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Chapter 151

Jiang Chennian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his red eyes slightly widened: "You fucking——!!"

Li Songru looked pitifully.

Destiny is like a giant beast that has been rushing from the prehistoric to the present, finally showing its cruel fangs at the last moment.

--Yes.

He traveled all the way to Styx, but his purpose, from beginning to end, was not the defected Han Shaoqing.

Instead, he thought he had hidden Kunlun from Kunlun, followed the crowd all the way, and quietly came to Jiang Yanqiu in the Styx River.

The change of Shangxuan—or even before that, he had become suspicious.

Yue Jiming's extraordinary dedication to Jiang Yanqiu was obvious to all present.

After the investigation found out that Jiang's child was born with the rare blood of a pure phoenix, the candle in Taiqing Peak's case remained on overnight.

——But what is even more ironic is that Li Songru had already made a decision in his heart as early as the second he learned the truth.

Before Jiang Run's close friend and Jiang Yanqiu's respected and trusted teacher, he is the leader of the fairy sect and the head of Kunlun who shoulders the responsibility of the people of the world.

——What else is more suitable as a container to suppress the evil energy of the Styx than the phoenix, which can purify all evil spirits in the world, and can restore itself infinitely over and over again?

This unique bloodline does not even require the existence of the ancient Kunlun Formation!

This is a glimmer of life bestowed by Heaven on the human race.

——Jiang Yanqiu himself is the most exquisite and perfect Kunlun formation.

All it takes is a small air-entraining circle...

Li Songru sighed and looked away.

In the next second, the pitch-black bone blade brushed past his side face, splitting off a few strands of hair dangerously.

Even though he couldn't recognize his old enemy, Xiao Wudu could tell that it was this person who made Jiang Yanqiu's hand just now with his remaining rationality.

The devilish energy surged in his eyes: "The person who dares to touch this seat..." The

black energy in the door became more and more intense in an instant to ward off evil, and with the help of the vast devilish energy behind him, Xiao Wudu's cultivation base suddenly climbed to the first stage of transforming gods!

——But he failed to continue the fight with Li Songru.

A Kunlun Sword Cultivator approached, blocked Bai Muqing's sneak attack behind him, barely caught Bi Xie and Xiao Wudu fought secretly.

The man looked dignified, and nodded towards Li Songru: "Really! Leave it to me!"

Wang Ruiyi clenched the sword in his hand for a moment: "Master! Are you really going to attack Junior Brother Jiang! Kunlun...is this still the case?" The teachings of Kunlun!"

On the one hand was the revered and loyal teacher and suzerain in the past, and on the other was the fallen junior brother Jiang, her mind was blank, and she stopped in front of Li Songru, but she didn't know where to point her sword.

"One by one of you..." Li Songru seemed to be looking at the unreasonable junior, with a helpless expression: "Ruiyi, I thought you would be the most sensible among this group of children." Wang Ruiyi clenched and loosened the sword in his hand

: "...But, it's Junior Brother Jiang!"

But Junior Brother Jiang saved all the monks and the world time and time again in the Nanlan Secret Realm, Que City, and Shangxuan's Sword Dao Conference. Now, now, it is Kunlun who wants to attack him. !

No, not killing! I'm afraid that if Junior Brother Jiang falls into the hands of the sect master today, the consequences and end will be more terrible than death!

Seeing her flustered expression and unwillingness to back away, Li Songru sighed slightly and raised a hand——Wang Ruiyi subconsciously closed his eyes tightly, desperate in his heart... Is there anyone, is there anyone!

The expected severe pain did not come.

"Master Li, your opponent is me."

A gray-clothed figure descended from the sky, and with a flick of a jade hand, he easily deflected Li Songru's attacking palm on Wang Ruiyi.

Wang Ruiyi tremblingly opened his eyelids, and when he saw the person clearly, his eyes widened instantly.

"...Aunt Luozhen?"

The woman has an ordinary appearance, and she is reluctant to be called delicate. She is dressed in a gray and plain cloth robe, but there is an awe-inspiring sharpness and heroism between her eyebrows and eyes, and her deep eyes are like knives like swords. , as if it can pierce all the haze.

Being able to easily remove Li Songru's palm, this woman's cultivation base is definitely not inferior to him, and she has the cultivation base of the late stage of transforming gods!

As soon as the woman showed up, everyone present was shocked and almost screamed out!

——It turned out to be her? !

Langya Wang's genius who hides from the world, and the rumored Wang Luozhen who is even more cultivated than Wang Changying!

The eardrums seemed to be covered with a big quilt, and the surrounding area was darkened, but Jiang Yanqiu could only hear a dull reverberating hum.

His fingers suddenly curled up slightly.

Such a familiar voice...can't remember...where I heard it...

——If he is still conscious, he will definitely recognize the identity of that person at a glance.

——Because the door at his waist was still adorned with the broken jade pendant repaired with gold.

The quality of that jade pendant is not even considered inferior, but it cost eighty taels of spring red silver, and it was placed devoutly on his bedside; it was once broken into two petals in the Jiang family, but it was cherished by him Pick it up and repair it with priceless finance.

...Her voice and appearance are clearly the same as the long gone Chunhong.

Wang Ruiyi's eyes widened, and he asked hastily, "Auntie, your primordial spirit has come back after being reincarnated, isn't it still in seclusion?" At

that moment, Wang Luozhen paused slightly.

——It was a movement that desperately wanted to turn around, but was restrained.

Her expression softened for a moment, like a stone tablet carved by wind and sand.

For another moment, the door was cold and hard, like a lioness being threatened by a cub: "Master Li, if you want to do something to that child, you have to weigh it up, whether you can pass me!

" Qi took a deep breath, feeling bitter in his heart.

——What is the origin of this Jiang Yanqiu, so many gods and gods are rushing to protect him? How come even the Langya Wang family is attracted!

Wang Luozhen's great name is really known to everyone in the world of comprehension going back a hundred years.

This female cultivator was famous all over the world when she was studying in Kunlun. She is extremely talented and has superb swordsmanship. The sharp comments of people at the time on this kind of genius are very likely to become the next Yu Hanchao. It was only later that the primordial spirit was entrusted to the mortal gate for cultivation due to the catastrophe, and the discussion about this genius of the Wang family gradually ceased.

There are many rumors, but Wang Luozhen himself is withdrawn, taciturn, and has always been alone. He only knows a little bit or has some contact with the Xuan Rong fairy who grew up pampered by the Xuan family.

——Could it be for this reason that she just left the customs at this time, to stand up for the blood left by the old man?

"...I remember now."

Faced with Wang Ruiyi's doubts, she only left this sentence lightly, and then fought with Li Songru, and the fight broke out!

The powerful fighting skills of the two late-stage Transformation Gods, in an instant, the sky is dark, the sky is dark, the sand is flying, the sun and the moon are dark, and the magic energy gushing out of the Styx seems to be affected by it, and the fluctuations are a bit violent!

"Luozhen!" Li Songru scolded, "Do you know what you're doing!"

Wang Luozhen's face was as indifferent and silent as a woodcarving, with burning eyes: "I always know what I'm doing...Master Li, And do you know what you're doing?"

It was impossible to predict what would happen in the next second, and the people below were all sweating for them.

All the monks in Kunlun exchanged a glance - that Wang Luozhen, his cultivation has improved so far? Even against Li Songru, he didn't lose the wind!

Given time... Maybe there will be a second Riding Void Realm in the realm of cultivation!

The short and old female cultivator who spoke just now sighed and looked at Wang Luozhen with extremely complicated eyes.

"Everyone... It's time for us to take action."

——After all, today, at this moment, Wang Luozhen is not in the Void Realm!

All the cultivators of the God of Transformation swarmed up and formed a small magic circle, surrounding Li Songru and Wang Luozhen, and the hearts of their palms were shining together.

Wang Luozhen knocked down the cultivator who was besieging him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He suddenly turned his head and looked straight at the young man who had no idea of ​​life or death and was pulling all her attention, and was about to fly towards him.

"...Qiu'er!"

- This is a baby name that only one person can call.

Jiang Yanqiu's eyelids were almost closed, his whole body was cold, his eyes were black and red, and the blood that was winding down the sword blade on his chest had already flowed thickly. Some kind of medicine was applied to this sword blade, which sealed all his spiritual power, and even the phoenix blood could only flow slowly along it, making it difficult to heal the wound on his chest.

Who... is calling me...

