Not far from where Lan Mengling was lying, there was a pitch-black mass of things, how dusty it was, this dust was almost a few inches thick, and it looked like a black coffin up close, but who was this burial? There is no record of which great power is buried here?

At this time, the Burial Soul Valley began to move, and the aura in the spiritual veins and the rich demonic qi all began to be absorbed by the mysterious golden runes, and the pitch-black stone pillars began to break inch by inch, and the entire Burial Soul Valley, and even the entire Burial Soul Abyss, shook.

At the bottom of the Valley of the Buried Soul, in just a few breaths, countless spiritual veins dried up, and the demonic qi disappeared, this is what it looks like in the Valley of the Buried Soul, and around the Soul Burial Valley, countless demon beasts, demonic beasts, beasts, and trees are mostly dried up, and dry ravines appear on the ground, just like the drought in the human world.

And in the black coffin, the person lying quietly was actually the Xia Feng who was thrown down by Han Mo, Xia Feng's eyes were slightly closed at this moment, and he didn't seem to know whether he was alive or dead, and he couldn't perceive the slightest vitality, but there was no lifelessness in death.

The golden runes began to pour into the black coffin, gathering in Xia Feng's body, and after countless golden runes poured in, Xia Feng's body obviously had a trace of imperceptible vitality.

And the abnormal movement of the Burial Soul Abyss obviously alarmed the people on the ships of the Five Sects, and of course the people rescued by the Sword God Sect, the people of the Sword God Sect sent people to send the 'Blue Dream Spirit' back, but it was the remaining part of the people who observed the abnormal movements of the Burial Soul Abyss.

And Xia Feng's appearance at the moment is a little weird, the red mysterious lines wrap around his body, he can hardly see his appearance, his face is down, his back is up, his body slowly levitates, and he flew to the sky above the black coffin, and the demonic qi up and down his body is vertical and horizontal, like a terrifying demon of ten thousand years.

Suddenly, on Xia Feng's back, the small broken jade flew out with white fluorescence, and at the same time, behind the white broken jade, a red mandarin duck pattern escorted the broken jade, and the mandarin duck only had the appearance of one, which looked like it was missing one side.

The broken jade and the red mandarin duck picture were the center, the black demonic qi, and the red blood-like lines began to wrap around the broken jade, gathering little by little, and soon, all the demonic qi and lines on Xia Feng's body disappeared, and slowly fell into the coffin.

With the broken jade and the red mandarin duck diagram as the center, a human figure is slowly generated, the broken jade and the mandarin duck diagram flickered between the eyebrows, and slowly a face exactly the same as Xia Feng appeared, but at this moment, the black coffin in the distance began to tremble, as if something was about to fly out to suppress the broken jade and mandarin duck diagram.

In the coffin, Xia Feng's eyebrows with his eyes closed, flew out of a white bead of light with mysterious lines, and there were many memories in the bead that wanted to fly out, but they were blocked by the mysterious lines on the surface, but the bead flew out and collided with the broken jade, only to see that the same human face as Xia Feng dissipated with pain and turned into a stream of energy.

And at this moment, the variables regenerated, and on Lan Mengling's forehead not far away, the pattern of the other half of the mandarin duck began to emerge, as if it was pulled by the mandarin duck group behind the broken jade, and flew directly out of the center of Lan Mengling's eyebrows, merging with the red mandarin duck behind the broken jade.

Suddenly, an indescribable power permeated the surroundings of the broken jade, a mysterious power that surpassed the way of heaven, resisting the white light beads, the light beads seemed to feel something, flew back directly into the coffin, and disappeared at the center of Xia Feng's eyebrows, and Xia Feng, who was unconscious, closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's the breath of fate..."

And the mandarin duck mark seemed to have used up its power, and it gradually lost its color, and slowly dissipated in the heavens and the earth.

In the distance, Lan Mengling lost the mark of the red mandarin duck, and her vitality became much weaker, but there were very scattered memory fragments in her mind, and in that scattered memory, there was a picture that looked very warm and happy, it was herself in a red wedding dress, and beside her was a man in a red dress, the man's face was blurred, but it was very familiar, she didn't seem to remember the appearance of that face.

Losing the suppression of the mysterious white light beads, a long-haired Xia Feng slowly appeared, but the white broken jade submerged into his body.

Xia Feng, who was dressed in red clothes, looked very handsome, and there was a faint sense of sadness between his eyebrows, although his face was not much different from that of Xia Feng in the coffin, but the expression on his face was more mature and steady, and there was no sense of restraint in Xia Feng's gestures.

The moment the red-clothed Xia Feng opened his eyes, the figure disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared beside Lan Mengling, gently holding Lan Mengling in his arms, although the red clothes exuded black demonic energy, but it did not affect the consciousness of the red-clothed Xia Feng.

The red-clothed Xia Feng hugged Lan Mengling tightly in his arms, but Lan Mengling never woke up, the red-clothed Xia Feng picked up Lan Mengling, walked towards the black coffin, smiled at the black coffin, and gently placed Lan Mengling beside Xia Feng, and the red-clothed Xia Feng kissed Lan Mengling's forehead, slowly put her in the coffin, and fell asleep side by side with Xia Feng in the coffin.

