Fu Huanjing used his cloud cirrus palm to easily defeat Feng Shengyang's Ghost Shadow Trace Fist.

While rejoicing at the victory, Fu Huanjing looked back around, and there was no one to congratulate, sighing.

Let's not talk about the situation after Fu Huanjing angrily slashed the land rover and drove the cattle home, because there was another strange thing happening elsewhere.

"It's raining!" Cong Se, an introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, whispered as he twisted a raindrop in his right hand.

"What kind of rain?" Fu Huanjing's master asked Fu Tu.

"It's pouring rain!" replied Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect.

"Majestic rain!" Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, opened his mouth to echo.

"The rain slashed down from the air like a thunderbolt of lightning. The down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing finished his way.

The four people beside him laughed, looked at each other, and were really amused by his Fu Huanjing's serious answer.

In the dark night, the clouds were so thick that the stars in the sky seemed dim, but they crushed the earth like a thousand boulders.

A purple glow mixed with black appeared on the earth of the Illusory Soul Prison. Where that glimmer of light is a tall and tall seven-star exquisite tower.

The tower, consisting of seven storied houses, is hexagonal in shape, from the bottom to the top, clustered at one point.

The top of the tower was covered in irregular black ornamentation. Looking down from the sky, you can find that those black ornaments inadvertently constitute a mysterious and complex ancient totem.

The middle floor of the tower is even more so, its square window paper is covered with different black ornaments, bold and rough, but also very delicate.

In the illusory realm, if some phantom spirits with insufficient aura concentration look at it, they will instantly feel a headache, and they will even be sucked up by it to build a foundation with a lot of spiritual strength.

The periphery of each layer of the Seven Star Linglong Pagoda is wrapped in a layer of purple-black mist barrier, so that no matter how fierce the rain is, it cannot touch the tower body, and at the same time, it can absorb thousands of rays of light from the outside world.

The bottom floor of the tower was five feet away from the ground of the Illusory Soul Prison.

The Sky Pavilion was suspended in mid-air, and the top floor of the house was particularly special in that it had an ancient altar in the shape of a pentagonal shape compared to the six floors below.

On the bronze body of the altar, there are depictions of fierce beasts everywhere. The red blood stains in the ornament have not yet dried and condensed, and they are slowly flowing from side to side, like hideous and terrifying poisonous dragons.

The altar is subdivided into three layers, from the bottom to the top, with the bottom layer surrounded by purple and black ornamentation, the middle layer of blue and gray ornamentation gathered in the east, and the top layer with more earthy gray ornamentation to the west.

The ears of that altar are several times more ornamental than those wrapped around it, and it is even more meticulous and unusual when you look closely.

In the middle of the top floor of the altar is a recess. I saw that in the center of countless ancient runes, there was a thin white-haired old man sitting cross-legged with bated breath.

The white-haired old man, dressed in animal skins, with a sparse head, a sallow face, and a bony body. His flesh and bones were shrunken and emaciated to the extreme, hanging on the thin bones.

Such a miserable scene was as if a living, sturdy man was suspended in the wind and blew for several days and nights. Then, throw his body into the dirt and water to soak. Finally, his body was set on the fire and roasted for three days and three nights.

Although the rain outside the tower was pouring down on the white-haired old man's body, the old man seemed to be calm and relaxed as if he didn't feel pain.

The old man hadn't moved a single step for a long time, and the pouring rain couldn't make him make some extremely subtle body movements.

But just as the cowherd Fu Huanjing appeared holding the Seven-Star Cloud Snatching Sword, the thin old man's body shook suddenly, slowly opened his lips, and let out a hoarse mutter. Because the words were mixed with the noisy and noisy sound of rain, they did not seem so clear and intelligible.

And at the moment when the old man made this sound, many phantom spirits appeared under the altar tower.

After a while, the flesh of those phantom ghosts gradually condensed into a body, turning into many real figures wearing robes, thousands of them surrounding the Seven Star Exquisite Pagoda.

They all stood side by side silently, and the quiet and terrifying solemn atmosphere made the roaring rain on the side a little suppressed by it.

"Tianxi, why did the sword come out of the East Mountain? Dixi, why did you die to me Bodhi?" the abbot of the Bodhi Monastery raised his head to the sky and shouted.