Chun, Hong?

Am I already... dead?

Otherwise, how could he hear... Chunhong's voice...

He raised his head with difficulty, but he could barely see the lifeless outline of Yu Hanchao in the black and red world in front of him.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the tearing pain forced his sanity to return.

"...Sword, Zun?!"

Halfway through the voice, heart-piercing pain came from the wound.

Wang Luozhen stretched out his hand to him.

Jiang Yanqiu trembled and hugged Yu Hanchao tightly, trying to raise his arms.

The Kunlun cultivators formed seals with both hands, and finally the golden trapping formation took shape!

Wang Luozhen was pierced by countless invisible auras, and stretched out her arms with all her strength—wanted to reach that small, soft child who was crying in her arms so much that his nose wrinkled in aggrieved way.

I want to stuff him back into my body, so that I can protect him forever, so that he doesn't have to face the pain and wind and rain of the gate of the world.

"—Qiu'er!!"

Jiang Yanqiu blinked vigorously.

He could barely see anything.

But for some reason, his vision was blurred by unconscious tears.

With trembling hands, he grabbed Yu Hanchao's back with all his strength, groping for the other's eyebrows and contours, trying to put his wrist to the other's lips.

"Yu Hanchao, don't die...I beg you don't die..."

——Don't leave me.

But he forgot.

The medicine smeared on the blade of the sword entered his body, the Phoenix blood was sealed, and even his own wounds could not be healed.

Yu Han bowed his head, maintaining the posture of protecting him in his arms, motionless.

Jiang Yanqiu cried bitterly.

Li Songru watched all this with a sigh, and a cultivator who turned into a god whispered in his ear: "Master, the people of Fengqi Peak have been subdued. You expected it well, it really is not simple - it is two green luan, and a half-breed king bird." , were stopped by our people on the way to Luming."

Jiang Yanqiu hugged Yu Hanchao, whose body was getting colder, without any response to the outside world.

Li Songru turned around: "Let's do it."

He couldn't bear to watch any more.

However, in the next second, his eyes froze with a sigh.

Suddenly the door! The ground shook violently!

The devilish energy gushing out from the underground Styx surged instantly, more than doubling in thickness! It's almost like splitting the huge black mountain, piercing the sky and the earth!

Everyone wondered: "What's going on?!"

Hao Ren's face changed, "No!"

- He guessed right before! The real eruption period is far from coming!

In an instant, the soaring black column tore and devoured everything around the crater, and the hard rock was instantly crushed into powder, which merged with the magic energy and erupted upwards!

Oops!

The magic pillar and the earthquake that spread rapidly like a giant dragon will soon affect Jiang Yanqiu next to the abyss!

Li Songru's expression changed suddenly: "Bring him back quickly!"

The magic circle that entrains Qi is not ready yet, if it falls into it now, even Jiang Yanqiu will die!

However! The River Styx surged rapidly, and there was an extremely terrifying and dull roar from the bottom of the abyss! A new round of earthquakes and eruptions is approaching!

Just when Li Songru was about to bring people back desperately, Jiang Yanqiu's eyes, which could not see clearly at all, suddenly raised his head in their direction.

"Isn't it...you want me to be the eye..."

Holding Yu Hanchao's body that was getting colder tightly, his expression was numb, his heart seemed to have been cut alive, and he couldn't straighten up in pain.

"Okay... I promise..."

"Master's kindness will be honored... From now on, Kunlun and I will never owe each other."

He pressed Yu Hanchao's forehead and murmured: "When I draw this sword... Just feed you blood... you wait for me... I will definitely let you live..."

Kunlun got Yu Hanchao's body, I don't know what they will do...

it's better to bet...the only glimmer of hope... …

they will meet again on the river Styx at the end of the abyss.

He will let Yu Hanchao survive.

Jiang Yanqiu's already numb and stiff body moved slightly, strength gushed out from nowhere, and "looked" at the magic pillar that was approaching in front of him.

Then hugged Yu Hanchao tightly, closed his eyes, and rolled down.

——Volume 5 End——!

Chapter 152

Choo Choo Choo.

Yan Qiu opened her eyes with difficulty.

A ray of morning light shines in through the gaps in the sycamore wood, warming and comforting its nest covered with soft leaves and feathers.

The light was a bit dazzling, it yawned, shrunk into the depths of the nest, and then stretched out a small furry wing to cover its face.

The world fell back into darkness.

Yan Qiu shook her feathers in satisfaction, her small golden-red beak opened slightly, and she was about to fall back into dreams.

However, Tian failed to fulfill his wish.

Before it had time to enter the dreamland, it heard that annoying chirping sound again, as if there were several birds, chirping endlessly against its ears.

Yan Qiu opened her eyes angrily, and all drowsiness disappeared: "It's so early in the morning, why are you

making so much noise!" ——It also made a clear chirping sound.

It's just that its call is more beautiful and luxurious, full of mysterious and magical rhythms, even when it is losing its temper, it sounds extremely pleasant.

What woke it up were two big turquoise birds and a group of colorful and colorful little larks.

Yan Qiu turned over and faced them with her round buttocks and short tail feathers.

Two large turquoise birds have an extremely slender and smooth body, and their jewel-like feathers are shining in the sun. They looked at each other with helplessness on their faces, but more, they still looked at the golden-red little chubby in front of them endlessly. pampering and tenderness.

But the group of colorful little skylarks didn't care so much, even if they were disgusted by Yan Qiu, hearing its angry chirping sound, it was like drinking fake wine, the whole bird was ecstatic, pink, white, Brown ones, blue ones... Qiqi pounced into Yan Qiu's soft and comfortable nest, and huddled happily into a ball.

Yan Qiu, who was almost crushed by this group of fat birds: "..." "

—— Chirp!"

Its angry chirp resounded through the sky.

.After fully waking up, another half day passed.

Yan Qiu yawned, letting a big bird help her dress up.

In fact, it is grooming, and it is just straightening out its messy hair.

But it is really too small, the whole Chirp looks like a ball in the wind, the fluffy golden-red feathers are not majestic at all, and the short wingtips make one doubt whether it can drag this chubby bird Body.

"It's okay, go down, I'll do it myself." Yan Qiu said lazily.

The bird that helped it dress up respectfully stepped back, with a regretful expression on its face.

So, on the tall sycamore tree, only Yanqiu was left.

It flapped its wings and stood comfortably on the branch, overlooking the distant sunrise.

The large expanse of clouds is like a watercolor ink platform that has overturned the heaven, presenting incomparably magnificent colors, dominated by scarlet and gold, and gradually dyed into frosty maple, amber, and purple. The huge Pengkun sometimes turns into a fish and sometimes turns into a bird , constantly undulating among the vast and magnificent sea of ​​clouds, mirages and cloud whales puffing out mist, turning into fairyland-like towers.

You can see such scenes every day at the Phoenix Terrace where the stars can be picked by hand.

But it still looks extremely serious.

——Yes, Yanqiu is a phoenix.

Or rather, the last phoenix in the world.

When it was born, the whole Phoenix family had already ascended and fallen, and it had never even seen the face of its biological parents. It was hatched from the ignited sky fire.

Yan Qiu often sits in this place in a daze, for a whole day.

For their race, the passage of time is just a drop in the cosmic torrent.

——It took Yan Qiu a full 1,500 years to grow into a ball of hair the size of a palm.

But for some reason, after getting up today, it has been a little restless.

It's like... the chest is stuffy and swollen, and there is an unprecedented soreness, which makes Jiu feel very sad, as if he has forgotten something very important.

In the end, Yan Qiu attributed it to a dream she had yesterday.

In the dream... it seems to have become a monk of the human race, entered some kind of sect, has a stern-faced brother who looks like someone owes him money all day long, has a group of lively friends, and chats with friends in his spare time. As a companion, I invited three or five friends to go down the mountain to play, and I also experienced many crises and thrilling dangers, but most of them finally turned the danger into safety and cheered happily.

Seems like a wonderful, fulfilling life.

But it always feels lost and empty.

Because I always feel...

It seems to have forgotten some important people.

In the dream, the man's face was blurry, and he vaguely remembered that his black hair was like a waterfall, his white clothes were like snow, spotless, like the ice and snow on the top of a mountain that never melted, he was as cold as frost and as gentle as the first snow.

It seems that he likes that person very much.

Bao Jing looked at the lonely back of Yan Qiu on the Phoenix Terrace not far away, and said worriedly: "What's going on today, I've sighed for thirteen times.

