Listening to the Phoenix

〖Feng Que Ci...〗Ah Ruo chewed these three words carefully,〖Why...〗

〖Why do you feel a little desolate while honorable? 〗An Xiaoyu chuckled in her heart, 〖Don't you want to know the name of the uncle?Don't you know now? 〗

"So, give it to me," he said.

"No!" Ah Ruo really wanted to slap the person in front of him to death, even though they signed a natal contract to live and die together.

With a flash of white light, the young man in white stepped barefoot on the ground, his facial features were exquisite and charming, and a pair of seductive fox eyes were slightly raised, showing an indescribable flirtatiousness.

"Did I forget to tell you that I put Wannian Bloody and Lianxinhua in my cave."

"So..." An Xiaoyu's face froze for a moment.

"At least you have to reach Transformation God to get it." The boy in white shrugged and said, no matter how you look at it, there is a feeling of gloating.

An Xiaoyu was silent, almost swearing regardless of his demeanor.

He... will use it before Nascent Soul!

Not everyone is as talented as his uncle, who has already achieved consummation before the age of 40 and can enter the Mahayana at any time.

In the world of comprehension, there are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of old monsters everywhere...

40 years old...that's still a kid in terms of time—a toddler kind of thing.

In the eyes of older people, it may be a child who has not been weaned.

——That is, what is commonly known in the demon world as "cubs that have not yet been weaned".

Although he has a single spiritual root with a purity of [-]%, which belongs to the kind of one that is less than [-]%, almost close to [-]%, but——

The difference between [-]% and [-]% is like the difference between heaven and earth.

His uncle is a pure [-]% who only exists in legends!

It is even more impossible for him to compare with his uncle!

Transforming God... For him, it will probably be more than a hundred years later!

So, An Xiaoyu's eyes were full of resentment, "Ah Ruo!"

A voice sounded with slight doubts: "Liuchen, do you want Wannian Bloody and Lianxinhua?"

An Xiaoyu nodded, then turned around, "Master, you..."

Then, the young man with a monstrous face in front of him stretched out his hand, and a large bunch of bright red flowers filled his sight in the blink of an eye.

That large bouquet of flowers is extremely beautiful, with overlapping red petals and golden stamens, the combination of two completely different colors does not look weird.

Blood-colored, with overlapping petals, it is named "Blood-colored" because the petals are as red as blood. The stamens are brown in ten years, yellow in a hundred years, orange in a thousand years, and gold in ten thousand years.

However, because it is only suitable for cultivators below the Golden Core level, and the beasts associated with the places where they grow today are usually extremely dangerous, they seldom appear.

After all, even Golden Core cultivators who pick Bloody have an infinitely close to [-]% chance of dying, but for Golden Core and above monks, Bloody is useless at all.

So even ten years of blood is extremely rare.

But now, Feng Queci casually took out a lot of them, and they were all bloody at the ten thousand year level...

This is surprising.

"Uncle, why do you have so much blood?" An Xiaoyu couldn't help asking.

With his uncle's lazy temperament, he could never have imagined that one day he would make a special trip from the peak to pick blood.

Feng Que thought for a while, and then said: "Forgot."

"..."

Feng Queci didn't bother to pay attention to his speechless expression, and simply and rudely stuffed the pile of blood into An Xiaoyu's arms, "Is this enough?"

An Xiaoyu, who was holding a bunch of flowers: Do you have any more, Master?

Seeing An Xiaoyu's meaning, Feng Que resigned: "There is a warehouse on Liuxia Peak that is full of blood colors, from various years."

"If you want Lianxinhua, I'll give it to you when I go back."

"Then I would like to thank my uncle." It feels good to have an uncle!

Feng Que Ci saw his joy and was a little puzzled, so he asked him: "Why didn't you tell He Yi?"

An Heyi, Daoist Cangtan, master of the water and haze vein at the beginning of the ninth century, and the god of transformation.

At the same time, he is also the father and master of Liuchen An Xiaoyu.

Moreover, everyone knows at the beginning of the ninth century that Lord Cangtan dotes on his only child very much, almost to the point of spoiling him.

Although ten thousand years of blood is rare, it is not uncommon for the master of the Shuilan vein, one of the ten main veins of the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.

Even if there is no, it is not impossible to pick Liuchen specially according to Cangtan Lord's love for Liuchen.

An Xiaoyu was silent: "I just found out, too."

"So that's how it is." Feng Que asked: "There is the Shangshen ruins in Changyuan, do you want to go?"

