The priest held aloft the bloody heart that had been taken from Wuxin's body, and a thunderbolt burst from thousands of miles in the sky, striking it with unmistakable accuracy, shattering it instantly, and at the same time, the rain poured down.

"Don't!" Feng Wuxuan's terrible scream overshadowed the roar of thunder and lightning that echoed through the heavens and the earth, the snow flew up, and a powerful force exuded from his body to bounce Leng Yue and the four people away. The snakeskin rope that bound his body was broken, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, which was caused by forcibly breaking through some kind of prohibition in his body. A blood-colored sword appeared in his hand.

"If you dare to sacrifice my son's heart to heaven, I will sacrifice your heart to my son and bury it!"

Rumble!

Red light surrounded his body, like a flame, the downpour of rain fell to his body and was instantly evaporated, the blood-colored long sword suddenly became larger, the giant sword swung down, and suddenly, the sky shook, and the mountain collapsed and cracked.

Feng Wuxuan disappeared in place, turned into a streamer and rushed into the altar, the long sword waved, and one by one the Wu clansmen's eyes widened, and they fell backwards, blood shot out from their chests, and their beating hearts rolled to the ground.

With cold eyes like blades, silver hair flying, and a blood sword in his hand, he approached the high priest step by step, and asked in a deep voice: "When will the Holy Son of the Wu Clan descend from the sky? When will it be your turn to dig out the heart of the heavens?"

"It's... It's a scroll of bamboo slips, it's a prophecy from the gods!" the high priest shouted in alarm.

"The prophecy of the gods?" Feng Wuyan sneered, "Then killing you is also the prophecy of the gods, because... I am a god!"

The blood-colored sword slashed, and the high priest's head flew high, and his body exploded in an instant, leaving only a beating heart levitating, and a bolt of lightning burst through the air, shattering it. It's like breaking the heartless heart before.

Seeing this, the four Dharma protectors turned around one after another and fled, shouting in their mouths: "Cool quack, cool quack (devil devil)!"

"All... They all have to die!" Feng Wuxuan's body clearly scattered with scorching firelight, but his words were cold to the bone. Immediately, the snow hair hanging down to the waist stood upside down, extending indefinitely, and the ends of the hair were like needles, with cold light, and at the same time pierced into the heads of the four protectors, hanging the four people in the air, the snow hair was flicked, the bodies of the four people burst, the hearts were suspended, and they were shattered by thunder and lightning.

Cold Moon, Cold Star, Lie Yuan, and Qiu Yang stood in the air, looking the same. In the face of the coercion unleashed by this woman with a blood-colored sword, they couldn't get close at all. The woman broke the seal in her body at the cost of her life, and they knew that the only consequence of being close was death.

"You" The blood sword pointed at the four of them, and said coldly: "You will be a slave for life and protect the Ye family for generations." ”

The expressions of the four remained unchanged, and they said in a deep voice: "The interests of the Heavenly Clan are above all else, and we would rather die than obey." ”

"I'm just afraid of ......" I saw the corners of her mouth rise, and there was coldness in her mockery, "I can't help you!"

Rumble!

An invisible coercion swept away, and long snow-colored hair suddenly appeared in the void, and the long hair firmly bound the four of them. The ends of the hair pierced into the foreheads of the four people, and a diamond-shaped lens could be faintly seen flashing on their foreheads, like the ends of needles in the crystal, and when the ends of the hair were pulled out of their foreheads, a word 'fir' faintly appeared in the diamond-shaped lens. At this time, the expressions of the four of them finally changed. From cold noodles and cold, it has become dull and sluggish.

"I'm about to leave with my son, you have to live well!" Feng Wuyan muttered softly, a man flashed in her mind, it was a mortal she was willing to put down her noble status and deign to follow, the man who had broken his ribs and could only lie on the bed.

"No, I should let you see what your son looks like, and you have the right to know the son you think about day and night. Feng Wuyan then walked to the altar. When she saw her son lying on the altar intact, her pupils widened and she was shocked.

Just as Feng Wuyan broke through the confinement in his body at the cost of his life and attacked the Wu people, on the altar, the black scales on Wuxin's body slowly receded. A milky egg fell from his arms, and blood poured out of his chest and flowed towards the altar. When the blood touched the milky white egg, there was a 'pop', and cracks appeared in the eggshell, and cold air came out of it. More and more blood poured into the cracked eggshell.