" At the beginning: "Ah? Is there?"

The double pupil, as huge and beautiful as a precious mirror gem, rolled his eyes in an ungraceful manner.

It is better to count on a bare stone than to count on this lack of heart.

In the past two hundred years, the number of times Yan Qiu sighed has never been as many as it is today.

Xianlu not to your appetite? Do you miss your Majesty and Empress? There is still no little friend from the Phoenix family, a chirp is too lonely?

The old mother Baojing was very worried.

Bao Chen carelessly gnawed at a piece of fairy peach: "You are careless, you are thinking too much, your highness has grown up, and some of your own little secrets, little troubles, and normal things, so don't worry about it—thinking too much But, be careful of hair loss."

Before it finished speaking, the next second, it was kicked straight down from the branch of the sycamore tree, and through layers of floating clouds, it let out a miserable scream.

In situ, only the precious mirror with bulging veins on its head and a few feathers fluttering in the air remained.

The peeping little skylark chirped and gloated.

Master Baochen is not only short-hearted, but also short-mouthed.

You see, this has made Master Baojing angry again.

"Your Highness, what worries you recently? If you don't mind, you can talk to Bao Jing."

Behind her, the noble and beautiful Qingluan said softly.

Yan Qiu gave a muffled "hmm", hesitated for a while, and then said slowly: "You said...do people have past and present lives?" Bao Jing was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, and then replied: "I'm afraid there are

. But the human race is fragile, even if reincarnated, the primordial spirit and soul will be washed away by the river of forgetfulness, pure white as paper, unable to retain the memory of the previous life, and reborn into a brand new body, and the previous life can no longer be counted as the same person No. Unlike you, Your Highness, the phoenix nirvana, rebirth from the ashes, this is the real immortality, no matter how many times you come back, Your Highness is still Your Highness." After finishing speaking, Bao Jing smiled and said: "What's wrong? Your Highness is not Ordinary people

, why would you ask such a question?"

Yan Qiu: "I'm just asking...Bao Jing, tell me, is it possible that I was actually a human race in my previous life?"

Bao Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "How could it be? How could the only bloodline of the Empress Shanghe, the last phoenix in the world, be the reincarnation of a humble and fragile mortal?"

Yan Qiu subconsciously retorted after hearing this: "Humans are only weak, not humble. Moreover, among them there are The cultivators here are also very powerful, they may not be as good as us.”

… just like that person.

Baojing thought it was too young, Phoenix was auspicious, and he was born with a kind heart, full of compassion for all things, so he just smiled and coaxed: "Okay, your majesty is right, then I can eat up all the fruit puree for today." Is it? Look, our little Highness has starved to death."

Looking at her chubby belly and fleshy wing tips, Yan Qiu: "..."

Are you serious.

I always feel that Baojing is treating it like a child.

No, why does it say "when"? At its age, in Phoenix, isn't it just a little Jiujiu who is underage?

Yan Qiu tilted her head, her round eyes as wet as mung beans were full of doubts.

Forget it, it shouldn't matter.

The setting sun melts gold, the sunset above the clouds dyes half of the sky red, and the last ray of afterglow dances and sinks into the horizon, signaling the beginning of night.

Yan Qiu still had things to do, or rather, at this point, it was just time for him to start busy.

——It wants to purify the magic energy of the River Styx.

The little Chirp stood on the tall Phoenix Terrace, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The flow of wind and cloud suddenly changed.

Countless strands of dark and turbid devilish energy broke out from the ground, as if irresistible, and headed towards the towering Phoenix Terrace.

After the strands of devilish energy gathered, it had turned into an incomparably terrifying behemoth, ready to move, as if in the next second, a violent tornado could destroy the entire sycamore tree.

Yan Qiu opened his eyes.

That chubby little figure no longer looks clumsy and cute, but every move is full of indescribable majesty and nobility, divinity and compassion inherited from ancient times.

Its dark pupils shot out golden-red light, and its golden-red beak opened slightly, making a crisp cry. In the void, there seemed to be a huge and beautiful figure dragging its long tail feathers and spreading its wings.

Wherever it looks, the majestic and ferocious demonic energy is smashed open like a heavy blow, revealing the pure white clouds and the starry night sky. Under the majestic power of Yi Yi, he had no choice but to dissipate unwillingly.

All the birds held their breath, and couldn't help looking at this scene that was repeated every day, but still shocked the birds.

After doing all this, Yan Qiu was obviously extremely tired, her chubby figure staggered, and she was so sleepy that she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

The beautiful and elegant Qingluan watched Yan Qiu stumble and fly back to her comfortable nest, and the next second she snored and fell into a deep sleep, her heart ached from the pain.

Purifying the evil energy in the world is the inherent responsibility of the Phoenix family. But Bao Jing couldn't help but feel distressed: "Your Highness is only over a thousand years old, why should all this fall on its shoulders, why bother for the world..." Bao Chen knew that it was going to be cornered again, and said helplessly

: "Only His Highness can purify the demonic energy. Even if you and I want to share it, we don't have the ability." It

said so, but it actually felt very distressed.

But the little Highness is very sensible and brave. From the time when the shell was just broken, he was frightened by the magic energy and cried loudly. Now he actively purifies the magic energy every day and does not allow them to disturb him. It is already very powerful. It's a little phoenix.

Bao Jing knew this truth, but he was still angry, and said inhumanely: "The human race is cunning and selfish, and now relying on the fact that there is still a young highness in the clan, they will try to shirk the suppression of the evil spirit in every possible way, and neither party will stand up. If your highness Someday I won’t do it anymore... Humph!"

When the world first opened, there was no distinction between clear and turbid, and later there were dragons and phoenixes, monsters, and human races... These races can only live on spiritual energy, and demonic energy is nothing to them. It is highly poisonous, they work together to split a river of Styx, pull and suppress the devilish energy here, Phoenix is ​​merciful, and takes the initiative to claim the task of purifying the devilish energy, so that all races can thrive.

But with the first tribulation of dragon and phoenix and the great prosperity of the human race, this balance was quietly broken again.

Demonic energy is everywhere in the world.

It produces evil thoughts and desires with people.

The great prosperity of the human race, the emergence of capable people in the clan, followed by the violent surge of demonic energy, and the surging day and night of the Styx River; while the fall of the Feng clan, the ascension of the ascension, gradually disappeared from the past, and now, only Yanqiu is left alone.

The balance is at stake.

The inheritance of the race is engraved in the blood. Yan Qiu still fulfills the original promise of the Feng Clan. The human race gradually multiplies and prospers. With sect disputes and family feuds, they are only busy fighting, plundering and expanding their own power. Who would be willing to stand up and do those things that harm oneself and benefit others, and be responsible for the increasingly raging Styx.

That's why Baojing was so annoyed, thinking that his little Highness was too kind-hearted and suffered a great loss.

Yan Qiu, who knew nothing about the psychological activities of Qingluan, her short-sleeper, buried her chubby body in her wings tiredly and comfortably, and was about to sleep for three poles a day.

However, the sky failed to fulfill his wish.

again.

When it was forcibly awakened from the dream for the second time, it was outraged.

"—— Chirp!"

His eyes vacated.

It was picked up.

It was a boy with a strange and evil appearance.

The curly black hair was tied up and combed to one side, his skin was pale, his dark pupils were deeper than ink, and there was a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Little Fat Bird," Shi Wudu said casually, "What time is it, I can't afford it."!

Chapter 153

What, it turned out to be Shi Wudu.

Yan Qiu's whole bird was held in the palm of the hand and held flat on the chest. Although the man's tone was casual, the way he held him was very sophisticated.

It rolled its eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

Shi Wudu is a half-dragon.

Why is it half, because his father is a dragon, and his mother is a famous warrior of the demon clan.

In other words, it was a dragon hybrid.

But looking at this life experience now, it is not unusual. The dragon clan is the same as the phoenix clan. After the first catastrophe, the family has declined. Up to now, there is no pure blood dragon in the whole continent. The last one is Shi Wudu's father, who refused to marry the dragon girl because he rebelled and loved freedom all his life. , Instead, they got together with the Demon Clan, so the last pure-blooded dragon of the Dragon Clan disappeared.

This seems to be some kind of signal.

Some kind of signal that the situation is changing, the stars are changing, and the times are changing.

