ling, and felt that Feng Ling was definitely a candidate for the next patriarch.

In the Wind Clan, the position of the young master is free, so some young children want to sit on the position of the young master.

As long as he sits on the throne of the young master, then the choice of the next patriarch is almost decided.

Slowly, people like Feng Hao and Feng Chen jumped out and made it difficult for Feng Ling.

If you want Feng Ling to know, it is impossible for Feng Ling to get the position of young master, even if he is the son of the patriarch Feng Xiaotian.

The candidate for the position of the young master must not only be outstanding enough, but also crush the younger generation in the clan in terms of cultivation.

From this point of view, Feng Ling at that time was obviously unable to become a young master.

However, the world is unpredictable, many people have seen Feng Xiaotian's attention to Feng Ling, and people with full hearts are slowly losing their hearts.

The further back he went, more and more clansmen thought that Feng Xiaotian might use the power of the patriarch to forcibly establish the young master of Feng Ling, and he would be the next patriarch candidate.

Since they had the idea of covering up, Fengchen and Feng Hao couldn't sit still, and repeatedly found someone to embarrass Feng Ling, so that Feng Ling knew the difficulty and retreated.

During that time, Feng Ling had a hard time and was almost killed several times.

Especially that time, Mengyi Rou and Feng Ling were attacked and killed by Feng Hao in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, and finally fell off the cliff.

That time, if it weren't for a big tree under the cliff, Feng Ling and Meng Yirou would definitely be crushed.

......

Feng Yanran looked at Feng Ling's painful expression now, and suddenly thought of the life Feng Ling had lived in the past sixteen years, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Xiao Lingzi, you have to hold on, Uncle Feng is still waiting for you to save it! Aunt is still waiting for you to pick you up and return to the clan, and Yirou is still waiting for you to find it......"

At this moment, Feng Yanran also cried, she thought of Feng Ling's past, and saw Feng Ling's current appearance, extremely painful.

How she wished that it was she who was suffering so much now.

"Ah...... , bastard!"

At this moment, Feng Ling's body kept trembling, his face was bloodless, and he was as white as paper.

He roared heartbreakingly, as if he was shouting the unwillingness in his heart, and as if he was venting the pain he had endured.

When he heard Feng Yanran's words, Feng Ling, who was already a little deflated, cheered up again.

Then he thought about what he had been through for 16 years.

There are many unwillingness in his heart, he still has a lot of things to do, and a lot of responsibilities.

His promise to find Meng Yirou has not yet been fulfilled.

He also has the responsibility to save his father and pick up his mother.

None of this has been achieved for him, and he can't just die like that.

"Ah...... I'm not reconciled to ......"

Feng Ling struggled to run the Divine Flower Secret Technique to resist the nine-colored light.

He wanted to completely suppress the nine-colored light through the Divine Flower Secret Technique, and directly annihilate all the nine-colored light in the Divine Flower Plate.

Before, the nine-colored light formed a divine flower plate, staying in the fairy palace, thinking about it, as long as the strength was enough, it would definitely be possible to directly suppress and even refine the nine-colored light.

Now, the other exercises in Feng Ling's body no longer worked, and even the Spirit Technique didn't have much effect.

Now, Feng Ling pinned all his hopes on the Divine Flower Secret Technique.

"Snow Princess...... Butterfly Dance ...... Glass up!"

Feng Ling directly superimposed the first three secrets of the Divine Flower Secret Technique.

Suddenly, the surrounding aura and immortal qi frantically converged towards him, and these aura and immortal qi wanted to confront the nine-colored light.

"Sister Fairy, take a break, next, let me try it myself!"

At this time, Feng Ling saw the sweaty crane fairy and spoke.

The Crane Fairy has been helping him suppress, and now he is about to collapse, and if it continues like this, the Crane Fairy will definitely be injured.

Moreover, Feng Ling also wanted to try to suppress and refine the nine-colored light by himself.

"Can you?"

The crane fairy also felt a little unbearable, and if she continued to consume it like this, she would not be able to bear it sooner or later.

"Well, Sister Fairy, I've worked hard for you, you can take a break!"

Feng Ling clenched his teeth and struggled to run the Divine Flower Secret Technique, and said.

"Okay, if you can't hold on, whether you agree or not, I'll intervene!"

With that, the crane fairy withdrew his aura and stepped aside to the side of Yi Cheng City.

"Bright moon, purple rhyme, up!"

The moment the crane fairy withdrew, Feng Ling obviously felt a huge pressure, and he almost couldn't hold on.

So, he hurriedly ran the fourth and fifth secrets of the Divine Flower Secret Technique, and only then did he reach a balance.

"Ah...... Give me back!"

Feng Ling tried to run the five secrets at the same time, tried to superimpose the operation, and the first time the five secrets were superimposed, it was a little difficult.

However, I am still working hard, and I am slowly going from rusty to proficient.

He tried to use the Divine Flower Secret Technique to suppress and absorb, absorb the nine-colored light back into the Spirit Palace, and then refine it.

"Brother Ling, hold on!"

At this time, Feng Ling was even more painful, and Feng Yanran and the others also clenched their fists, and they were very nervous in their hearts.

Feng Yanran and Yi Chengcheng's whole bodies were already wet with sweat, and they were very worried about Feng Ling.

And the crane fairy was sitting on the boulder next to her a little weakly, slowly cultivating and recovering from her state, she had consumed too much just now, and she was a little unbearable.

"Ah......h

Feng Ling's heart-rending cry, roared......

not only vented the inner dare, but also vented the pain.

With each roar, Feng Yanran and Yi Chengcheng's fists clenched a little, and at this moment, a drop of blood slowly fell from their fingers.

Their nails were already in the flesh.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, half a day passed.

During this half a day, Feng Ling had been resisting the nine-colored light in great pain.

It was very painful at first, but I slowly mastered the method, and the more I got to the end, the better the situation.

By now, the nine-colored light was not as violent as before.

With the operation of the five secrets of the Feng Ling Divine Flower Secret Technique, the nine-colored light was slowly absorbed into the Spirit Palace.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and now Feng Ling's body no longer had the nine-colored light overflowing, replaced by the surrounding aura and immortal energy.

Now the rich aura and immortal qi have entered Feng Ling's Spirit Palace, slowly enhancing his cultivation.

"Damn, it's like I've been reborn after the catastrophe!"

After a while, Feng Ling stopped cultivating, slowly stood up, stretched his somewhat tired body, and said.