In the Taiming Continent, there is a mysterious and powerful cultivation force that is not even known to the Five Righteous Sects.

Who would have thought?

Especially as a disciple of the Five Orthodox, he was beaten like a thunderbolt from the sky.

At this moment, the group of young disciples gathered together in the Five Positives were clearly divided into three parties in terms of the sense of distance between people.

Lingxiao Palace, alone, has never made it clear that he is about to form an alliance with that one.

The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Yuan Shi Sect have been good since the beginning of the Nine Sages, and they are like two veins.

The two factions of the Heavenly Dragon Hall and the Zhangtian Sect, for nearly five thousand years, have always echoed each other from afar.

The strange thing is that the Wuzheng disciples have a sense of divine contract-like connection, an indescribable sense of trust.

Even if the two sides are in tension, there is no urge to kill the other party, and at most they will fight for breath and face.

The elder and several disciples led by Yin Yin in the middle of the Five Positives discussed and reached the goal of defending this place together.

Next, the healing of the wounds, the patrol of the patrol, each well.

Feng Lan returned to the camp tent, didn't even dare to blink his eyes, meditated cross-legged, comprehended the Wind and Snow Sutra, and cultivated with Ice Spirit Beads.

The pure spiritual power in the Ice Spirit Bead was continuously channeled into the body, transported to Zhou Tian, refined and stored in the meridians.

The spiritual power refined every week is three times that of the last time you cultivated.

Feng Lan didn't feel tired, but became more and more eager to absorb some foreign alien spiritual power to satisfy some kind of devouring desire.

An ice bead seemed to dissolve, and the last bit disappeared in the palm of his hand.

Feng Lan exhaled lightly, frost mist erupted from his nostrils, and a sudden sleepiness came, and his eyes were suddenly illusory.

Fenglan found himself standing in an elaborate pavilion.

In the center of the pavilion, a skull-shaped emerald green jade stone slowly rotated, and the emerald green light was like a cloud and mist, but it reached the outermost layer, like white clouds, and the rui gas was steaming.

At first glance, the inside is turbulent, and the exterior is full of white clouds.

Every wall of the pavilion is a neat bookshelf, with stone slips on the north side, bamboo slips on the east side, animal skin scrolls on the south side, and silk silk on the west side.

The bookshelves were blocked by a layer of turquoise smoke and rain, and not a single book could be touched.

On the ground to the north of the alexandrite, there is a round bone that lies diagonally, about nine inches long and about three inches in diameter.

"The Outline of the Divine Vision?"

Feng Lan shouted in surprise as he picked it up.

After careful reading, it was determined that the bones were detailed with the general outline of the Divine Eye Recipe and the first volume of ghost smoke, and the text was exquisite and rigorous, which was not comparable to the ghost smoke recipe obtained by Fenglan.

It was a world of difference between fur and flesh and blood.

A separate piece of the bone is engraved with six small words: No wind and snow, no god.

"No wind and snow, no eyes?"

Feng Lan repeated.

The Wind and Snow Sutra is the inheritance of the Palm Heaven Sect, originating from the Palm Heaven Mountain Range in the Ember Sea, how can it have anything to do with the Divine Eye Technique?

If so, what would it be?

In the pavilion, Fenglan did not have an incredible vision and illusion, so he simply sat next to the emerald jade and repeatedly comprehended the magic of the gods and the wind and snow scriptures.

For a long time, I didn't realize the relationship between the two major methods.

Feng Lan decided to practice some divine eye tricks.

As soon as the Divine Eye Technique was activated, the white clouds lingering on the emerald jade stone fluttered slightly, surging towards the back of the head.

A moment later, a small black dot slowly appeared in the surging white clouds at the back of Fenglan's head.

It's as if a pen is drawing an eye.

At this moment, a mysterious thought broke into the memories of the storm, like a fresh breeze blowing.

Feng Lan found himself standing on the edge of the river of blood, his eyes staring at the hook in the river of blood.