Although, Shi Wudu still likes to come to the Phoenix Terrace to harass it. From more than a thousand years ago to now, he never tires of it. And because it broke its shell earlier than Yanqiu, it has always brazenly regarded itself as its elder brother-except for relying on Yanqiu not yet transformed into a form to bully him, the others seem to have no sense of being an older brother.

But since Shi Wudu went to travel in the world a hundred years ago, he has grown and matured rapidly as if he had been completely reborn. There are often complex emotions in the eyes, which are really beyond the comprehension range of a little fat chirp.

Now when the two of them stay together, Shi Wudu finally looks like an elder brother.

Yan Qiu yawned a little: "When did you come back?"

Shi Wudu: "It's not big or small, call me brother - I just came back this morning to see you, and I came to see you in a hurry, Little heartless."

Yan Qiu couldn't help but rolled her eyes again.

Forget it, it's in a good mood and doesn't care about this dragon.

Shi Wudu was sitting on the edge of the glittering Phoenix Terrace, with one arm resting on his bent knee, and Yan Qiu was eating breakfast on the soft cushion prepared by the mirror. The two of them sat side by side and watched together. The sky is full of clouds, colorful fog, rolling clouds and soothing clouds, and the atmosphere is rare and harmonious.

Shi Wudu looked at the endless sky in the distance, his eyes were deep and far away.

As usual, Yan Qiu stayed well at the Phoenix Terrace, and would not have the slightest interest in Shi Wudu's experience of traveling in the lower realms.

But for some reason, it suddenly remembered the dream it had the day before yesterday.

In the dream, there are magnificent mountains and rivers, like-minded friends... and that person.

It hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Shi Wudu, what is there in the mortal world?"

Shi Wudu's thoughts returned to the cage, and he turned his head to look at him: "Why? Interested?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, but Yan Qiu reluctantly "chirped".

"It's very interesting... The human race fights against each other, fights with the sky, with people, and fights for unknown so-called things. It's a lot of fun." He chuckled lightly: "If you want to play, don't tell me earlier, I'll take you down. "

Yan Qiu's eyes lit up, and after a long while, he said again: "Let's do it another day... I have to purify the magic energy every night. I come and go, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up on the way." Shi Wudu sneered:

" You care about the flood of the Styx River, anyway, if the sky falls, first smash those stupid and selfish human races to death, and you, the Phoenix Terrace, will not be flooded." Yan Qiu, the whole bird, sighed old-fashionedly, and squinted at Shi

Wudu , as if watching a naughty child: "It's easy for you to say, if the world is really destroyed, you and I can escape. What about Baojing Baochen, other birds, and those monsters, humans, and all creatures?" Shi Wudu: "It's none of my business, destruction is destruction, I'm so happy——I wish that Styx would get out of control now and turn this world into a mess

." Chaotic mouth Hey Dragon. Therefore, it didn't notice that in Shi Wudu's eyes, there was a hidden deep shadow flashing past.

Seeing that Yan Qiu didn't seem very happy, Shi Wudu put on a smile again: "Little Fat Bird, when will you marry me?" Yan Qiu sprayed out a mouthful of fairy dew, and she was three feet away from Shi Wudu in an instant

. Looking at this pervert in horror: "...What did you say?!"

Seeing him resisting so much, Shi Wudu's face sank, and he seemed a little unhappy and said: "Why, remember to purify the devil's energy and protect the common people with your blood talent, Only you don’t remember your engagement with me?”

——He was talking about a joke at a gathering long, long ago when the Dragon and Phoenix clans were still in their heyday. good.

Shi Wudu plausibly said: "You are the only phoenix left in the world, who else do you want to find? Who else is worthy of you? Well, let me count as one. Although the blood is not pure, I can still fight well. A silly little fat bird like you, if someone sells it and counts the money for it, it’s fine to sit under my nose and watch.” Yan Qiu’s whole bird was messed up: “You pervert! Didn’t you

always Do you want to be my brother! You are incest!"

Shi Wudu showed doubts: "...Aren't you a Phoenix? Does Phoenix pay attention to this? When the dragon and phoenix clans were at their peak, there were only a few hundred of them. Anyone who is not related, I don’t care about those who are really related by blood, let alone, I’m just your brother in name.” Yan Qiu: “

... Anyway, it’s not possible! It’s too perverted!”

Good guy, after finishing this sentence, Yan Qiu was puzzled in her heart.

Yes, isn't intermarriage of relatives very common in the Feng clan? Why did it have a chill when it heard about it, and felt that it was too perverted to talk about love with brothers and sisters? ?

It couldn't figure it out, and could only forcibly explain it as the influence of that weird dream.

But fortunately, Shi Wudu didn't care, but casually touched the soft feathers on the top of its head: "You are still young, you haven't enlightened yet, how can such a big bird know what love is?" Yan

Qiu Subconsciously want to refute.

— it knows.

That human race with black hair like waterfalls and white clothes better than snow.

Chirp likes it very much.

I want to get close to him, I want to be close to him, I want to be a happy mandarin duck with him who doesn't envy the gods.

Want to be with him for the rest of my life.

.Shi Wudu came and went in a hurry.

He seemed very busy these days, with deep or meaningful expressions on his face, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

After he left, Yan Qiu was stunned for a rare moment.

It has been in a daze for the past two days, more than the past two years combined.

Bao Jing began to feel anxious again, and Bao Chen felt that if this situation continued, his feathers would be bald before the other party.

Unexpectedly, after Shi Wudu left, the Phoenix Terrace welcomed another guest.

It's been a busy two days.

Hearing Baojing say that the visitor reported himself as "Kunlun Lord", Yanqiu was stunned.

——Mr. Kunlun?

For some reason, this name is inexplicably familiar.

But I don't know where I heard it.

Bao Jing smiled and said: "Your Highness, of course I haven't heard of it. You were not born at that time." At that time,

there was no one from the Feng family in this world. There was no Phoenix Spirit Fire, and the world's spiritual energy was withered. The newborn little phoenix cannot be hatched.

Baojing worked hard and used the Kunlun stone to ignite a cluster of heavenly fire to successfully hatch the phoenix egg. Otherwise, there would be nothing wrong with Yanqiu.

"Speaking of which, we still have to thank this Kunlun lord. The phoenix egg aura left by the lord and queen suddenly stagnated and drove me crazy. If it wasn't for the Kunlun lord who lent me the Kunlun stone , Your Highness will be in danger." When mentioning this old incident, Bao Jing's tone was a little apprehensive.

It turned out to be like this...

Yan Qiu couldn't help being a little curious about this Kunlun Lord.

This name sounds as majestic as a mountain, as elegant as a green pine, and I don't know what kind of fairy is worthy of such an elegant name.

Because Mr. Kunlun was born as a human cultivator, to show respect, Bao Jing and Bao Chen specially changed their Taoist bodies into human forms. Baojing’s Dao body is a noble and beautiful woman with a green skirt, and Bao Chen is a handsome and smiling male cultivator—but as far as Yan Qiu knows, Qingluan’s body is actually gender-neutral. That is to say, the two of them can completely pinch the Tao body into opposite genders.

Yanqiu was still unable to change form, it grabbed the clothes on Baochen's shoulders with its two small claws, shook the golden feathers on its chest majestically, and then received Kunlun Lord's visit together.

In the reception hall, the man was dressed in plain white clothes without any decorations, and his black hair was scattered like a waterfall. He was facing them with his back, looking at the decoration on a pillar.

These gorgeous palaces, pillars and murals were created by the clansmen living in groups at the Phoenix Terrace before Yanqiu was born, and the superhuman skillful craftsmen were extremely skilled.

Now they are all gone, but Yanqiu prefers her nest on the sycamore tree branches, so she seldom comes here.

Hearing the sound of someone's footsteps, Mr. Kunlun turned his head and nodded slightly in salute: "I'm sorry to bother you."

——The moment he turned his head and spoke, Yan Qiu was suddenly stunned.

An indescribable and complex emotion that cannot be described in any words filled its chest in an instant, making the whole bird stunned and motionless.

Not just him.

The first thing that Kunlun Lord looked at was not the romantic and beautiful Baochen and the treasure mirror, but the chubby and round Yanqiu on Baochen's shoulders.

——Many times before, guests regarded it as a plush decoration on Baochen's clothes.

Contrary to Yan Qiu's guess, Mr. Kunlun is a very young and handsome man.

