Fengyunlu

That man was very shrewd, and he considered every aspect of the situation, but he didn't think about the human heart, especially the deep love that Feng Wanlin and his wife had for their son Feng Chen. He also underestimated the couple's sense of justice and responsibility towards the people of the world. As a result, their family and the Nine Nether forces perished together. Although the Nine Nether Emperor saved his life with the Tongtian Talisman, Feng Wanlin's move ruined all his previous calculations.

For three years, Feng Chen hid in Cang Yun Sect. With the protection of Emperor Cang Yun, the Jiuyou forces dared not visit. If Feng Chen had not come out this time, how could Xu Yi have cast a curse on Feng Chen in the desert? The demonic energy was sealed, and Jiuyou could not come out. Deep in the demonic grudge, Feng Wanlin's true spirit was staring at him, and no magic weapon could stop him.

Ling Xuaner knew that it was not easy to refine a magic weapon into a life-originated item. It was a mysterious treasure that flew from outer space, and it was not something that could be accomplished by talent alone. She was more inclined to believe that it was the result of the technique.

The Lingyan Pavilion where she worked was the best in the world in refining weapons, and as the daughter of the old Pavilion Master, she was of course very confident about this. Facts also proved that Feng Wanlin relied on the unique skills of the Great Wind Art and the Divine Pot Filling the Cauldron to make the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear his own. This treasure can only be used by those who hope to reach the Cangxuan realm, and others can forget about it.

The Great Wind Art was so powerful that it could even counter the power of the human world, not to mention the opportunity of immortals and gods. When Feng Wanlin refined the magic weapon, he also used the power of the Divine Pot Chapter of the Tongtian Sutra. Although it was only half of it, its power was still extraordinary, and the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear had no choice but to obey.

Ling Xuan'er was a little confused about Feng Wanlin and began to hesitate about her decision. She didn't want to go to a desperate situation, but she had something in her heart that she couldn't let go. She was so decisive just now because she wanted to leave a way for the other party to survive. As the eldest sister, she had to take responsibility.

Fortunately, Mo Wenjian's words woke her up: "This man is Bai Qianyi's son-in-law, and he has a son with an innate spirit, but no one in Fengsha Castle knows about it. Who is this person's apprentice? Where did he get his skills? It's not something that ordinary people can do to transform a true spirit into a weapon."

When she asked this, Mo Wenjian just shook his head slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes. Fairy Ji Yao also sighed secretly beside him, with a helpless look on her face. Finally, Luo Hongchen took over the conversation and said slowly: "That boy Feng is indeed a genius. I only taught him a little bit, and the rest he figured out by himself. His shocking skills were also developed by his own wisdom and understanding."

When Ling Xuaner heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart seemed to be stirred by a huge wave. Just think about it, Feng Wanlin only learned some basics, but he was able to do such a powerful Kung Fu, how amazing! Although there was a coincidence, it could not cover up his extraordinary understanding. After all, who would dare to take on a porcelain job without a diamond drill?

Luo Hongchen blushed in embarrassment and said, "I just took advantage of being a teacher and accepted him as a nominal disciple. But if we really compare, I am far behind. His achievements and talents are beyond mine."

Ling Xuaner knew that if Luo Hongchen had such a character, he would have given up long ago. Now he was so emotional, probably because some things in the past made him feel constrained. Luo Hongchen was silent for a while, with a trace of pain and helplessness in his eyes, and finally sighed: "I have been useless all my life, those who should come don't come, and those who should leave don't leave. Now my apprentice has been killed, but I, as a master, can't avenge him. I can't even save his son. What kind of reputation can I talk about? It's really ridiculous."

He sneered, all self-mocking. Ling Xuan'er knew how bitter he felt, but he didn't say it, and she didn't ask.

Mo Wenjian spoke again, his tone calm, "Everyone has their own destiny. He gave his son a lifetime of luck, but left himself half a lifetime of suffering. As a master, you should understand this kind of reincarnation and interception of destiny. This is his own choice, and no one can change it. Just like Bai Qianyi knew this truth, but was helpless and unable to change it. If he had gone to protect the Dao, Feng Wanlin might have been fine. But fate is like this, even if he went, he couldn't change the outcome, and he might even be calculated by others, which delayed his years of forbearance."

"Well, it's useless to say all this. Fate is just self-deceiving consolation." Luo Hongchen sighed, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he stared at Mo Wenjian, as if he had made some decision in an instant.

