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Dugu is unharmed, Chi is injured, Taixuan, Fengyun Wuji, Feng Fei and Ximen Yibei are a group of six people, sitting on the sparsely populated barren land, almost isolated from the world, and what happened in the entire Taigu has nothing to do with them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEverything, just waiting for the moment when Simon Yibei wakes up.

Simon Yibei is like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, constantly struggling, moving, and constantly experiencing the painful transformation from chrysalis to butterfly. The aura emanating from him is obscure, difficult to identify, and difficult to detect with the power of divine sense.

The fifth day of the 'cocoon' in the north of the west gate, Concubine Feng woke up...... The tenth day of the cocoon in the north of the west gate is that the heavens and the earth are dark, and the clouds gather from all directions...... Ximen took off the fifteenth day of the north cocoon, with him as the center, on the earth, within a radius of 100 miles, all the plants and trees withered and died, and a gray breath spread over the entire area...... Ximen Yibei's 'cocoon' twentieth said, Chi Shui couldn't stand the strange sword qi on Ximen Yibei's body, so he had to use the way of Tai Chi to resolve this ...... After the twenty-fifth day, even if it is Fengyun Wuji, he must not leave a distance from the boss of Ximen Yibei, and he watched Ximen Yibei ** suspended in the air from afar, below him, there is a dark abyss that does not know how deep it is thousands of zhang in diameter, and the soil has already been completely destroyed by the domineering breath that escapes from Ximen Yibei's body...... "Wuji, Ximen...... , how could his kendo become like this?" The group was no longer able to sit cross-legged on one side, waiting for Ximen to wake up, Dugu Wuji was standing behind Fengyun Wuji, and behind him were Taixuan and Chi Xian, who were silent and silent, and Concubine Feng who was standing quietly on the side.

"I don't know," Fengyun Wuji stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at Ximen Yibei, who was shrouded in a wide range of gray mist, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Ximen's sword was originally taken a deviated path, at the cost of defense, in exchange for an attack far beyond his own strength, your attack is actually the defense of the world, Brother Ximen's sword, to the extreme, should also be the world's attack!"

"Ximen's predecessor's sword path is a little weird, I can't feel the presence of his breath!" Chi Sad's voice sounded from behind him, Fengyun Wuji glanced back at Chi Sad, his eyes showed a look of relief, and it quickly flashed away.

"It's actually a deviation, it's not in line with the convention," Feng Yunji remembered the crack that appeared in the sea of consciousness when he first investigated Ximen Yibei's injury, and then said: "It should be related to the war demon that chased and killed him at the beginning!"

"Perhaps......"

Everyone fell silent, the wind whistled, and I don't know how long it took, Chi Shen suddenly said: "Master, this time, I went to Beihai Xuanyuan Hill......

A look of pain swept over Concubine Feng's face, Dugu Wuxian was at a loss, these were all things he didn't know, Taixuan, who was originally silent, raised his head, and his face showed a look of memory, as if he remembered something.

Fengyun Wuji's heart moved slightly: "Beihai Xuanyuan Hill, that place ......"

With a long sigh, Fengyun Wuji spoke: "I understand what you mean, what do you want to say." ”

"Master, I want to know, how long will we have to wait?......" Chi Hurt showed a confused look on his face, and his voice was faint: "I really don't want to get caught up in this endless battle anymore, before I ascended, I have experienced enough, enough to get ......"

Alas!

Everyone sighed, and the situation in front of them was by no means what anyone wanted to see.

"Maybe it's been so long that some people have forgotten where we are...... , The chaos won't last long, whether it's the Wind Clan or the War Clan, there will be an end, this one, it won't be too long......" Fengyun Wuji muttered: "...... Everything is ready, only ...... East, wind!"

After that, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Ximen Yibei, and everyone felt it and raised their heads together.

In the distance, his gaze swept over the west gate and the north, and on the horizon, a figure flew towards this place quickly, and Fengyun Wuji frowned slightly: "Feng Clan, you dare to find here!"

