In front of the Demon Saint Palace, all the flowers and trees are staggered and falling, and the dance of flying flowers is fluttering down with the wind, and at this moment, this flower forest has gathered tens of thousands of half-demon people, and the number is constantly growing, and the clansmen from all directions are gathering here. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And it can be seen that beside these half-demon people, more or less, there are one or two half-demon people whose faces are as terrifying as white paper, and these people are all sitting cross-legged on the ground.

And these half-demon people are those who have lost their souls.

After Yan Feng's words came out before, the entire half-demon clan shook in unison... No one ever thought that their loved ones and lovers would have a chance to be resurrected again after being lost.

To them, this is like a myth and legend, far from being believed.

However, this news was sent to the clan as a young saint, that is, who it was, and there was absolutely no false meaning, so... All the clansmen were thrilled by this news.

According to the instructions of the young saint, they gathered in front of this demon holy palace with their own 'deceased people', hoping that the legend could become a reality.

In front of the Demon Saint Palace, there was a crowd of people, almost all the half-demon people in the half-demon clan came here, after decades of time, almost every family had someone who suffered from the pain of the soul.

Or a loved one, or a loved one.

"Young Sage, all the people in the clan are here. ”

In the center of the Demon Saint Palace, there is a huge ancient tree here, the tree is towering to the sky, nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang, this tree is called the clan tree of the half-demon clan.

What's even more worth mentioning is that the leaves of the entire tree are all deep blue, the same as the hair of Helian Rui and Helenze.

It is rumored that this tree was transformed by the first patriarch of the half-demon clan after he sat down.

Since then, it has become the guardian of the clan, even if it is a half-demon clan that has migrated to the four sides of this Buzhou Mountain, this tree has also moved over.

At this moment, at the top of this tree, the whole tree, the dark blue leaves, covered a radius of thousands of zhang, and most of the Demon Saint Palace was under the cover of this flying leaf, and the wind passed by, and it moved.

White clouds floated through the sky, and on the top of this tree, there were seventeen figures.

Ten elders of the Council of Elders, Helian Rui, Helian Ze, Helian Yintao, Kyaukling... Also, Yan Feng!

Yan Feng is standing at the front of everyone at this moment, and in front of him, there are two people.

It was a middle-aged man and a woman with a jade-like complexion, and the woman had the same hair as Helian Yintao.

Black and white...

This is Helian Yintao's sister, Helian Xuefu.

Both of them sat cross-legged, their faces without the slightest blood, and their lips were dark purple.

In their bodies, like the more than 100,000 cross-kneeled people in the Demon Saint Palace, they had no soul.

And this soul... In Yan Feng's body!

To be precise, in the purple-red mark in Yan Feng's heart!

The wind on the top of the tree, raising the pale hair behind Yan Feng, the pair of sword eyebrows, slowly began to wrinkle at this moment, behind him, Helian Rui and the others, even if they tried their best to hide, they could see that their faces were full of nervousness.

This middle-aged man is the previous patriarch, the father of Helian Rui and Helian Ze, Helian Ji.

The other woman is the eldest granddaughter of the Great Elder Helian Yu, Helian Ze's fiancée, and Helian Yintao's own sister!

In addition to a few of them, the other nine elders also had their own feelings in their hearts.

Take the blue-haired old woman who was called his aunt by Helian Rui, Helian Ji is his nephew, and it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous at the moment, as for the others, they more or less have their own juniors who can be reborn again in this time.

"Changfeng, doesn't it matter?"

Jiao Ling walked up to Yan Feng and asked with concern in her eyes, she didn't have the slightest interest in resurrecting these people of the half-demon clan, and she didn't care.

In her eyes, she only cares about one person, and that is Yan Feng... She didn't know how heavy the load would be on the severe wind.

After all, Yan Feng had not woken up for long at this time, and it was impossible for him to recover from his previous serious injuries all at once.

"It's fine. ”

Yan Fengjian's eyebrows tightened, he naturally knew that it would be better to rest for a few more days, but he couldn't wait... He had to finish this, and then enter Buzhou Mountain through the Half-Demon Clan.

He can't wait...!

Every time I think of Beiyin, I think of Xue'er, that heart-rending pain!

In an instant, the purple-red mark that communicated through the soul of the heart.

In Yan Feng's eyes, a completely different scene appeared in an instant.

The last time he found that his divine soul was able to enter this purple-red trace, as long as it didn't touch some fundamental existence, it would be fine.

At this moment, the whole person is in a space filled with purple and white mist.

This is not the first time Yan Feng has entered this space, and it doesn't seem so strange.

First, he stared at the very center of this space, where there were many purple-white mist flowers condensed, floating in the void, or rather, in this space, there were purple-white mist flowers.

And in the middle of this fog flower, there is a woman, the woman with long purple and white hair scattered behind her, sitting on top of a fog flower bud with her knees crossed, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Yan Feng looked up at this piece of sky, the place above this woman, there... This is where the eye is.

But he just glanced at it and stopped looking at it, after all, this was nothing to Yan Feng.

His gaze was now on the countless mist flowers in the purple and white mist.

Every mist flower here is the embodiment of a person's spirit.

The closer she got to the woman's existence, the stronger the coercion exuded by the mist flower, especially the mist flower under the woman's seat.

Yan Feng didn't dare to imagine how powerful the soul that turned into this mist flower was.

Yan Feng dared to deduce this because the souls of Helian Ji and Gu Yan, who had already exploded before, were just in the middle of this fog flower.

The Eight Heavens of the Holy Realm can only be listed in this position, which can be seen from this.

Slowly closing his eyes, Yan Feng thought that it was better to solve the matter in front of him first.

As Yan Feng closed his eyes in this space, the top of the tree, Yan Feng's body, also slowly closed his eyes, and the pale hair behind him flew violently.

This wind does not come from heaven and earth, but from itself!

Everyone behind Yan Feng looked awe-inspiring at this moment... They knew that the wind was finally about to begin!

Lost friends, brothers, loved ones, loved ones!

The words that I didn't say before, the regret in my heart...!

Yan Feng gave them a chance, a chance to start over!

"Open!"

Yan Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and in the place of his heart, a surging purple and white light bloomed!

In front of the Demon Saint Palace, the hundreds of thousands of half-demon clan people were all at this moment, and the excitement in their hearts climbed to the commanding heights!

(To be continued.) )