The terrible sound of the wind is like the painful howl of a young beast.

The thumping sound on the ice was like the sound of a feverish heartbeat.

The icy aura vibrated on the black dragon's armor, making a crisp clanging sound.

Feng Lan felt the rolling heat wave from the hilt of the sword, and the blood boiled with it, running with all his might, and was about to fly close to the ground.

Baizhang ...... Eighty zhang ...... Fifty zhang ......

Feng Lan is getting closer and closer to that terrifying black shadow.

No fear.

The fighting spirit is rising.

A blazing heart, beating wildly for excitement.

"My sovereign father!"

The young man was in turmoil, and suddenly let out a wail.

At that moment, in the third memory, a bloody head rolled down from a golden throne, and the noble crown rolled towards the gate.

Behind the throne, the black shadow showed a hideous face and laughed proudly.

The splendid palace collapsed in laughter.

This is the memory of this handsome young man, and it is still only a small fragment.

The third world is still called Fenglan.

"Die!"

The wind roared angrily, venting his grief to the fullest.

He leaped high, the orange greatsword shining brightly, cutting through the dense clouds above the ice peak, the greatsword sharpening even more, piercing into the back of the black shadow, through the heart, and through the chest.

"Damn...... Archmage!"

The dark shadow made a heavy sound.

The heart of the black shadow burned, as if it had set the orange greatsword on fire.

The black shadow, like a lantern in the sky, dissolved on the sword little by little.

The orange color of the greatsword became more pure and bright.

The orange sword shone deep into the ice, and streams of fresh flesh like thick arms moved slightly, sending them all the way to the peak.

The face of the black shadow gradually appeared.

It was a cowhide that seemed to have been rubbed infinitely, and it was applied to the head.

It grimaced its face and let out a cruel laugh.

"It's late!"

After saying these two words, it lowered its head slowly.

Fenglan was very calm, patiently waiting for the black shadow to disappear completely.

He was suddenly lost in this world.

This ice edge, he seems to have been here before, familiar and strange.

"The Great Evil King!"

His mind flashed memories long buried.

"It's him!"

Feng Lan was sure, and thought of the fantastical scene encountered inside the gray coffin.

"Ling Xuesha?"

Fenglan continued along the winding and rugged path, thinking, searching.

The flesh and blood reflected on the orange sword became more and more vivid, and a blood-colored mist gradually emerged.

Click~, the thick ice under your feet, cracked a small opening.

The wind slowly stopped, staring at the rift.

In the next second, he raised his great sword high and stabbed it into the rift with all his might.

"Don't......"

A terrible howl rang out from the top of the peak.

"We will be one......

Echoing in the mournful echo of the ice peaks, there was a murmuring of prayers.

It's just that Fenglan's great sword has pierced deep into the ice rift, cutting off a strand of flesh and blood.

A force that shatters the heavens and the earth, like a river pouring into a stream, into a big sword, and into the body of the storm.

The white paper figure stood quietly behind Feng Lan, stretching out his hands to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Finally back?"

***

The sword in Fenglan's hand was taken away, and in a hurry, he tried hard and woke up suddenly.

His hands clutched the flesh and bones tightly, and the other end was in the mouth of the big green dog.

The big green dog made a threatening sound, and the dog's eyes were about to go blind.

Feng Lan hurriedly let go of the big bones, made sure that he was sitting on the boat, and said in his heart: It was nine thousand years old who saved me?

"Damn! What is influencing me?"

"Fenglan, your path is too weak, and you have been invaded by the withering power of evil.

Under the influence of the triple energy of light and darkness, order and chaos, life and death, emitted by the channel of time, you will enter a multi-illusion realm.

You must hold fast to a pure heart before you can live."

Master's voice came to my ears.

Feng Lan was slightly stunned, and secretly frightened.

Could it be that Master can perceive his situation in the Three Great Realms?

Feng Lan calmed down, ran the magic trick, and found that his Taoism was already the peak of his divine artistic conception.

It's just that the peak of the divine artistic conception - the situation where the whole body is like a torrent of spiritual power is completely different.

The acupuncture points of the wind are like the eyes of the sea,

The meridians connected to it seem to be an endless monstrous wave.

It's hard to know what's going on.

Fenglan always felt that he was caught in a strange circle.

He stepped out of the boat and saw all the people in the same house, all happily discussing.

The sea is unusually calm.

The sea and sky are on the horizon, and the blue sky is like washing.

However, the entire Zhangtian Mountain Range is completely like a lotus flower in full bloom.

The yellow sword was replaced by a short yellow sword with the hilt stuck in the heart of the lotus.

The twelve colors of light shine in the heavens, and above the nine heavens it seems to be hanging a lotus flower that blooms.

The Zhangtian Mountain Range seems to be being lifted.

The sea of embers also seems to be rising.

Over the land, black clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared.

The cracks around the black clouds have not healed.

In the next second, red waves erupted from the blood-colored cracks that the black clouds cracked.

All terrestrial creatures and plants that are illuminated by the red waves are burned directly and turned into fly ash.

It was so red, as if it was a boiling sea of blood, churning and rolling, and the waves were turbulent.

At this moment, one of the twelve-colored lotus flowers hanging above the nine heavens fell from the nine heavens, as fast as a meteor, sprinkling the sky with brilliance and smashing into the black clouds.

The black clouds, which were as thick as mountains, were smashed out of a deep pit, and the glittering brilliance splashed up in all directions, tearing apart the black clouds.

