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In the cold wind raging space, the snow fell quickly and rapidly, there were no living creatures in the snow, and there were only two swarthy tree trunks left in the whole world, and I couldn't recognize what the trees were, and I didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The two trees grow with the same root and are close to each other, and the top part has been completely intertwined in one place, and from a distance it looks like a lonely tree.

"Haven't you woken up yet......

"It's been a long time......"

There seemed to be a sigh in the silent space, like sadness and resentment, and people couldn't help but feel sad when they heard it.

The snow seems to be falling more urgently......

Suddenly, a little bit of golden light poured out from the top of the trunk, beating as if trying to break free from some cage, and lasted for a few seconds, and finally one of the golden lights broke away from the trunk and drifted away into the distance, and disappeared in an instant.

The rest of the golden light quickly fell silent, the snow was still falling, and the tree trunks still looked lifeless, as if the miracle had never happened.

Feng Xi didn't know why she was still alive, when she woke up on the mass grave, it was nightfall, lifeless within a radius of several miles, surrounded by dead people, she struggled to move away a cold corpse pressed on her lap, it was a woman, and there seemed to be a little bit of horror on her face.

Feng Xi stood up and walked a few steps, and found that there were dead people in her eyes, she hugged her head that was still aching and squatted down, trying to recall.

yes, she should have died.

She remembered that she was attending a banquet when suddenly a group of masked cultivators rushed in and sacrificed their weapons, and the group of people did not say a word the whole time, regardless of men, women, and children, and just killed wildly.

Feng Xi's last memory stopped when a small sword shot at him, and he lost consciousness after a pain in his chest.

Feng Xi tried hard to recall more things, but found that except for the memory of the moment before he died, he couldn't remember anything except that he knew that his name was Feng Xi. She was at a loss for a moment, not knowing why she was dead but alive, and why she couldn't remember anything as if she had lost her memory.

Looking at her short hands and short legs, although Feng Xi couldn't remember her age, but looking at her body, she was at most eight or nine years old, and she suddenly became worried, not knowing where to go.

sat in a daze all night, until the sky was slightly bright, Feng Xi got up and sat up, looked around, there were thousands of corpses in a rough number, but for some reason she didn't have any fear in her heart, but looked at these people carefully, and found that these people were a little weird when they died, but they couldn't say anything wrong.

Just thinking to himself, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind not far away, Feng Xi looked up, but saw several people dressed in white, coming quickly with the sword.

"Uncle Junior, look at a child who is still alive there!"

A cultivator who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old pointed to Feng Xi who was standing in the middle of the corpse and said in surprise.

The young cultivator who was called Uncle Xiao immediately put away his sword and stopped about ten meters away from Feng Xi, and the rest of the people also landed behind him.

"A few of you just stay here, I'll go and have a look."

"Uncle be careful, there are thousands of corpses here, only this one living person, could it be a monster?"

"It shouldn't be, I've probed with my divine sense within a radius of ten miles, and I don't have any monster breath, you don't have to worry."

After that, the young cultivator walked towards Feng Xi, secretly condensing spiritual power in the palm of his hand as he walked, although he had already probed the surrounding aura, he still didn't dare to relax the slightest, after all, this incident happened really strangely.

Getting closer, Feng Xi found that the young cultivator was probably in his twenties, but the kind of stability revealed on his body made it easy for people to ignore his age.

While Feng Xi was looking at him, the young cultivator spoke.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Xi lowered her head and thought for a long time, and decided not to tell the real situation, after all, she was resurrected from the dead in the pile of the dead, and if she said it, she would probably be executed on the spot as a "monster" in their mouths.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi said half-truthfully:

"I woke up and was here...... I don't know why I'm here. ”

Seeing that the cultivator in front of him frowned, revealing an obviously suspicious expression, Feng Xi hurriedly lowered his head and quietly pinched his palm, and when his eyes were obviously moist, he raised his head and looked at the cultivator as if he was afraid.

"There are a lot of dead people here...... It's horrible......"

As he spoke, Feng Xi squeezed out two tears just right.

Seeing this, the young cultivator seemed to be a little less vigilant, and the spiritual power stored in his palm also dispersed.

"What's your name? Where do you live? Is it known who killed these people? ”

"My name is Fengxi, these people were killed by a group of masked people, I seem to be frightened, I woke up and I am here, I don't remember anything else......"

Speaking of this, Feng Xi was really a little sad, she felt as if she had forgotten something very important, but she couldn't remember anything.

The young cultivator looked at her quietly for a long time, as if thinking about the truth of her words, and finally frowned again, and said:

"Although you are indeed an ordinary person, and you don't have any special aura on your body, but you are the only person who survived this killing incident, I need to take you back and ask Master to decide, are you willing?"

Feng Xi was actually reluctant to see his so-called master, looking at the clothes of this group of people, he knew that they must be from a sect where cultivators were concentrated, and everyone in it could easily kill themselves, but looking at the look of the cultivator in front of him, Feng Xi knew that no matter whether he agreed or not, he would be taken away.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi pretended to be well-behaved and nodded his little head and said:

"Okay, I'm willing to go, I don't know where to go, it's better to meet your master, see if he can recover my memory."

The young cultivator's expression was relieved when he heard this, and he said gently:

"My name is Yun Fei, I am the sixteenth generation disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I came to investigate the incident of the killing of thousands of people here on the order of the master, you come with me, I will guarantee your safety."

Feng Xi also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, although he didn't know what kind of sect the Sword Pavilion was, but looking at Yunfei's style, he didn't think that it was a matter of right and wrong, and he felt a little more stable in his heart at the moment.

