Speaking of Fu Huanjing's marriage line, it is a long, long story.

After all, in Fu Huanjing's first two lives, he owed too many love debts on the cultivation path, and he had to repay them in the next life.

But Fu Huanjing, who was born with a wise root, drank an extra bowl of Meng Po soup when he crossed the Nai He Bridge, and then the marriage line died chicly.

In his previous life, he called Han Yan to cross the Nai He Bridge, but Fu Huan Jing held the treasure of the Heavenly Machine Stone in the Quartet in his hand, and he couldn't distinguish the authenticity of Fu Huan Jing.

For Fu Huanjing, the road ahead is still unclear, and it is really not very important.

However, for his best friend in the human world, Qin Yan, the road ahead is still there, but it is particularly important.

After all, Qin Yan, who had been deceived by his master Shang Miao, was already distraught to the bottom, and he was tired of the long road ahead.

A Jiazi passed and did not leave any traces on the face of Qin Yan, a close friend in the human world. This journey has left his heart scarred and painful.

"Fu Huanjing, I'm afraid you're making fun of a few of us! That fire-based spirit beast Tongtian Nine-headed Python is huge in size and fierce and abnormal. With your small body, I'm afraid it's not enough for it to fill the gaps between your teeth!" Zhuge Yunjue laughed heartily.

"Zhuge Yunjue, in your opinion, the size of the fanged wild elephant is huge enough! Little Brother Yun Jue, in this illusory realm, you don't need to think about it, the phantom spirit is just a phantom spirit for the rest of your life. Fu Huanjing said to Zhuge Yunjue with a little sarcasm.

While all the phantom spirit boys and girls were talking and laughing, Murong Luanjie deliberately let her own fire-based spirit beast Eight Desolation Purple Golden Phoenix kick Fu Huanjing into the muddy puddle with a strong kick.

"Five Thunderbolts of the Burning Sky!"

Fu Huanjing, who was covered in muddy water, got up from the puddle and immediately made a small killing move against the fire-based spirit beast.

How can he Fu Huanjing, his natal porcelain has already been broken, the bridge of immortality is broken, and the marriage line is dead.

Today's small killing move is not as powerful as one percent of the past, and it can't hurt that fire spirit beast in the slightest.

On the contrary, several young men and girls in brocade clothes around Fu Huanjing laughed at him even louder for his self-indulgent move.

"Haha! Fu Huanjing, do you want to laugh to death Young Master Ben?" Shangguan Feiyu rode his Four Seas Broken Lion and turned back and forth with a smile.

Fu Huanjing, who looks like a mud monkey, has long been accustomed to the cynicism of the brocade-clothed boys and girls around him.

After all, today's Fu Huanjing is already a down-and-out young master. On the day their Fu Huan family fell, he had already prepared for the worst and would not provoke the trouble of the Murong family's phantom spirit again.

But today, it was she Murong Luanjie who took the initiative to provoke herself, and the evil breath in Fu Huanjing's heart was really hard to swallow.

Seeing that he couldn't fight against Murong Luanjie, whose spiritual power was higher than his own, Fu Huanjing took it into his heart and shook the muddy water on his body at her to relieve his anger and hatred.

Murong Luanjie, who was the only daughter of Murong Qian, the Great Elder of the Illusory Realm, immediately whispered the spiritual power mantra in her mouth, causing her fire-based spirit beast Eight Desolations Purple Gold Phoenix to stretch out its wings, shield herself from the splash of muddy water, and bounce back to Fu Huanjing's body in reverse.

Seeing that Fu Huanjing was so humiliated by herself, Murong Luanjie grimaced at him, laughing at him for his incompetence and self-defeat.

"When things are endless, recite more mantras, and laugh at me!" The phantom of the wise master suddenly appeared next to the down-and-out Fu Huanjing and laughed.

"Master, you are not kind, are you! Sprinkle salt on the wounds of the students, look at you, this gentleman, you are not too particular!" Fu Huanjing said with a disgusted expression.

"Okay! I won't joke with you, Hu Han is in trouble, sir, I have to go and help him quickly. The phantom of the Wise Master vanished in a hurry.

