Fu Jingchen was silent for a while. After www.biquge.info lunar eclipse, the moon was shining, and he looked down at Wen Lan.

This face is seven points like Pu Yan, but compared with Pu Yan, there are too many differences.

This is their flesh and blood......

Fu Jingchen still remembers how the child was cold and lifeless back then.

Ah Yan held the child in his arms, and did not speak for several days and nights, not even a single tear was shed.

He thought she was overly sad, until a few days later, she left Phoenix Valley with the child and has not been seen since.

It's not that I haven't thought about why the dead daughter can still come back from the dead, the Pu family has too many unknown skills, even if he and Ayan are Taoist couples, Ayan can't tell him everything, this is the inherent tacit understanding between them.

Maybe Ah Yan used some method to change his life against the sky and let his daughter come back to life.

This has always been a piece of her heart, so she died, and her daughter lived......

Fu Jingchen has always felt that Wen Lan is not only his daughter, but also the continuation of Pu Yan's life, and he can't wait to give her all the best things......

Taking her to Qingling Island, on the one hand, is for the sake of the destiny of heaven, and on the other hand, it is also to verify some doubts in her heart.

He wanted to know what Pu Yan had done!

These things, whether it is Wen Lan or Mu Changning, will not be too clear.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and you're not a child, you've already turned into a god, don't you even understand this truth?"

At that time, Xingzhi Zhenjun squinted at him and said coolly.

This spirit envoy had an extremely unfriendly attitude towards him, and Fu Jingchen frowned and did not refute.

"What if Ah Yan is reincarnated?" he just asked lightly.

Xingzhi Zhenjun's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, and he snorted coldly, "It's the same for everyone, unless someone in this world can go to the underworld and hook back the soul of the dead!"

But if you think about it, you know that the door of the underworld is closed, how easy is it for the soul of the living to enter the underworld? Even if you enter, how can you guarantee that the ghost has not been reincarnated, and can still be brought out by you?

This in itself is a difficult thing to achieve.

Wen Lan has been a dead person for decades, and Fu Jingchen dares to guarantee that it is impossible for Zhenjun to not see her abnormality...... Since he is a child of Puyan, he knows that something is wrong when he counts his age.

But Wen Lan is whose child, what identity it is, and who it is, they don't care at all!

What they care about is that her star life is outstanding, and her life is different.

But they don't care, it doesn't mean that Fu Jingchen won't care.

Shenzhou is not the first time he came back, when he was young and vigorous, he also loved to run around, make friends all over the world, this time he took his daughter to Shenzhou, although he went straight to the destination, but he also met a Buddhist monk he once met.

Zen Master Zhiyuan is a monk who has attained the Tao, travels the world uncertainly, and has his own faction, speaking of which they have not seen for more than 200 years.

It's just that when Zen Master Zhiyuan saw Wen Lan, his expression was very inexplicable.

"This little benefactor ......," Zen Master Zhiyuan wanted to speak and stopped.

Fu Jingchen glanced at Wen Lan and said with a smile: "This is a little girl." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be the little benefactor. Zen Master Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, without saying anything, but the red-clothed female cultivator behind the Zen Master glanced at Wen Lan curiously several times.

The nun is said to be a disciple of Zen Master Zhiyuan, and her eyes are clear and smart, as if she is all-encompassing.

Fu Jingchen is a god-transforming monk, and he is much more knowledgeable than others, although he has never seen ghost eyes, he can guess that this red-clothed female cultivator is a psychic person.

Heavenly arithmetic is numerology, and Buddhist cultivation is based on fate.

Zen Master Zhiyuan was secretive, and the ghost-eyed female cultivator's actions were inexplicable.

Fu Jingchen didn't think much about it at the time, but now the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes.

"Lan'er. Fu Jingchen called in a deep voice.

Wen Lan blinked and asked softly, "What's wrong Dad?"

He sighed heavily, "How much do you remember about your mother?"

Wen Lan's heart jumped, the corners of her mouth trembled almost imperceptibly, and then she lowered her eyes helplessly: "Dad, it was all when I was a child, and I just have a general impression." ”

Fu Jingchen didn't speak for a long time, and Wen Lan asked carefully, "Why did Dad suddenly ask about this?"

Fu Jingchen smiled faintly, "I just remembered it suddenly......"

After the lunar eclipse, the night was particularly bright and moving, but Fu Jingchen's voice seemed low and deep: "After your mother took you away, I never saw her again, and I didn't even have any news about her. ”

It's Mu Changning again......

Wen Lan secretly rolled her eyes, lowered her head and said aggrievedly: "I don't understand, why would I rather accompany her than care about me in the last period of my mother's life, am I not her daughter?"

Wen Lan is really aggrieved at this point, if it weren't for Mu Changning's sideways intervention, she would have recognized her cheap father a long time ago, but it had dragged on for so many years for no reason.

Fu Jingchen's palm was placed on the top of her head, carrying the moonlight on her back, Wen Lan couldn't see his expression clearly, only to hear him ask in a deep voice, "Do you blame your mother?"

Wen Lan thought about it and shook her head slowly, "Mother's mother always has her reasons for doing things, and she should understand it as a child." She raised her face and smiled: "Besides, haven't I already recognized my father, my mother will be happy if she knows about it." ”

There was a long silence again, Wen Lan wondered why Cheap Daddy was very wrong recently, and wondered if she had said something wrong?

