Since Jing Li retrieved the flower spirit left by the master of the Snow Yang Pavilion, his body and mind were always disturbed by a violent aura, and the murderous aura of the most evil and evil consumed people's conscience little by little, and even his heart began to riot unconsciously.

"Master, it's so uncomfortable......" Jing Li's erect nose was slightly wrinkled, and sweat ran down his cheeks.

The Lord of the Phoenix Feather Pavilion walked towards the meditating Jing Li, bowed his head and pointed at it, sealing the flickering totem on the back of Jing Li's hand, and then wiped away the sweat for her and said, "When you leave the Xiaoyao Pavilion, the Lord of the Wen Pavilion should hand you a scroll of flower spirit language......

Jing Li propped up the straw mat, gasping for breath, pointing to his package and saying, "There it is." ”

The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord took out the ancient book, unfolded the scroll, and then turned around and pointed at Jing Li's forehead. Jing Li's face was embarrassed and frowned, and suddenly the heaven and earth in her mind suddenly became vast, and her body was like an invisible stream, and the sound in her ears slowly moved away from the world, followed by the distant sound of fighting, Jing Li held up her eyes and looked, she was actually standing on the battlefield where the yellow sand was flying.

"Jing Li, this is the rebellion of the feather fifteen years ago...... a familiar voice flowed out from behind Jing Li.

Jing Li was cold, turned his head and looked at the person behind him, "Phoenix Feather Pavilion Master?" ”

Before Jing Li could slow down, a fierce guard behind the Pavilion Master of the Phoenix Feather slashed with a sword, Jing Li's eyes flashed with a ray of blood-red light, and a purple filigree on the other side rushed towards the person behind the Pavilion Master.

"Bang!" The bouquet of flowers flowed directly from the guard's body, like a mirror, untouchable.

The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord pressed Jing Li's shoulder with one hand, and said in a reprimanding tone, "Jing Li, calm down!" ”

Jing Li held back the killing aura in his heart for a long time, and even the Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord was shocked by the blow just now.

"Where is this?" Jing Li's tearful eyes looked at the pavilion master and asked.

"Spirit Realm ......" The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord waved his hand, and the people around her passed through her fingertips like mist.

The spiritual realm is the state of mind space of every spiritual cultivator, it is like a notepad, the mind of your heart is preserved by the illusory spirit, this spiritual realm is like a memory before death, and the more powerful a person is, the less important things he recorded during his lifetime, as the so-called born with a wisp of fresh wind, what will be left behind when he dies?

Jing Li looked at the bloody corpses everywhere, the rolling smoke that covered the sky, and the purgatory like the slaughter of the Shura blood sword!

"Master......" Jing swallowed his throat and retreated helplessly in front of the Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord.

The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord held Jing Li's retreating body with one hand, thought for a moment, and sighed, "This is the place where the Lord of the Snow Yang Pavilion died in battle......

Jing Li's body was stunned, and the gradually dyed sadness crawled all over his face, and he said with a loss, "Death?" ”

"What is recorded in the Flower Spirit Theory is the miraculous skill made by the master of the Snow Yang Pavilion back then-the burial flowers on the other side." This sudden sinking of the voice aroused the strong heart in Jing Li's heart.

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"Kill!" The combined army of Southern Qi and Northern Chu launched a charge from the foot of the mountain in batches, and the black oppressive crowd danced Tiege to kill the people of Huangyuzhong, and the nine pavilion masters and their disciples fought against these beasts that had lost their conscience!

I saw that it was the familiar figure again, graceful and light yarn, and the psychic eyes like the autumn moon. "Snow Yang Pavilion Master!" Jing Li excitedly stretched out her hand and shouted.

She calmly walked in front of the army, and the other Eight Pavilion Pavilion Masters all held the Phoenix Feather Weapon to face the "homecoming" in front of them, and a moving picture appeared in front of them.

"Phoenix feather maniac, hurt me thousands of golden loyal soldiers in Southern Qi, now I, Qin, will step on your Phoenix Feather Mountain!" A middle-aged general waved his sword angrily, and the black chain mail was printed with a hideous picture of the Yonghe beast.

"Master, who is that?" Jing Li is somewhat familiar with the arrogant and domineering leading general. Either fate or hatred......

"The Qin family, the enemy of the Jing family......" The pavilion master's voice was cold and low, and the mention of the Qin family was still a sore spot in her heart!

"Mother...... Mother......" Jing Li clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

In the blink of an eye, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the iron hooves of the army kicked shattered the earth of Cangling. "Kill—"

The disciples of Huang Yu collided with this black crow feather-colored army in plain clothes, black and white blended and killed, a sharp sword, a shuttle feather arrow, a flash of iron Ge, you and I embarked on the road of this Yellow Spring!

"The disciples of the Nine Pavilion listen to the order and follow me into the battle!" The former Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord gritted his teeth and entered the battle to kill the enemy with a mortal heart.

The Rebellion, or the most tragic battle fifteen years ago, is no less than the losses of the two empires, the blood shed here is enough to merge into rivers, the undead here are enough to fill the underworld, and the hearts of the people here are enough to destroy the human world for thousands of years!

The war lasted for a long time, and the people of Huang Yu were attacked by the armies of the two countries in turn, and there were only dozens of disciples left, which children in a pool of blood paid their lives for the foundation of Huang Yu for a hundred years, or should Huang Yu die today......

"Snow Yang Pavilion Master, your appearance makes me reluctant to kill you like this......" The Qin family's evil obstacle looked at him and said with a blank look.