"Let's leave early, this place is located on the border of the Eastern Wilderness, and there are still many distances from the Sword Pavilion."

After Yun Fei said this to Feng Xi, he waved his hand to the disciples behind him, and everyone sacrificed their flying swords one after another, and rose up with the same sword as when they came.

"Come with me."

Yun Fei said that, but he didn't see any movement, but the flying sword he sacrificed instantly doubled in size, enough for three or four people to stand up. Feng Xi hurriedly climbed up and sat down with both hands and feet, and touched the flying sword with some curiosity, but under this touch, she found something strange, this sword is not gold or iron, not like the coldness of a weapon, but the tentacles are warm and the breath is restrained, it's a bit like, huh...... It's like Yunfei gives people the feeling!

"Have you touched enough?"

Yun Fei looked at the little girl in front of him a little funny, and touched and touched his flying sword with a curious expression, he didn't want to say more, but he still opened his mouth again for some reason:

"This sword is transformed by my spiritual power, if you embark on this path of cultivation in the future, you will naturally be able to gather strength and conjure up your own spiritual weapon."

Feng Xi nodded silently when he heard this, and couldn't help but start to look forward to his cultivation in his heart, is the spirit weapon...... It looks like it's a great way to get on the road.

As if knowing what Feng Xi was thinking, Yun Fei added again:

"Spirit weapons can not only be used for hurrying, but also for attacking and defending in battles, which you will learn about later."

After saying that, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body and harnessed the flying sword to chase in the direction where the previous Sword Pavilion disciples had left.

A few days later, Feng Xi truly felt the vastness of this continent, and also understood the world roughly from the mouth of the Sword Pavilion.

This continent is called the Divine Fall Continent, the legend says that tens of thousands of years ago the demon spirit was rampant, and the human beings resisted the invasion of the monster army under the leadership of the gods, and the great war that changed the color of the world lasted for several months, and finally the demon spirit was wiped out, and the gods in order to protect a few human beings, they also fell, and the human beings who survived later in order to thank the sacrifice of God, they named the continent where they were located.

The Divine Fall Continent has fallen many gods and is full of spiritual energy, so it has gradually derived human beings who can transform spiritual energy into internal power, and these people are called cultivators. It has always been believed that gifted cultivators can go through a long period of cultivation and become gods, just like the gods tens of thousands of years ago, with the power of eternal life.

However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and not a single cultivator has successfully cultivated to become a god.

"What are you thinking? So fascinating. ”

The one who spoke was the seventeenth generation disciple of the Sword Pavilion, named Meng Li, who was the youngest boy in this group except for Feng Xi, because of the smallest age gap with Feng Xi, so in the past few days, the two of them had the most conversation, and many legends about this continent were also known from him.

"I didn't think about anything, I was just thinking about why the two of us ate food for three meals a day in the past few days, and your uncle and brother didn't seem to have eaten either."

Feng Xi said a little puzzled, while picking up the small paper bag beside him, taking out a piece of cake from it and chewing it laboriously, this is still the food that Meng Li gave her yesterday.

Meng Li was a little surprised when he heard this, and said:

"It seems that you really don't know anything about the world of cultivation, the cultivator officially becomes a spirit master after cultivating the spirit pill, the spirit master level is divided into nine levels, and each level is divided into junior spirit masters, great spirit masters and peak spirit masters, and when you reach the third order, you can open the valley, and then you only need to absorb the spiritual energy in your body every day, and you don't need to eat these ordinary foods anymore."

After speaking, he touched the back of his head with some embarrassment, and said weakly:

"I haven't come out since I entered the Sword Pavilion, and this time I pestered the junior uncle for a long time before he agreed to take me out, so my spiritual power is the lowest, and I haven't broken through the third-order primary level for a long time, and I haven't ...... yet."

Feng Xi imagined that Yun Fei was being chased by Meng Li and rolled around, and his always serious face showed a helpless expression, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh! I'm very powerful, my talent rating was 7 stars when I started, and Uncle Xiao said that I have hope to break through to the peak of the seventh order in the future! ”

Afraid of being looked down upon by Feng Xi, Meng Li hurriedly stretched his neck and explained anxiously with a red face.

Seeing that Meng Li had misunderstood what he meant, Feng Xi hurriedly said soothingly:

"Okay, I didn't make fun of you, you're only twelve years old, and in a few years, you will definitely be as powerful as your little uncle!"

When Meng Li heard this, he showed a smug expression and said:

"Of course, Uncle Xiao is my target to catch up, although the gap is a bit big now, but I won't give up!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and waved, looking determined to win, and when he mentioned Yun Fei, his eyes revealed obvious admiration.

Feng Xi asked Meng Li with some curiosity:

"Then what kind of spiritual level is your junior uncle Yunfei now?"

"Uncle Junior broke through to the fifth-order spirit master last year! He was the best spiritual cultivator among the sixteen generations of disciples of the Sword Pavilion! ”

When it comes to Yunfei, Meng Li always shows a look of great admiration.

As he was talking, Yun Fei walked over and said to the two:

"I'm probably going to rest here tonight, everyone needs to replenish their spiritual power, and tomorrow we will be able to reach the Sword Pavilion by another day's journey."

The group of them was staying on an unknown mountain peak at this time, and saw that the outline of the sun was no longer clear, and the crooked moon began to show a shallow mark on the sky, and as the night became thicker, the fog began to spread, and there seemed to be a few wolf howls in the woods not far away, slowly from far to near......