His figure is like a tall and straight pine snow, exuding a cold breath, his face full of classical sense is sharp and angular, his temples are cut like knives, his eyes are like frost, and his light amber pupils look a little cold.

It was as if he had suddenly lost his memory and forgot how to write the words "etiquette" and "self-cultivation". He stared at Yan Qiu fixedly, his palms clenched instantly, his pupils shrank, and he didn't react for a long time.

Fortunately, Bao Jing and Bao Chen were too busy dealing with the dazed young Highness to notice his gaffe.

After a long time, Yan Qiu came back to his senses, and tweeted crisply: "Mr. Kunlun, it is better to see once than to hear a hundred times. I have admired a great name for a long time." ——This

is what Bao Jing taught him just now, even if you have never heard of the other party's name, you can't Just to tell the truth, everyone said "I have admired my name for a long time", otherwise some people whose minds are smaller than the tip of a needle may still hold grudges in their hearts.

Yan Qiu took a few more glances at the other party.

It looks much better than it imagined.

——Renxiu, who is more than a thousand years old, is said to be very old in the human race. He thought the other party would be a gray-haired grandfather.

From this point of view, he is quite worthy of the title "Kunlun Jun".

Unexpectedly, the man nodded slightly, and said with a natural expression: "'Kunlun Lord' is just a title given to me by the world. I was abandoned at the foot of Kunlun Mountain since I was a child. I was raised by the spirit of Lingshan, so I got such a title. My real name is Yu Ci."

Compassion means love. This is the name engraved on the jade pendant for him by his parents who have never met.

Baojing and Baochen: "..."

Did they lose their memory?

I met them just now, did this person just nod his head and call himself Lord Kunlun, and didn't say anything else.

After Yan Qiu heard about it, she instantly resonated and felt sympathy for the person in front of her.

Coincidentally, it also had no father and no mother since it was a child. It was a lonely chirp, and was brought up by the old father and mother, Baojing and Baochen. Their relationship with Yanqiu should be like the essence of Kunlun Lingshan to Kunlun Jun.

Yu Ci looked at it quietly, his eyes were very gentle: "I've heard about it for a long time, so it's better to see it once. The noble and compassionate Phoenix, when I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation." The

feathers are brighter.

Baochen's gaze became even more strange.

Mr. Kunlun...is he such a talking character?

Isn't it rumored that he is indifferent, reticent and doesn't like to chat with others?

Baojing looked at Yanqiu with an extremely kind and gratifying gaze. With the filter of his old mother, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the famous Kunlun Lord praising His Highness.

Isn't this fluffy and round body, short and round little wings, and trembling feathers not noble, graceful, and elegant enough?

But then again.

Yan Qiu knew very little about Lord Kunlun, or even completely ignorant, but Bao Jing and Bao Chen knew it very well.

This one just looks young and plainly dressed, but he is by no means a simple person. Even if he jumped out of the human race and looked at the entire continent, he was a genius and a natural ascetic who was rare in a thousand years.

Kunlun is beautiful and full of aura. It has always been a place for all ethnic groups to contend for, and it has been in disputes all year round. But since Yu Ci Hengkong was born a thousand years ago, in just over ten years, he has delineated Kunlun's sphere of influence with absolute and powerful strength-to put it in a popular way, it is to wipe out all ethnic groups. The clothes were beaten away, leaving Lingshan in a detached state, free from coveted by any forces.

What is even more admirable or that makes a small number of people complain is that although Mr. Kunlun was born in the human race, he is very fair and just, and never favors or encourages the arrogance of any party. Was mercilessly blasted out.

Only a small number of people know that Yu Ci is just born cold and indifferent, and has no interest in wealth, power, and territory that ordinary people pursue all their lives.

These years passed quickly in my mind, but Bao Jing didn't show it at all, and there was a decent smile from the beginning to the end: "Since Mr. Kunlun and His Highness hit it off and hit it off very well, if you don't dislike it, you might as well stay here for a longer time."

What was surprising again was that Yu Ci not only did not refuse outright, but even readily agreed: "Well, I'm sorry to bother you."!

Chapter 154

Diaolianghuadong and Yuyu Qionglou's Fenghuang Terrace, a group of little larks chirping.

"Is that Mr. Kunlun?"

"Yes, Jiu." "

What is he here for? Why does he stay with His Highness every day?"

"I don't know about Jiu, but His Highness seems to like him very much." Yeah."

"He looks quite good-looking."

"What's the matter, don't all the human races look the same?"

"That's right, the most beautiful thing in the world is our little Highness~ Looking at the noble figure of the little Highness every day, listening Hearing His Highness's beautiful chirp, I'm about to faint chirp~" Yan Qiu's face was darkened, she turned her head and gave a warning glance, a group of colorful little larks let out a joyous "chirp chirp chirp" laugh, and then she was coaxed And scattered.

Yan Qiu sighed old-fashionedly, trying to make himself look more mature and stable: "I made you laugh, Mr. Kunlun." The man shook his head: "It's okay, just call me Yu Ci." Yu Ci glanced at the little Mao Tuan sitting beside

him

With a glance, the fingers curled up a bit.

It seems that I really want to touch the fur that looks so good to the touch.

But that would be too disrespectful to Fenghuang, his expression remained unchanged, he was always indifferent, but he sighed regretfully in his heart.

Pity.

They are very different in size, personality and experience, but they hit it off unexpectedly.

Although Yu Ci is as indifferent and majestic as rumors on the surface, unattainable, he is very easy-going in private, and once even offered to propose that if Yan Qiu is too lazy to fly, he can sit on his shoulders.

Bao Jing and Bao Chen turned pale with fright, for fear that His Royal Highness would accidentally offend the Kunlun Lord, but Yan Qiu didn't care, and wanted to fly to Yu Ci's shoulder with a few flaps of his wings.

...Not good, I'm too full to eat, and some can't fly.

It was alarmed in its heart, fearing that it would fly half off in shame in front of Yu Ci, and its fleshy wings flapped harder and harder——Jun Kunlun raised his arms and took them carefully in his palms.

Yan Qiu's body gave a small meal, and then slowly relaxed, like a leak, and comfortably rolled into a bird cake.

——Because Yu Ci finally couldn't hold back, and touched its smooth and soft feathers with his hands.

It was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Well... my body is not fully grown, so I occasionally have embarrassing situations where I can't fly. It will be fine when I become an adult. The adult Phoenix looks very good-looking!"

Yu Ci said "hmm", and there seemed to be a flash of a smile in his eyes: "It's okay, it looks good as it is now." As he said, he couldn't hold back, and squeezed the tips of Yan Qiu's wings

.

Yan Qiu: "..."

I really didn't expect Mr. Kunlun to have such a familiar personality.

However, since Yu Ci came, Yan Qiu's life has become much more interesting, and she doesn't feel lonely and lonely like before.

Although there are many birds in the Phoenix Terrace, as well as Baochen and Baojing who have worked so hard to break their hearts, there is always something missing.

...Maybe it is because it is their little Highness. As the last phoenix, it has to grow up quickly and take charge of its own side. It has many troubles and confusions, and cannot really confide in them.

Mr. Kunlun is a man of few words, but he listens carefully to every word Yan Qiu said—the monotonous and repetitive life in Phoenix Terrace every day, the complaints about Baochen and Baojing Taihu, the hard work of purifying the demonic energy, There is a longing for the mortal life in the rumors.

"I heard that they will grind a plant into powder, fill it with stuffing made of sesame and red bean paste, knead it into balls, boil them in boiling water into round things called 'tangyuan', and sprinkle a little sweet-scented osmanthus at the end And brown sugar." Yan Qiu looked fascinated and swallowed quietly, "It must be very delicious, no wonder I heard that ordinary people can only eat it on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month." "Yes." Yu Ci held it in the palm of his hand

, holding it with one hand, "If you like it, I can bring you with me next time, and you can taste it without the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Yu Ci would occasionally tell it about himself. What he has seen and heard, the monsters and monsters he defeated one by one despite being provocative, and the memories of being raised by Lingshan in his youth.

Yan Qiu's eyes lit up when he heard it.

It has never left the Phoenix Terrace since it was born, and Shi Wudu is very stinky now, he doesn't know what important things to be busy with all day long, he only says that it is still young, and it doesn't understand what it means to be sinister.

Every story and every knowledge of Mr. Kunlun sounds so thrilling and magnificent.

