Lin Feng was trying to condense spiritual power for the first time, and the arrow formed also contained a strong immortal aura, and he suddenly exerted force in his hand, and this pale gold spiritual power arrow carried the momentum of the wind and sea rain, and flew out with a roar.

The roar in the air is not much worse than that caused by the black-robed man releasing the arrows just now, and because the light gold arrows contain the aura of the fairy, they are even more effective for the restraint of all kinds of demons. As long as the demons within two hundred zhang of the arrow are within two hundred feet, even the high-level demons in the early stage of the transformation realm will be seriously injured by the arrow wind, or even destroyed.

"What a powerful arrow, in a sense, your arrow is a veritable demon-breaking arrow. The black-robed man praised from the bottom of his heart, he had just guided Lin Feng to condense his spiritual power with his soft spiritual power, and now he finally felt the meaning of being better than blue. Far from being angry and upset, he was very pleased.

The black-robed man was not a gloomy villain, but rather bold, but he had stayed in the Nine Netherworld for too long, nearly 10,000 years, and he had rarely interacted with other monks, so he became particularly withdrawn and seemed unreasonable.

Daoist Xuanji, Feng Xiaojun, and Wu Zhantian were all extremely surprised, because this Lin Feng, who seemed to be a pure martial arts cultivator, was actually so amazing in spiritual power cultivation that it could only be described as terrifying.

Lin Feng also fell into silence, and the moment he released the spiritual power arrow like the black-robed man, he felt the mysterious and profound artistic conception coming from the falling snow bow.

In fact, this inexplicable artistic conception is also formed by many illusions flashing alternately, which are fleeting in Lin Feng's mind, and are more vast and complex than those of deep dreams.

First of all, the image in Lin Feng's mind was that there was a woman in white, standing on the back of a crystal ice phoenix, in the sky. Holding the falling snow bow, he quickly released one spiritual arrow after another downward.

The power of these arrows was dozens of times more powerful than the spiritual power arrows released by the black-robed man and Lin Feng, and they were constantly condensed and sent out, just like many meteors falling from the sky, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

And in the vast land below the ice phoenix, countless demons and demon monks are fighting against the small number of monks who are guarding this place. Of course, the situation is very clear, after all, there are too many demons, and this should be a microcosm of the battle to destroy the world ten thousand years ago.

When this cluster of spiritual power arrows came one after another, bombarding all corners of the battlefield, the breath emitted by the spiritual power arrows was particularly deadly to demons and demon monks, just like the heavy snow in the cold winter, after landing, the grass and trees withered, and the earth was covered in silver.

Meanwhile. These arrows did no harm to the monks who guarded the place, and it seemed that the arrows and the spiritual power of these monks were of the same origin.

"This can be regarded as giving full play to the power of the Falling Snow Bow, how did this woman in white reach such a realm? How can it be beyond the reach of people!" Lin Feng sighed deeply in his heart, although he had extremely high confidence in his martial arts attainments, but in terms of spiritual power cultivation, he was only a beginner in the doorway, and he had not yet been able to enter the hall, so he had just seen such a spiritual power master. I admired it.

Lin Feng hurriedly condensed his spiritual power, so that he could see the appearance of the woman in white in his mind. But seeing her beautiful face, what is very special is that her eyes are blue, her hair is as white as snow, her ears are pointed, and she wears a necklace made of vines and coral, which is full of natural agility.

"This is clearly an elven cultivator!" Lin Feng couldn't help but say in his heart.

He knew it in antiquity 10,000 years ago. The Zichen Star cultivation realm is not just a relatively prosperous human race, but there are more than a hundred races, such as the Troll Clan, the Fish-Man Clan, the Wu Clan, the Lieshan Clan, and the Dragon Clan, etc., which are collectively known as the Ancient Hundred Races.

And the elves are also particularly famous, but unfortunately in that earth-shaking battle to destroy the world. Most of the ancient tribes sacrificed themselves to protect Zichen Star, the home where everyone depended for survival. Only the human race retained more inheritance due to the fact that there were more ancient powers at that time, and other opportunities.

As for the Trolls and Yakshas, the monks who surrendered to the other stars back then, are hated.

The eyes of the woman in white showed endless sadness, Lin Feng was puzzled, and the picture in his mind flickered, and finally understood the reason, but seeing that this scene was already after the end of the battle, at the end of the barren and dilapidated battlefield, there was a primeval jungle with towering ancient trees.

Due to the impact of this battle, the jungle was also greatly damaged, and flames burned everywhere, and when the woman in white released many arrows carrying ice crystal spiritual power with her falling snow bow, she extinguished all the flames. Then the woman in white led her people to the depths of the primeval jungle, where there were many moon-shaped wells, and many injured elves drank the clear spring water from the moon wells to heal their injuries and restore their energy.

