"Survival of the fittest, hahaha, it's so survival of the fittest. No wonder you, as a member of my clan, only have half the blood!"

The phantom of Huanfeng was clearly extinguished, and he laughed wildly under the gaze of Feng Nian, not knowing whether he was satisfied or lost.

"Ancestor, since you are still alive, why don't you return to the clan?" Feng Nian didn't know about Huan Feng's situation, but he saw the flesh and blood people in front of him, and he felt the vitality.

Huanfeng's smile was put away, and his face climbed into sadness: "I am still alive, but I am alive without people and ghosts." If it weren't for my obsession to support me, I might not have been able to survive the day you came. ”

Huan Feng looked at Feng Nian carefully and found that something was not quite right with this kid. He suddenly reached out and pulled Feng Nian's hand, and a trace of cool aura took the opportunity to burrow into Feng Nian's body, swimming in his veins.

Feng Nian only felt that this ancestor's hand was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver, and then that cool aura roamed in his body, making his muscles and body seem to be frozen.

"Ancestor, you... What the hell are you going to do?" But in an instant, Feng Nian's eyebrows were stained with a layer of white frost, and his lips and teeth were so cold that they kept chattering.

Huanfeng didn't speak, just silently probed his veins.

After a long time, ecstasy appeared on his face: "Yes, you can." Hahaha, you can!!"

At this time, Feng Nian was already so cold that he couldn't speak, and the only eye in his body that could move was asking what Huan Feng was doing and what he was saying.

Huan Feng withdrew his unusually cold spiritual power, and the cold air suddenly faded like a tide, but it still left a coldness that was difficult to eliminate in the short term on Feng Nian's body.

"What the hell can I do?" Feng Nian hugged himself, trying to regain some warmth for himself.

"You can practice the art of dream-making in our clan. Huanfeng looked up to the sky and laughed, constantly patting Feng Nian's shoulder.

"Child, your father's bloodline must be very strong, and he can completely make up for the genetic defects that should have appeared. Huanfeng looked at him like he had found a treasure.

"Your father's bloodline and the bloodline of my Phantom Demon Clan have built you into the most perfect dream-making cultivator, you can practice the art of dream-making and dream control, and you will become the hope of the rise of my Phantom Demon Clan. ”

Huanfeng's eyes were extremely hot, just like the crazy paranoia he was when he was holding his daughter in the illusion, but this kind of crazy paranoia was not what Feng Nian wanted to see.

"Ancestor, I don't know how to practice the art of dream-making. Feng Nian's resolute refusal made the ecstasy on Huan Feng's face instantly stop.

"I don't have the talent to learn the art of dreaming, and I also have a master who teaches me to grow, and I don't need and don't want to learn this. "Feng Nian's favorite is his big knife, and his favorite is to carry the big knife and fight the enemy.

As for the art of controlling dreams and making dreams, it was not his interest at all.

"You have, kid, you have that special talent. Believe me, you are the best dreamer and dream controller, and you are the best heir of my phantom clan. So you have to learn, you have to learn this. ”

Huan Feng put Feng Nian's shoulder, his face was crazy.

It has always been his obsession to see that someone from the Phantom Demon Clan can succeed in the Dream Creation Technique, because only with such a person in the clan can their Phantom Demon Clan get a piece of sky exclusive to them in the Demon Domain.

Feng Nian shook his head firmly under his expectant expression: "I can bring the exercises back to the clan, but I won't learn this." ”

Huan Feng's expression changed suddenly, and he grabbed his shoulders as if he was ruthless: "I said that you want to learn, you have to learn." ”

His palm, which kept increasing his strength, made Feng Nian's shoulder ache constantly, and he only felt that this shoulder was about to be crushed by Huan Feng.

"You have to learn!"

Huan Feng was full of evil energy, his robe danced without wind, and his black-streaked face looked extremely scary.

He turned his right hand and slapped his palm on Feng Nian's head.

"No... Yes!" Feng Nian desperately wanted to struggle, but even if Huan Feng was already at the end of his strong crossbow, Feng Nian, who had just jumped up to the immortal level, had no power to fight back against the god-level Huan Feng.

Feng Nian only felt that something was pouring into his divine sense, and he couldn't stop it, he could only watch as these things entered his brain and slowly took root in it.

"Learn this, you are the strongest heir of my Phantom Clan, and you will be able to lead my Phantom Clan to the top. ”

This is Huanfeng's long-standing obsession and his ambition for more than 10,000 years.

Just as he forcibly sowed the seeds of dream-making on his daughter when she was still young, Feng Nian at this time was like a little baby who had no power to fight back in the palm of his hand.

He reenacted the scene of that year, and forcibly rooted this dream-making technique in Feng Nian's mind.

"You let him go!" the fierce whip wind swept over, forcing Huan Feng to let go of the wind thoughts that he had forcibly transmitted the exercises.

But he would rather be forced to receive this whip than to retreat, unwilling to let go. As the long whip hit his body, several people clearly saw his body flicker, as if it was about to collapse.