As the abbot kicked over the altar and rose into the air, the top floor of the Seven Stars Exquisite Pagoda disappeared.

As for the remaining six-story houses of the tower, they gradually transformed into six burly figures dressed in the fur of fierce beasts.

"We are not willing to live in secret, and we are willing to serve the abbot again!" the six of them rose into the air and clasped their fists around the abbot and saluted.

Then, near the Empty Pavilion of the Illusory Soul Prison, countless skeleton resentful spirits within a hundred miles crawled out of the scorched black land.

"Congratulations to the abbot, returning to the Illusory Realm!" the resentful spirits roared in unison.

All their resentful spirits shouted this sentence in unison, causing the land of the illusory world to collapse and the torrential rain to a sudden stop.

However, the abbot Yu Zhu, who was suspended in the air, was unmoved, and took out a simple and unpretentious wooden plaque from his arms.

The wooden sign was empty, and the abbot threw it into the air. Then he raised his wizened right hand and stood it erect in front of him, whispering a few words of mantra in his mouth.

When the mantra stopped, the abbot pressed his huge blue hand towards the center of the altar on the ground.

I saw that the altar was overwhelmed, and let out an explosive roar, which instantly broke a few tiny lines.

From the cracked lines, countless snow-white fluorescents erupted, converging around the abbot's huge palm.

With the abbot Zhu's spell, it suddenly appeared out of thin air, and countless fluorescents flew into the air as if they were inductive, and merged into the wordless wooden card.

The wooden plaque, which was originally wordless, suddenly appeared in large characters written by countless firefly moths. The large characters were a hint of gold, illuminating a small patch of the dark sky.

"May our passing be worth it!"

The huge group of resentful spirits at the feet of the abbot Yu Zhu shouted out an old man's farewell words in unison, and the loud sound instantly shocked all things in heaven and earth.

The Wraith Wood Card may have absorbed too much of the Spirit of the Wraith's soul power, and the golden light that glowed became brighter and brighter, expelling a large area of darkness in the sky, like day.

When the golden light completely expelled the darkness, the dazzling light of the resentful spirit wooden card also suddenly retracted, condensed in the wooden card, making its original messy words instantly turn into a brand of the word "Jue" shining with golden light.

The texture and color of the Wraith Wood have also changed slightly, from wood to a hard material like gilt. It hovered in the air for a few laps, and then returned to the abbot's right hand.

The abbot stretched out his thin and huge right arm horizontally, and the five fingers of his palm were like hooks, holding the gilded resentful spirit god card firmly in the palm of his hand, as if he would sneak away as soon as he let go.

The abbot slowly knelt on one knee, then stood up, and he found that the joints inside his body were rattling, as if the bones and joints were rusty and rotten.

"I'm the same!" said Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, as he presented the Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword with both hands.

The six elders behind the abbot Yu Zhu were caught off guard by Fu Huanjing's commotion, which broke the old cold waist of the six of them.

The four people behind Fu Huanjing also got the purpose of this trip as they wished, and they were very happy, and they had no intention of fighting each other to the death.

Five people on the left, and seven people on the right, hugging their fists and saluting goodbye, goodbye to the rivers and lakes in the future.

The abbot Yu Zhu, who holds the seven-star cloud sword, is very satisfied, and he has no regrets in this life.

Fu Huanjing and his entourage of five people also left the Illusory Soul Prison in a hurry, for fear that the abbot Yu Zhusheng, who had the ultimate spiritual power, would have remorse and pinch off their necks.

Seven days later, Fu Huanjing looked back at his life in the Soul Prison and was surprised to find that he had been promoted from the Illusory Realm to the Illusory Realm.

In the past, Fu Huanjing only knew how to grab luck and fortune everywhere, but he never knew that he could also increase his own cultivation realm by perfecting others.

On this trip, Fu Huanjing endured the pain and cut his love, and voluntarily gave his beloved thing in his hand, the Seven Stars Cloud Sword, to the abbot Yu Zhu without compensation.

Such a touching act of perfecting others and disgusting himself made several Supreme Spirit Venerables in Valhalla quite moved, so they made an exception to make Fu Huanjing leave the ranks of the Illusory Realm and join the ranks of the Illusory Realm Spirits.

Perfecting others, disgusting oneself.