The severed blood vessels in the heart rushed out of the chest, followed the blood, and burrowed into the eggshell. There was another 'pop', and the eggshell shattered. Revealing a heart that was as pure as jade and had been connected by blood vessels, the blood vessels pulled back, and the beating jade heart returned to Wuxin's chest, a trace of cold breath came out, the surface of the skin was condensed, and the scars cut by the dagger were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And all this, Feng Wuyan didn't know.

Shocked for a while, she rushed over, looked up and down, and probed Heartless's heart with her hand to test his snort. The heart beats vigorously and vigorously, and the nasal breath is smooth and rhythmic.

"This ......" she laughed, crying and laughing.

Then he looked at the four people in the sky and said, "Tianqu City, Ye family." ”

Just after Feng Wuyan and the others disappeared, the space fluctuated slightly, and then six people appeared from six directions, all wearing golden masks and cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

"There has been!" said one of them, in a deep voice.

"What to do?" someone asked again.

At this time, one person raised his hand and made a motion to wipe his neck. The other five nodded in agreement. The space shook again, and the six of them casually waved a wave of energy into the void.

Wushan shook again, the mountain continued to collapse, and the altar was torn apart and buried underground.

Tianqu City, surrounded by green mountains, green water flows around the city, and the world often uses its four-character evaluation - outstanding people. The reason for this is that there are three super sects outside the city, and there are earth immortals in charge, and the earth spirit is because Tianqu City is rich in herbs. Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods and demons fought, and the demons burned the supply of herbs behind the gods, so that the injured immortals on the battlefield were killed one after another, and the immortals of alchemy were also in a state of 'it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice'. In a hurry, the medicine king went to Tianqu City, and saw that it was clearly the same place, but the climate was distinct. Suitable for the growth of all herbs, he sacrificed the earth with painstaking efforts, and in less than two days, various herbs were sent from here to the rear camp of the gods, solving the problem of herbs. And now, on the bank of the Lanjiang River in Tianqu City, there is a bronze statue of the medicine king as high as a hundred zhang.

Legends are legends after all, but the people here firmly believe that the Medicine King once 'spoiled' this place with his heart's work.

The Lanjiang River crosses the city of Tianqu, and the blue glazed stone houses on both sides stand in rows, and the orderly streets seem to be the work of the most brilliant web-weaver, the spider. The sunlight sprinkled on the glazed stone houses, and then refracted to the Lanjiang River, through the clear water, you can clearly see those milky white pebbles like prehistoric giant eggs lying quietly on the riverbed, and occasionally clusters of fish swim happily, frolicking and lingering.

Among the layers of cyan glazed stone houses, a slightly defeated mansion is really eye-catching, judging from the area it occupies, it is not much worse than the other three eye-catching mansions. It's just that the traces of the high wall peeling off appear mottled, the vermilion gate has lost paint, the two golden characters of 'Yefu' on the main gate seem to have been scratched by a scraper, and the branches of the locust tree in the wall have stretched out to the outside of the wall, which looks like it has not been repaired for a long time.

Entering the gate, several subordinates were cleaning in the courtyard, passing through the side corridor, entering the courtyard, one person was sitting in a wheelchair, basking in the sunlight passing through the lush locust leaves. His face is well-defined, his eyes are deep, and his purple hair is like a halberd, showing a slight vicissitudes of life. His name is Ye Changqing.

"Is it today?" deep eyes looked into the void with anticipation.

The space fluctuated slightly, and Feng Wuxuan's figure appeared in front of him, staring at each other, gazing affectionately, silent is better than sound.

"Coming back?"

"It's back!"

"It's good to be back!"

Feng Wuxuan smiled, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were not wiped away, and with a wave of his hand, Leng Yue and Han Xing appeared in a sedan chair carrying the 'Eight Snakes Spit Letters'.

"I came back with my son. Feng Wuxuan said with a smile.

Ye Changqing's pupils dilated, he got up suddenly, only to hear a 'bang', and the whole person fell to the ground, throwing his body to the ground.