It was an old man with a white beard and wrinkles on his forehead, judging from his expression, he seemed to be very anxious, and the aura on his body was exactly the Feng Clan exercises that Feng Yun Wuji was very familiar with - the kind of special surname that seemed to be perfectly integrated with the surrounding atmosphere, and there was only the Feng Clan.

"The sword god in front is unscrupulous!" Far away, the old man spoke first, with a hint of anxiety in the old man's voice, and sat cross-legged at Ximen Yibei for a moment, and then walked around from afar.

"You're from the WindClan. Fengyun Wuji looked indifferently at the old man who seemed to have gone through a long run, and said coldly.

"Yes," the old man nodded, and at the same time stretched out a palm in discernment, "before you do it, I hope you will listen to me a few words." ”

"Say it," Fengyun Wuji's head tilted to one side, this old man seems to have a high status in the Wind Clan, but Fengyun Wuji is still sure that he can kill him with one blow, looking at the Wind Clan, in addition to Feng Zun, there may be a fight, Feng Yun Wuji still doesn't believe that any one can resist the blow of releasing all the power of his divine sense, after all, his own attack is still a relative surname for the Wind Clan's wind body.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, the reputation of the Wind Clan in the primeval period was too stinky, and no matter which side it was, they didn't have a good impression of the Wind Clan. Comparatively, the Warclan is better than the Wind Clan.

The old man pondered for a moment, and then said something that everyone didn't expect: "I hope you can help me with something!"

Feng Yun Wuji stared at him deadly: "Do I think I will help you?"

A look of pain and disappointment flashed across the old man's face, and he said with some loss: "But I really can't find anyone else who can find help, if you don't agree, then Ruo'er, she can only ......"

When Fengyun Wuji heard this, his expression changed slightly: "What did you say?"

Everyone also heard that there was something strange about it, as if the purpose of this old man of the Wind Clan was not what everyone thought at the beginning.

A wry smile appeared on the old man's face, and instead of answering, he asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Is the Wind Clan's reputation in the primeval world very bad now?"

No one answered, and even Chi Hurt looked at him with a cold look, a question that didn't need to be answered.

The old man sighed, and his face showed a mixed expression: "First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Feng Wuliang, I am an elder of the Wind Clan, my status is second only to Feng Zun and several other people, hundreds of millions of years ago, I had another identity......"

The old man's face showed a clear divine light, and he was quite proud: "Under the Wind Clan Patriarch Wind God Seat, the Xuanliu General Feng Wuliang is me!"

"Ahh

Feng Wuliang turned his head to look at Concubine Feng with some vicissitudes, and bowed his head: "Princess Xuanyuan, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Actually, a long time ago, the Wind Clan was not like this, the controller of the Wind Clan was not the Wind Zun, but the Wind God, and the daughter of the Wind God was Youruo, and she was the girl you saw in the Wind Clan's forbidden land who was imprisoned by the 'Soul Trivial'. ”

Suddenly, the door opened, and a memory emerged from the sea of consciousness and became clear.

"It turned out to be your ......" Feng Yun Wuji said clearly, remembering that time in the forbidden land of the Wind Clan, before leaving, he saw an old man hurrying over, it turned out that it was him......" Fengzun is the brother of the wind god, selfish, not at all like the wind god, since the war of gods and demons, the wind god was seriously injured in the war, but he never expected that the wind god would secretly poison him, in the past, Feng Zun cultivated a set of wind zun decisions, including a set of vicious exercises, which can make the life and death of the clansmen who have practiced a certain kind of martial arts under his control, and can even control the other party to self-destruct with his mind. With this set of exercises, he established Bailiu in the clan, which is now the Feng clan. As soon as he said, the wind god was healing, and the wind lord broke into his secret room, and then, the wind lord announced that the wind god was seriously injured and died in the battle of gods and demons, and the wind clan must listen to him in the future. Our Xuanliu is only loyal to the wind god, naturally it is impossible to listen to him, so a tragic infighting happened...... "Feng Wuliang's mind seems to have returned to that distant era, the tragic killing that happened in the underground cave, on the old face, I can't help but cry, one by one the tears continue to fall from the eye sockets, Feng Wuliang whimpered, and his expression was like a wounded wolf: "I am the general of Xuanliu, I can't surrender to him at all, but Fengzun threatens the only daughter of the wind god, and I have to surrender...... In the face of my compatriots who were born and died together in the battle of gods and demons, I had to raise the butcher knife in my hand, and they still trusted me so much!!......"

