"Boom."

A series of soul blasts rang out.

Feng Zhao's God King slashed quickly, and the dense demons were simply shocked out of the way.

Their remnants are like layers of black waves, one stack rises and the other descends.

There is no end to the road, and there are no more evil spirits.

"Dead ...... Die. ”

The power of the gods and souls could not stop the greed of these evil spirits, and their throats emitted a low and unpleasant roar, and the salty and wet breath of lust was mixed with it, making people sick to their stomachs.

Feng Zhao usually loves to be clean, and he can't bear a trace of dust, but now he is facing such filthy and dirty things.

The flower of the high ridge on his cold mountain, but he is willing to put down the shelf for Lan Wujiang and step into this filthy mud.

Feng Zhao's good-looking brows and eyes were furrowed, and the killing never stopped.

The dead demons turned to ashes in the air, and the living demons made a detour behind Feng Zhao and tried to sneak attack.

Feng Zhao had been killing for four hours, his arms gradually became numb, his palms holding the Divine King Sword were calloused, and his eyes were red.

There is still no end in sight......

Little by little, the white hair turned into black hair, and the red eyes of the evil qi appeared after Feng Zhao had too much penetration.

Demonic and evil, dressed in white but like Yama, there is no fairy spirit.

The noble snow lotus that blooms above the white clouds will also become a bewitching bloodthirsty flower when it enters hell.

Feng Zhao became more and more crazy as he killed, and the resentment in his heart was drawn out little by little, precipitating thousands of years of hatred and hatred, and the entanglement of the past, all vented to these evil ghosts at this moment.

The people of the divine realm have pushed him into hell with great sounds, but he himself is enjoying himself, and every time his sacrifice day, he has to pretend to sigh with regret.

It's disgusting.

"Boom."

The God King Sword in Feng Zhao's hand gathered his strength again, and with a wave of it towards the front road, a golden light rushed away all the evil ghosts.

The screams continued.

An evil ghost took the opportunity to climb Feng Zhao's sleeve, leaving its own traces and liquid on it.

Feng Zhao raised his foot and kicked the evil ghost who was pulling his sleeve directly.

There was anger in his eyes.

Whoever is taking a step forward at this time will only have one word left.

Slash –

"Boom."

The originally flat road suddenly cracked a big mouth, and the demon world seemed to be split in two.

Feng Zhao raised his eyes and saw another path descending from the sky.

One end was under his feet, the other was to the horizon, and there was another barrier door at the mouth of the long staircase.

Is this all there is to it?

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Feng Zhao's lips, and the demons behind him pounced on him to tear him off from it.

But as soon as the evil ghost touched that road, his soul flew away.

There are evil spirits who bewitch people's hearts, let the ghosts in front of them lie on their stomachs, and step on their backs and walk forward quickly.

If there are enough demons, they can let Feng Zhao die here.

Feng Zhao realized that something was wrong when he stepped on the second step of the ladder.

All kinds of memories of the past filled his brain, making him unable to concentrate, but was exaggerated by this hatred, and his grief was deep to the bone.

Those gray memories were opened little by little at this moment, and the mask he had disguised for a long time was shattered.

In the twelfth year of Shenwu, the god realm was sealed, he was the proud son of the sky, a descendant of the immortal clan, inherited his father's position at the age of twelve, cultivated ruthless Dao, and stepped into the god realm at the age of fifteen.

For a time, the elegance was unparalleled, and everyone was glamorous.

He is in a high position and is not afraid of the cold, and he is a heroic young man with integrity.

Who would have thought that the internal secret battle in the divine realm inadvertently triggered the birth of the Great Emperor.

The Great Emperor rebelled, the Divine Realm was in danger, his parents had been cultivating for many years, and they all died in that battle, and the Feng family was loyal to the Divine Emperor, but was finally pushed out by the Divine Emperor as a scapegoat.

There are forty-seven people in the Feng family, and apart from him, none of them are alive.

And he was finally forcibly sacrificed to heaven and earth in the name of saving the world, and the remnant soul was also used by people with a heart to make a divine soul spell.

What did the Feng family do wrong?

On the day of his family's death, he knelt outside the temple for a whole day.

He was beaten by the divine servants for seven thousand four hundred and eighty boards, and he never took a step back.

God has no heart, and so does the God Emperor.

What did he Feng Zhao do wrong again?

The parents are not there, and they can't find the God Emperor for revenge, so they can only kill the Emperor alone.

The Great Emperor and him were both defeated, and the God Emperor gathered the forces of the Divine Realm to suppress the Great Emperor at this time.

It's over.

Forty-seven people of the Feng family died in vain.

But no one stood up for the Feng family to say a word.

Feng Zhao laughed out loud when he thought of this, the sweetness in his throat bubbled out, and he took another step forward.

Stepping on the cold stone steps, behind him was a demon howling.

The location of this staircase is very cleverly designed.

If you can't step up the new stairs for a quarter of an hour, the demons behind you will devour you.

