About 70,000 miles south of Sansheng Island, there is a gathering place of human beings called Feihe Island.

Feihe Island is not large, the overall area is half the size of the abandoned land of Qin, and nearly 300 million people live here. There is no mortal realm in the entire Feihe Island, and everything big and small is in charge of the Feihe Sect, the only immortal cultivation sect on this island.

The island is divided into seventy-two states, each of which is governed by three foundation building cultivators, and according to the population of each state, the characteristics of the region, and the degree of burden, some qi refining cultivators will be sent as auxiliaries, and some people from the big families will also be recruited to help manage it.

At the southern tip of Feihe Island, one of the 72 states of "Feiyun Prefecture", there is a small city called "Listening to the Clouds". In Tingyun City, the three major families of Wei, Shu and Wu stand together, there is competition, and there is more cooperation, whether it is clothing, food, housing and transportation, or resources such as timber and minerals. The three major families are involved, covering almost more than 90% of the business in the entire Tingyun City.

The three major families are married to each other, and the relationship is like an old tree, which is extremely complicated, and on the whole, it is quite harmonious.

However, just half a year ago, in Tingyun City, which had always been calm, an evil thing suddenly happened, and the Wei and Wu families among the three major families had a great deal of trouble. As a result, prices in the city skyrocketed, and the people complained. If it weren't for the cultivators sitting in Feiyun Prefecture forcibly suppressing it, the two families would probably evolve into a fight.

However, the matter has not been resolved, and the two families are destined not to be peaceful. Now, Leng Hefei, one of the three foundation-building powerhouses in charge of Feiyun Prefecture's big and small things, has come to the Wu family again.

Leng Hefei is the core disciple of the Feihe Sect, his strength has already reached the late stage of foundation building, and he is cold and decisive, and he didn't bother to pay attention to these worldly sundries, but this time the matter is too big, and the other two foundation building brothers are at the critical juncture of hitting the bottleneck, so they have to come in person.

In the main hall of the Wu family, in the hall of carved beams and painted buildings supported by white jade pillars, dozens of people were arguing fiercely, and on the left, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy wearing a funeral robe with a white face and closed eyes was lying quietly, with a scarred wound on his forehead, obviously dead for a long time, but it was only blessed by a secret method, and it was not damaged.

Next to the deceased, a noble lady with a sad face was crying with rain, and the months of torture had worn the woman to a point where she was sallow and her cheeks were thin, and if it weren't for the jewels and jade ornaments on her head, she would have been much haggard. Next to the woman, the middle-aged man with a wooden hairpin on his head and a noble robe, who also looked tired, scolded angrily, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of his spirit and was very depressed.

After the three, dozens of family members Xiao Si were armed with knives, guns and sticks, and they had the intention of rushing forward if they didn't agree with each other.

On the right, a man with a bun and a purple draped in purple

The middle-aged man in the robe, in response to the middle-aged man's accusation, finally sighed lightly, "Brother Shu, our two families have been friends for hundreds of years, and I won't say much else." Our Wu family is such a son, classmates are playing, and they beat Ling Gongzi to death, it is indeed the fault of my son-in-law, whether you want me to have a family fortune or a son's debt, the old man will pay you this life, I just ask you to let my son go once......"

The old man burst into tears, and his voice revealed endless tiredness.

"Okay, where is the murderer?"

On the seat, a middle-aged man in a blue robe, in his thirties, who was not smiling, finally showed a touch of impatience and snorted coldly.

Hearing this, the rickety waist of the old man on the right trembled suddenly, his face turned pale, he could no longer support it, and he fell to the ground directly. Hearing this, the middle-aged man on the left waved his hand back, and several Xiao Si had already rushed towards the backyard.

Not long after, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with an angry face and a chaotic face was framed by two Xiao Si.

The young man has red lips and white teeth, and his appearance is extremely handsome, but his complexion is not like that of ordinary people, he looks extremely vicious, and seems to hide great anger, like a hungry wolf, and he looks like he wants to choose someone to devour.