Feng Wuliang kept wiping his tears with his sleeves, as if he wanted to stop the tears in his eyes, but he couldn't stop it, his back bowed unconsciously, and he appeared in front of everyone, like a really ordinary, dying old man, repenting for the mistakes he had made.

Forcibly reluctantly restraining his sadness, Feng Wuliang trembled his lips and said: "Feng Shen was injured in the battle of gods and demons, he is a hero, in the face of many powerful gods and demons, he is alone, I don't want his only descendant to be cut off, so I was wronged to be an elder of white streams." Princess Youruo has always been the orthodox heir of the Wind Clan, Fengzun is just a plagiarist, he has always been secretly murderous to Youruo, but because of his unrighteous name, he can't be like those people who were originally executed for treason. But now, the Wind Clan has been hit several times in succession, and Feng Zun seems to have contacted other forces, and not long ago, I overheard him talking to himself, as if he was about to attack Princess Ruoyou. I couldn't find anyone to help save this poor child, and I knew that Yuruo seemed to know you—he didn't know who you were, but when I saw you, I knew who you were—that Yuruo was different from the other WindClan, and that she had nothing to do with the sins of the WindClan. I know, the sword god is not an unreasonable person, it must be understandable, please, save this poor child......" Feng Wuliang sobbed, his knees weakened, and he wanted to kneel down against Fengyun Wuji.

Fengyun Wuji shook his sleeves and said coldly: "Get up, I can't stand you kneeling." ”

"I don't know what you said to her when I wasn't there, but lately, I've been hearing her quietly facing the underground river, often talking to herself, talking to herself, flowers, grass...... , Sword God, I beg you for that poor child, save this child who has never even seen the earth......"

Concubine Feng showed a sad look on her face when she heard this, turned her head to look at Feng Yun Wuji, her lips moved, and her voice was low almost to herself: "Promise him......"

Thinking of the dark, mist-filled underground river of the Wind Clan, facing the gray environment all day long, and the quiet and gentle girl of the spotless river, it is really difficult to say a word.

"Yes, no matter what the Wind Clan is, this girl has nothing to do with the Wind Clan after all!" Lang Ran sighed, Feng Yun Wuji was facing Feng Wuliang, and said: "You go back, I don't have to dare about her affairs!"

"Thank you Sword God," the old man looked happy, bowed to Fengyun Wuji gratefully, and said excitedly: "I have thanked you for the deceased Majesty...... , Princess Youruo, I have taken him out of the Wind Clan cave without permission and handed him over to the other clansmen, and after a while, I will let them go to you...... I can't let the princess stay in that place when I know she's going to die!"

After that, Feng Wuliang bowed to Fengyun Wuji again, that kind of old and sad demeanor, swept away, looked at everyone, slowly retreated, everyone could clearly feel the joy and gratitude in his heart, after withdrawing dozens of zhang, the old man suddenly turned around, turned into a whirlwind, and soared towards the sky...... "Where are you going?" "Go where I should go......" The old man's voice came from the air, with a bitterness, the pleasure of explaining it, everyone felt the old man's voice, a ' The will of the strong man is gone'...... Fengyun Wuji and the others looked at the direction of the old man's departure, and couldn't help but be in awe......

(To be continued)