Mo Wenjian nodded, knowing that Luo Hongchen didn't believe in fate, so he didn't say much. He turned his head to look at Fairy Ji Yao, and then looked at Ling Xuan'er.

Ling Xuan'er also turned around and looked at Fairy Ji Yao. She understood what Luo Hongchen meant and guessed what he was thinking. So she made a decision silently and waited for Fairy Ji Yao's next move.

Fairy Ji Yao also understood everyone's thoughts. Although the three elders she faced had past entanglements, the situation was complicated now and it was time to resolve them. Besides, this Acacia Sword Formation had been going on for a long time and enough had been said. Talking more would only increase the sadness. It would be better to resolve it early, cut off these entanglements, and then deal with things outside.

Senior is now a living spirit. Fairy, please hurry into this magic weapon. Ji Yao, I will collect the formation now. Let's get things done quickly. After that, I will take you to the Yaochi Lake to soak and recuperate so that your two souls can merge smoothly. Fairy Ji Yao said as she moved slightly. The red makeup sword in her hand poked lightly, and the tip of the sword pointed at the lantern. Her expectant eyes were full of light.

Ling Xuaner looked at it, nodded slightly, looked at Luo Hongchen affectionately, then pulled the big red lantern towards her, stretched out a slender finger, and carefully picked out a warm hairpin from the lantern. She gently put her long hair up, her movements were skillful and graceful. Then, she shook her wide sleeves, turned into a dazzling red light, and got into the lantern without hesitation.

Almost at the same second, the lantern turned into a tiny dot of light, shook a few times, and then "whoosh" into the Red Makeup Sword. When Fairy Ji Yao saw this, she quickly withdrew her magic power, withdrew the Longhan Great Tribulation sword formation, and then shook the white phoenix's wings and disappeared along with the Red Makeup Sword.

At this time, Fairy Ji Yao held the Red Makeup Sword horizontally and cut three of her fingers. A few drops of blood slowly dripped into the sword. She was immediately enveloped by a red light, and then the light slowly retracted into her body. This was the critical moment for the magic weapon to recognize its master. The black silk that was like a white dragon emerging from the water floated back, circling around, and the Red Makeup Sword disappeared, and the Acacia Sword Formation that trapped them also disappeared.

"Teacher!" Martial Saint Jiang He shouted and rushed over first. But before he finished speaking, Luo Hongchen had already started. After Jiang He arrived, everyone on both sides waited quietly until the sword formation was withdrawn and Luo Hongchen took action, then everyone started to move.

Luo Hongchen shook his body and raised his hand. There was a piece of red cloth wrapped around his wrist, which was the piece that Jiang He had thrown into the sword formation earlier. This piece of red cloth had a trace of pulling force, and it was placed on the power of the mortal world. It looked a bit abrupt, but it actually worked. The power of the mortal world rolled up instantly, like a big piece of cloth covering the sky and the sun, covering the sky. The four corners turned down and merged with the spiritual energy around Leiming Mountain. The entire mountaintop became a cage of the mortal world, trapping people on both sides and cutting off the retreat of the poor people.

"You can't keep me." Mo Wenjian said calmly, without even a trace of expression on his face. After that, he slowly raised his right hand, and the Changli Sword in his hand began to emit a faint light. This light revealed an omnipotent aura, but also a hint of loneliness and chill, as if there was nothing in this world that could make him linger. The world was less than ten feet away from him, but it couldn't even get close to him.

And as he raised his right hand, the top of Thunder Mountain, which was shrouded by the power of the mortal world, became colder and colder, and even the power of the mortal world around him was pushed away. The distance of ten feet turned into several feet in a blink of an eye, and this distance continued to expand, slowly extending towards the Han Clan. Not long after, it had covered dozens of feet, including the remaining hundreds of people in the Han Clan.

"You won't know until you try!" Luo Hongchen said this casually, his face as calm as water, as if nothing had happened, his messy beard trembled slightly as he spoke, and the whole person looked very casual. He seemed to not take Mo Wenjian's frightening momentum seriously at all, and just jumped up boldly, gathered a ball of true energy in his palm, and slashed towards Mo Wenjian's Tianling acupoint with a palm.

Mo Wenjian was still silent, with no expression on his face. He raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword light was like lightning, rushing straight into Luo Hongchen's palm. When the two of them touched each other's moves, there was a loud bang, and the palm and sword intersected. The shock wave was like water ripples, spreading out in an instant, and the entire top of Leiming Mountain shook. The disciples with shallow cultivation were almost knocked down by the blue halo. Even masters like Chunming Pavilion and Lei Gang had to use their true energy to stand firm.