"Changyuan was born in the site of the God of God?!" An Xiaoyu had just put away the strange emotions in his heart, when he heard this sentence, the words came out of his mouth immediately, with a surprised expression on his face.

Feng Que nodded, and then motioned for An Xiaoyu to look at the two Huashen Shangjun.

Putting away the bloody color, An Xiaoyu went to "ask" the two Huashen Shangjuns on his own.

Two deity cultivators: "..."

In today's world, is it possible to interrogate Huashen Shangjun even at the early stage of Jindan?

An Xiaoyu smiled, with a slight threat in his eyes, looking at the two Huashen Shangjun, his eyes inadvertently looked at Han Wang, who closed his eyes and took a nap again.

The two Huashen Shangjun looked sad and indignant, but there was nothing they could do.

In the realm of comprehension, the strong are respected.

What is pursued is the law of the jungle, natural selection.

How could Han Wang, that god-killing lunatic, be something they could contend with?

If they had known earlier that this small team was led by Lord Han Wang, then they would not have come no matter what.

One of the tacit laws of everyone in the comprehension world: rather mess with Mahayana, don't mess with Han Wang.

If you get into trouble with the Mahayana Taoists, if you have a stronger background, those Taoists are usually too lazy to be serious with the juniors, just put on a show.

But Lord Han Wang is different, he himself is relatively young, and he has absolutely no intention of showing mercy to the weak.For him, if he provoked him, he would kill him.

Simple and crude.

No matter what people of the older generation are, they will never forget that day, when the black-clothed boy stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he glanced back casually when he heard the movement.

No joy or sorrow, no anger or fear, no bloodthirsty, no joy, just endless indifference.

Detached from everything, ruthless to the extreme, ruthless to chilling.

Han Wang - must reach the immortal ranks!

Therefore, the two Huashen Shangjun... surrendered.

Dare not hide the slightest bit.

In other words, as a demon cultivator, he generally has this kind of temperament.

But under the tree, Feng Queci opened his eyes and glanced at the boy in white.

The boy in white couldn't help taking a step back.

that look...

"Blood, very rare?"

The boy in white was taken aback, although he couldn't think that he would ask such a common-sense question, he subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Feng Que sighed lightly: "Back then, wild flowers were everywhere."

"What did you say?" the boy in white asked.

"No." Feng Que closed his eyes.

The boy in white thought secretly in his heart.

Back then... Bloody was a wild flower everywhere.

And in the age when bloody wildflowers were everywhere... After the prehistoric times, the world——

Although it is said among the human race that this world is a fragment after being broken by the prehistoric world, but...

Linghu Ruoze, who has inherited memories, knows it very well.

This world is not a fragment of the broken prehistoric world at all!

The human race didn't even think about it, if it was really a fragment of the prehistoric world, how could it only clear the monk Mo Xianjun before the catastrophe.

Even if it is a fragment—it is also a fragment of the prehistoric era that will never be imitated by future generations. How could there be only immortals but no immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons!

Why didn't the human race think about it, why didn't the Tribulation-Crossing Immortals appear one after another until the end of the catastrophe!

Well, he shouldn't have thought about these... just.

In those days... he wouldn't be from that era, right?

That... the era when the human race in this world only Qingmo Xianjun and one immortal king, and the monster race avoided the time.

"Don't think too much." An indifferent voice came, "I don't even know."

The boy in white paused, saluted, and said, "I am Linghu Ruoze from the fox clan."

"I also hope that the Lord will hide it for me."

Linghu Ruoze... the young master of the fox clan of the monster clan, the nine-tailed sky fox with pure blood due to atavism among the nine-tailed foxes.

It is also the only nine-tailed sky fox of the new generation of fox clan.

"It's not asking me, don't say it."

But someone asked, will say.

Linghu Ruoze understood, but, "This will help me a lot." He laughed.

Half an hour later, An Xiaoyu got up, turned to Feng Queci.

At the same time, two powerful bursts of spiritual power came straight to An Xiaoyu.

The sword on Feng Queci's waist was not even out, and he glanced lightly.

The sword energy condensed into filaments, dispersed the two strands of spiritual energy, and rushed into the brows of the two transformation gods, Shangjun.

One hit kill.

But to get Han Wang Shangjun a glance, it can be regarded as giving them a decent way to die.

Then, "Let's go." Feng Que resigned.

The ninth disciple looked natural, Wen Qing took out a porcelain bottle and sprinkled the water on the two corpses.

The two corpses turned into water and seeped into the ground.

A group of people left slowly.

No one would know that the large pool of water on the ground was composed of several Zhu Jindan disciples and two Huashen elders.