A moment later, in the deep pit of the black clouds, a bewitching blood light suddenly rose, like a sharp arrow shooting straight into the sky, dispersing the brilliance of the sky, breaking through layers of enchantments, and suddenly exploding on the heavenly dome vacated by the fallen lotus.

At that moment, the blood light was filled with blood, raging for nine days.

A dark red sun seems to be coming to this world from the unreal.

The nearby lotus flower withered wildly.

Palm Sky Mountains.

A touch of green light lit up on Tongtian Peak, and it slowly rose into the air, like a blue star that had fallen into the dust.

Then, on the eleven peaks such as Dingtian Peak, Tongtian Peak, and Tianzhu Peak, the second brother rose bright stars.

Twelve stars of different colors, encircling into a ring, began to spin and become brighter and brighter.

The sword inserted upside down in the lotus heart slowly rose into the air, passed through the star ring, and suddenly swelled, like a giant sword opening the sky, aimed at the gate of heaven.

On the twelve stars, a dense number of small swords were born, and the tips of the swords pointed towards the sky, forming a centripetal force with the yellow Heaven Opening Giant Sword.

In the next moment, the Heaven Opening Giant Sword shot out from the star ring, stabbing towards the Blood Sun of the Heavenly Firmament.

The breath of the primeval desolation was released from the depths of the ember sea, as if the endless divine aura had passed through the distant space-time tunnel and descended on this world.

In the Nine Heavens, the yellow sword of the True Heavenly Giant Sword pierced the blood day that was bringing death to this world.

In the void pointed to by the tip of the sword, a transparent hole appeared, as if it was an open eye in the sky.

The black clouds over the land suddenly shattered.

Immediately after, the bloody sun, pierced by the sword, shattered.

The sword also cracked a gap.

Around the blood sun and the sword, the sea of blood was surging, undulating, some dim, some bright.

In the sky, it rained red and demonic blood.

On the sea, the wind and waves swept up like a mountain, filling the vast and endless ember depths.

It's as if the end of the day is coming.

On the Palm Sky Mountain Range, the star rings became brighter and slowly erected, accompanied by a long chanting sound that seemed to be groaning, and each star launched a dense yellow sword rain, passing through the endless waves on the sea surface and hitting the black clouds that were constantly shattering.

It's just that the weird black cloud is still dying, and the trapped beast is still fighting.

Black skull shields appeared in the black clouds, blocking most of the sword rain.

On the edge of the sea and sky, the sky was clear, and suddenly a thunderbolt flashed.

After a while, it turned into a thunder sea that connected the sky and the sea, moving in the direction of the Zhangtian Mountain Range.

The boat also began to slowly rise into the air.

Fenglan immediately jumped to the boat and sat cross-legged at the wheel without hesitation.

When the oriental fish white in the depths of my mind emerges, you can see sparks, blood rain, raindrops and other mysterious things flying randomly on the sea surface and in the sky without falling.

The wind and wind run the trick, let the oriental fish swallow everything.

Gradually, the boat fell, like a stone in the sea, suppressing the raging sea of embers.

Time passed, flying out of the storage bag on its own, shining with a crystal luster, like a jagged curl blade faintly with runes emerging.

The boat, like the anchor point of the Zhangtian Mountain Range, echoes from afar, intimidating the embers of the deep sea.

The dim sky is gradually brightening, and there is a scene of seeing the sun through the clouds.

The black clouds over the land are unsustainable, and once they are dispersed, they will be like a thousand miles of embankment, collapsing in an anthill and pouring down for thousands of miles.

A thought becomes a demon.

One thought turns into mortal.

Ordinary mortals are divided into good and bad people, and monks are divided into good and evil because of their belief in the portal.

Life, always at the last moment of life, suddenly looking back, countless things that are difficult to extricate themselves linger and never leave. Z.br>

At that moment,

Who would say, "I won"?

Who can't have an epiphany, even if he has a strong ambition to look at all things in heaven and earth, and cast a monument of glory with blood, it is still illusory?

As long as at that moment, the heavens and the earth change color because of themselves, and the wind and clouds rise because of themselves, it is enough.

***

The Demon Sect, the plan to secretly cross Chen Cang, and want to summon the Bloody Sun to destroy the Palm Heaven Sect, has been crushed.

The five spell-casting elders, led by the most powerful Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect, Tianwan, were all seriously injured due to the destruction of the Blood Day.

The Holy Fu of the Palm Heaven Sect passed down the order of the master: the elders and disciples came out together to hunt down and kill the demons of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect, under the dispatch of the Eight Great Sect Masters, went all out to stop it.

The two sides launched a life-and-death chase between the mountains and ravines in the Southern Regions.

The new rising star is far better than the snowy region.

Even if it was a person in the Demon Sect who was at the beginning of the foundation realm one-on-one, he was actually killed by three people in a row.

For a while, Feng Lan became the person who made the people in the Demon Sect flee the most.

"Xuanwu, do you still want to return to the quicksand sea alive?"

The wind swept like an angry wind.

In the oblique stab, the Shen sisters were killed, and Xuanwu formed a wonderful flanking momentum.

"Storm thief, this church wants your life."

Xuanwu shook a small copper bell in his hand.

Feng Lan's eyes were illusory, and he saw two blood-colored phoenixes pounce on him.

"What a great hex."

Feng Lan brandished the Seven Star Immortal Sword, and the Qinghui Sword blocked the Ten Feet Fangyuan, forcing the Shen sisters to retreat.

At this time, seven more men surrounded and killed.

"Today, Fenglan, you must die!"