Feng Ge was pulled by his brother's arm, and swept out of Luoxia Town like the wind, running away from the way he came.

"Brother, don't you think it's a little strange here? we didn't have these fogs here when we came, where did so much fog come from?" Feng Ge said thoughtfully, looking around at the cloud-like mist that lingered around him.

Only then did he realize that patches of almost transparent white mist rose from the surrounding flat ground, which was not very conspicuous under this bright moonlit night. He comforted softly: "The night is getting deeper and foggy, and this place is very similar to Hantan, so there is nothing strange about it. In fact, even he himself was uneasy.

Suddenly, Gu Gu felt a mysterious power coming from the boundary outside the Soul Lake, dispersing into the clouds and mist. The moment the power came into contact with the mist, his head buzzed, and he saw a man standing in front of him. No, it wasn't human, it was an elf, and she resembled the portrait of the female saint that hung on the top floor of the library, but she wasn't her, that's for sure. But in a trance, he felt that she and the mother in his mind gradually coincided.

"Mother-" Yun Ge called out to the stranger-like woman. His body was frozen in place, not that he did not move, and that he wanted to move but could not.

"You—" The woman looked the bulging up and down, nodded and said coldly, "Very good." ”

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" rushed forward with all the strength of her body, and the woman suddenly dissipated between heaven and earth like smoke and dust. The force that bound him suddenly loosened, and by inertia he planted a thick fog that suddenly rose in front of him. The moment he fell into the mist, he seemed to see Wind Song and his own body falling from the sky. He also faintly saw the woman's strange smile. Before he could react to what had happened, his eyes were dark, and he was already unconscious.

Feng Ge wanted to say something to his brother, but the drum suddenly fell to the ground from the air. Fortunately, the momentum of the drum and leap has been exhausted, and even so, it has brought the wind song to roll several feet away on the ground.

Feng Ge got up from the ground, ran to his brother, and found that the drum was no longer awake, and his heart was in a hurry, crying: "Brother, wake up!" From childhood to adulthood, she was only accompanied by her brother, no matter the wind or rain, her brother took up almost everything in her heart. Now, my brother suddenly went away for some reason, and Fengge's heart was instantly hollowed out.

The mist obscured the wandering starry sky, like flowing clouds drifting past Fengge, she couldn't see the distant mountains to the south, Xuantian City to the east, but to the west was just a shadow of hills and endless forests that seemed to eat people, only Luoxia Town in the north was faintly visible.

She hugged her brother's head and cried and cried, tired of crying, and her mind gradually cleared up. The last thing she needed to do now was to tell the news!Feng Ge sobbed as she leaned down and pressed her ear to the ground, and after a few moments, she got up and folded off a slender blade of grass in the grass, put it to her lips and began to play. The roar drifted away from the mist, and a night crying bird flew in from afar......

............

The old madman sat in front of the window of the drunken immortal residence, the largest restaurant in Luoxia Town, drank the wine in his cup, and said to Luo Chen: "As you said, that Xuantian Gongzi is really different from ordinary people. There is an ancestral god in the clan, he can be said to be close to the water, and there will be adventures, aside from these, that body is an extraordinary product, and it has been achieved in such a short period of time, which shows that the potential of this son is immeasurable. I thought he was just a lucky man, but a few days ago, I threw a hexagram for him to get a glimpse of his fate. ”

"According to Master—"

Before Luo Chenxiu could finish speaking, the old madman stretched out his hand to stop him, and said solemnly: "Do you believe in fate?"

Chen Xiu put down the wine glass and said, "Before today, Chen Xiu didn't believe it. "Ever since he saw Yun Ge, the son of the Xuantian clan, he has had a sense of fate.

"A person has a certain number in his life, and his destiny is determined by heaven, and many demon cultivators have great achievements, because of what they think in their hearts, people will win the heavens. People are determined, what is fixed is the mind, and where the thought is extreme, life can also be tended. In ancient times, there was a sage who said that fate can be changed, but luck cannot be changed. Then there was a saying that the star was slaughtered and the luck was changed. ”

"Who is Star Slayer?"

