Miraculous Fall

"Great! We caught another one! Qingfeng! Don't you think this wind fox is too easy to catch?"

Suddenly, a triumphant laugh was heard, as if the whole world was enveloped by this laughter. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a figure slowly approaching from a distance.

When the figure came closer, people could see his appearance clearly. He was a teenager, with extremely delicate features, as if he was carefully carved by a master sculptor. Especially his fiery red eyes, like burning flames, so fascinating that people dared not look directly at him.

The young man was wearing a pure white robe that fluttered in the wind, like an immortal descending from heaven. His right hand tightly grasped a green, furry wind fox, which seemed unusually well-behaved in his hand, showing no signs of struggle.

A scornful voice pierced through the air like an arrow: "Feng Jia! Why don't you take a look at what level of spiritual beast this is? What are you so proud of?"

Suddenly, a teenager appeared, as if he had walked out of a painting, with beautiful eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth. His beautiful blue eyes were as bright as the deep starry sky. He jumped down from the tree lightly, like a smart bird.

In an instant, a suffocatingly powerful pressure swept over like a raging storm, and the sound of fierce fighting was deafening.

Then, a bone-chilling voice suddenly sounded, as if it came from the Netherworld: "Hanyue, don't force me to take action again!"

"Something big must be happening ahead! Let's go and help Master!"

Lan Qingfeng was extremely anxious. While shouting, he pulled Feng Jia and rushed forward like an arrow!

In the snowy territory surrounding the Holy Mountain Range, the wind was cold and the snow was flying. A few people were standing in a silvery white world, stopping a young man who attracted attention.

The boy had a pair of crystal blue eyes that looked like silver-purple streams, deep and charming. His hair was partly light green and partly crystal blue, falling on his shoulders like a waterfall.

He was wearing a pure white robe with exquisite red spider lily patterns embroidered on the sleeves, as if blooming in the snow. He wore a bloody red spider lily mask on his face, covering his features, revealing only his crystal blue eyes, revealing a hint of mystery and indifference.

The young man wore a blue jade hairpin on his head. The end of the hairpin was carved into the shape of a red spider lily, which complemented his clothes and added a bit of elegance and nobility.

Standing in front of the young man was a man in a white robe. His eyes were sharp and cold, like a deep pool of ink, making people dare not look directly at him. His hair was also as black as ink, forming a sharp contrast with his white robe.

The man looked at the boy, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he advised: "Jiuling, calm down first, okay?"

Feng Jiuling turned around abruptly when he heard the man's words. His eyes were as cold as ice as he fell on the man's hand holding his. His voice was cold and a little angry as he asked, "Calm down? How can you ask me to calm down?"

Under the gaze of the crowd, two fairy-like women slowly approached. Their appearance was as light and graceful as falling snowflakes.

One of the women had blue eyes as bright as gems, and her long green hair fell like a waterfall on her white dress. Snow butterflies danced beside her, and every step she took seemed to be stepping on snowflakes, leaving a trail of crystal footprints.

The other woman was equally beautiful, with aqua blue eyes like deep lakes and long blue hair as smooth as silk, which contrasted with her white dress, making her look even more elegant and refined. Snow butterflies surrounded her, as if she was the owner of this snowy land.

When the two women walked in front of Feng Jiuling and Diwu Lingyan, the woman with blue eyes and green hair spoke first. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature: "Jiuling, you know my identity. Yue and I are both the protectors of the Soul Goddess. Could our words be false?"

Feng Jiuling's eyes were cold. He stared at the woman in front of him closely, with a hint of sneer on his face: "Han Xi, Han Yue, even if what you said is true, so what?"

His voice was filled with grief and indignation. "Master Xue An, the Goddess of Souls and the Goddess of Fate may be able to save him. But my brother, he can't come back. He disappeared in the light and dark snow flames!"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in Diwu Lingyan's ears, leaving him speechless in an instant.

Indeed, he witnessed with his own eyes that Long Huangzhen disappeared in the light and dark snow flames. That was the legendary flame that accompanied the twin sons of heaven and earth, which was dark and bright and could burn everything to ashes.

In the face of such flames, is there really any chance that Long Huang could survive?

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps was heard. Diwu Lingyan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man and a woman walking slowly towards them.

The man had blue eyes and black hair, and a white robe fluttering in the wind. He was surrounded by blood-red butterflies. With every step he took, a bright blood lotus would grow under his feet, as if he was a messenger from hell.

The woman had green eyes and black hair, and was wearing a white dress. She was also surrounded by blood butterflies, and blood lotuses bloomed with every step she took, like a fairy descending to earth.

The beautiful man with blue eyes and black hair walked up to Feng Jiuling and said softly, "Feng Jiuling, calm down first. Instead of destroying the Xueli Organization, you should listen to your brother and live well. You must believe that your brother will come back. Han Chenyue, Hanyue, Hanxi, let's go. With Diwu Lingyan here, Feng Jiuling will slowly calm down."

Diwu Lingyan's face suddenly turned cold, and his voice as cold as ice rang out: "Come out!"

Feng Jia and Lan Qingfeng were frightened by the sudden sound and trembled all over. Like frightened deer, they hurriedly walked in front of Diwu Lingyan and Feng Jiuling.

Feng Jiuling's face was as gloomy as water, his eyes were as sharp as knives, he glanced at Feng Jia and Lan Qingfeng coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Han Yue's disciples, are you here to look for your master? She is not here."

Although Feng Jia was a little scared, he still mustered up his courage and asked in a trembling voice, "Master Feng, do you know where Master has gone?"

Feng Jiuling's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, icy cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Ling Yan, take them away! Let me be alone for a while!"

Diwu Lingyan knew Feng Jiuling's personality very well. She knew that at this moment he was like a wounded lone wolf, and what he needed most was his own space. So, she looked at Feng Jiuling silently, turned around, and slowly left with Lan Qingfeng and Feng Jia...