The master of Xueyang Pavilion lowered the hairpin on her head, a piece of green silk was like water and she was crazy, she threw away the hairpin, I don't know how many times she had slandered this villain in her heart, and said coldly, "As one of the four ancient clans, the general is not peaceful for the common people, but he starts a war for no reason, but he really wants to disobey the training of these four clans!" ”

The general raised his eyebrows disdainfully, and said indifferently, "Heh, the training of the four clans? Sooner or later, the broken rules left by those old guys will be broken! ”

The Snow Yang Pavilion Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a surge of spiritual power turned the surrounding sky and earth into a pale burial place!

"You! That's the Necronomicon of the God of Flowers! The general's horse was frightened by this madness, and its feet were thrown into confusion and it wailed.

"The general is a clear-eyed man!" The eyes of the Snow Yang Pavilion Lord were as bright red and transparent as before Jing Li.

The Snow Yang Pavilion Lord and the Eight Pavilion Pavilion Masters stepped step by step from the stone steps, causing the thousands of troops to retreat and forcing them to the end of the road, then they will inevitably bite you back.

"If you want to kill my phoenix feather, you all have to be buried with this mountain!" The lord of the Snow Yang Pavilion did not let the roar of the eyebrows.

"Come on, give it to me." After saying that, the general turned his horse and galloped all the way, as if fleeing from a ghost envoy who was asking for his life.

"General!" When the guards saw that the commander was riding away, the army's heart was soon confused, and they were also afraid of the blood-red woman in front of them, as if she was the god of death from the underworld!

The army retreated step by step with an iron shield, and did not dare to press the formation to kill, and several retreating guards were so frightened that their legs and feet weakened, and they collapsed to the ground, picking up their swords in embarrassment to protect their lives.

"All the disciples obeyed the order, although tens of thousands of people ...... I'm going to be there! "The Snow Yang Pavilion Lord's resolute dedication to the Nine Heavens is guarding their last persistence - the Phoenix Feather Ancestral Industry.

The disciples of Huang Yu, whose morale had been dripping, all supported their bodies again, forgot the pain on their bodies, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and with a roar that looked like death, they pounced on the army with the nine pavilion masters.

"Burning the sky!"

"Wander away!"

"Cold Mountain Cold Bamboo!"

"Sunny karmic fire!"

"Kill the Angry Kill!"

"The sky has changed!"

"Swim in the Hanhai!"

"Battle in all directions!"

"The other side...... Funeral flowers! ”

The nine phoenix feathers are revealed at the same moment, if you want to kill my phoenix feather, this is your funeral!

Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds gathered, and the dazzling glare devoured the lives of thousands of villains in front of them, burning, cold, despair, wind and rain, killing, these most cruel pains were the most severe punishment for them.

Suddenly, the corpses everywhere bloomed with the flowers of the Yellow Spring, the crows on the dead wood were startled, a black feather fell gently, and the whole battlefield became quiet at that moment, as cold and silent as death. The corpse was slowly stained with flowers on the other side, and patches of blood-red spread out on the battlefield, and the corpse was buried under the sea of flowers, and everything was calm.

The other Eight Pavilion Masters exhausted their qi and blood, closed their eyes and passed away, and the hair of the Snow Yang Pavilion Lord was soaked in blood and water, as cautious as a demon. The flower ring in her hand absorbed the blood and qi everywhere, and the appearance of the Snow Yang Pavilion Lord at the moment was so bewitching, and her evil eyes still retained a sobriety of the human world.

"Well, then, it's time for you to go to hell!" The Snow Yang Pavilion Lord hooked the general's chin with his fingers and said coldly.

"Oh, demon girl, I am dead, and you have to go with me!" The man laughed insolently, and in an instant, he pulled out his sword at his waist and pierced the abdomen of the Snow Yang Pavilion Lord.

The Snow Yang Pavilion Lord smiled calmly with the blood at the corner of his mouth, that sea of flowers devoured all the living beings here, who would have escaped again?

"Snow Yang Pavilion Master!" Jing Li slumped on the ground and cried out her name.

In the dream of the sea of flowers that day, her calm smile Jingli finally understood, understood......

"Although there are tens of millions of people, my generation will be gone!" Jing Li said sincerely with a crying tone.

"This is the power of the flower spirit on the other side, enough to devour all armies!" The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord commented on the shocking scene.

"The theory of flower spirit language is the true meaning of death."

Jing Li's tear-red eyes looked at the other side of the sea of blood for a long time, and asked herself, "To admit death for life is to let more people live...... Right......"

"Now that you have realized this, your mind will no longer be consumed by this flower spirit...... "The pavilion master brushed his sleeves away from the surrounding spiritual realm, and soon they returned to the room.

Jing Li still propped her hands on the floor and sobbed, everything didn't look like it happened fifteen years ago, they were so real, so pure......

"Girl, do you understand?" The Phoenix Feather Pavilion Lord half-crouched and held her head to comfort her.

Seeing that there was no movement in the house, Xihe pushed open the door and reported to the Lord of the Phoenix Feather Pavilion about the situation at the foot of the mountain.

"Pavilion Master, the disciples who came to Fengmen to participate in the Nine Domains Dispute have arrived."

Xihe saw Jing Li lying on the ground crying at a glance, and asked in an instant, "Pavilion master, this?" ”

"It's okay, I just had a sad dream...... "The pavilion master took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Jing Li, leading Xihe to turn into a flame and head towards the direction of Fengmen.

This Nine Domains Dispute is not only a dispute between the disciples of the Nine Pavilions, but the Lord of the Phoenix Feather Pavilion has invited people from all over the world, although this move is a risk fifteen years ago, but if the Phoenix Feather Mountain Gate is closed forever, I am afraid that it will not be long before this Phoenix Feather will really fall into the world.

Under the wind gate, a group of strange people with lofty ideals who were invited to talk eloquently, mixed with fish and dragons, or this move will bring unknown dangers to Huang Yu......