"Are you really not going to come with me?"

True Spirit Continent, in the Purple Cloud Mountain.

On the top of a peak in this Ziyun Mountain, the wind is severe, and the night is dark, and the two of them stand here.

These words were said by Yan Feng to the dark night.

"Not for the time being, the current Purple Cloud Divine County has become like this, the current situation on the mainland is chaotic, once I leave, I am afraid that this place will be swallowed up in an instant. ”

From this place on the top of the mountain, the dark night looks at this endless mountains and rivers, Ziyun Divine County.

That's right.

The Purple Cloud Divine Venerable and many powerful existences of the Purple Cloud Divine County were all killed in the previous battle, and there were few left.

Now, in this Purple Cloud Divine County, even a Heavenly Monarch cultivator can't be found.

In the current situation, if you leave in the dark.

That Purple Cloud God County will become a piece of fragrant bread in the eyes of other counties, and it is estimated that as soon as he leaves.

Within three days, it would be contested by a nearby county.

After all, no matter what you say, this Purple Cloud Divine County is a Divine County after all, and the resources it has accumulated are far from being comparable to other counties.

In the current situation, whoever grabs these resources will be his.

Without the resources guarded by the strong, it is at the mercy of others.

In the dark night, he felt that he owed Su too much to whisper, and he couldn't leave.

If you leave......

The entire Purple Cloud God County will be plunged into extreme chaos.

"I understand. ”

Yan Feng nodded slightly, and in his left hand, there was a simple wood-colored ring at this moment.

This was obtained from the treasury of Ziyun Mountain, and it was a space magic weapon.

And in this Ziyun Mountain, there is already a pavilion that has disappeared, and it is the pavilion where Lin Xue'er is located, which was received by Yan Feng into the space ring.

He must not leave Lin Xue'er here again.

Nowadays, there are fights everywhere, even if there is a sea monster threat in the sea area in the True Spirit Continent, the rhythm of internal strife is much lighter than stopping the war.

But now that it is the era of the end of the law, no one is afraid of anyone.

Seeing fat, no one doesn't want to go up and fight.

"What do you want me to bring her? ”

Facing the wind, whistling.

Long hair, fluttering in the wind.

The 'she' in Yan Feng's mouth is naturally a green ballad.

"Pass this on to her. ”

Styx raised his hand, and in his hand, there was an object like a conch.

It's just that this thing is black.

"This is the sound conch on the shore of the Demon Sea, and everything I want to say is in it. ”

"It will be delivered. ”

With a wave of his hand, Yan Feng put away the magic snail.

Then, it turned into a sword shadow and broke through the air directly.

This sword shadow, after it rose into the air, in the Purple Cloud Mountain, a blood shadow also broke through the sky and merged with this sword shadow.

This blood shadow is the blood autumn.

Just like the agreement between the two before, Xueqiu must not kill wantonly, but follow Yan Feng's side.

When Yan Feng is successful, she will shape her own soul and spirit body for Xueqiu.

Return the white autumn, and also return the blood autumn, each with a share of freedom that belongs to one person.

The shadow of the sword, the shadow of blood, soon disappeared at the edge of the sky.

And in the dark night, he looked at the two disappearing rainbows from a distance, and his body shape turned into a cloud of black gas and dissipated in place.

Before Sue whispered's tombstone, the figure of the dark night appeared here.

Looking at the tombstone, the dark night fell into deep thought.

Thinking of Su Qingyu's last smile before he died, in the heart of the dark night, it was lingering no matter what.

Sit cross-legged, in the dark night, facing the tombstone, and sit quietly.

At the same time, he also thinks about the candidates of some people in his heart.

These people are all from Ziyun Mountain.

It is also some of the disciples taught by Su Qingyu, Su Qingyu is dead, and someone must inherit it in Ziyun Mountain.

And these people must be selected from Su Qingyu's disciples.

This task naturally fell on the body of the dark night.

Thinking back to the days during this time, the dark night was thinking about who she would choose if it was Su whispering.

And at the same time.

Yan Feng and Xueqiu, the two turned into Changhong, and went straight to the strait separated by the true spirit and the end of the war.

It had been a few hours, and the sea monsters in the seaside land must have stopped a lot, and they were not as imposing as before.

In addition, now that Yan Feng is still following a bloody autumn, the certainty of crossing the strait is even greater.

"Where are you going?"

Xueqiu, who was beside him, asked in a cold voice.

"Stop the war. ”

Yan Feng also only spoke lightly, and the two of them didn't say too much.

But at this time.

In front of the two of them, there was a tremor in the void.

The figures of the two stopped suddenly.

From the void, an illusory shadow appeared.

This person is none other than the Great Immortal Wind God.

However, Yan Feng had never seen this Immortal Wind Great Divine Venerable, and he didn't know it, but the aura emanating from this illusory shadow made Yan Feng strange.

Obviously very strong, but extremely weak.

"Can you borrow a step, the old man has a few words to say to Xiaoyou. ”

The incarnation of the divine consciousness of the Great Immortal Wind God Venerable said with a smile, and his voice was very kind, without the slightest hint of coercion.

Because of this, Yan Feng didn't have any vigilance.

"Who are you?"

Frowning, Yan Feng asked out loud.

"Mu Zhibai's teacher. ”

The Great Immortal Wind Venerable did not directly say who he was, but only said that he was Master Mu Zhibai.

Yan Feng was stunned, Mu Zhibai's master, he naturally knew who it was.

The Holy Power of the Winds.

The power of his own wind, tracing back to the source, still comes from this immortal wind god.

"The seniors invited him, and the kid felt honored, so naturally he could. ”

Yan Feng arched his hand slightly, and then said lightly to Xueqiu beside him: "You wait for me here, don't run around." ”

Xueqiu glared at Yan Feng and didn't say anything, but he agreed.

"Senpai, please. ”

Yan Feng said respectfully.

"Little friend, please. ”

The Great Immortal Wind Venerable also smiled, and then the two of them strode and talked in the air.

Meanwhile.

The Truce Continent and the True Spirit Strait are opposite each other, and belong to the end of the Truce War.

At this moment, within the enchantment, there is a head, whether it came out of the water, it is the fat monk.

This fat monk can be regarded as scared now.

Although Ye Yu had said before that the two people couldn't find him anymore, the fat monk was still not at ease, and he actually drilled directly into the water.

I came out from time to time to see if Yan Feng had returned.

This product is also a superb.

"Why hasn't Master Yan come yet, it can't be that he was eaten by a sea monster. ”

The fat monk muttered to himself, and at this moment, the fat monk was stunned and hurriedly fled underwater.

This dead fat man, nothing else, but his sensitivity is first-class.

Sure enough, when the fat monk escaped into the water, a few hundred zhang not far from the fat monk, a person wearing a black robe appeared.

The man looked at the barrier, his brow furrowed, as if judging something.

Murong Junye is the founder of this enchantment.

(End of chapter)