It is said that the drizzle silently moistens all things, so last night's heavy rain brought out the indifference and composure of the wind after the appearance of Zhan Taiyou.

All along, Feng Qingyang has not been able to face his heart, the deepest memory of his soul, and he almost does not dare to touch it easily, and every time he recalls it, he will tear open a bloody wound.

That kind of pain is an indescribable pain!

Zhan Tai followed behind Feng Qingyang humorously, and in Feng Qingyang's words, she realized how naïve her thoughts were, although she was a little lost, but she was not out of shape.

After all, she is still the Tianjiao of the Zhan Tai family in the West Pole Holy City, and the future suitors are naturally innumerable, for the beautiful vision of the future, Zhan Taiyou just shook his head and threw away his previous regrets.

Looking at the back of the wind and gloom, it looked very depressed and lonely in the cold wind of winter, and the coldness that emanated made her feel that even heaven and earth could not enter his heart.

He not only closed himself, but also closed everything, the kind of vicissitudes of life, and hovering on the edge of life and death, the lonely and fierce atmosphere produced made Zhan Taiyou's heart suddenly give birth to a kind of pity, but in the pity, there was a faint fear hidden.

Turning his head, he no longer continued to peek at the wind that the other party was about to merge into the white world, but was like fire in itself, like a unique embellishment in the snow-white world.

Crossing the side of the wind Qingyang, he resolutely walked in front of him, since he could have so many feelings when he looked at his back, then he was naturally the same.

Thinking of this, Zhan Taiyou couldn't help but feel a little proud, at least she still had something attractive, although she already knew that it was impossible to be with Feng Qingyang, but she still wished the other party to be happy.

The heavy depression, whether it was her or others, would give birth to a sense of fear after seeing it, and sighed lightly, and the girl's mind was revealed at this time.

should have been preoccupied, but she walked in front of Feng Qingyang, and she deliberately became lively, wanting to use her vitality to drive away the chill on Feng Qingyang's body.

"This Nizi ......" Feng Qingyang smiled lightly, and a different color flashed in his eyes, if you look closely, you will inevitably find that it is a kind of gratitude and touching.

Some people say that moving is not equal to feelings, but in the eyes of Feng Qingyang, there is no such distinction, although he doesn't like Zhan Taiyou who walks in front, but he can also enjoy it with an open heart.

Gradually, the originally heavy heart was gradually melted by Zhan Taiyou, and when the two came to the place of sacrifice of the Zhan Tai clan, Feng Qingyang had already returned to his normal heart.

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The place of worship of the Zhan Tai clan is quite similar to the five-color altar in the Xuanluo Phantom Array, but it is different, the former is a kind of devouring array, while the latter is a symbol, at least now Feng Qingyang thinks so.

The altar is larger, a hundred feet wide, and there are countless Zhantai clan people kneeling in all directions, their faces are pious, and their eyes are full of a fanatical faith.

A word that was almost in his past suddenly appeared in his mind -- faith! The light in the eyes of the Zhantai clan was clearly faith, and he was no stranger to the power of faith.

At the beginning, he had accepted the power of the faith of the monk Du'er, and with this power, he broke through the cultivation, and until now, he has a feeling.

It seems that the power of faith at that time was not completely exhausted, but lurking in all corners of the body, I am afraid that as long as I survive the catastrophe of the zombie king, the latent power of faith will be burned.

"I didn't expect that Xuanluo, an old thing, also knew this kind of power...... Feng Qingyang said secretly, but he was instantly relieved, the Buddha and Dao Holy Venerable already existed in the Middle Ages, and Xuanluo was also in that era, so it is not surprising to know the power of faith.

Patriarch Zhantai stood on the altar, he was a little different from the meeting seven days ago, he looked a little old at that time, but now standing on the altar, he looks so majestic.

There was a feeling that the old man was lying in wait and was determined to be thousands of miles, Feng Qingyang secretly admired it, and then looked at the countless Zhantai clan people who were kneeling on the ground in all directions, and the different colors in his eyes became even more intense.

This is a first-class big family, which is equivalent to being compared to those so-called Ten Great Sects of the Righteous Path in the cultivation realm, they are simply grasshoppers, but they just jump a little high.

What does it mean to be a big family? This not only means that the other party has the supreme dao weapon in his hands to suppress the family's luck, but also has a small world that can be passed down for thousands of years and countless outstanding bloodline descendants.

These people are the key to the strength of a family, and today's Zhan Tai clan may have reached a peak, but whether it is a family or a strong person, there will be a stage of prosperity and decline.

Although the Zhan Tai family still seems to be strong and the overlord of the Western Pole Holy City, their small world has already collapsed, and once it collapses, then the luck that suppressed them will disappear.

This is also the main reason why today's Zhan Tai clan is crazy about recruiting Keqing, in fact, the collapse of the small world, Feng Qingyang can guess a little bit.

After all, their ancestor, that is, Xuanluo, the peak master of the formation path in the Middle Ages, is now consuming their essence all the time, although he can't see it.

But that invisible luck does exist, at the end of ancient times, the way of heaven was chaotic, although it was impossible to see the details and find those anti-heavenly existences, but the heavenly machine was everywhere, but it was just the center of gravity.

Although he couldn't break through the "half-saint" Xuanluo's anti-heaven array, he could still subconsciously deprive the other party of his luck, and the years gradually passed, and now it was obviously the last moment.

According to common sense, a small world will not collapse easily, let alone problems in such a short period of time, the small world of the Zhan Tai family is about to collapse now, which has to be said that in the dark, the operation of the Heavenly Dao naturally cannot escape his control.

Although the wind is clear and rising against the sky, he is now relatively low-key and has not done anything against the cause and effect of chaos, so he is occasionally a little safe, but he knows that once he chooses to cross the catastrophe, then what he will face will be a terrifying catastrophe that is unparalleled in the world.

After that, he will be transcendent and sanctified, and he will achieve the body of the supreme zombie king, but if he fails to cross the catastrophe, he doesn't need to think about it to know the end, and he will naturally be wiped out, and he who dies can no longer die.

Under the Heavenly Dao, everything is an ant, and the Heavenly Dao's feeling of the clear wind is like a sharp sword, suspended in his neck all the time, as long as he dares to take the last step, it will meet the stormy suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

"The sacrifice has officially begun!"