This is the realm of comprehension.

Cruel, yet so calm.

Chang Yuan runs across the center of the Chu Realm, with Jiuchu to the east and Lanzong to the west, separating the two sects.

It is one of the forbidden places in the beginning world, and it is also the most special forbidden place.

Because according to legend, this is the place where the catastrophe finally ended.

The last battle of that catastrophe was also the most miserable battle, and it happened here.

Legend has it that it is here that countless major repairs have fallen, and there is also a god who does not know when to appear.

It even includes the Patriarch of the Ninth Beginning—Xianjun Qingmo.

As for why it is a legend?

That's because the time is too long, and the time is so far away that all the pain will be smoothed away.

So long that everything has been submerged under time and age, and no one has explored it.

However, Feng Que Ci clearly knew that those legends were true.

Only the four clans and three clans will firmly remember that experience in this world.

too heavy.

Jiuchuzong, Chaoshan Jiange, Xingchenlou, Jiumen, this sect has one pavilion, one floor and one gate, and there are three families. I dare not forget, but I don't want too many people to know.

Therefore, those past events are shelved, and only high-level officials can know and consult them.

As for Feng Que Ci, who had a special status in the Ninth Beginning, and was the master of one of the ten main veins, the Liuxia lineage, he was naturally qualified to know these things.

Therefore, when he knew that there was a site of the God of God in Changyuan, his first thought was not that he didn't believe it, but that there was a site of the God of God left behind.

——There will be a god who will have time to leave a legacy at that time... It's really incredible.

This feeling came from nowhere, but it was extremely firm, and even a picture flashed by.

The heavy snow flooded everything, and the ground was completely frozen.

The pure blue and white are intertwined, which obviously looks dangerous and terrifying, but he finds it shockingly beautiful.

There was also a strange but distinct pleasure.

He was clearly distracted by the strange emotion.

How long... has he not felt this obvious emotion?

Thinking back, Feng Que Ci was a little uncertain.

Even when he first met Liu Chen, he didn't have such big mood swings.

In other words, since he could remember, he hadn't had such a big mood swing.

"Uncle, the uncle in charge just told us to be careful, and didn't say anything." An Xiaoyu said after the interrogation.

But this is also because of Feng Queci who led the team this time, otherwise the head teacher at the beginning of Jiuchu would have asked An Xiaoyu to visit the site of Shangshen.

After all, if something happened to An Xiaoyu, Jiu Chuzong would have to be overthrown by his father.

Cangtan Shangjun definitely has the ability to overthrow the entire Jiuchu sect, and even if he overthrows the Jiuchu sect, he will be safe and sound.

For this point, Cang Yue, the head teacher of Jiuchu, has always believed in it.

"Let's go." Feng Que nodded, "Be careful."

"Okay." An Xiaoyu nodded.

Linghu Ruoze was helpless at the side: "By the way, this is the site of the Shangshen, even immortals will be jealous, and nine out of ten will die if they cross the catastrophe. Where did you get the confidence to enter the site of the Shangshen? "

An Xiaoyu glanced at him, "No wonder you can't beat Master Uncle as a Mahayana, can you be a little more confident?"

"..." Linghu Ruoze.

He was just telling the truth!

"Excessive self-confidence is arrogance!"

"There are planes to suppress." Feng Que's words were simple and shocking.

"Are you confident in dealing with Du Jie?" Linghu Joze asked.

Feng Queci glanced at him with an unclear expression.

An Xiaoyu translated conscientiously at the side: "Do you want to say that your majestic nine-tailed white fox in the Mahayana period can't compete with the transcending catastrophe period? Then your nine-tailed white fox clan still claims to be some kind of divine beast left over from the prehistoric times?"

"But that's an ordinary tribulation-crossing period!" Even if he was suppressed, how could Shangshen be comparable to an ordinary tribulation-crossing period?

Feng Que stepped forward and walked into Changyuan.

"Did you forget that you can't beat me?" An Xiaoyu translated, then gave him a speechless look, and followed Feng Queci into Changyuan.

Linghu Ruoze almost gritted his white teeth.

A nine-tailed white fox in the Mahayana stage can't defeat a human in the transformation stage, that would be a lifelong shame to him!

After many years, he suddenly realized that it was so strange that he could beat Feng Que Ci.

And now, he doesn't know.So I feel aggrieved.

But in the end, he still kept up with the footsteps of the last ninth disciple.

There is no way and no reason not to follow.What's more, among those people inside, there is one of his friends!Life!Deed!about!who!

