Junior Disciple C

Feng Ye stood there and waited for a while, and only after the gushing blood subsided for a while, did he approach the fallen body.

He squatted down and picked up two things from the corpse, the storage bag and the Burning Sky Bow.

With the death of the owner, the consciousness attached to the storage bag had also been wiped out. Feng Ye opened the storage bag smoothly, and there were only sundries and some pills that were barely worth a little spirit stone.

Without the evidence he wanted to testify against Xue Ren, Feng Ye threw the storage bag away. As for the other things inside, no matter how valuable they were, he was not interested.

He turned to look at the Fentian Bow in his hand again, and shook it a few times in disgust to shake off the blood stained on the bow.If it wasn't for this heaven-level magic weapon, how strange he looked at it, he would actually dismiss it, and wouldn't even bother to pick it up.

The magic weapon cast with the sky fire as the core is nothing more than to use the power of the sky fire to burn everything. From a normal point of view, some materials with good fire resistance should be used to make it. Why use a little bit of wood to make the weapon backbone?

He had already asked this question just now, but Lu Chengye didn't answer it, and Feng Ye didn't continue to ask. He could see that Lu Chengye probably didn't know the real origin of this magic weapon, otherwise he would have confided in it earlier with his shy personality. Out.

When looking at it from a distance, he just felt that the structure of this magic weapon was not logically correct, but when he got it in his hands, Feng Ye became more and more confused.

Not long after Lu Chengye shot an arrow, the dark red totems that ignited the flames were about to be extinguished, but when he bent down to start, it was a few degrees lower than body temperature.

Feng Ye, who is as knowledgeable as he is, can't think of anything that can be so cold, suppressing the sky fire so much that it can't even dissipate the heat.

He carefully observed the dark red lines on the bow, trying to figure out what the totem was for, but was stunned when he saw a clean wooden bow.

When he picked up the wooden bow, the bow was stained with blood, and he shook it deliberately because of it.However, the wood's ability to seep water is not weak, and there are still some traces of blood soaking into the bow along the gaps in the wood itself.

But right now, these indelible bloodstains disappeared without a trace.

I have only heard that some evil swords can drink blood, but I have never heard that wooden bows can.

Feng Ye stared at the bow in his hand, frowning silently, standing where he was, without any other movements.

He could bear to be immobile, but the crow in the treetops behind him could not.

In order to prevent Feng Ye from discovering him, Hao Chen didn't dare to get close to him. When watching the show, he just stood on the highest branch and stretched his neck to watch, which was dozens of meters away from Feng Ye.

Although the eyesight of birds has always been good, Hao Chen still couldn't see clearly what Feng Ye was holding at such a long distance.

He could see the wooden longbow clearly, and he could also see the totem on the bow, but he couldn't see such tiny details as the disappearing blood.

He just watched Feng Ye bow his head in silence, not knowing what he was thinking while holding that bow.

Make him curious!

In order to see clearly what's weird about the bow in Feng Ye's hand, he couldn't help but want to get closer, but after getting closer, he didn't feel it was enough, so he couldn't help getting closer.

So, on the tall tree behind Feng Ye, the black-feathered crow started from the treetop and the branches that grew up and down as the fulcrum. He bounced between the branches and spiraled all the way down.

He deliberately didn't fly up directly, because the movement of flapping wings was a bit obvious.Although there will be some movement when he jumps repeatedly between the branches, those sounds are mixed with the "russling" sound of the branches being blown by the wind, which is inconspicuous.

The crow thought it was very witty and lurked forward. He came to the branch closest to the ground, only three meters away from Feng Ye.

The crow looked around with satisfaction, grabbed the branches under its feet with its claws, and prepared to arrange its seats for watching the theater here.

Although he didn't buy a ticket at all, he was a black man who sneaked in from the beginning to the end.

Just as he was arranging the seats on his own initiative, Feng Ye suddenly made another move.

He held the handle of the bow with his left hand, and put his right hand on the bow string. He clenched his five fingers tightly, and the muscles of his forearm exposed from the tattered Taoist robe were also tense.

Lu Chengye had damaged half of his body, and could only pull the bowstring using forbidden techniques, but Feng Ye pulled it easily with just a little force.

The crimson arrow appeared out of nowhere again, and the arrow didn't have a clear direction. Feng Ye seemed to just want to shoot an arrow to test its power.Hao Chen thought to himself.

However, after another moment, he realized that he had made a big mistake.

Because when the arrow took shape and the bow was bent like a moon, Feng Ye suddenly turned around, the bow in his hand was raised from flat to upward, and the crimson arrow point was facing the crow on the branch.

Hao Chen: "..."

Was discovered.

As soon as Hao Chen had a bad thought, Feng Ye loosened his right hand holding the arrow tail. Although the crow tried to escape by fluttering its wings at the first moment, it was still hit by Feng Ye who had figured out his escape trajectory. hit.