"Huanfeng, let go of the little friar. ”

Shu Shu and Xue Ya took the whip and the other sword, and both rushed away with the wind in both directions.

Although Huan Feng was not afraid of the attacks of the two of them, he was already at the end of the crossbow, and at this moment, he also transformed his soul power into the inheritance of the Dream Technique and constantly squeezed it into Feng Nian's mind.

His energy was constantly draining, and Shu Shu and Xue Ya's fierce attacks also made him more seriously injured.

Feng Nian's forehead was bruised, his face was flushed, and the stimulation in his brain made him speechless, but he shook his head at Shu Shu and the others, wanting them to stop attacking.

He was the one who had direct contact with Huanfeng, and he knew best what Huanfeng was doing now, and what his current situation was.

"No, ......" Feng Nian used all his strength to stop Xue Ya and Shu Shu.

"Little Friar, why are you?" Shu Shu was not convinced, he was obviously in pain, why didn't he let them do it.

Xue Ya raised his hand to stop her: "Xiao Nian has his own reasons, Shushu, you retreat to the back first." ”

From the moment Xuanwu broke through the illusion realm and saw Huanfeng, he had been looking at this genius who dominated the Demon Domain ten thousand years ago.

Ugly, yes, black lines are dense, and the green tendons are bursting up. In this way, Xuanwu finally believed that because of his ugly appearance, he caused many unnecessary fights.

"He's just letting the kid inherit his legacy, not hurting the kid, you don't need to make such a fuss, girl. ”

Xuanwu's explanation made Shu Shu really settle down, she stood aside and watched Huanfeng's movements seriously, once he had any performance to hurt the little monk, she would definitely rush forward as soon as possible.

I don't know how long it took, the crazy stubborn aura on Huanfeng's body suddenly subsided, and his body slid to the ground.

Feng Nian's head hurt so much that he almost exploded, and he covered his head and moaned.

Xuanwu leapt to the top of Feng Nian's head, and white light flashed on the turtle shell. It's clearing the flood of information in your mind for Feng Nian!

"If I hadn't been here today, this child would have died in your way. Xuanwu complained angrily.

Huan Feng, who fell to the ground, smiled with relief: "Divine Beast Xuanwu, I have admired the name for a long time." ”

Of course, he knew that he would definitely not be able to accept the infusion method child, but he also knew that these people came together, and this divine beast Xuanwu would definitely be able to help the child.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Xue Ya stepped forward and fed Feng Nian a mouthful of pills, also to help him relieve his pressure.

"You deliberately let us go here, and then let us take over Feng Nian and help him relieve the pressure?" Xue Ya's eyes were emotionless, and they were extremely cold.

"You're so selfish. ”

This sentence doesn't need Xue Ya to say, Huan Feng knows it himself. He knew he was selfish, he had been selfish for many years, and he regretted it for many years.

It's just that the obsession after death has kept his soul in the world as if he was alive, and his regret has long been washed away by layers of obsessions, and he just wants to complete this obsession before his soul is finally gone.

"Let me be selfish this time, this kid is good material, he can learn the art of dreaming, he can carry forward my illusion clan. ”

In the end, Huanfeng's eyes were fixed on Feng Nian, who closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, and his soul that had been extinguished several times finally extinguished his light when the last voice fell.

Huanfeng's soul drifted away, floating in the air, spilling on this place where he had been waiting for many years.

"Ancestor..."Feng Nian opened his eyes, a little bit of soul light sprinkled on his hand, and he felt that the place he had touched was extremely hot.

But I never knew if it was this soul that was too hot, or if his hands were too cold.

"How does Xiao Nian feel?" Xue Ya is undoubtedly a good master, and he really shows his fatherly care for his apprentices.

The baby-faced friars lost their smiles, and the lovely dimples hid their cheeks with sadness.

"I'm fine, just a little sad. The ancestors waited here for tens of thousands of years, but they dissipated into this world so easily. ”

The world is impermanent, and no one can predict what will happen in the next second.

"Little Friar, did he really pass on the dream-making technique to you just now?" Shu Shu looked around with Feng Nian.

"Doesn't it mean that the person who learns this dream-making technique will become ugly and short-lived? Since he's dead, you should quickly forget about that thing, let's not practice this thing!"

Feng Nian didn't actually want to practice this thing, but the ancestor injected the exercises into his mind with the power of his soul, if he didn't practice, if he gave up this thing, what was the ancestor's sacrifice?

"Sect Master Shu, Master, I want to practice. ”

Shu Shu slapped him on the shoulder: "What kind of practice, don't you want to die? Don't you still go home to see your grandma, your grandma is still waiting for you to go home, silly child." ”

Feng Nian was beaten and grinned: "No, the ancestor said that my father's bloodline can't repair the deficiencies in my mother's bloodline. I am the most perfect cultivator!"

"You will believe what he says, so what if he tricks you?" Shu Shu was angry, why didn't this little monk spare his life!

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