Fu Jingchen suddenly said: "Come to Shenzhou, it's better to just practice here, more than a year later, the Phantom Sea Jiaye Temple will hold a once-in-a-century big Dharma meeting, and my father will take you to see it." ”

Wen Lan was speechless in her heart.

Kaye Temple?

A group of old bald donkeys preached there and said that the last few days and nights were endless, and I really don't know what to hear!

Even though she thought so, Wen Lan still smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

Fu Jingchen turned his back.

The Great Dharma Meeting is about to be held, and Zen Master Zhiyuan will definitely go to participate, and this time, he will definitely ask about it.

Wen Lan doesn't know what the cheap dad who has always regarded himself as a baby bump is thinking, anyway, she is the protagonist, according to the protagonist's law of immortality, the protagonist's adventure theorem, it is the same wherever she goes.

Kyaukyao Qinghui trembled, and in the Northwest Demon Domain, far away from the Divine Continent, a strange scene was happening at this moment.

This is the headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Palace's Yin Ghost Hall, a valley covered in white mist. The valley is surrounded by black and dark mountains on all sides, and the mountains are overwhelming and gathering towards the center, gathering yin and accepting evil, which is a rare and fierce place.

And in the center of this fierce place, there is a complicated formation, the soul stones that are hard to find in the human world are piled up at this moment, the white Yin Banner is waving in the wind, the Yin Wind is blowing, hundreds of rotting corpses are pressed on the formation, the dead air is curling, you can vaguely smell a strong rancid musty smell, and the ears are full of ghosts crying wolf howls.

This is a formation of thousands of corpses and ghosts, and in the eyes of the formation, there is a man dressed in white sitting at the end, this man is wearing a cloak, his eyes are closed, his face is pale, the surrounding dead qi and yin qi are all surging towards him, and the glittering soul stones on the ground quickly turn into gray stones.

He stretched out his arms, his fingers clenched weakly, and two naked men were grabbed by him, one left and one right, and the two men glared at him resentfully, but he only hooked his lips and chuckled, muttering in his mouth, and his hands were even harder.

The eyes of the two men became more and more dull, and their complexions slowly became transparent, and finally turned into spiritual light and dissipated, but the men laughed twice.

When the eclipse began, the light of the blood moon condensed into a long line of blood, and the man opened his mouth and swallowed the blood line in his mouth.

He had a pleasant expression on his face, and one small cyclone after another rolled up around him, his hair was flying, and the black clouds above his head gathered, gathering more and more, and the golden electric light faintly appeared in the black clouds.

A golden light fell from the sky and fell on the man, and the man's figure shook slightly, but quickly stabilized.

After the golden light fell, the dead qi and yin qi gathered towards him more quickly and faster, and the golden thunder also fell one after another from the clouds.

It wasn't until the seventh golden thunder fell that the man suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to the sky and roared.

After the end of the lunar eclipse, the clear light fell on his face, and he saw his green face and fangs, and his hideous face made people unbearable to look at directly.

The black clouds above his head suddenly dispersed, turning into black flowers, all of which drilled into his body.

Originally, Tie Qing's complexion gradually returned to whiteness, and even his temperament became much more gentle and restrained.

If Mu Changning was here, he would definitely recognize that this man was the ghost cultivator she knew in the land of extreme yin, Candle Wind, and the two men who were pinched by him and turned into nothingness were the other two Jindan ghost cultivators who came out of the land of extreme yin with him.

Today's candle wind has successfully advanced to Yuanying.

Cultivating in the yang world was very unfavorable for ghost cultivators, but fortunately, he encountered this once-in-a-lifetime lunar eclipse.

The essence of the moon at the time of the lunar eclipse is a great tonic for the yin and evil body.

Advanced Yuan Infant Ghost Cultivator, although he has to bear the seven golden thunders, he has the soul power of two Jindan Ghost Cultivators to support him, and he has the assistance of the Moon Essence, so his advancement in one fell swoop is very smooth!

Candle Wind was originally the end of the Yuan Yuan, when he left the land of extreme yin, he devoured the two Jindan ghost cultivators, and with Mu Changning Palace, there were only four ghost cultivators left, and now he has become the only one in this cultivation realm, not to mention the strength of the Yuanying ghost cultivator, and there is more endless time...... God really treated him well.

Candle Wind sighed with satisfaction, the eyes of the sunken wall guarding outside the formation lit up, and he hurriedly said congratulations: "Congratulations, big brother!"

Candle Wind smiled faintly.

Regardless of how true or false this congratulations is, Shen Bi came out of the ghost town with him after all, and he trusts him the most, and he will not devour Shen Bi unless he has to.

The Purple Night Demon Lord and a skinny Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator who couldn't even hold up a black robe walked into the formation, and the Thin Demon Cultivator respectfully claimed, "Ancestor. ”

The hoarse voice was like rough rubbing, and it sounded like an old man on the verge of decay.

Candle winds have long been accustomed to it.

This demon cultivation is the Lord of the Witch Curse Hall to lose the Demon King, and the practice of the Witch Curse Hall to "seize love" has done great damage to itself, and the most direct reflection is the elimination of flesh and blood.

The higher the cultivation, the more it looks like a skeleton.

Even Gong Wuwu didn't know that Candle Wind was the founder of this "Love-Grabbing", Jianmu Demon Lord, which was an exercise he adapted from an evil skill obtained by chance, although it was powerful, but it had many limitations. The Witch Curse Hall can be said to be the genre he created, but now that thousands of years have passed, everyone only remembers the title of Jianmu Demon Lord, but they no longer remember his common name.