The crimson flowing fire engulfed the black crow, Hao Chen who fell behind Cao Zirui and Fang Yang suddenly paused, and he quickly recovered.

The two people walking in front of him were chatting casually, completely paying no attention to Hao Chen's strange behavior.

Hao Chen continued to follow behind the two as if nothing had happened, recalling the scene he just saw in his heart.

Originally thought that Feng Ye was soft-hearted, and bet that Feng Ye would not do anything to Lu Chengye, but the result was shocking.Feng Ye not only made a move, but also did not hesitate. From the beginning to the end, he was never shaken by Lu Chengye's begging for mercy.

Ever since Lu Chengye confessed to all the crimes he had committed, Feng Ye probably had no intention of letting him go.

He may indeed be soft-hearted, but that's only when he doesn't violate his bottom line.

Once he had murderous intentions, no matter how much he begged, how much he cried, nothing could shake his heart that was as firm as a stone.

However, Hao Chen did not lose his affection for Feng Ye because of this, on the contrary, his heart became more and more intense.

If Feng Ye really let Lu Chengye go, he would be disappointed, he would be indecisive, and he would suffer from it instead.It was obvious that Lu Chengye would not repent at all, and no matter how sincerely he cried, it was only because he was afraid that he would die.

But Feng Ye didn't. He was decisive and never procrastinated.Feng Ye's stern eyebrows and eyes made the little heart of the crow on the tree flutter non-stop.

Damn charming!

However, it is inevitable for people to have double standards. When Feng Ye's sternness is facing others, he is completely fascinated. When Feng Ye is attacking himself, Hao Chen can't help but swear in his heart: "a cruel man."

He just peeked for a while!

Although the crow was only transformed from one of his feathers, his fan had shrunk, and the severed feather could no longer be transformed into an external body.

The feather that turned into a crow was actually plucked by him. Although he has a lot of hair, it still hurts.

Forget it, just take it as the price of fare evasion.Hao Chen sighed and thought to himself.

He didn't make any tricks to peep, this time he followed Fang Yang and the two to the exit honestly, and was going to meet up with Feng Ye who had finished handling everything.

On the other side, Feng Ye looked up at the black figure surrounded by flames in the air.

When Lu Chengye fully drew the bowstring, he exerted the greatest strength he could exert, but Feng Ye was different, he could control this magic weapon freely.

Although he pulled the string into a full moon, he didn't actually use much force, and the flames were not strong, but it was enough to drive away the peeping voyeur.

Feng Ye had actually discovered him a long time ago. This crow was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the sect, no, it was exactly the same.

No need to think about it, the strange feeling he had at the time was not an illusion, this seemingly ordinary crow really had a problem.

He also guessed that this [-]% was Hao Chen's external incarnation, just like the fish on the bottom of the sea, so in fact, he let the other party follow him a little laissez-faire.

But this guy Hao Chen really pushes forward. If you take one step back, he will take two steps forward.

The crow almost stood directly on his shoulder to watch the show.

Although Feng Ye had his back to the crow at that time, he could feel that the crow was jumping up and down on the tree non-stop, and every trembling sound of the branches would disturb his thoughts.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned around and drove away the uninvited guest directly.

Now that it was finally quiet, Feng Ye raised his hand to catch the feather that fell from mid-air.

The black feathers have a kind of radiant beauty in the sun for no reason.

Feng Ye looked at Yu Yu, his eyes couldn't help but squinted, it was fish and bird, Hao Chen's true identity was ready to be revealed.

There is no second answer in this world, but this answer is the last thing Feng Ye wants to know.

How could he be so unlucky that he met the Lord of the Northern Darkness who should have been dozing for a long time?

Let's fight, it's not that I can't beat it, but it's really troublesome to face this Kunpeng who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

In particular, he still doesn't know who is behind the scenes, whether Kunpeng really has nothing to do with this matter, whether Hao Chen and the person behind the scenes are in the same group, and whether his approach to him is as it appears on the surface. Or deliberate?

These problems were not considered big problems in the first place, because in the face of absolute strength, whether it was a coincidence or deliberate deliberation, Feng Ye had the confidence to solve them.

But now that he knew Hao Chen's true identity, Feng Ye couldn't help reassessing the danger of the other party.

If Hao Chenzhen was with the people behind the scenes, then this time, he really encountered a big trouble that he had never seen in his life.

But this is just the worst guess. Maybe this Kunpeng really just slept for too long and went out for a walk. It was just a coincidence that he bumped into him.

Feng Ye sighed and put the matter aside for now.

Doing the math, he has been away from the team for a long time, and he should rush to join Fang Yang and the others, otherwise he will not be able to leave the secret realm of the floating island in time.

Feng Ye was about to set off, but when he realized the Burning Sky Bow in his hand, he fell into hesitation.

This bow must never be exposed in front of Fang Yang and the others. Both Cao Zirui and Fang Yang have seen this bow, and they both know that this bow belongs to Lu Chengye.