After a while, the noise gradually died down, and Thunder Mountain returned to silence, as if nothing had happened. Luo Hongchen and Mo Wenjian just stood there in a stalemate, and they changed their moves almost at the same time. Mo Wenjian's figure flashed, and the tip of his sword pointed upwards. Luo Hongchen quickly dodged, and poked with his finger, and a thin spot of light flew towards Mo Wenjian's heart.

Mo Wenjian suddenly jumped into the sky, a hundred feet above the ground, hanging in the clouds. But the light spot was like a shadow, staring at him. Mo Wenjian's eyes were stern, and the Changli Sword in his hand suddenly shook. In a flash, sword shadows flew all over the sky, breaking the light spot in an instant. The remaining sword shadows rushed towards Luo Hongchen, and the other sword shadows ran around among the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall.

Swish, swish, swish, swish... Sword energy flew all over the mountains and fields. Mo Wenjian rushed down from the clouds again and slashed at the disciples of the Poor Sect. The Changli Sword flashed with cold light, as if it had encircled all the people of the Poor Sect. The Demon King and his men looked and saw that except for a few masters, all the other disciples of the Poor Sect had disappeared.

Seeing this, the demon king cat demon nodded and said calmly: "Brother Canjian is leaving, I won't keep you." After that, he turned around and greeted Lei Gong who was recovering, smiling slightly, meaning that he had come and was leaving now. Without waiting for Lei Gong to reply, he pulled A Li, glanced at Zhuang Mo, and pointed a finger at the sky.

A golden light flashed, directly breaking the cage set by Luo Hongchen. The demon king and his group took this opportunity to run away in a flash.

Lei Gong was in the Immortal Absolute Array, and he looked at Fairy Ji Yao from a distance. He felt that she seemed to hint at something, but she didn't say it clearly. He knew that something must be wrong in the Acacia Sword Array. Luo Hongchen had been tossing and turning just now, and it seemed that the matter was not simple. But he was more concerned about the thing that Mo Qiu took away. That was a major event for the Thunderbolt Hall, and also the last wish of his ancestors. He was about to go over to stop it.

Before he could make a move, Luo Hongchen's voice rang in his mind: "Don't be impatient, little Lei Gong. I'll tell you slowly later." Upon hearing this, the lightning arc in Lei Gong's hand dissipated without even being released. He did not try to stop it, but symbolically made some purple divine thunder explode in the sky.

As a result, Mo Wen swung his sword, intending to break all the thunders, but suddenly someone blocked it. The situation became even more chaotic.

The one who blocked the thunder of Mo Wenjian was actually Fairy Ji Yao. She appeared in mid-air without knowing when, holding the Red Makeup Sword in one hand, and gently waved the other hand to dissolve the attack of Mo Wenjian. There was a complicated look on her face, both resolute and reluctant, as if she was making a difficult decision.

When Mo Wenjian saw that it was Fairy Ji Yao, his brows slightly frowned, and the Changli Sword in his hand slowly dropped. He did not expect that at this critical moment, it was Fairy Ji Yao who stood up.

"Ji Yao, what do you mean?" Mo Wenjian asked in a deep voice. His voice echoed on the top of Leiming Mountain with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Fairy Ji Yao did not answer directly. She just looked at Mo Wenjian deeply, then turned to Lei Gong and said, "Lei Gong, take the people away first. I will handle the matter here."

Lei Gong was puzzled when he heard this, but he did not ask any more questions. He knew that Fairy Ji Yao must have her own plan. So he nodded and waved to the disciples around him, signaling them to retreat.

Although the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall were unwilling, they did not dare to disobey the order and turned around and left. Seeing this, the demon king and his men also took the opportunity to evacuate.

Mo Wenjian looked at Fairy Ji Yao, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Fairy Ji Yao would choose to stand against him, which made him feel surprised and a little angry.

"Ji Yao, why did you help the tyrant?" Mo Wenjian asked, with a hint of pain in his voice.

Fairy Ji Yao's body trembled slightly when she heard this, but she quickly regained her composure. She took a deep breath and then slowly said, "Mo Wenjian, you and I have different positions and are destined to be unable to come together. No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, I hope you can let go of your obsession and start over."

When Mo Wenjian heard this, his face suddenly turned pale. He had never expected that Fairy Ji Yao would actually say such a thing. He laughed in anger and said, "Ji Yao, do you think you can change anything? Today, I will kill everyone to avenge my past!"