Hearing Yu Ci's invitation, it almost wanted to agree on the spot, but then remembered something, and said discouragedly: "Forget it... The Phoenix Terrace is too far away from the mortal world, it comes back and forth, and it's too late to come back at night."

Chirp's little voice is limp, cute and pitiful.

It's the same reason as the last time I refused to cross the teacher.

Yu Ci looked at him quietly: "It's so hard to purify the demonic energy, can't you live without it for a day?"

Yan Qiu nodded lazily.

The main reason is that there is only Chiu left in their Laofeng family, and no one takes turns with him.

After the shell was broken, Yanqiu's awakened blood talent told it that as a phoenix, it was its bounden duty to purify the demon energy and protect the common people, something only it could do. Now the world's demonic energy is surging, if it is slack today, maybe tomorrow, unknown small countries and cities will be captured by the demonic energy and reduced to lifeless ruins and dead cities.

Yan Qiu couldn't help feeling sorry for this new friend.

I couldn't even play with him in the lower realm...

Unexpectedly, Yu Ci's expression didn't change at all, but said: "Just tell me, whether you want it or not."

Yan Qiu was stunned.

Bao Jing taught it that at this time and in this context, the other party is likely to be polite, and you have to be careful, even if you really want it, you can't say it to trouble others.

What's more, Mr. Kunlun is not even acquainted with him, but just a guest who passed by and came to visit.

But for some reason, it has an inexplicable impulse and confidence at the moment.

——As long as he nods, no matter what request, no matter what wish, the other party will fulfill it for him.

After reacting, Yan Qiu found that she had already made a small "chirp".

he thought.

"Well," Jun Kunlun said lightly, "Leave it to me."

Bao Jing and Bao Chen's shock when they found out that His Royal Highness had been abducted will not be mentioned.

When Yu Ci held her in her arms and flew with the sword, Yan Qiu's eyes almost popped out.

...Ahhhhhh so fast!

The silver-white flying sword flew thousands of miles overnight, and in an instant, a sharp streamline was drawn across the sky, leaving behind a very narrow and long cloud trail.

The hunting wind blows people's eyes, but it can't blow Yan Qiu's body at all——Yu Ci holds it in his arms, raises his wide sleeves to cover it in front of it, there is no turbulence in the air, just like walking on the ground generally.

Even though the wind was strong, Yan Qiu bumped up and pulled it up twice, looking curiously at the scenery under her feet through Yu Ci's wide sleeves that shielded her from the wind.

The undulating mountains are like blue dragons, entrenched in the fertile soil at the foot; the lakes and lakes under the sun are brighter than the most precious glass mirrors, embedded in them; Painting-style fields and rivers dotted like silver belts form small villages, towns, and countries.

Humans, monsters, spirits, monks...

all things live together on this land.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Yan Qiu's heart.

——This is the clan and it, the human world that has been guarded for generations.

Lord Kunlun deserves to be Lord Kunlun.

With Yanqiu's footsteps, he could fly a distance that would take less than half a day, and he flew it in less than a stick of incense.

Yan Qiu's eyes were shining.

If this is the case, it may be possible to go back and forth within a day.

When they came to a bustling city, Yu Ci cast a blindfold, so no one would think it was strange that they suddenly appeared alone.

So this is the mortal capital that Shi Wudu said before!

The "country bird" who entered the city for the first time showed shocking eyes.

... so many people!

On both sides of the street paved with bluestone slabs, there are countless teahouses, wine shops, workshops, and pawnshops, row upon row, with colorful flags waving, and vendors with pavements yelling and selling directly along the street. The girl wearing silver hairpins laughed and laughed with her companions, carrying the new products just found in the cosmetics shop, and the child with a shaved head and braids was hugged by his father, chewing on his fingers, and looking at the world curiously.

Trapped in Yu Ci's arms, Yan Qiu looked at the world curiously and shocked.

This is a completely different feeling from the human world it just looked down on from the flying sword.

It turned out that it was just a small square city, but there were so many human races and so many creatures.

They live and work here in peace and contentment, eating tea, drinking, reading, watching theater, doing business... they work hard, but they are also full of vitality.

Yu Ci hugged him and walked forward as if no one else was there. Even though he had restrained his cultivation and the aura around him, his calm and majestic aura and majestic and indifferent eyes still made the passers-by automatically avoid and cast their gazes quietly. Come curious stares.

What a handsome man, what a...uh, what a round bird.

Because the pedestrians were not crowded, it was also lucky that Yan Qiu was not squeezed into a bird cake.

Finally, they stopped at an unremarkable, steaming booth.

Seeing the guests, the boss greeted warmly: "Hot and sweet glutinous rice balls! A large bowl costs two pennies! Do you want a bowl of glutinous rice balls, brother!"

Tangyuan!

Yan Qiu's little claws instantly grabbed Yu Ci's sleeves tightly, her round eyes opened wide.

"Two bowls."

The boss served them glutinous rice balls with a smile on his face. Seeing that the little brother raised a cute bird, he even added a few extra peanuts and lotus seeds for them.

That sea bowl was bigger than Jiang Yanqiu's entire body.

If it stumbled and fell into it, it would cause a tragedy that would embarrass the entire Feng family. Yu Ci personally scooped it out with a spoon to cool it down before feeding it.

Yanqiu bit the glutinous rice flour skin with a small golden-red beak, and ate the black sesame stuffing inside: "..."

His pupils trembled!

What a peerless delicacy!

It almost turned into a weeping bird with a bird's head. When others saw it, they didn't know how it was being treated harshly by Baojing Baochen who fed xianlu fairy fruit puree every day.

woo woo woo.

A little Chirp couldn't lift his head after eating.

Seeing this, Mr. Kunlun didn't say a word, but with a smile on the end of his eyes, he slowly fed him two bowls of glutinous rice balls one by one.

...

After eating and drinking enough, Yanqiu burped a little.

Its chubby body ate as many glutinous rice balls as its own, and it became more and more plump. It was so difficult that it couldn't even move the tips of its wings.

The instigator wiped its mouth, held it back into his arms, and gently rubbed its belly through the feathers to help it digest.

Yan Qiu couldn't help sighing: "If I don't become a phoenix in the future, maybe I will become a cook."

If Bao Jing heard this, he might chuckle: "Your Highness, what do you mean by 'not being a phoenix in the future'-you are originally Phoenix."

But when Yu Ci heard the words, she just gave a faint "hmm".

"Then I'll wait and be your first diner."!

Chapter 155

When rushing back to the Phoenix Terrace from the mortal world, it was already dusk and the stars and fields were drooping.

The bright moonlight filled the ground like running water, and Yan Qiu was still immersed in today's mortal journey, unable to extricate herself, a high-pitched "Your Highness—!" made it tremble.

...Too bad, I forgot to tell Baojing and the others before I left.

The golden-red Niaotuanzi was obediently lying on the cushion, Baojing and Baochen were on the left and right, all anxious and frightened, chattering around him.

"Your Highness! Even if you want to play in the lower realm, why don't you let us know? Do you know that we almost turned the entire Phoenix Terrace upside down this whole day, and we are almost dying of anxiety!" Yan Qiu tweeted guiltily

. : "...I'm already fifteen hundred years old, and I'm not a child. What big things can happen."

Bao Jing flashed back to his mind all day long, "Your Highness was mistaken for a fat chicken and was caught by mortals like this and that. "In one hundred horror scenes, several of the turquoise tail feathers were frightened, and he immediately retorted: "You have not yet transformed, and your body is still so immature, what if you are captured by someone!" "...

Isn't Lord Kunlun with me?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Qiu immediately sold his teammates and moved Yu Ci out: "Looking around the world now, who else is the opponent of Lord Kunlun? There is nothing to worry about."

Baojing: "..."

She was speechless.

In this world, if you meet someone who even Mr. Kunlun can't handle, then Yan Qiu, the little phoenix who has not yet transformed, will not be able to escape far.

Bao Chen said softly: "Your Highness, Bao Jing and I are just too worried about you, you went down to the world without even saying hello, we have to scare ourselves here." Yan Qiu lowered her head and obediently admitted her mistake: "... Got

it , but I have never been to the mortal world to see it, if it is not for the coincidence that Lord Kunlun is here, maybe there will be no chance to go down and see it in the next few hundred years." It has such a pitiful little appearance, and the precious

mirror Suddenly my heart softened, and I immediately reflected on whether I had said too much just now.