If he didn't want to expose what he did on this trip, no matter what excuses he used, he couldn't keep going, and his storage bag couldn't fit such a bow at all.

Feng Ye's eyes turned, since he couldn't take it back anyway, he might as well dismantle the bow to see what material it is made of.

He didn't feel distressed at all. The earth-level magic weapon was exchanged with others so casually by him, and the priceless sky-level magic weapon didn't feel any better in his heart. He always didn't care about these external things.

So he did what he said, holding both ends of the wooden bow with both hands, and using both arms at the same time, he directly broke the indestructible bow.

At the same time as the wooden bow was broken, Ling Yun, who was heading for the exit, suddenly paused while he was on his way in the forest. He asked the empty place with some doubts: "God?"

"Hehe." The man's low smile came from his ear, and he explained to Ling Yun in a rare good mood: "The little toy I made was destroyed by someone."

Although he didn't know what kind of toy it was, it was incredible that he still had such a happy tone when something he made was destroyed by someone.

But men are always a bit weird, and Ling Yun actually doesn't want to know why he is happy, he has no interest in anything other than the goals agreed with them.

But besides him, the man has no other audience, so the man doesn't care if he wants to know or not, and he continues on his own: "But toys don't necessarily only have superficial ways to play, and the real surprise is to open them... …”

His voice became lower and lower, and finally he couldn't restrain himself, and laughed again.

Laughter echoed in the air, cutting with distance.

In a place far away from laughter, Feng Ye opened his eyes wide in surprise.

When he broke the wooden bow, he lost the things bound by the bow and rushed out.

It was a mass of strangely shaped black mist, densely packed with black dots on the black mist, those black dots crowded and twisted each other, and became the shape of a human face.

Every face is lifelike, and every face is viciously twisted.

Their facial features were ferocious, their eyes and mouths were wide open, and they roared silently.

This sound was inaudible to the ear, but every blow was like a dull heavy hammer hitting the soul.

Feng Ye immediately threw away the wooden bow and took a few steps back, but he still couldn't dodge in time. How could those wraiths who had been imprisoned for an unknown amount of time let go of the only living person after seeing the light of day again?

I don't know how many faces there are on the black mist, but these faces are very tacit at the moment, rushing towards Feng Ye scrambling to be the first.

In an instant, the bright sunlight disappeared from his eyes, and when he looked around, there were distorted faces.Every face has its mouth open, with hatred and sadness.

No one wants to die, but they die.

Trapped in the bow body for an unknown number of years, the soul suffered day and night and could not be freed.No matter how much they wailed and cursed, the cage made of locust wood prevented their voices from being transmitted to the outside world.

Feng Ye finally understood why this bow with sky fire as its core abnormally used flammable wood as its main body, because locust wood is suitable for raising ghosts.

At the same time, he also understood what kind of cold thing can suppress the fierceness of the sky fire...

Countless wraiths died tragically.

He was surrounded by black mist, and this black mist continuously overflowed from the fracture of the Burning Sky Bow, growing stronger.

Those silent roars stirred in his soul, making his soul tremble continuously.

Feng Ye had a headache that was about to split. He clutched his forehead, but he didn't act immediately to drive away these wraiths.

Because in the dark, he always felt that these faces with wide eyes and mouths were telling him something.

But he couldn't hear clearly, the voices of too many people mixed together and turned into a sharp roar, piercing his eardrum.

Just when Feng Ye couldn't bear the roar that reached his soul any longer, and wanted to let the souls of resentment fly away, the next moment, he suddenly couldn't do anything no matter what.

Because he saw the fire.

The same fire as a hundred years ago.

The black mist no longer overflowed from the broken part of the wooden bow, and all the wraiths sealed in the locust wood had escaped.Thus, the burning fire that was hidden under these wraith spirits was revealed.

Without the suppression of the resentful spirits, the sky fire immediately ignited the surrounding vegetation with a destructive force.

The dazzling firelight penetrated the black mist covering Feng Ye's eyes, and countless faces were so frightened that their shapes were distorted. They fled helplessly under the firelight, as if the old things were repeating themselves.

Feng Ye stared blankly at this scene, in a trance, he suddenly heard clearly what these faces were trying to tell him.

They're talking about... the fire that killed them a hundred years ago...

Yinglong chopped down the tree in the East China Sea, the huge tree collapsed, and the sky fire fell to the ground. The fire spread for three thousand miles and lasted for three days...

After this monstrous fire, there were countless casualties.

There are more than tens of thousands of casualties...

The fear brought by the fire extinguished the hatred and hatred of these wraiths. They were terrified and weeping in mourning in front of the culprit who killed them...

Feng Ye stood where he was, the sky fire that had lost control was burning more and more, and he was already caught in a sea of ​​flames.

But he seemed to be nailed into the ground as a wooden stake, and he didn't move for a long time.

He had been listening to the mournful cry in his ear, and closed his eyes when the cry was the most horrific.