Fengyunlu

Lei Gong closed his eyes, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something, as if guiding this power. The glow became brighter and brighter, and the fire of thunder and fire became more and more blazing. The whole Leiming Mountain seemed to be trembling under this power. Lei Gang could feel that this power contained the purest fairy power in the world, and it was being guided by Lei Gong and injected into the treasure bottle.

Suddenly, Lei Gong opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling with brilliance, and he shouted: "Come together!" The nine rays of light and the fire of thunder and fire converged at the same time, turning into a stream of light and sinking into the treasure bottle. The treasure bottle shook violently, emitting a dazzling light, as if something was about to break out of the bottle.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mo immediately stepped forward, holding the treasure bottle steadily with both hands, and silently chanted the formula to help Lei Gong stabilize the power. The struggle in the treasure bottle gradually subsided, and the light gradually retreated, and finally returned to calm.

Lei Gang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his elder brother had succeeded. He turned to look at Lei Gong, and saw that although Lei Gong's face was a little pale, his eyes revealed an unprecedented firmness and strength. Lei Gang knew that after this spell, the protective power of Leiming Mountain would be even stronger, and their Thunderbolt Hall would also be more stable.

Zhuang Mo was holding a yellowish brown cloth bag in his hand. A golden rope was tied to the bag's mouth. Two yin-yang fish were hung on the rope, and a few small tails of the rope were dangling below. He played with the end of the yin-yang fish, and the small tails danced with it when he twisted it with his fingers. He looked up at Long Tiexin and suddenly said, "Sister Long, I will put a talisman on this magic weapon later. Once the emperor is released, we will delay the time a little, and then use the Fang of the Cold Moon to give him a chill. I guarantee that he can't run away, and we can get the Divine Pot back earlier." Long Tiexin nodded, and took back the Fang of the Cold Moon, floating it in front of Zhuang Mo. Zhuang Mo didn't hesitate, smiled, raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air. It was painted with cinnabar, and it looked messy, but it revealed a scary energy. Long Tiexin had a cold expression on his face. He didn't say anything and just watched him take action. The talisman floated and stuck to the magic weapon. It flashed a golden light and turned into some vermilion lines, as if it were alive.

Suddenly, the tassel loosened slowly, and Zhuang Mo shook the cloth bag, and a bunch of black mist came out, and a vague figure gathered in the air. "You little guy still remembers me." Jiuyou's voice was vague and sounded a little unreal. "Emperor, don't be so busy praising me. I still have something to ask of you." Zhuang Mo replied, and politely cupped his hands. Jiuyou suddenly found that he was still on the altar, and something seemed to be wrong, so he asked Zhuang Mo what was going on. Zhuang Mo hesitated, looked at Long Tiexin, and then said, "Emperor, I still owe you a favor."

While they were stalling for time, Long Tiexin was quietly fiddling with the Fang of the Frost Moon. A magical weapon suddenly appeared from nowhere and approached quietly. Jiuyou certainly didn't know what the two of them were doing, because the cloth bag separated everything. But Jiuyou was not stupid. After hearing what Zhuang Mo said, he knew that he must be up to something: "I thought you were kind, but it turns out you were also plotting against me." Zhuang Mo smiled awkwardly and said, "Since the Emperor has seen through it, it's pointless for me to hide it. This time I want to borrow the Divine Pot Chapter to use it." Jiuyou was about to say something when suddenly there was a sharp sound, and the Fang of the Frost Moon rushed out of the black fog, like a sharp tooth, and directly pierced Jiuyou's body.

Jiuyou was pinned down, unable to move, even his soul couldn't escape: "Good boy, you are really good, you have used the things of both Buddhism and Taoism." Jiuyou even praised him, as if he was not the one caught. Zhuang Mo was not surprised, he smiled lightly and said: "I'm sorry, Emperor." Jiuyou was very calm, saying: "It's okay, it's okay." Then he stopped talking.

Long Tiexin looked at the two of them and frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. The most important thing now was to solve the problem. She said, "Let's do it," and brought the Frost Moon Fang and Jiuyou to Zhuang Mo. Zhuang Mo nodded, stepped forward, and said, "Emperor, I'm sorry." After that, his fingers trembled, and his arm was shining with golden light, like a golden arhat, and his fingers slowly stretched into the black mist. Zhuang Mo stirred it in it, and Jiuyou's black mist seemed to be a little lighter, but in fact it was sucked in by Zhuang Mo, so it looked lighter.