What a good calculation.

Feng Zhao's eyes became colder and colder, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out.

When he was a young man, there were countless people who wanted to ask to marry a Taoist couple.

The owner of Napenglai Island is one of them.

Before the Feng family destroyed the door, he tried everything to please him, and when the Feng family had an accident, he took the jade pendant to beg the island owner, but the island owner directly smashed the dragon and phoenix jade pendant.

Penglai Fairy can't go out of retreat.

He was the only one.

No one wants to help him.

Feng Zhao's lips moved slightly, and Lan Wujiang's voice appeared in the jade Perry he was carrying.

At this time, it should be night in Nanzhou.

Feng Zhao was pulled back to his senses by Lan Wujiang's voice.

"What's wrong?" He softened his voice, and the annoyance between his eyebrows subsided slightly.

Feng Zhao has been gone for a day today, and Lan Wujiang has been thinking about Feng Zhao all the time.

"Nothing...... Is everything going well?" Lan Wujiang held the jade ring, and the whole person was in the quilt.

There is a pale red layer floating in the corners of the eyes.

Feng Zhao glanced back at the hideous appearance of the evil ghost behind him, and smiled sarcastically, "It's going well." ”

"But it doesn't sound like it's going well." Lan Wujiang had already been shaken to his ears by the roar on Feng Zhao's end.

Feng Zhao is not in a good state now, he pursed his lips and walked up, his clothes soaked with cold sweat behind his back, "Then if you don't talk about it later, I'm afraid I'll make a noise to you." ”

The sparse sound of Lan Wujiang turning over fell into Feng Zhao's ears.

The cold heart gradually warmed up.

"I'll accompany you, just take the jade pendant."

Lan Wujiang sighed slightly.

The iron-eater climbed onto her bed at some point, a fluffy mass rolling on the pillow.

Lan Wujiang stretched out his finger and gently touched the soft lump.

Feng Zhao's lips opened slightly, and it took a long time for a word to come out of his throat.

"Okay."

Before he knew it, he had already walked most of the way, and the evil ghosts behind him could no longer catch up with him.

His attention was all on Jade Perry in his palm.

The night on Lan Wujiang's side was quiet.

Even if it's just the surface of the undercurrent surging peacefully.

It is incompatible with his hideous crumbling world.

But fate is often so strange.

Two people who could not have intersected at all, under the arrangement of fate, had an intersection, and since then they have been inseparable, and the world has become one.

Tranquility is it, and so is cracking.

They did not complain to each other and endured it quietly.

"Boom."

The God King Knife in Feng Zhao's hand slashed across the long steps, and small sparks flew everywhere.

The Gate of Enchantment is right in front of you. Hassle-free

He came over.

After all the love and hatred, unbearable past.

Embarrassed.

"Are you feeling better?" Lan Wujiang's voice was sweet and soft.

Feng Zhao smiled slightly and walked into the gate of the enchantment.

"Much better."

Because of you, the road ahead is warm.

"Gollum."

The surface of the lake, which resembles the magma pool, appeared in Feng Zhao's line of sight.

Feng Zhao's eyes drooped slightly, and his face was as usual and he stepped into the magma.

The part below the thigh quickly turned into a black skeleton.

He'd been immersed in lava for hundreds of years, and the pain was a familiar thing.

"Wasn't you upset just now?" Lan Wujiang felt Feng Zhao's breathing steady and tentative opening.

Feng Zhao didn't hide it, he walked forward expressionlessly, while carefully protecting the jade pendant, "Yes......"

Lan Wujiang's heart suddenly wrung for a moment.

Her face turned pale for a moment in pain.

She had a hunch that Feng Zhao's situation might be dangerous.

She had only heard the roar of the demon just now from White Rouge.

But the white rouge is not as good as one-tenth of what Feng Zhao came from just now.

She didn't want a halberd anymore......

She didn't want Feng Zhao to be unhappy.

I don't want Feng Zhao to risk her for her.

"Can I come to you?" Lan Wujiang's fingers clenched suddenly.

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, and a smile rose at the corner of his lips, "Not for the time being, but you should be able to see me in three days." ”

Lan Wujiang lowered his head, suddenly feeling very useless.

Feng Zhao seemed to sense Lan Wujiang's thoughts in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will bring the halberd spectrum back in three days, you study hard, and when you become strong, I will have to rely on you." ”

Feng Zhao's words made Lan Wujiang burst into tears and laughed.

Lan Wujiang's eyes lit up, and he came out of the quilt, "Okay!" That word is a certainty, when I grow up in the future, I must not let others hurt you. ”

"No one can bully you."

No one can let Feng Zhao be wronged.

That's the sun she's chasing.

The sun has to be high, clean and free of dust.

Even if the sun had set for the time being, she would have to let him rise the next day.

Feng Zhao squinted his eyes and walked faster, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

When his little king grows up, he will one day bow down to the world.

In no one deceived her.