The July breeze gently swept through this barren earth mountain, caressing each name engraved on the stone tablet, with a trace of sadness.

The leaves in the forest rustle from side to side, causing gray shadows under the waning sun, which makes people feel chilled.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Fu Huanjing pointed to the six wordless tombstones in front of him with his slightly immature fingers, puzzled, and kept scratching his head and thinking.

"Master, why do you always choose this day every year to come here to mourn them?" asked the down-and-out young master Fu Huan in puzzlement.

"Stinky boy, for the teacher! I can only pour out the bitterness and sourness in my heart with these old friends. The dark waiter Fu Tu leaned on a cane and said with a slumped body.

"Master, don't you still have an apprentice in your old man's house, serving on the side, why do you just talk about yourself as a lonely person, so miserable and terrible?" Fu Huanjing played with a child's temper and pouted behind his back.

"Stinky boy, you're embarrassed to complain to your teacher. Just ask your kid to pat his chest and ask, are you worthy? Every day, you either accompany your Luan Jie sister to the mountains, or accompany your Qingting sister to play in the water. Dare to ask when you will remember, in the illusion world, there is still such an old bone as a teacher?"

Fu Huanjing knew that something was wrong, so he stopped talking, and concentrated on supporting the master and cleaning the weeds and dead leaves in the cemetery.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled by, and Fu Huanjing's eyes were instantly fascinated by the dust wrapped in the wind.

Fu Huanjing immediately turned his back, for fear that the master and his old man would see his embarrassment of crying and crying. Then, with his relatively clean right hand, he gently rubbed his eyes.

"Stinky boy, it's windy, and it's getting colder and colder. We master and apprentice, let's leave for home as soon as possible!" said the Dark Servant Futu to his beloved disciple.

Fu Huanjing nodded very obediently, followed behind the master's secret servant Futu, and walked back step by step.

Fu Huanjing raised his eyes to look at Tushantou, and suddenly a black illusory figure appeared on top of Tushantou.

The dark phantom in the form of a ghostly spirit dripped, like rain falling on the earth, on each of the six wordless tombstones. Then he went underground and disappeared into the wind.

Fu Huanjing looked back at the six wordless tombstones, and there were six bright red names out of thin air, which were Su Mu, Ye Rui, Xiao Cui, Lin Yu, Qin Er, and Chu Huan.

"Monster, where to escape!" In the dense forest not far behind Fu Huanjing, a young man with a silver spear rushed out and scolded loudly.

In the early summer of July, in the dense forest full of cicadas, there was suddenly a fierce shout.

The thin cicadas lying on the bamboo leaves immediately stopped chirping in despair.

The brave figure, like a flying fire, broke out of the bamboo forest.

Wherever the silver-speared boy passed, he left a deep footprint scratch on the ground.

At the end of the scratch, if you look closely, it turned out to be a young man dressed in coarse linen. His short hair is scattered, without a hint of laziness, but gives people a sense of vitality.

The young man carried a silver-white spear in his hand, and the body of the spear emitted a dazzling light.

Even on this hot summer day, Fu Huanjing could still feel an uncontrolled cold current of spiritual power running around from the young man's silver spear.

The silver spear, which was very incommensurate with the young man's clothes, was tightly held in the hand of the young man, and he put on an arrogant look that a divine soldier could not afford him.

In front of the young man, stood out of thin air three strong men with big shoulders and round waists, each carrying a sharp machete half a human length.

However, the three sword masters looked frightened, and stood straight in a cold sweat, as if they would be stabbed to death by the silver-armed young man in front of them if they moved slightly.

Perhaps the three phantom swordsmen thought clearly in an instant, and decided to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and the strong men on the left and right sides respectively raised the big knives in their hands, and while yelling, they quickly rushed towards the silver-speared boy.

The silver-spear boy seemed to have been on the battlefield for a long time, pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, and with a horizontal swing of the silver spear in his hand, he easily blocked the two strong men's hard slashing.

Then the boy stomped his right foot backwards, sinking his linen cloth shoes into the soil more than half a foot. Then, with the strength of his hands, with the support of his hind legs, he shocked the two strong men who were as thick as oxen several feet away.

"Big man, the strength is so small, it's better to go back quickly, practice diligently, don't tarnish the prestige of the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle. The silver-speared boy grinned.

