Disturbed by the young man, Dichen also forgot about the strange pattern of "Ten Changes of Chaos". Instead, he was worried, although few people dared to disturb Feng Xiaoran's independent residence, it was not absolutely safe after all.

"Who is this young man?" Feng Shen is handsome, his eyes are like stars, and at first glance he looks like a dragon and phoenix among people, but the way he looks at me seems to be a little weird, is it because of my gorgeous hair?" Di Chen frowned and muttered.

When Di Chen was talking to him just now, the young man looked at him a little strangely, Di Chen's striking white hair was one of the reasons, but the more important reason was that he wondered why Di Chen didn't recognize him.

Towards the end of the evening, Feng Xiaoran finally returned to his residence, and Emperor Chen told him about a young man coming to him today, Feng Xiaoran just nodded "oh" when he first heard it, but after a while, he became anxious.

"Did he see you?" Feng Xiaoran asked.

"Yes...... Yes!" Emperor Chen replied hesitantly. Feng Xiaoran's sudden change made him a little unable to react, and he looked at him suspiciously.

"What did you all say?"

"It's nothing, he asked me if I was a member of the Elder's lineage, I took the opportunity to admit it, and said that I just came to find the elder for something, but I didn't meet the elder, so I waited here. Seeing Feng Xiaoran's expression, Di Chen also felt that something seemed to be wrong.

The situation seems to be serious.

"By the way, he looked at me a little strangely, I don't know if it was because of my gray hair or because I was a new face. Dichen added.

"Oh no!" Feng Xiaoran immediately knew that it was bad when he heard it.

"How...... What's the matter, seniors, aren't you juniors......"

"Do you know who the young man who came here today?" Before Di Chen finished speaking, Feng Xiaoran suddenly asked.

"Seniors are kidding, it's the first time for juniors to come to the Phoenix Realm. Stay in this small courtyard all day, and the gate does not go out of the door. How is it possible to know who he is?" there was a bit of resentment in Di Chen's voice. Although he was very grateful to Feng Xiaoran and Feng Qingyan for appearing in time to scare off the Evil Eye Demon Venerable. also brought him to the Feng Realm, but in the past two months, they rarely showed up, and there was no news about arranging for themselves to meet Feng Yanran, so naturally they had some ideas.

Feng Xiaoran naturally heard the change in his tone, but he didn't explain, but said: "That young man's name is Feng Xiang, and he is the great-grandson of the current patriarch, that is, Feng Yanran's nephew. ”

"He is the son of Feng Di's predecessors?" Di Chen wondered.

"Do you know that kid Feng Di?" Feng Xiaoran glanced at Di Chen suspiciously. Without waiting for him to answer, he said eagerly: "But this is not important, the important thing is that Feng Xiang is extremely good in the clan, there are almost no people in the main and branch veins who do not know him, and the younger generation also all take him as an example." ”

"No wonder he looked at me so strangely, it turned out that it was because I didn't recognize him, so would he doubt me?" Hearing this, Di Chen finally understood, and he also knew why Feng Xiaoran was suddenly so worried.

Feng Xiaoran's snow-white long eyebrows furrowed slightly. After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and said, "Suspicion is naturally inevitable, but you do have the origin aura of the Feng Clan on your body, and he may not think that you are not a complete member of the Feng Clan for the time being." But after a long time, I can't guarantee it. ”

"What then?" asked Dichen.

"You can only take one step at a time, and you don't have to complain, Yanran's thing. They are very sensitive in the clan and we must be cautious. You can wait a little longer. Feng Xiaoran said.

Dichen nodded and did not speak.

These ancient races. The clan rules are strict, and things like Feng Yanran, who blatantly ignore the clan rules and challenge the laws of the ancestors, must be severely punished, so as to warn the younger generations, especially the saints.

This night, Dichen didn't sleep all night. He's getting worse and worse now, and I don't know how long he can last. Originally, the phoenix realm fire attribute yuan power was strong, and it was supposed to slow down the loss of yuan power in Di Chen's body, but for some reason, the speed accelerated instead, as if it was pulled by the yuan force from the outside world. Originally, it was almost exhausted after casting the Battle Spirit Blade, but now it is even worse.

The next day, Feng Qingyan came early in the morning, looking at a few more wrinkles on Di Chen's forehead, his eyes were a little moist. And Dichen also saw her haggardness, and knew that she must be trying to figure out a way these days, so he smiled indifferently, so that she didn't have to worry, everything went naturally.

Like the previous two times, Feng Qingyan still only said a few words and left, but when she left, she took Dichen's red belly pocket with her.

Dichen was puzzled by this, the women of the Feng clan, when they gave birth to the fetus, they would make a belly pocket of phoenix blood red silk for the fetus to wear, Feng Qingyan should also have it, why did she take away her belly pocket?

......

In the northwest corner of the phoenix realm, the fire mulberry blood all over the mountains is as red as fire.

Thousands of meters ahead, a high cliff appeared in front of you, under the cliff is the foggy, bottomless Grand Canyon, and on the cliff stands a dark red spire a hundred feet high.

This is the famous regional cliff of the phoenix world, and the tower on the cliff is the Yan Tower.

Feng Yanran, the saint of the previous generation of the Feng clan, was imprisoned in this flame tower.

When Feng Qingyan came here, he suddenly felt a scorching and dry wind, whistling across his cheeks.