Feng Lan understood that the person standing on the edge of the blood river was not himself, but Feng Lan's soul and memory were attached to another young man.

That boy must be a mute.

Not long after, a thin little boy appeared on the other side of the blood river, Nian

He is a few years younger than a teenager.

"My teacher, help me."

The little boy pleaded, and let out a violent coughing sound.

The boy mechanically shifted his gaze to the bald old man fishing next to him, and then to the thin little boy on the other side of the river.

"A drop of blood divides yin and yang.

If you want to save someone, you have to divide it in two."

The bald old man said.

The boy turned and bowed to the old man.

It's just that another soul attached to the teenager, screaming madly, strongly recommends rejecting this offer.

However, the teenager is another soul who does not perceive the body and is indifferent.

The bald old man smiled with relief, and with a flick of his left hand, a drop of blood stopped in the sky above the river of blood, and slowly split into two, one black and one red.

The black part drifts to the center of the boy's eyebrows, and blends into the center of the eyebrows little by little.

The red part was swallowed directly by the emaciated boy across the river.

"Evil beasts!"

The bald old man was furious.

It seems that everything is late.

The thin boy flashed like red lightning, and a sharp black dagger pierced the bald old man's heart.

The old man punched the young man into the river of blood with one palm, and pointed at the river of blood, and the river of blood suddenly froze, and the young man continued to sink to the bottom of the river.

Suddenly, a phantus slowly stood up on the old man's body, stared at the thin little boy in front of him, and sighed lightly.

With the help of the vision of the young man who sank to the bottom of the river, Fenglan saw a figure appear in front of him, paused slightly, and played with his fists and feet, which seemed to be a martial arts kung fu.

"Candle Sky Nine Style?"

The Fenglan soul attached to the young man's body shouted.

The Candle Sky Nine Styles are the unique skills of the warrior monks in the Small Grass Temple in Flame City, and the last person to completely inherit the Nine Styles is Yun Lie, and Feng Lan can only have seven styles.

It's just that, compared with what the old warrior monk taught, the nine styles cast by the human figure are countless times more subtle, each style seems to be grabbing the power of the nine heavens and the nine shadows at the same time, and the key is to gather the power of the nine heavens and the nine shadows to reach the realm of the ninety-nine double yang.

"Candle Heaven Nine Styles, can restrain ghosts and witches."

After the figure finished speaking, it disappeared as if it had been blown away by the wind.

At the bottom of the Blood River, a black fire appears, and then a door opens in the location of the black fire.

The boy continued to sink towards the door of black fire, and a small fish appeared inside the door.

The soul of the wind attached to the boy's body can be seen clearly with the help of the boy's vision.

But at the moment when he had already touched the Gate of Black Fire, Fenglan saw a piece of oriental fish white.

Feng Lan sighed, and found that he was still meditating cross-legged, maintaining a cultivation posture.

The mysterious illusion switch is completely uncontrollable, putting Fenglan in a powerful predicament.

Oriental fish white must be the only breakthrough.

"This time, you woke up on your own?"

Six Tails asked suspiciously.

"I saw a door of black fire and woke up."

Feng Lan told the truth, he wanted to determine how much the six-tailed thousand-year-old demon fox knew.

"Flame Portal?"

"The first illusion of the Flesh Curse—the Ancestral Soul."

The Six Tails muttered to himself, and after a pause, said, "You can travel back to the memories of your ancestors, and use the ancestors' vision to see what happened to the ancestors."

"Oh?"

Feng Lan said indifferently, and said in his heart: So that's the case? Is that really the case?

"In my fox clan's memory, your change is that there are at least two people of the same bloodline, and you are doing your best to transfer the soul curse on their bodies.

This is a very mysterious method of soul cultivation.

It seems that in the memory of my fox clan, there are only two archmages in the Archmage Council, Jia and Long, which are soul curses."

Six Tails said as he reminisced.

Feng Lan suddenly understood why Jia Yucong and Long Wumian were in a hurry to return to Taihong Ancient City.