Dark clouds surged in the sky in an instant. Seeing this, Feng Wuyan hurriedly helped him up and complained: "The father kneels to his son, and the son will be struck by lightning." ”

Ye Changqing forgot the pain, and rushed impatiently to the sedan chair, he saw it, and saw a pale young man, slumped in the sedan chair, falling into a deep sleep.

Ye Changqing's inquiring eyes looked at Feng Wuxuan.

"He's fine, he just needs to rest for a while. ”

Ye Changqing looked at the four of Hanxing again.

"They are the slaves of the Ye family, and they are for you to drive from now on!"

Ye Changqing looked at Feng Wuxuan in a daze, her pale face and the blood stains on the corners of her mouth explained her current physical condition.

"Don't worry, everything will pass. Feng Wuyan saw her husband's worries and comforted.

Instantly, the two looked at Wuxin, who was sleeping soundly in the sedan chair.

Wuxin is awake, he can sense everything that is happening around him, but he can't open his eyes, his body can't move, and all the power in his body seems to be adapting to the beating of that transparent jade-like heart.

Feng Wuyan suddenly felt the burning pain in his body, his face could no longer remain calm, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. She knew that those flames were seals that imprisoned the power of the bloodline, and once broken, the power in the seal would spread into the veins, and when all the blood was burned out, it was also when she turned to dust.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted onto the ground, making a 'sizzle' sound, dissolving a small pit in the bluestone-paved ground.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing shouted loudly: "Someone!"

"Master, please command!" Leng Yue and the four of them said in unison.

"Quickly carry them to the bed. Ye Changqing pointed in the direction of the room.

Leng Yue and Han Xing supported Feng Wuxuan, and Lie Yuan and Qiu Yang carried Wuxin.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Butler Xiao Bo heard the movement and hurriedly ran in. He had just been teaching a few lazy subordinates in the corridor, and he happened to hear Ye Changqing's long-lost voice, and it had been at least three months since he last shouted 'Come'.

"It's all right, Shaw. Seeing that the four of Hanxing had already entered the house, he said with a smile.

Xiao Bo looked at this man he had watched grow up, and with his understanding of this person, he would not shout like this for no reason.

"Is it really okay?" he said, as if in his eyes.

Ye Changqing thought for a while and said, "Uncle Xiao, please inform the master, just say that his grandson is back." ”

"Grandson?" Xiao Bo's eyes flashed with doubt, and then suddenly lit up, and stammered: "You... What you're talking about... Little master?"

"Yes!" Ye Changqing affirmed.

Xiao Bo's face flashed with excitement, and he ran out of the courtyard quickly.

Not long after, Ye Yaozu, an old man in good spirits, and Ye Bai's, Bai Xianglan, an old lady with white hair and a dragon staff, walked into the small courtyard at the same time.

"What about my grandson, what about my grandson?" Ye Yaozu shouted loudly, like a bell.

"Dad, they're in the room!" Ye Changqing reproached. I guess the old man was too loud.

Ye Yaozu glanced at Ye Changqing, ignored it, and rushed into the room by himself.

Boom!

"Ouch, my old waist!" Ye Yaozu shouted.

As soon as he rushed into the room, before he could see clearly, he was thrown out of the door by an attack from Leng Yue, and he fell to the ground, looking up and smiling nonsense. Seeing this, Ye Changqing smiled heartlessly.

"Presumptuous, this is the real master of the Ye Mansion!" Ye Changqing shouted inside.

Ye Yaozu and Ye Bai both walked into the house and saw Feng Wuxuan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with snowy hair covering the quilt for Yansheng. Their eyes were hesitant and shocked.

"Dad, mother!" Feng Wuxuan saluted.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Ye Baishi said excitedly, trembling and walking over with a cane, holding Feng Wuyan's hands and looking at them carefully.

Ye Yaozu glanced at it, then looked at the bed, and when he saw the young man's pale face, distress flashed in his eyes.

That night, Ye Mansion was full of lights, a festive scene, Ye Yaozu put on a family banquet in the name of celebrating his grandson's homecoming, and invited people from other courtyards, and suddenly, the slightly defeated Ye Mansion became vibrant, and the people were full of voices. There are many discussions about this 'descendant of the Ye family' who disappeared at the 100-day banquet thirteen years ago. This once taboo topic has once been brought to the table again.