Hey, not long after, the black mist "whoosh" disappeared without a trace, and Jiuyou's true face was revealed. He looked a bit like Fengchen, but the temperament was not the same level. Fengchen was as young as a little brother, while Jiuyou was as old as an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years, very mysterious. Long Tiexin looked Jiuyou up and down there, after all, this guy was a big boss in ancient times, and the initiator of that incident back then. Although she was very curious, she just looked at him a few more times, and then hurried back to save Fengchen.

Jiuyou was no pushover either. He immediately caught a glimpse of the treasure bottle in Long Tiexin's hand. The radiant light combined with Fengchen's innate Qi seemed to remind him of something, and his eyes flickered.

Zhuang Mo was laughing secretly on the side, and it seemed that he understood the trick, but he just didn't say anything and pretended as if nothing had happened. He put away the Divine Pot Chapter that Jiuyou had half-refined and restored it to the broken book of the Feng family.

Zhuang Mo worked hard for a long time and finally got it done. He even politely apologized to Jiuyou: "I'm sorry, Emperor, the situation is urgent and I can only do this. If there is anything wrong later, I will let you deal with it."

Jiuyou was magnanimous. He smiled slightly and nodded, and he didn't seem angry.

Long Tiexin watched coldly from there, knowing everything in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud. She knew in her heart what was most important now and what things could be put aside for the time being.

“Miss Long, please give me some spiritual fire to help.” Zhuang Mo turned and said to Long Tiexin.

Long Tiexin took action immediately and pointed at the vase. Yan Guang stirred the liquid inside like picking firewood, picking out all the essence.

After a while, a colorful ball of light slowly formed. Long Tiexin bit her finger, squeezed out three drops of golden blood, and added some thunder and fire. When they combined, they lit a small flame. She used her true energy to get the flame into the ball of light.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the fire of thunder and flame suddenly burned more vigorously, and the entire altar was illuminated.

Zhuang Mo waved his hand and threw the fragments of the Divine Pot into the fire. Then he struck a pose and flicked his finger, and the black mist floated towards the fairy fire.

"Accumulate!" Zhuang Mo shouted loudly, and a golden talisman emerged from his fingertips. It kept spinning and spinning, and finally rushed towards the fairy fire with a "whoosh".

After burning for a while, the fire slowly went out, and an ancient book fell out with the words "Shen Hu" written on it. It looked quite mysterious.

Zhuang Mo took the ancient book, flipped through it a few times, then turned to Long Tiexin and said, "Miss Long, I have to rely on you from now on."

Wow, the situation before him was like Fengchen had fallen into a huge pile of white. It was white all around and he couldn't see anything clearly. He was like a headless fly, not knowing where he was standing, only knowing that this huge pile of white seemed to have no edge. He walked and walked, and it felt like he had been walking for ten thousand years. He was not tired at all, but there was no change around him, it was exactly the same as before and after. He could only watch the white fog passing by and tell himself, hey, buddy, you are still moving forward.

"What the hell have I walked into again? Is this not another mental hallucination? But this feeling is too real." Feng Chen grabbed the fog on this side and touched the fog on that side. The dew on his hands was cool and felt like the real thing. He was worried: "Could it be the Purple Thunder Dragon? I am in its belly and I know nothing?" But he immediately rejected this idea.

"Oh, that's not right! At that time, the Purple Thunder Dragon was sticking to me, and I still remember the tingling and numb feeling. Logically, I should have absorbed it into my body and mixed it with the Purple and Profound Qi, but what was the result? What's going on now?" Feng Chen thought about it over and over again, his head was about to explode, but he still had no clue.

Suddenly, he thought of Lei Gong: "Well, never mind, Uncle Lei can always give me advice, after all..." Feng Chen suddenly stopped, as if he stepped on the brakes, and stood there: "It seemed that at the last moment, a chilly feeling came along with Zixiao Thunder Dragon, and Uncle Lei also looked up at the sky."

"He should have been looking at me at that time, why was he looking up at the sky? Something must have happened!" Fengchen stood there, confused, not knowing where to go. Although he was very sober, he just couldn't get out of this hellhole. He felt that he had to do something, so he kept walking forward.