The reason why the Silver Spear Boy admired the Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle so much was because he had defeated the Fourth Elder Duanmu Ziyan and the Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang of the Illusory Cloud Peak Sword Sect with his own strength.

The two strong men were easily suppressed by the silver-speared young man, and their faces were already red with anger. As soon as he heard that the boy humiliated the two of them like this, he rushed towards the boy again.

"That's enough! Yellow mouth boy, take your life!" the two strong men roared hoarsely.

With the bullet of the silver spear boy's divine weapon, the two strong men were once again shocked back by the young man, and rolled backwards a few times before stopping.

Knowing that they were invincible, the two phantoms crawled to their eldest brother's side, looking at the boy with great fear.

"Fang Feng, why are you a stinky boy again! Could it be that you are the reincarnation of a dogskin plaster, and you have to stick to the three of us brothers in this life?" the three Phantom Phantom Bosses sneered.

"Big brother, in less than a month, the three of us have been robbed and killed more than ten times by him, a stinky boy. This time, you must not spare him, you must avenge the blood and hatred of your brothers!" the two stout men with blue noses and swollen faces pleaded bitterly.

"Shut up! You think I don't know! If I can beat it, I'll fight it a long time ago. Brother Phantom shouted and scolded the two incompetent virtuous brothers beside him.

Facing the fearless silver-speared boy, the one of the three, the strong man known as the eldest brother, came to the boy tremblingly. He smiled wryly and struggled to squeeze out a kind smile.

"Fang Feng Shaoxia, look at the three of us, there is an eighty-year-old mother, a five-year-old child to be fed, and there are seven or eight wives and concubines in the middle who need to be taken care of. Originally, the three of us didn't have a deep hatred with you, but each was his own master and his own thing. What's more, the three of us brothers have not made a single murder, but are only responsible for helping the master Wanying to trace the eagle and pass the word to the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing. Therefore............ "Brother Phantom Ling moves with affection, and knows with reason."

"So what? You should hurry up and continue to talk! Otherwise, this silver spear in the hand of this young man will not be long-sighted. The silver-speared boy threatened.

"Therefore, when the road is uneven, draw a sword to help, what Fang Feng Shaoxia does, he will definitely become a model for everyone in the illusion world! If you rely on your own magic weapons and kill phantom spirits indiscriminately, it will bring you some bad reputation. Today, we have never met in a proper position, so what about it?" suggested the Phantom Spirit.

Fang Feng sensed that what he said was reasonable, so he lost his arms behind him and let the three of them go away.

The three of them left in a hurry, and Fu Huanjing, who was stunned on the side, was unwilling.

"Senior Brother Fang, it's not very authentic to act like this!" Fu Huanjing said in a weird manner.

"Senior Brother Huanjing, Senior Brother, where am I not authentic?" Fang Feng asked puzzled.

"The three of them said that this trip was to pass on the words of the master Ten Thousand Shadows Trace Eagle, why don't you let them say it to me?" Fu Huanjing asked angrily.

"Senior brother, I'm willing, can you manage it?" Fang Feng said arrogantly.

"He can't take care of it, let me ask the teacher, and I don't care if I move you?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu angrily as he whipped the criminals with a cane in his hand.

"Then it depends on your old man, whether you have that catty or not!" Fang Feng sneered disdainfully.

"Here comes the sword!"

With the roar of the Dark Servant Futu, a Firmament Divine Sword burst out from Fang Feng's body in an instant, and a sword shattered the silver spear, leaving no trace.

"Criminal, what should I do now? I don't know if I am a teacher, is there that catty or two?" asked the dark servant Fu Tu with a smile.

"Thank you, master!, you know your mistake!" Fang Feng accepted the Firmament Divine Sword given by his master, knelt down and confessed his mistake.

For a while, Fang Feng remembered the kindness of the secret servant Futu to him in the past, and sorrow came from it, and he cried bitterly.

The sword of the sky is sad, and the silver spear is also traceless.

In the final result, Fu Huanjing was naturally quite satisfied, his Xuanyuan Divine Sword defeated Fang Feng's Firmament Divine Sword.

However, what made Fu Huanjing happiest was that his confidante in the illusion world, Murong Luanjie, was still behind him.

At this point, I suddenly looked back and realized that the beauty was still there.