Their little Highness is well-behaved and sensible. In order to purify the demonic energy, he has never left the Phoenix Terrace for so many years, and has never seen the outside world... Thinking of this, she immediately hugged Yan Qiu into her arms to comfort her, He glared at Bao Chen and said, "Your Highness is sensible enough, but it's just for fun in the lower realms, what are you doing so fiercely?" Bao Chen: "..." Thinking of this, Bao Jing looked at Yu Ci very

gratefully

: "Mr. Kunlun, Your Highness has been detained in the Phoenix Terrace for so many years, and has no friends of the same age by her side, and has always been very lonely... It didn't intend to pester you to play around. I can see that Your Highness actually likes you very much. "

Yu Ci gave a "hmm" and his face was as usual: "It's okay, I also hit it off with Yan Qiu, and I took the initiative to take him to the lower realm." Yan Qiu on the cushion glanced at him secretly, and gave Mr. Kunlun a "

you It's very good" look.

Hmm... Bao Jing Bao Chen has finally passed this test.

——Hey, it is gearing up, where should we go to play next time!

Ever since she had such a handy human-shaped imperial sword (...), Yan Qiu flew thousands of miles away with a heart, wishing to pester Yu Ci to take it to the lower world every day.

Mr. Kunlun has always allowed everything.

Sometimes they go to the theater to watch plays, sometimes they mix among the merchants in teahouses and listen to people's stories, sometimes they simply eat in an alley from the street to the end of the alley, and sometimes they just sit on the high city wall and watch the tea. Looking at the burning clouds in the sky and the endless wilderness in the distance, I do nothing, think about nothing, and just do nothing for a whole day.

It seems that he wants to make up for the food, drink, and entertainment that Yan Qiu was detained in Fenghuangtai in the past.

It is so used to by Mr. Kunlun. I don't know how such a kind and caring and patient man was passed down as a vicious and murderous god by various tribes.

Holding it in Yu Ci's hand, he pecked at the candied haws that Mr. Kunlun fed to his mouth, and sighed in his heart: No wonder that guy Shi Wudu didn't want to come back after seeing the prosperity of the world in the lower realm, and he ran down every now and then. .

Such a comfortable day, change it every day.

The only fly in the ointment is that I have to rush back to purify the magic energy every night.

In times of peace and prosperity, the evil energy in the world is always less than in times of disaster, but even so, there is only one phoenix in Yanqiu, and he is still very busy every night.

Although the phoenix is ​​naturally auspicious and restrains evil spirits, so much devilish energy will not do anything to it, but Yanqiu still feels uncomfortable when the devilish energy flows through the limbs and bones.

"I'm not dead, I can't do my job when I'm paralyzed at home all day, and I have to talk too much. It's easier for everyone to die sooner..." "

This little widow is all attractive, but her temper is too strong. I have to drag it to the field when no one is around, so that I can enjoy myself..." "

Hey, the year is not good, Erya, you only got so much rations..." "

Such a small benefit is not enough. Do you want me to take the risk of doing things for him? Huh, I will be fooling around in front of the Holy Spirit..."

It frowned, as if it had personally experienced those negative emotions and dark thoughts buried in its heart.

The human race... is really complicated.

There are times when it appreciates and sympathizes with it, and there are also times like this when it doesn't like it very much.

finally.

Yan Qiu opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and looked at Yu Ci who had been waiting beside him with sparkling eyes: "Where are we going to play tomorrow!" Yu Ci didn't answer, but watched quietly

. It: "Is the process of purifying the devil's energy painful?" Yan Qiu gave a "huh" and thought for a while

and said, "It's actually not bad."

I have been to many prosperous capitals, and I have also seen many human beings whose lives are extremely difficult, or who have suffered natural and man-made disasters.

Only then did it realize that there are still people in this world who are living such a difficult life.

Compared with them, it seems that the pain of purifying the magic energy is not too unbearable.

But Yu Ci lowered his eyes and said: "Over the past few days, I have gradually developed an idea."

"I want to establish a sect in the name of 'Kunlun'."

Yan Qiu: "...ah?

"

They will continue to recruit disciples and pass it on from generation to generation. This group of people who come from the same source will form a sect." Yan Qiu seemed to understand: "Oh...then what's the point of doing this

? Is it useful?"

Yu Ci glanced at him: "It's the human race that I'm sorry for you first, so... I want to create a group of people with profound cultivation and common ambitions, who will pass on from generation to generation and shoulder the responsibility of suppressing demons From now on, you will be free."

Yan Qiu: "..."

He was stunned for a while, never expecting that Mr. Kunlun would give such a reason.

He wants to set up a sect called "Kunlun"... just to train a human monk who can help it purify the devil's energy?

It didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the whole Chirp was a little moved. It waved its wings and said, "Thank you very much...but no need." It said earnestly: "Humans are different from Phoenixes

. It is not a joke to have a huge impact on the meridians and lungs, even if it is a monk. If the meridians go retrograde and suffer severe injuries, if the meridians go retrograde and suffer severe injuries, and if they go crazy or even lose their lives, this is not a joke." Yu Ci looked at it seriously: "Yes,

How can I have the heart to let you suffer so much in this life."

Yan Qiu tilted her head to look at him, and rubbed her head affectionately on the back of Yu Ci's hand: "But I am a phoenix, and this is my responsibility... Now I don't feel that it is a painful thing to purify the devilish energy every day, because I know that after finishing today's work, I can go to play with you." After saying these words, it concealed

He coughed twice, as if he was also a little embarrassed, and changed the subject casually: "Ahem, but if it's just suppression, maybe there will be monks who can do it in the future. After all, the human race is really hardworking and smart... maybe Theoretically speaking, if half of the blood of the monster is indeed feasible... Huh, it's far away..."

Time flies, time flies.

It has been more than half a year since Mr. Kunlun said that he "just passed by the Phoenix Terrace to visit".

In the past six months, Yan Qiu has lived more fulfillingly than the previous thousand years combined.

Even Baojing and Baochen secretly wondered from the beginning, "How long is Mr. Kunlun planning to stay?" to later, "It's all right, as long as your highness is happy, Mr. Kunlun can just move his family here in the future."

Even the little skylarks have gotten used to Yu Ci's presence, and they no longer flutter their wings and feathers in fright when they see his cold face.

On this day, when Yan Qiu and Yu Ci went to the mortal world...

suddenly and keenly realized that something was wrong.

...It's so lively on the street today.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, silver flowers and fire trees, and crowds are bustling.

The ten-mile long street, full of empty valleys at the beginning of the city, is like a torch. On the second floor of the restaurant hangs lantern riddles engraved with the patterns of the Chinese zodiac. The bright red lion dancers dexterously cross the fire circle, attracting a friendly crowd. Children eating candy and laughing are gathered in front of the shadow puppet show. Young men and women are dressed in fancy clothes and brocade cloaks, talking and laughing, watching lanterns and flowers together.

——The east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain.

"It's the Lantern Festival."

Yan Qiu watched all this for a long time with bright lanterns and bright fireworks dancing in his bright pupils.

Yu Ci stood with his hands behind his back, his painting style was obviously fairy-like, cool and ascetic, but there was a fluffy golden bird squatting on his shoulder, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Here, no one knows that he is the famous Kunlun Lord, and no one knows that he is the last noble phoenix in the world. Attracting passers-by to watch, Mr. Kunlun himself was not at all uncomfortable: "Are you going to put lanterns by the river

?"

They are making a pious wish with a bright lantern in their hands, and let them fly together.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qiu said.

"This is called a sky lantern, which is released by mortals to pray to the heavens."

Yan Qiu thought to himself, it lives in the sky, and it has never seen a light floating up in all these years.

But do as the Romans do.

It was also very excited to celebrate the Shangyuan Festival for mortals for the first time, urging Yu Ci to hurry up and buy one to play with.

The best business today should be the peddler who sells sky lanterns. He said with a smile, "Guest officer, what style do you want?

" ""Everything goes well""Enrollment and rank" and so on.

Yan Qiu happily chose "Longevity".

A helpless smile seemed to flash across Yu Ci's pupils, but he still spent money to buy that lantern that was considered a "blessing" for him.

They chose a secluded place with no one around to put the lamp on. The bright fire light illuminated the face and feathers of the little phoenix, making it look extraordinarily precious.

Yan Qiu obediently imitated those mortals before, closing her eyes and making a wish devoutly.

In the next second, it opened its eyes at the same time as Mr. Kunlun.