The red-clothed Xia Feng looked at the sky, with a demonic evil smile on the corner of his mouth: "Tianjiao?" After speaking, the red-clothed Xia Feng pressed his hand on the ground and shouted: "Heaven Shifting Technique!" The next moment, the red-clothed Xia Feng disappeared into the Burial Soul Valley.

The red-clothed Xia Feng, who had long hair dancing and standing in the air, was surrounded by demonic energy, and the red robe moved with the wind in the air, which looked very demonic, and below the red-clothed Xia Feng, there were the people of the Five Sect Ships, and Xia Feng looked at the people below with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The red-clothed Xia Feng suddenly lost his strength under his feet, and the whole person fell down quickly, the slender black hair kept dancing in the air, and the red robe also blew.

Bang!

At the same time as there was a loud bang, the huge Five Sect ships were also shaking constantly, and many disciples of the sect did not stand firm in the face of the sudden shaking and fell to the ground.

"Ahh

"No, I didn't stand still...."

Xia Feng's feet stood on the platform, and on the originally hard platform, there were spider web-like cracks, but Xia Feng's legs were not damaged in the slightest, and the demonic energy on his body disappeared cleanly, looking harmless to humans and animals. ”

The five old men on the bottom floor all opened their eyes and glanced at each other, and one of the old men said: "It seems that we have all looked away, that kid is really a character, I remember what his name is? It seems to be called 'Xia Feng', right?"

"Aren't we going out to have a look?" asked the old man of the Heavenly Fu Sect suspiciously.

"How capable can a nobody be?" The old man of the Heaven Forging Sect didn't take this matter to heart at all. The five old men continued to close their eyes and no longer cared about it.

"Boy, you are really arrogant, but you can escape in the hands of Mu Xingsoul, you can still be regarded as a little strength, I am clumsy, but this does not mean that you have arrogant capital in front of me. Chu Fengyu, who had long hair fluttering, looked at Xia Feng, as if he was a little angry, and slowly jumped up on his feet and slowly landed on the stage.

"I remember that you seem to be a new disciple of the Heavenly Fu Sect, if you remember correctly, your name is Chu Fengyu, right?" The red-clothed Xia Feng seemed to be recalling something, and said slowly while recalling, but he didn't put Chu Fengyu in his eyes at all.

"Is the first layer of spiritual resources so arrogant?" Chu Fengyu laughed instead of being angry.

"Am I arrogant?" The red-clothed Xia Feng began to laugh, looked at the dense crowd of people around him, and said loudly: "It's not me Xia Feng who is here, I just want to say that everyone on the scene is garbage in my eyes, ....." The two words behind turned into a huge echo and continued to echo on the Wuzong ship, and everyone looked at Xia Feng angrily.

"If you don't accept it, come to me, I'll accompany you at any time. As soon as the red-clothed Xia Feng's voice fell, Chu Fengyu snorted coldly: "Looking for death!" Immediately, Chu Fengyu was holding a white fan in his hand, which was densely engraved with various rune marks, and it seemed that the fan was not ordinary.

opened the fan, and the edge of the sharp fan swept towards Xia Feng's neck, Xia Feng also sneered, and said, "Garbage is not worthy of being angry." ”

There was a loud bang.

Chu Fengyu looked at the Wen Fan in his hand, which was a little bit away from Xia Feng's neck, but seeing that Xia Feng in front of him was getting farther and farther away from him, he also felt the huge force on his stomach, kicking him back to the attic of the Tianfu Sect, and under the huge force, the attic was smashed beyond recognition.

Although the people in the attic escaped, they also looked very embarrassed, and the rest of the disciples of the Heavenly Fu Sect looked for them one after another, only to see Chu Fengyu, who had long hair fluttering, was already lying there covered in blood, and he was still twitching from time to time, although he was not dead, it looked like he was estimated to have to cultivate for more than half a year.

"Little thief, how dare you hurt my disciple of the Heavenly Rune Sect? When I don't exist!" Fu Xuejing, as the daughter of the sect master of the Heavenly Rune Sect, came directly with the sword, took out a spirit rune in her hand, and waved it at Xia Feng, there were at least a hundred or ten spirit runes, everyone was amazed that they were rich, but the spirit runes had not yet reached the cover of the red-clothed Xia, and the red-clothed Xia Feng waved his hand lightly, and all those spirit runes burned on their own and turned into ashes.

"Do you like to play with fire talismans, come and don't be rude, I'll give you one too!" As soon as the red-clothed Xia Feng's hand pinched, the black demonic qi gathered into a solid black spirit rune, and the rune path on it was unseen by everyone, and the red-clothed Xia Feng waved his hand, and the black spirit rune fell on Fu Xuejing's head in the blink of an eye, and the black flame began to burn.

Fu Xuejing kept rolling on the ground in exclamation, her hands constantly flapping the flames, but the black flames showed no sign of extinguishing at all.