Lan Wujiang meditated cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, "You didn't sleep, I don't sleep either, I'll start cultivating now, if you have something, call me." ”

The night has not been cold recently, and Kelan Wujiang is wearing thin, and he still accidentally sneezed after saying this.

Feng Zhao seemed to think of Lan Wujiang's red nose and shrinking appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Lan Wujiang luck dantian.

"It's cute to laugh at you." Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and the power of the divine soul gathered in the part below the thigh, and the flesh and blood grew out of the skeleton little by little.

It's a silent battle.

As long as Feng Zhao was gone, Lan Wujiang meditated for as long as he wanted.

He waded through the magma lake, stepped into the snow-capped mountains, and saw the magnificent snow frozen for thousands of miles, and the annoyance on his body was polished away little by little.

The black hair has become white again, the red eyes are not hateful, and the black eyes are clear.

There was no sound around, only snow fell, and it was lonely as if Feng Zhao was the only one in the Six Realms.

But Feng Zhao knew that he was not alone.

Jade Perry would always hear a little even breathing sound from time to time.

These breathing sounds reminded him that Lan Wujiang was with him.

He didn't walk alone on this vast avenue.

The three-day period is here.

Feng Zhao had never expected this snow-capped mountain road to be so long.

"What should I do, I can't come back today." Feng Zhao reluctantly picked up the jade pendant, his hand bones were frozen purple, his white hair was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the breath exhaled from his mouth could freeze.

Lan Wujiang's fingers trembled unconsciously, and comforted Feng Zhao, "It's okay, I've already told Grandpa that I'm starting the retreat, and the clan will only be out of the retreat three days ago." I'm always with you. ”

Don't say three days.

Accompany for three years, thirty years, she is also willing.

If you are lucky enough to become an immortal, it is not impossible to become an immortal for three hundred years.

Feng Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes blinded his eyes.

The place where the heart longs for is extremely clear.

Feng Zhao was in a coma on the tenth day in the snow, and Lan Wujiang summoned Feng Zhao in the jade ring for three hours, and his throat was about to bleed.

Use the power of the god's spell to save Feng Zhao again and again.

Feng Zhao woke up on the night of the tenth day, of course, there was no night in the Snow Mountain.

It's Lan Wujiang's night.

Lan Wujiang's crying voice made him struggle to stand up again.

"I'm fine." Feng Zhao's fingers were completely stiff at the moment, and he couldn't even pick up the jade pendant, so he could only bend over again and again, and then scoop the jade pendant in the palm of his hand in a clumsy way.

Both felt powerless.

But no one said to give up.

On the twelfth day, Lan Wujiang broke through the sixth order of Jindan, and Feng Zhao was finally able to pinch the jade pendant, and his fingers and the jade pendant were almost completely frozen together.

It was at this time that after Lan Wujiang ascended to a realm, he found that he could use the divine spell to help Feng Zhao share his internal injuries.

She always shifts a little quietly.

Feng Zhao's road in the snow mountain is getting smoother and smoother.

Lan Wujiang was almost frozen into an iceman in Qinghuanlou.

White Rouge didn't know how much carbon fire had been added to the bedroom.

Lan Wujiang, who can meditate, is constantly frosting.

It adheres to the surface of the skin and makes people feel cold just by looking at it.

Lan Wujiang interrupted his cultivation, and his daily luck was to share the cold on his body for Feng Zhao.

She could only get away with a tenth.

The sound of ice water melting ticks.

Feng Zhao asked, and Lan Wujiang said that it was raining in Southern Zhou.

On the fifteenth, Feng Zhao finally came to an end.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's lips overflowed with a stream of cold blood.

Blood fell to the ground in ice.

Bai Rouge's face was so cold that he couldn't be colder anymore.

But Lan Wujiang didn't let him talk about it.

"Borderless, I'm done." Feng Zhao's lips opened slightly, and the wind and snow on his body receded at this moment.

Lan Wujiang slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his lips rose, and his voice was soft and sweet, and he was extremely well-behaved, "Then I'll wait for you to come back." ”

Feng Zhao hummed, and the voices of the jade pendant and the jade ring were disconnected.

"Poof."

Lan Wujiang couldn't hold back any longer, the blood in his throat went straight up, and the whole person rolled off the bed.

Bai Rouge's face turned pale, and he immediately turned into a human form and hugged Lan Wujiang to bed.

Lan Xiaowu hadn't seen Lan Wujiang for a long time, and he missed him very much, but the maids all said that Lan Wujiang was in retreat.

Naturally, she would not disturb her sister's retreat

But she really wanted to see her sister.

So she climbed onto the roof of the house, and just lifted a brick and tile, but saw Lan Wujiang seriously injured and vomiting blood.

And the dozens of braziers in the room.

Sister, this is ...... What's wrong?

Lan Xiaowu's eyes were red, and he put the tiles back in place with trembling hands, and ran to the door of Lan Wujiang's bedroom.