"We can't just sit there and wait. We have to walk around and see if we can find a way out. If we just stand there, there will be no hope." Feng Chen gritted his teeth, took another step, and continued to move forward towards the unknown.

Let's not talk about Fengchen. Zhuang Mo has handed the Divine Pot Chapter to Long Tiexin. As soon as Long Tiexin took it, he felt that it was heavy. It didn't look like an ordinary book, but rather like a treasure filled with the vicissitudes of time, as if there was an alien sleeping inside. Zhuang Mo shook it lightly, and Long Tiexin woke up. He muttered to himself: "This divine weapon of heaven is really not to be underestimated. It can make people uneasy just by touching it. Even a master like me can hardly resist it."

Long Tiexin gritted his teeth, gathered a stream of true energy in his hands, put the Divine Pot Chapter into the vase, and then gestured quickly with his hands, muttering something. Zhuang Mo was not idle either, chanting this spell and that spell, his body shining, looking like a Super Saiyan.

After a while, Long Tiexin finished chanting the spell, and Zhuang Mo also finished it. The two looked at each other, nodded, and started to work. As soon as Long Tiexin took a step, the power of the Seven Sages in his hand turned into a clear pool, the pool was sparkling, and it looked very powerful.

Zhuang Mo suddenly jumped up lightly, like a little swallow, hanging on the top of the treasure bottle, and leaned down with a bend of his body. He grabbed at the mouth of the bottle a few times, as if he had grabbed something transparent, and pulled it hard, hey, a bright light and a ball of blood were pulled out. The blood looked dirty, all the dust left by Fengchen. However, after he died, his blood seemed to solidify, and all the essence gathered together, mixed with his Yuanshen, Yunhuang blood, and the power of the two magic weapons, and turned into a small ball of innate Qi. This little thing is very powerful, as long as the thought is not extinguished, it can live forever.

However, this is not a sure thing, it depends on one's luck. For someone like Fengchen who has no cultivation foundation, if it weren't for his good luck and the secret help of the Golden Crow Emperor, he would have been killed by that sword, how could he have waited for someone to save him?

Zhuang Mo looked at the dirt and thought it was useless to keep it, so he decided to refine it now. He took some fairy energy from the treasure bottle and summoned some lightning and fire, and when the two touched, the dirt was removed.

As the flames burned, the small ball of innate Qi was also ignited. Zhuang Mo fiddled with it until it was perfect.

After finishing, he threw the innate Qi back into the bottle, took back the fire, and stuffed it into the treasure bottle. Then, he took the Dragon Iron Heart Ding Yuan Pearl and covered the mouth of the bottle. The fire slowly went out and the bottle became quiet.

Long Tiexin threw the bead into the clear pool, and Zhuang Mo inhaled, and a blood-red ball floated out of the vase, moving around as if it had life. This ball was the essence of Fengchen.

Zhuang Mo took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again, then checked it with his true energy, confirmed that there was no problem, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, an ancient book floated out of the treasure bottle, which was the chapter of the divine pot. Zhuang Mo took it and somehow turned the book into spiritual power and made it look like a lotus.

There should be nine holes on the lotus, but now there is only one, which is exactly the same as the ball that Fengchen transformed into. Zhuang Mo put the ball on the lotus platform, and the lotus trembled, then moved on its own and floated into the clear pool.

With a thud, a drop of water hit Fengchen's head. This was a difference he hadn't felt for a long time. Although it was just a drop of water, compared with the thick fog around him, it was finally a little different.

"It seems that the direction is correct." Feng Chen secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, he kept moving forward and he would definitely find a way out.

He quickened his pace and kept walking forward. He didn't know how long it had been, it felt like hundreds of years, but it also seemed to have passed in a flash. In short, Fengchen finally came to the end and there was no road under his feet.

He stood firm and looked around. There was a mountain under his feet, with cliffs rising and falling straight down. In front of him was an abyss, and behind him was the road he came from. Looking up, the sky was full of stars, and it felt like he could touch them with his hand.

Fengchen raised his hand to touch them, but stopped. He didn't know why, but those stars made him feel so far away, as if he would never be able to return if he touched them.

He was a little disappointed: "Did I take the wrong path? Have I reached a dead end? Or…"

Fengchen's thoughts froze at this moment, and he began to doubt the meaning of his journey.