"Killing people pays for life, it is justified, since the Wu family killed the son of the Wei family, just take your life to pay for your life!"

Seeing the appearance of the young man, the middle-aged man in the Taoist robe frowned, and snorted coldly, and at the same time as the voice fell, a sword light had swept towards the young man's neck. "Poof", separation.

In a short time, a ray of light had already risen from the Wu Mansion and galloped towards the northwest. It's just that the cold and non-face, which has always been expressionless, reveals a little helplessness, "It's still failed, more than three hundred years, but now it only collects the two origins of "joy" and "fear", and I don't know when it's a head!"

Leng and Fei said, looked around, and finally stagnated on a peak, immersed in the heart, looking towards his heart, one pink and one green pigeon egg size, the pure origin has been thriving in the heart, and even the origin of "joy" is based on pink pigeon eggs, and has grown many dense pink branches, branching and scattering, like bamboo, countless.

"Melting Spirit" is equivalent to the realm of the ancestor of the Yuanying.

Collect the purest seven threads in one's heart with the void body, use these threads as "seeds", use the origin soul as the "soil", plant these collected threads on the soul, and when the soul is completely absorbed by these threads, these threads will turn into the seven pure "thoughts", and then merge into the void body transformed by the "origin spirit".

Today's Kong Fei has already "planted" the two origins of "joy" and "fear" in his soul, with these threads

Growing up, Kong Fei could clearly feel the gradual weakening of his soul, but at the same time, it also allowed Kong Fei to gain a new ability to truly participate in other people's dreams.

In the past, Kong Fei was probably equivalent to an outsider, who could only mobilize a certain thread of the person in his dreams, with the continuous nourishment and growth of the two origins of "joy" and "fear", today's Kong Fei can really change these two threads. Turning joy into fear, turning fear into joy, is just a thought.

In addition to the mutual transformation, the countless thoughts derived from the two threads of "joy" and "fear" also turned in Kong Fei's mind.

When all the seven origins are collected and the results are grown, they will reach the peak of "Soul Fusion". In terms of realm alone, it is the same as the peak of Yuanying, but its weirdness is much more domineering.

Seeing that the two origins were growing well, Kong Fei nodded, then sighed slightly, looked around, and was about to "reincarnate" again, but the next moment, it seemed that something appeared, and as soon as his hand was raised, a talisman aura fell towards his palm, and at the same time, a misty young man's voice came out from the talisman fire.

"Senior Brother Leng, from their mouths, the traces of the witch have been discovered, return!"

At the same time as the sound fell, the runic fire burned directly into a cloud of ashes.

"Another witch?!"

Kong Fei muttered to himself, a little doubt in his voice, for three hundred years, every time he woke up from "reincarnation", he would more or less hear this name. Originally, Kong Fei didn't care about these external things, but after listening to them a lot, he naturally generated some impressions.

At this moment, "Leng and Fei" frowned slightly, thought about it, and directly turned into a retreat and galloped towards the place where he came.

Nine days later, Feihe Island, which had five Jindan Ancestors, was slaughtered overnight, and more than 300,000 disciples of the Feihe Sect all died. This terrifying news has spread like a ubiquitous wind in just two months, and has spread throughout the large and small Terran gathering places.

The two primordial old monsters of the Three Holy Sects came to investigate, but the final result was inconclusive. Half a month later, a terrifying news spread from the Three Holy Islands, the Demon Ancestor Kong Fei three hundred years ago was not dead, and the culprit of Feihe Island was the Demon Ancestor who was born for the common people.

For a while, the entire Terran gathering place was panicked, and countless cultivators flocked to the Three Holy Islands, wanting to seek some shelter. This kind of appearance has a notorious taste.

On the top of a nameless mountain millions of miles away, "Leng and Fei" looked in the direction of Sansheng Island, with a little sarcasm in his eyes, and he didn't say anything, but then merged into the people under the mountain, and rushed all the way in the direction of Zhongzhou......