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One year, two years, ten years,...... Century.

It seems to be a long time, but in fact, it is just a white horse, fleeting.

Over the years, time has passed, and a hundred years have passed in a hurry, and there may be people who occasionally mention the name Lan Feng, but many people have already had a new topic and buried this joke in the deepest part of their hearts.

On this day, two more monks came up from Wanzhang Cliff, and they were gearing up on the top of the mountain, and they could fight it out at any time.

"Senior brother, let me ask you one last time, do you really want to break off with me?" a sanctimonious young man frowned.

The other monk raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Whatever you want, go to war." ”

"Senior Brother......

"I'm not your senior brother, just call me Rosen. ”

"Hehe, you are really decisive, okay, just when I Zhu Zifeng saw the wrong person. Zhu Zifeng shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Let's go to war." ”

Luo Sen let out a low snort, raised the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Zhu Zifeng.

Zhu Zifeng's eyebrows moved, and he instantly opened the fan in his hand and fanned it hard.

Suddenly, the wind was raging, blowing Lawson's shirt and making a "pop" sound.

"Zhu Zifeng, you turtle grandson, said that you don't use spells, but you actually went back on your word. Luo Sen cursed, and the blade of the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Zhu Zifeng.

"If you don't do it first, you are not in a position to accuse me of injustice. Zhu Zifeng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he threw out the fan in his hand.

The original paper fan, in the process of flying into the air, the edge of the "pout" actually changed, forming a silver glittering sharp jagged shape, not only blocking the oncoming long sword, but also after the electric flint, there were many grooves of different shades on the blade.

"Your fan still has this secret. Rosen gritted his teeth, slapped the storage bag, and once again sacrificed a flying sword with an aura, squinting his eyes and said, "Look at how you block it!"

The words fell, and the flying sword floating in front of him swam around his head, and the blade of the sword turned and shot towards Zhu Zifeng again.

Zhu Zifeng frowned, a trace of determination flashed from his eyes, he withdrew the fan in mid-air, closed it, and then said in a deep voice: "The fan intent is combined, and the sword spirit returns to the heart." ”

"Huh!"

The folding fan in his hand suddenly became longer, and when he looked closely, the part that had become elongated was shining with silver light, and it turned out to be a long sword transformed into spiritual energy.

Zhu Zifeng took the fan as the handle, a little under his feet, and greeted him.

Lawson's brows furrowed, and he pinched the trick in his hand, controlling the flying sword in the air.

It's a pity that he underestimated Zhu Zifeng's ability, although the sword was transformed by aura, it was not inferior to his flying sword in the air, or it was stronger.

"The sword spirit is gone, slash the immortals and eliminate the demons!"

Zhu Zifeng shouted loudly, only to see him wave his hand, and the long sword transformed by the aura instantly flew out from the front of the folding fan, turning into a monstrous golden sword intent and spreading out to the front.

"Bang dang!" the flying sword fell, Luo Sen's body trembled, and at this moment, he found that Zhu Zifeng was already much more powerful than he imagined.

"Senior brother, don't ......"

"It's too late. Zhu Zifeng withdrew the fan, but the sword intent was still there, and before Luo Sen finished speaking, he was forced to retreat by the oncoming sword qi, he looked stunned, and watched his body retreat at a very fast speed, but he couldn't speak.

"Ah......h

This sound was the last wail of Lawson after he fell into the valley.

Zhu Zifeng sighed lightly, slowly stepped forward, came to the edge of the cliff, and said sadly: "I don't want to do this either." ”

He glanced down into the abyss, and was about to leave, when the afterglow froze.

I saw a skeleton on the trunk of a tree extending from the edge of the cliff, and I don't know if it was because it was too old, the skeleton had been shattered, and the whole body had turned black.

On its back, there is a majestic broadsword, which is also completely black. But at the wrist, a circle of colored threads was found.

Zhu Zifeng's eyes flashed, and his divine sense couldn't help but sweep over, but it didn't take long for him to shake his head in disappointment, and laughed at himself: "I thought I could get some peerless magic weapon, but I didn't even have a trace of spiritual power, it seems that I thought too much." Looking at the color of this skeleton, it is at least a hundred years old, and if it is really a magic weapon, it will definitely not be left to this day. ”

He glanced towards the Burning Immortal Valley again, sighed lightly, and left with a melancholy expression.

Soon after he left, a golden light suddenly lit up in the Burning Immortal Valley, and at first glance, this light was shooting out of the colored threads on the skeleton's wrist.

It looks like an ordinary multicolored rope, but it is actually unusual, because inside it, it raises a sleeping soul.

And now, this soul has awakened.

The golden light gradually spread, and finally transformed into a hazy figure, this figure is there and nothing, real and empty, only the upper body, and the eyes are closed.

The resentful wind under the mountain swept past him, and it could blow his illusory hair.

Suddenly, the weather darkened, and from time to time a flash of lightning flashed, the figure moved slightly between his eyebrows, opened his eyes suddenly, and showed a hideous and terrible smile on his face, and said word by word: "You, you will regret it." ”

This figure is nothing else, it is the primordial god of Lan Feng who has been sleeping for a hundred years.

More than a hundred years ago, he was knocked off the cliff by Situ Jin, because the anger in the Burning Immortal Valley was too heavy, he couldn't use the flying technique, but fortunately, God had the virtue of a good life, and his body hung on the branches that grew out of this halfway mountainside.

He felt that he was about to die, and he used all the spiritual power in his body to withdraw the Yuan Shen and enter the colorful space, but he fell into a deep sleep for no reason, and this sleep was a hundred years.

Time, for those who are alive, feels very long for some people, and for those who think it is very short, but for those who are asleep, it is just a dream.

Lan Feng's primordial spirit stared down at the skeleton hanging on the branch for a long time, and said with a flat face: "I'm dead." ”

He floated to the branch, and with a slight finger of his hand, after the yellow light, the black broadsword tied to the skeleton's back instantly flew up and fell into the multicolored rope.

He rolled his gaze to the skeleton's empty waist, his brow furrowed suddenly.

The round jade jue that had been accompanying him was gone.

His expression moved, he looked down at the vast cliff, and without the slightest hesitation, he rushed into the mist-shrouded Burning Immortal Valley.

The reason why the Burning Immortal Valley is called this is mainly because of the gas inside, which can make the monk's mana lose and his soul scatter.

Since ancient times, monks have been cold and hairy when they mention the Burning Immortal Valley, not to mention that someone can be arrogant enough to claim to be able to enter the valley.

But Lan Feng's primordial spirit, under the influence of this aura, has undergone a fundamental transformation, he can gallop in the valley, and in this inaccessible Burning Immortal Valley, the aura is not ordinarily rich.