Just after Linghu Ruoze stepped into the abyss, a brilliant golden light enveloped them, and the formation that appeared on the ground at an unknown time surrounded them.

The next moment, the light weakened, but the eleven figures had disappeared.

A drop of blood that fell was caught by a slender and beautiful hand, reflecting the fairer complexion.

The young man with his eyes covered by a black cloth and wearing a light golden robe raised the blood bead and sent it to his eyes, as if he was "looking at it" carefully.

Soon, a sigh escaped from his lips, and his handsome face was unknowingly stained with sadness.

"Ayin, I can only help you so far."

On the other side, the few people who were teleported were a little unclear, and their whole bodies tensed up, fully alert.

After they saw the surrounding situation clearly, they all didn't know what to say, and secretly looked at Feng Queci.

Just looking around, they seemed to have come to the deepest part of a cave, but this cave——it might be more appropriate to say that it is an ice cave, because it is surrounded by cold ice, even under the feet.

The problem is, in front of them, there is a huge rectangular ice block vertically, and there seem to be some small cracks in the ice block.

Around the ice coffin, there are still red lotuses blooming.

An Xiaoyu was thinking about it.

Why... does this huge rectangular ice cube look more and more like Wanzai Xuanbing?

He... seems to have overlooked something?

Such a strong sense of disobedience, and a sense of disgust...

Linghu Ruoze's expression changed suddenly, "Wanzai Xuanbing, doesn't that mean that this is the center of Changyuan?!"

"There should be something else..." An Xiaoyu said.

Linghu Ruoze hates iron but not steel: "How can there be ordinary ice cubes around Wanzai Xuanbing! These ices are all Wanzai Xuanbing!"

"And, how could there be a red lotus blooming!"

The faces of the nine people also changed.

Mysterious ice for thousands of years, the coldest thing, is no less than a divine weapon for someone with the root of ice spirit, but——

That's only a small piece!

With such a large group, even the Ice Spirit Root cultivators in the Tribulation Stage might freeze to death if they stayed here for a long time!

and……

"Uncle, are you a single-line Fire Spirit Root with a purity of [-]%?" An Xiaoyu asked.

Feng Que nodded.

An Xiaoyu looked at Linghu Ruoze, and asked, "Ah Ruo, aren't you an ice type?"

Linghu Ruoze glared at him: "How many ice-type nine-tailed foxes have you seen?!"

"I've seen you a nine-tailed fox."

"Then how many nine-tailed foxes have you heard of the ice type?"

"no……"

"There have been, but rarely pure ice!"

An Xiaoyu: "..." They estimated that the entire army would be wiped out.

"I think... this Wanzai Xuanbing doesn't quite meet the requirements..." Feng Queci raised his hand, and a bright red flame appeared from his hand.

"I don't feel anything," he said.

What's more, he still has a very familiar and comfortable feeling.

"..." Ninth Beginning disciple.

Jun Xi silently raised her hand: "The first seat..."

Feng Queci rarely looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"I am... a single line of ice spirit roots, with a purity of [-]%."

"..." Feng Queci signaled him to continue with his eyes.

"I feel... so cold."

Feng Que turned his head when he resigned, and he almost said "the difference in strength is too great".

"Han Wang Shangjun." Linghu Ruoze couldn't help but said, "I also think it's quite cold."

After a pause, Linghu Ruoze said again: "The nine-tailed fox...has hair."

After a moment of silence, Feng Que waved his hand, and the flames floated around everyone, dispelling the coldness for them.

Strange to say, the chill faded away the moment the flame emerged.

At this moment, a chill lingered on Feng Queci's fingers, and he rubbed them together like attachment.

Feng Que was slightly taken aback.

Linghu Ruoze looked at the flame carefully, "Sir Han Wang, are you human?"

When Feng Que heard the words, he looked at him neither salty nor dull.

"This flame...why does it look a bit like a phoenix flame?"

Feng Que was silent for a moment.

〖No... that is the flame of Nirvana. 〗

A voice in his heart told him so.

〖Nirvana Flame is the ultimate of Phoenix Flame. 〗The voice from the bottom of my heart said so.

"No." Feng Que resigned.

He added in his heart: it is the flame of Nirvana.

"That's good." Linghu Ruoze breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "I thought it was the Phoenix Flame, it scared me to death... The Phoenix Flame belongs exclusively to those who have the blood of the Phoenix..."

"Only the Phoenix Flame?" An Xiaoyu asked.

Just now, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart, but Linghu Ruoze didn't hear it.