"Tu Xing is not a certain person, Tu Xing is to destroy other people's life stars with immortal power to achieve the purpose of changing fortunes. ”

"Immortals can destroy stars?"

"Yes, although immortals can destroy stars, how have you ever heard of any immortal doing this?"

"Why?"

"If one person ignores sentient beings because of his luck, such an immortal will surely become the enemy of all immortals! It is not easy to cultivate immortals, and it is really unwise to accumulate thousands of years of work and destroy them in one thought. Huh?—" The old madman suddenly looked out the window into the air, where there was a night crying bird, hovering in the air, crying incessantly.

"Master, why is this night crying bird so strange?" In Luo Chenxiu's cognition, the night crying birds will not be easily revealed, they will only hide in the darkness and watch the sentient beings.

There is a legend that the night crying bird is a fairy bird, but also the messenger of the fairy, come to the world to feel the world, and after death will return to the nine heavens, incarnate as a bird of paradise; The night crying bird exists in this world to bring those who are evil to the underworld.

No matter what kind of legend it is, it is true in Luo Chenxiu's opinion, because it is an undetermined fact. It's not certain, but it's true. Otherwise, how could there be such a strange species in this world? Now, the night crying bird not only appears in the downtown area, but also does amazing things in the sky, which really has to be confusing.

"Yes, there must be a demon when things go wrong. With that, the old madman passed away in his seat.

Luo Chenxiu only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the master was like a phantom. He looked out the window, and the night crying bird was gone.

............

Wind Song sat in the fog anxiously waiting for the return of the night crying bird, or more precisely, she hoped that someone would see the bird. The bird did not disappoint her, and an hour later the night crying bird returned, screamed a few times, and flew off into the distance, followed by a tattered old man.

She knows this old man, isn't he the crazy grandfather who often haunts the major restaurants in Xuantian City to beg for drinks but is ignored?

The old man stepped on the clouds, and since Feng Ge found the figure, the mad old man seemed to have only taken one step before coming to her from the air.

The old man glanced at Feng Ge, stretched out a finger and flicked it on the drumming head, and said solemnly: "The soul body is not there?" and asked Feng Ge instead: "Are you Feng Ge?"

Feng Ge hurriedly said: "Crazy grandpa, I am Feng Ge of Xuantian City, please save my brother." ”

The old madman shook his head and said, "Your brother's soul body is no longer there, I don't know what happened?"

The soul body is not there? Feng Ge's head rolled by like thunder, and when he was a little sober, he explained the previous situation in detail, and asked, "What will happen to my brother?"

"There is no way. The old man glanced at the fog everywhere and sighed, his eyes thoughtful. Xindao: Could it be that this son has really entered the most unpredictable realm of illusion in the world?

Feng Ge hurriedly said, "Why?"

"This matter is very complicated, maybe we need to ask the Xuantian Ancestor God for help to be sure, or maybe we just need to wait for him to wake up on his own. After speaking, the old man waved his sleeves, cast a space spell, covered the drumming body and wind song in it, and flew towards Xuantian City in a hurry.

"Girl, how did you communicate with the crying bird that night?" Duan Xing shuttled through the flowing clouds, seeing that Fengge's face was anxious, pretending to be idle and asking casually, in order to divert Fengge's sadness.

"At a very young age, I was able to communicate with spirit animals. Feng Ge settled down, wanting to forget about his worries about his brother's emotions, so he smiled and said, "It's also limited to spirit beasts." ”

"Oh?" said the old madman in surprise, "You are communicating with spirit beasts through spells?"

Feng Ge raised his head and said seriously: "No, I can understand what they say, some high-level spirit beasts can understand human speech, and low-level, just like the night crying bird, I want to communicate with them in imitation voice?"

"You know the language of beasts?" the old madman reached out and lifted the space so that he could be parallel to Fengge's line of sight, and it was much easier to communicate.

"Just some simple ones. Feng Ge stroked his brother's cheek and said.

The old madman asked, "Born like this?"

Fengge thought for a moment and nodded.

"I see. The old madman's eyes flashed and he stroked his beard and sighed: "Ancient legends say that the mother dreams of controlling ten thousand beasts, and it seems that there is indeed a thing. ”

Fengge's face was confused, and he didn't know what the old madman said.