After rebirth, he became the favorite of the Moon Goddess.

Hearing Feng Ge's question, Xi Yan sneered, and the laughter sounded particularly eerie in the empty observatory. "Although he has fallen, I still want to use his real body to exchange for something, because I know that he is the weakness of all of you. As long as you grasp this weakness, you will naturally agree to what I want."

"Demon Lord Xi Yan, what exactly do you want?" Feng Ge stared at Xi Yan and asked in a deep voice.

"Little girl, don't be anxious!" Xi Yan curled her lips, "Speaking of which, you should thank me. If I hadn't sneaked into Fu Feng's practice and found the Destroying Love Sutra that he had hidden, how would you know the news of his death?"

"What did you say? Did you put the book of Destroying Love under the pillow on purpose?" Feng Ge's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Of course, Fufeng loves you so much, how could he let you easily see the words he left behind? But I think that you are the person he cares about the most. He has fallen, so you should know it anyway."

Feng Ge was silent for a long time before she asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"As long as you find a way to open the soul-repair scroll, I will return your husband's true body to you." Xi Yan said coldly.

"But why should I believe you?!" Feng Ge gritted his teeth and said, "Who knows what you want to do when you open the Soul Cultivation Scroll?!"

“Believe it or not! Fu Feng’s soul is very likely in the soul-repairing scroll now. Only by opening it again can you save him. Otherwise, if his soul dissipates, he won’t even have the chance to reincarnate.” Xi Yan said word by word, “As for me…”

As she spoke, her cold eyes fell on Feng Ge, as if they could penetrate Feng Ge's soul, "I want to use the Soul Cultivation Scroll to revive someone."

"You just said that my husband's soul is in the soul-repair scroll. Are you telling the truth?" Feng Ge asked directly, her voice full of urgency and anxiety, "Or are you just lying to trick me into opening the scroll?"

"Although this is just my guess, based on my understanding of the Soul Cultivation Scroll, it shouldn't destroy a person's soul so quickly." Xi Yan said slowly, "Okay, that's all I'll tell you today. I'll come to see you again in seven days. I hope you'll come as promised!"

After saying this, she didn't even give Feng Ge a chance to ask again. She simply turned into a wisp of black mist and quickly left the observatory.

Feng Ge wanted to chase after him, but found that the other party's breath had disappeared without a trace.

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Inside the Zixiao Temple, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could drip out.

After listening to Feng Ge's story, Yuan Hao's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice, his tone was filled with strong murderous intent, and his fists were clenched tightly, "This Xi Yan!! If she dares to hurt Feng Er's true body, my entire heaven will not let her go!! "

"I wanted to keep her at that time, but my cultivation was not as good as hers, so I let her run away." Feng Ge lowered his eyes and said, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

“Brother Hao, Feng girl, don’t get angry first!” Seeing the two people’s angry expressions, Jiuyao hurried forward and came to Fengge’s side. “I remember that the Soul Cultivation Scroll disappeared with Feng’er at that time. Could it be that Xiyan knows where the Soul Cultivation Scroll is now?”

"I remember that all the keys to the soul-repairing scrolls were in Feng'er's hands at that time. A few days ago, I went to Feng'er's place of practice, but I did not find the two keys." Lord Qionghua said, recalling.

Hearing this, Feng Ge frowned, with a hint of worry in his eyes, "Since Xi Yan was able to sneak into Xiao Feng's training ground, I'm afraid she has taken the two keys away with her."

"But even if we get the key to the soul-repairing scroll, it will be useless. I'm afraid that no one in this world except Feng'er has the ability to open it." Yuan Hao said with a frown.

He knew that opening the soul-repairing scroll required the cultivation of a supreme god, which was not something that gods of their level of cultivation could achieve.

"Father Emperor, I can do it!!" Feng Ge suddenly spoke, instantly breaking the silence in the temple.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to her.

"Feng girl, do you have any solution?" Yuan Hao looked at Feng Ge and frowned slightly.

"I don't have the cultivation level of Xiaofeng, so I can't keep the soul-cultivation scroll open for three days. But by sacrificing my soul, I can still barely open the soul-cultivation scroll for a while." Feng Ge said solemnly.

"Sacrificing your soul? You absolutely cannot do that!!!" Upon hearing what Feng Ge said, Lord Qionghua quickly waved his hand and refused, "You are a celestial being in the celestial realm, you must not sacrifice your soul!!"

"Yes, Feng girl, you can't do anything stupid!!" Jiuyao also said hurriedly. Although Fufeng was his nephew, he didn't want Fengge to sacrifice himself to save him, not to mention that this was a hopeless thing.

"I am doing this voluntarily. As long as I can get Xiaofeng's real body of Yinglong back, I will give it a try even if the hope is slim!" Feng Ge looked at everyone and said firmly.

Hearing Feng Ge's words, Lord Qionghua and Yuan Hao both couldn't help but sigh.

"Feng girl, you should think carefully about this matter. Feng'er is gone, and I don't want anything to happen to you." Yuan Hao said seriously, "You should know that if you sacrifice your soul, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate!"

Hearing this, Feng Ge pursed her lips and said nothing. She understood what Yuan Hao meant, and she also understood everyone's concern for her, but she had already made up her mind that she had to do it no matter what.

"Father Emperor, Xiaofeng is gone. I have no desire to live. But if my soul can do something for him in the end, I will die without regrets!!" Feng Ge said with his head down.

"Feng girl..." Yuan Hao wanted to persuade her again, but he didn't know how to start. After pondering for a long time, he said in a low voice: "Anyway, I would like to thank you on behalf of Feng'er."

There was a hint of gratitude and a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Father, you are too polite. Xiaofeng is my husband. I should do anything for him." Feng Ge shook his head and said.

"Well, since you have already made the decision, I won't say anything more. If there is anything you need me to do, just tell me." Yuan Hao looked at Feng Ge, a trace of heartache in his eyes.

Ever since Fu Feng married her, he had already regarded this girl as his own daughter.

"Yes." Feng Ge nodded slightly and didn't say anything else.

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