"Thank you!" Fu Huan thanked him.

Fu Huanjing, who came back to his senses, didn't remember the conversation between Shicai and the wise master at all, and still shook off the muddy water all over his body.

"Let's go, Senior Sister Luanjie, don't be like this muddy subordinate, you really lose our identity as a nobleman in the illusory world. "The second senior brother of the Yunding Sword Sect, Yuwen Fu Ze, rode his own fire-based spirit beast Six Realms Floating Dust Jiao, and persuaded Senior Sister Luan Jie, who was still laughing.

"What the hell is the status of a fantasy world nobleman, it's not bullshit! Master, I Fu Huanjing, wasn't I a high-ranking fantasy nobleman before! But now I have also become a muddy man who is as humble as the earth! Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!" Fu Huanjing slapped the muddy water on his body hard, and said to the backs of several young men and girls in brocade clothes who were gradually moving away.

Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, walked slowly towards his home covered in blood after slashing all the phantom spirits that directly or indirectly harmed Yurou, the Fengqi Pavilion Wind and Dust Woman.

The torrential rain poured down, as if to wash away all the filth and ugliness of this illusory world, and restore all living beings to a clean and good illusory world.

On the way home of Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, he happened to meet Li Mutong, the city lord of Yin Ran City.

Seeing that Zeng Yao, the turtle prince of Fengqi Pavilion, was covered in blood, holding his own Thunder Cloud Digging Axe. The government officials around the city lord Li Mutong hurriedly escorted him to the carriage and left in a hurry.

Because her mother Yurou has been missing for many days, Qiqi, a girl about seven years old, was taken to her home by the turtle father Zeng Yao and lived with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it took, the turtle Gong Zeng Yao finally returned to his home alive, and the faithful slave skunk in the house slept very sweetly, waving his hand from time to time and slapping the very naughty spirit fly phantom insects.

On the turtle Gong Zeng Yao's own bed, the spirit boy Qiqi was lying on her side, a pair of immature little hands, hugging each other tightly, as if praying for the spirits of the illusion world to let her mother Yurou return safely as soon as possible.

Zeng Yao, the exhausted turtle father, took a puff of dry tobacco, stretched out his right hand, and put the rainy Lin Yunjue in the palm of the spirit child Qiqi's palm.

Because the spirit child Qiqi was too familiar with Lin Yunjue, who was close to her mother, Yurou, and mistakenly thought that her mother had returned safely, she held the right hand of the turtle prince Zeng Yao tightly and refused to let go for a long time.

Seeing a long-lost smile on the face of the spirit boy Qiqi, Guigong Zeng Yao's heart suddenly felt like a knife, blaming himself for his incompetence, which led to Yurou's death.

The rain and fog dissipated, the stars rose at night, and the turtle prince Zeng Yao looked up at the window, and unexpectedly found that the illusion world tonight was much more pleasing to the eye than what he had seen before.

Isn't being kind to the strange spirits in the illusory world being kind to ourselves!

Because the turtle prince Zeng Yao blamed himself too much, he thought that he was not qualified to raise the spirit boy Qiqi, so he transferred it to his best friend Murong Qian to take care of him.

Although the spirit boy Qiqi was more than seven years old at the time, his adoptive father Murong Qian used his supreme illusion spell to erase all his painful memories.

Zeng Yao, the immortal god of war, took his loyal servant Skunk, withdrew from the rivers and lakes and retreated to the forest, never to do the despicable deeds that harmed others.

Today's Murong Luanjie is the original spirit boy Qiqi. Everything has its own providence in the dark.

Ao Rui, the storyteller of the Fuchen Teahouse, said to Jing Tianming, who loves to listen to the stories of Xianxia.

For Qin Yan, a close friend in the human world, the road ahead is still very important. For Fu Huanjing, the sky is above, and there is nothing more than that.

After all, only when the sky is still above, Fu Huanjing can follow the direction of his heart, go to the depths of the Netherworld North Sea, and rescue his father Fu Huanxiong.

That's all for it, the marriage line is dead, and the down-and-out rope is tied up.