Perhaps, they don't have any

Leave the snowy region, but hide in a secret place, and use Fenglan to crack the soul curse in his own bloodline inheritance with all his might.

Fenglan asked, "Can I fight back?"

The Six Tails affirmed, "No. There is only mutual benefit and win-win results, or, one side kills the other."

Feng Lan smiled faintly and said, "You know so much."

"My ancestor of the Nine-Tails lineage, there have been four generations of secret services for the Council of Archmages. The archmage who was kind to my ancestors is none other than the surname Feng." Six-Tails chuckled lightly, "As a Terran, the first time you saw me, you didn't have the bloodline memory of the demon feud. I was sure that you must be a human with whom I have some kind of connection."

Six Tails added, "There's something you may not know about.

In the course of the last generation of Heavenly Demon Emperors, from the Heavenly Demon Emperor to the Heavenly Demon and Earth Demon tribes, a large number of demonic hybrids appeared.

What really overturned the foundation of the Heavenly Demon King Court was the collusion between several people with the blood of the Heavenly Demon Emperor and the Seven Rebellions of the Human Race.

The retribution for the Terrans is also a complete subversion of the Council of Archmages who protect the Terrans.

It's just that the human race, under the leadership of the Seven Rebellions, has embarked on a completely different glorious path, and the other races on the Taiming Continent have no chance to turn over.

This is indeed a prosperous spectacle, far better than the bloody Heavenly Demon King Court era, and even better than the ancient era of the ancient witch clan ruling the Ru Mao drinking blood."

Feng Lan listened with relish, took out two ice spirit beads, divided them between the six tails and the seven tails, motioned for the two foxes to sit opposite each other, and inquired in detail about the story of the "Seven Rebellions of the Human Race".

Until dawn, Fenglan never entered the blurry illusion again.

"Unexpectedly, the Nine Saints of the Terran Race are only the subordinates of the Seven Rebels of the Terran in the mouth of the Demon Race."

Feng Lan never thought it would be like this.

It's a pity that the Six Tails don't know the name of the Terran Seven Rebellions.

In this way, since the Nine Saints were born, the traces of those seven people have probably been completely erased.

After eating briefly, Fenglan walked out of the tent.

Gu Feng and the others happened to come over.

"Alliance leader, the people of the Seven Xuan Alliance were ambushed, and all seventy-seven people were killed."

"What?" Feng Lan's face changed violently, and he breathed rapidly, "Are the people of the Seven Xuan Alliance all pigs?"

"Moreover, the body left in the snow after being killed by the Alliance Master last night is gone."

Feng Lan took a deep breath and pondered, "Gather all the people of this alliance, no one is allowed to act alone, and it is not appropriate to go out to explore."

In a moment's time, he said, "Gather everyone, follow me out of the magic circle, and explore north."

Fenglan indirectly changed the things he said, and he was not as calm and confident as before, and even the spirit of his performance was a little messy.

A group of more than 100 people went north to explore.

Twenty miles away, a strange figure suddenly appeared.

Fenglan immediately locked onto it, and Edgeworth chased after it.

The force of the wind that erupted at that moment formed a storm and rolled up the snow waves.

The strange shadow couldn't escape, it slowly stopped, and it became real little by little.

Feng Lan could see clearly that it was the monster who suddenly changed in the snow yesterday.

Feng Lan asked, "Are you Xuan?"

The monster's dry eyes glowed with light, and there was a dull humming sound in the abdomen.

Feng Lan said again, "Xuan Long is also as mutant as you, and I killed him with an order axe."

The monster suddenly croaked and was about to flee when it was blocked by a flaming sword.

Yun Lie said slowly, "This is the curse of the Ghost Witch Clan, and we will find a way to dissolve the curse and restore you to your original appearance."

When the monster saw the flaming greatsword, it knelt on the snow and prayed sincerely.

Yun Lie stepped forward to help him up, looked at Feng Lan, and said word by word, "Yuan Yao, just arrived."