In general, the home of the elves is made up of many ancient trees, and they usually inhabit the branches of these ancient trees, and there are green vines everywhere swaying, and Shanshan is lovely and full of life.

But today, many parts of these ancient trees have been dilapidated, and there is not much spring water left in the Moon Well, and even some of the Moon Wells are not as clear as they once were.

The woman in white led the clansmen to kneel in the open space under the largest towering ancient tree, and then spoke many elven languages that Lin Feng did not understand, but Lin Feng could tell from their expressions that this was a farewell, and the heavy sadness of parting was spreading, and no one did not cry.

"The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and the king doesn't know ......" The ancient song sung by the woman in white at this time, Lin Feng really heard it clearly, this is a ballad composed by a human monk, is this woman in white thinking about something with this song?

Soon after, the woman in white carried the snow bow on her back and led her people to move farther away, which had been dilapidated due to the effects of the battle, and had to find another forest full of life to rebuild their home.

The most ancient tree in the jungle is called Xia Qiang Tree, which extends to a very far place, and the poignant song of the woman in white is getting farther and farther away, after all, it is silent, and the four fields are silent.

There were many pictures that flashed next, and Lin Feng didn't see it clearly, but Lin Feng really felt the sadness very clearly.

When it came to the last picture, it lasted for a very long time, and Lin Feng could finally see it clearly.

But seeing that this is on the edge of the cliff of a mountain peak, the cold wind is blowing wantonly, and on a rock on the edge of the cliff, it is still the woman in white of the elf clan, but her falling snow bow is no longer with her, I don't know whether she put it away, or it has been lost, or if she once gave the falling snow bow to the Shaking Light Martial Emperor.

Of course, this last situation is just Lin Feng's speculation, and it is not very accurate.

There was a lyre in front of the woman in white, but it was different from Lin Feng's Xingmu guqin, but a seven-stringed harp unique to the elf clan.

Then the woman in white sang an ancient ballad along with the sound of the piano, this time singing in the elven language, and Lin Feng couldn't understand it at all.

Fortunately, there is no language difference in music, and its effect is nothing more than conveying affection, Lin Feng listened carefully, he was already very good at music, and he was very perceptive of the piano and singing, and soon after, Lin Feng understood the mood of the woman in white. At this moment, she is not only worried about the situation of the elves, but also telling the cold wind of the cliff about her distant thoughts, she keeps asking if these cold winds can transmit her singing voice to a very far place, so that the Shaking Light Martial Emperor can hear it?

After a long time, the white-clothed woman's singing voice became more and more poignant, and she actually coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the seven-stringed harp that she kept playing in her hand also broke a string because of it.

When Lin Feng saw this, he couldn't help but sigh sympathetically: "This is really true, how can I know that there are few voices, who will listen to the broken strings?"

Before I saw what happened to the woman in white, this picture had already flashed away and came to an abrupt end, but the desolate and sad artistic conception lingered in Lin Feng's heart and lingered for a long time.

Half an hour later, Lin Feng opened his eyes, and the mysterious and profound artistic conception had quietly receded, and the other four masters all gathered over and asked Lin Feng what he felt just now.

Lin Feng was in a calm mood, although he was very wise, but he was not a person who was extremely deep in the city, so he didn't have any worries, and told these four masters about the artistic conception and many pictures that came from the falling snow bow.

Hearing this, everyone fell into silence, and after thinking for a while, Wu Zhantian finally said: "I now understand why Shizun Shaking Light Martial Emperor will attach so much importance to this falling snow bow, it turns out that this bow is owned by the white-clothed woman of the elf clan, and listening to what you said, Brother Lin, the woman in white broke her bowels because of longing, and the falling snow bow is in the hands of Shizun Shaking Light Martial Emperor, so you can deduce this reason, it can be said that it is self-evident." ”

Because this is at the top of the Heavenly Halberd Peak, the Shaking Light Martial Emperor should still have a remnant of spiritual consciousness here, and Wu Zhantian, as its successor, is of course inconvenient to say too many old things about the master.

Lin Feng returned the Falling Snow Bow to Wu Zhantian, he carefully placed it in the narrow jade box, and then placed this box under the big stone not far away, this is an important relic of his master, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't solved the mystery for so many years, Wu Zhantian wouldn't have taken it out.

The black-robed man smiled and said, "Brother Lin, you should now understand why I said before that I felt that my spiritual power was actually insignificant at the moment when I shot the arrow." ”

Lin Feng also nodded with a smile, and said: "Actually, I also felt this way just now, compared to the ancient powers, we still have a big gap, and the way to cultivate can be described as a heavy and long way to go!" (To be continued......)