Unlike the rest of the Phoenix Realm, there are no lakes here, and there is a mysterious hellfire, so the air is unusually dry, and even the wind that blows is scorching.

The tower is 100 feet high, but there are only nine floors, the whole body is dark red, and a dark red with black flame spreads and rises in the tower body.

"See the Holy Maiden!" At the entrance, two middle-aged men with strong breath hurriedly saluted after seeing Feng Qingyan.

"The two uncles work hard, just call Yan'er by name, no need to be polite. Feng Qingyan said with a smile.

The two middle-aged men are Feng Qingyan's uncles, and their cultivation has reached the peak of the emperor level. Feng Qingyan had long been accustomed to coming to the tower to visit Feng Yanran, so without Feng Qingyan opening his mouth, he began to cast spells and opened the tower door.

"Thank you, uncles. Feng Qingyan thanked the two of them, and then walked in.

As soon as he entered the tower, a strange air flow rushed into his face, and the scorching breath drilled straight into his body. There was a tingling pain on the skin. Although Feng Qingyan has not been here many times, every time she is burned by the fire of hell, she will feel a sense of horror.

And that's just the extremely thin hellfire that emanates. One can imagine how heavy the pain Feng Yanran had to endure.

Originally, some people in the clan did not approve of letting Feng Qingyan come to the Yan Tower to see Feng Yanran, and they were worried that she would sympathize with Feng Yanran. is even more worried that she will be influenced and bewitched by Feng Yanran. But some people think that letting her enter the tower to see Feng Yanran and feel the pain of some hellfire will keep her vigilant at all times and spur herself not to repeat Feng Yanran's mistakes.

Obviously, the latter view was supported by most of the elders, so not only was Feng Qingyan not forbidden to come to the Yan Tower, but the clan elders even hoped that she could come often, so that she could always remind herself.

After entering the Yan Tower, Feng Qingyan did not move his footsteps again. Instead, he looked fixedly at the figure in the center of the first floor of the Yan Tower, sitting on the ground, with his hair scattered and blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"Auntie!" Feng Qingyan called softly.

Hearing this, the figure slowly raised its head, and its unkempt hair slowly fell back to the back of its head, revealing a miserable white but beautiful face, which was none other than the previous generation of saintess Feng Yanran, who had been imprisoned here for more than one hundred and twenty years.

The floor of the first floor of the Flame Tower is made of transparent material, and above the floor is the Flame Tower. Below the floor is a bottomless pit that knows the depths. Streams of dark black flames easily passed through the floor and into Feng Yanran's body. Every time the flame entered her body, she could be seen trembling all over her body, and the green tendons on her forehead were agitated, looking extremely painful.

A huge light shield trapped her inside. Feng Qingyan stood on the steps outside the light mask, and those thin hellfires spilled out of the floor and the light mask.

"It's light smoke, what are you doing here again, little girl?" Feng Yanran saw Feng Qingyan standing outside the light mask. I wanted to pull out a smile but found it extremely difficult, and it was very difficult to even speak.

It's been more than a hundred years. This kind of pain still hasn't been reduced by half a point.

Feng Qingyan smiled when she heard this: "Auntie." Yan'er had heard her mother say that when Yan'er was not born, it was still the phoenix blood red silk that her aunt gave her mother, I wonder if my aunt still remembers?"

"Naturally, I remember that the branch vein is not as good as the main vein, and the phoenix blood red silk is not something that can be obtained casually. Feng Yanran said, as if she had fallen into the memories of more than a hundred years ago.

"Aunt must remember this belly pocket of that Yan'er, right?" Feng Qingyan took out a red belly pocket from her arms and spread it out slightly, it was the four big characters embroidered with "Xuanyuan Dichen", and her beautiful eyes were staring at Feng Yanran's face.

"Naturally remember ......" Feng Yanran's voice stopped abruptly, a pair of eyes suddenly widened, the circles under her eyes gradually turned red, and her whole face was full of disbelief. "This ...... It's ......"

"This is Yan'er's belly pocket, auntie, it's still well preserved for more than a hundred years. Feng Qingyan slowly folded the belly pocket, and then put it back into the storage ring.

"Okay, okay??,...... then," Feng Yanran muttered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks, instantly scorched into nothingness by the fire of hell. And a smile gradually rose on her face, and at this moment, she couldn't feel any pain, only happiness and sweetness.

"Yes, Auntie, it's all right. By the way, Yan'er still has something to deal with, and she will come to visit her aunt in a few days. Feng Qingyan said with a smile, turned around and walked out of the tower gate, and after saluting the two uncles who were guarding the Yan Tower, he left the regional cliff.

A moment later, the central living area of the Feng clan.

In a dark room, a figure stood facing the wall, leaving only a back, and not far from him, a middle-aged man bowed and stood with his head down.

"That little girl went to the Yan Tower again today?" asked the man standing against the wall suddenly.

"Yes, Grand Elder. ”

"What did they say?"

It seems that the saint took the belly pocket she wore when she was born to Feng Yanran and showed it to Feng Yanran, saying that it has been preserved well for more than a hundred years. The man with his head bowed said respectfully.

"Are you sure you didn't deceive the old man?" The person standing facing the wall suddenly snorted coldly, turned around abruptly, and revealed a cold and domineering old face.

"Don't dare, the little one will never dare to have half a lie. The man looked up in horror, and was one of the two middle-aged men guarding the Yan Tower. (To be continued......)