〖...That is not the Phoenix Flame. 〗

"There is also a Nirvana Flame. The Nirvana Flame is the final form of the Phoenix Flame, which belongs exclusively to the Emperor of the Phoenix Clan." Linghu Ruoze said.

"However, so far, I only know one with the Nirvana Flame."

"Really?" Feng Que pondered.

"Uncle, Ah Ruo, is it really okay to discuss Huo Huo now?" An Xiaoyu watched the two of them prepare to discuss Huo Huo on the spot, a little helpless, "There is one more thing..."

"What's the matter?" Linghu Ruoze asked.

"I always feel...that's not an ice cube, but an ice coffin." An Xiaoyu pointed to the vertical rectangular "ice cube" and said.

"If that's the ice coffin, then this is his mausoleum." Linghu Ruoze said, restraining his jokes and looking serious.

"And the person who can use ten thousand years of profound ice as a coffin, and can use so many ten thousand years of profound ice as a cloth... is extraordinary."

"Little guy, you know a lot." A voice sounded suddenly, soft and low, sounding extremely comfortable, "Yes, this is an ice coffin."

"You don't need to look for me, I have been lost for many years, and this moment is just my obsession."

"My name is Qingmo, a native of the Ninth Beginning."

"I don't know who you are, but to be able to come here, neither strength nor character is weak."

"My lord, please, take this ice coffin to Jiuchu, and give it to a person named Qingshi or Qingxuan, and just say 'Leave love and listen to the sound of snow and be intoxicated'."

"If you have a request, you can tell them. As long as you don't violate morality and don't kill, they can satisfy you."

"If you want to know who the person in the coffin is, I just want to tell you that knowing too much is not a good thing. The person in the ice coffin is not something you can provoke."

"It's good that he doesn't get angry. Once he gets angry, no one can resist his anger. Maybe there was such a person, but that person died, and that person's brother is not here."

"So, don't provoke him. Even at the beginning of the ninth century, it is impossible for him to change his mind."

"he……"

The sound stopped abruptly.

All around is quiet.

The name is Qingmo, and he is also a person from the Ninth Beginning, so there is only one person—the founder of the Ninth Beginning, the Immortal Qingmo.

But... Didn't Patriarch Qingmo perish in the catastrophe?how……

Jun Xi thought about it and asked.

"This is Changyuan, the place of the final battle."

Therefore, it is possible that Patriarch Qingmo has a bit of obsession.

An Xiaoyu pondered.

Linghu Ruoze looked at Feng Que and said, "Han Wang Shangjun, Qingmo Xianjun died in a catastrophe, and this Changyuan is the place of the last battle, so does this mean that the person in the ice coffin is a catastrophe?" The one who died in battle?"

"Not at all." Feng Que resigned.

"Uncle Master means that Patriarch Qingmo asked us to bring this ice coffin back to Jiuchu and hand it over to..."

Feng Que nodded in agreement.

Linghu Ruoze continued: "If it's someone who died in battle, why did you ask us to take the ice coffin back?"

"Unless he has a great relationship with Jiu Chu."

"Impossible." An Xiaoyu categorically denied, "The people who died in battle at the beginning of Jiuchu were all higher than Yuanying, and their bones are well stored or have been wiped out. The person in the ice coffin is by no means Jiuchu. man of."

"Then it doesn't make sense..." said the relatively elegant Lanlian disciple.

Feng Queci, who had been silent for a long time, made a movement that shocked everyone.

In fact, in all fairness, from Feng Queci's point of view, he didn't do anything serious.

He just stepped forward and smashed the lid of the ice coffin with one palm.

The problem is, it's in an ice cave that appears to be a mausoleum.

This move is no less than running into someone else's house and tearing down the room where the master sleeps, slapping his face brightly.

Everyone: "..."

Because Feng Que Ci blocked everyone's sight, everyone only saw a little purple corner of clothes in the ice coffin.

Feng Queci's body froze suddenly.

In front of him, a boy who looked to be at most eleven or twelve years old folded his hands on his lower abdomen, his face was calm and peaceful, as if he was sleeping peacefully, rather than a cold and stiff corpse.

Three thousand snow hair sprinkled all over the body, and the purple clothes were quiet.

The eyes moved inadvertently, and Feng Queci's breathing was disrupted for a moment.

The boy's chest was heaving slightly!

The author has something to say:

An Xiaoyu, he was reborn through time travel, but as for why he was reborn through time travel... Uh, it can be said that it was the result of "his" careful planning and the assist of a certain god

Repaired on May 2018.6.25, [-]