Bang——the bright lamp tremblingly flew towards the sky and merged into the bright sea of ​​lights.

Xiaotuanjiu, which was fluttering in front of Yu Ci, disappeared.

In its place was a young man who was completely undressed and spotless, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

His appearance is more beautiful than any rhetoric in the world can describe. With just one glance, people are completely fascinated by those pale golden pupils.

Yu Ci stared at him fixedly, his pupils completely reflected his figure, unable to make any reaction.

As if he was not yet used to the human body and legs, the incomparably beautiful boy opened his eyes and took a tentative step forward, but his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he jumped straight forward.

——Then he was embraced by Yu Ci, who didn't know whether he reached out subconsciously or planned it long ago.

In the embrace, the gentle boy raised his head and smiled at him.

"...Mr. Kunlun!"

"I can finally transform into a human form!"!

Chapter 156

A string of crystal clear water drops slowly floated up in the pitch-black midair.

Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes in the rapid fall.

... In his arms, he held a person tightly.

The man was dressed in white, his hair was as black as ink, his eyes were closed unconsciously, and his palms were cold.

Even in a coma, he still hugged this person tightly, refusing to let go.

He fell into a void.

In the feeling of weightlessness falling on his back, Jiang Yanqiu watched countless demonic energy upstream. Those demonic energy were not completely pitch black, but like dark jellyfish or swimming fish exuding endless brilliance, penetrating their bodies and passing by them, for a moment, he couldn't tell if he was falling rapidly into the abyss, Still suspended in the deep sea motionless.

Jiang Yanqiu's eyes widened slightly.

Thousands of years seem to condense into a moment.

The moment he looked at a huge dark bubble next to him, a ten-thousandth of a second seemed to be eternity. He seemed to be dragged into the long river and vortex of time by some kind of power beyond human power, and he became another "" People", experienced his life, tasted all the joys and sorrows of his life.

——He seems to understand what happened just now!

It's distorted time!

When they were in the ruins of the ancient city, they also encountered a similar strange situation - compared to him, it was only two days, but Cen Yu said that more than half a month had passed, and the passage of Xiao Wudu was even more exaggerated, a whole passed ten years!

And now, they have directly jumped into the abyss leading to the Styx, and the distortion of time will only become more absurd and bizarre!

——The scene he experienced just now seemed to be his own life... What exactly is it?

Is it the real life of a certain person thousands of years ago, or even a long time ago?

Did he think of the illusion—the person in the illusion, thinking that his life was just a short night of twists and turns?

Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, or a dish of Zhuang Zhou's dream?

Dazed by the sudden impact of this long memory, Jiang Yanqiu's loose long hair was flying in the air, and it took a long time to realize it.

The string of crystal water drops slowly rising turned out to be his tears.

Before he had time to think, his thoughts sank, and he was dragged into a new dream again.

Jiang Yanqiu stared blankly at her outstretched hands.

It was a pair of white and slender hands with slender knuckles, round and lovely finger pads, and a touch of pink.

——He returned to that person's body.

It's just a bystander, a ghost living in the body.

It's like watching a first-person video, he can only use this body to perceive everything in the outside world. Or maybe all the stories ended tens of millions of years ago.

In the extremely gorgeous Fenghuang Terrace with carved beams and jade buildings, "he" lazily raised his eyes and looked at the bronze mirror in front of him.

What is reflected in the bronze mirror is a beautiful face that is extremely beautiful and captivates all living beings.

Crow feathers and long eyelashes, black hair and snow skin, the ends of the hair are slightly curled, and there is a sly smile in the bright golden eyes.

The young man's appearance is seven points similar to Jiang Yanqiu...or closer to his previous appearance.

"He" sat on the sycamore wooden bench engraved with a hundred birds facing the phoenix, dragging his chin with one hand, and there was another person behind the bronze mirror.

Jiang Yanqiu immediately held his breath.

...It's Sword Master!

It was Yu Hanchao who was intact and quietly standing behind "him".

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't control the owner of his body to turn his head, so he could only greedily trace the familiar facial features of that person through the bronze mirror.

……Very good.

At least in the memory of another person whom he somehow entered, Sword Master is still alive!

Yan Qiu held up the wooden comb in his hand—for some reason, his movements were quite clumsy, like a child who had just learned to use chopsticks, combing his hair was so simple, but it was extremely difficult for him.

He stared at the wooden comb as if he was looking at some kind of scourge. He struggled bitterly with his thick head of hair, and removed two hairs from time to time, looking very pitiful.

The person who looked exactly like Yu Hanchao seemed a little helpless in his eyes, but he took the wooden comb from the boy's hand very naturally, and combed his smooth black hair to the end, as if he had already gotten used to it.

Yan Qiu instantly beamed with joy, showing a smile that the plan had succeeded.

——If it is known that the famous Kunlun Lord combs people's hair like an ordinary maid, I don't know how many people's jaws will drop.

Little Phoenix did not command the self-awareness of the strongest person in the world at all, instead, he held his chin and sighed: "Hey, it's really inconvenient to be a human. I can't even comb my hair. It's better to be a bird." ——As if he was a bird

It's like combing your own hair.

——and completely forgot that it is convenient for the human race to lament happily to Yu Ci when he was playing in the mortal world, and finally he didn't have to tug at the collar of Kunlun Jun when passing by the street vendor to make people stop.

Yu Ci looked up at him, but didn't expose his brash remarks, and even said "um", "If you don't like it, don't change your form.

" Very good, but the boy struggled for a moment, and still said: "It's okay as it is now... Well, it is indeed inconvenient to be a bird." In order to celebrate Yanqiu's final transformation into a human form, the Phoenix Terrace held an incomparably grand event

. celebration.

Almost all the birds in the world came to the meeting. In the magnificent palace, Suzaku, Jinwu, Xuanniao, Dapeng... God birds that are almost invisible in today's Xiuzhen Continent gathered together to celebrate the phoenix .

At the banquet, there were even many male birds opening their tails on the spot, competing to show off their luxurious tail feathers as if nothing had happened.

Because of the gender conflict, I didn't realize that the other party was courting Yanqiu at all, I didn't think about it at all, I even thought it was some kind of novel game, so I changed back into the chubby little fat Jiu form with great interest, and flashed Fluttering its short tail feathers.

It seems that his own tail looks the best=w=Mr. Kunlun's face turned dark instantly.

His complexion was slightly gloomy, although Kunlun Jun usually looked expressionless, but everyone immediately realized that this murderous god seemed to be in a bad mood.

The rumors of people of all ethnic groups being beaten up and screaming like ghosts and wolves are still fresh in my memory.

All of a sudden, those who are fighting for beauty are no longer fighting for beauty, and those who are courting are no longer courting. Everyone put away their gorgeous feathers and put their tails between their tails to look like birds and beasts.

Compared with attracting Phoenix's attention, life is more important.

Yan Qiu tilted her head and gave a "chirp" in doubt.

Time vacated.

He was hugged in the palm of his hand.

Yu Ci said lightly: "Today you are the protagonist, let's go, this is not the time to be playful."

Yan Qiu happily rubbed against his palm: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Ever since she was able to transform into form, Yan Qiu and Yu Ci The number of times to run to the lower bound will be even more.

Sure enough, in terms of eating, drinking and having fun, being a human is still more convenient than being a Jiu.

For some reason, during this period of time, there seemed to be a lot less pedestrians and merchants in the streets and alleys. Many familiar vendors and merchants have closed their doors, and the bustling capital city in the past seemed a little deserted.

Yan Qiu waited impatiently for Yu Ci to finish paying, and took the warm red bean Yuanxiao contentedly. The old woman who sold the Yuanxiao looked at him lovingly, but sighed a little sadly: "Sold out today's portion, tomorrow I will sell it." I won’t come.”

Yan Qiu was still blowing hard on the porcelain bowl, Yuangu Longdong’s eyes widened when he heard the words, and he was shocked: “What?!” He hurriedly said: “

Grandma, it’s because you don’t earn money from selling Yuanxiao. Have you got any money? Then I will come to your business every day from now on, and I will buy thirty bowls every time."

The old woman was amused by him: "Silly boy, can you eat so much with your small body? The old woman will be angry if you waste a mistake." She sighed: "It is rumored that Xue's army has already crossed Yueshui and is about to attack. This Qiong The city is about to be in chaos. The old woman is getting old and her legs and feet are bad. My young son, who is useless, has found a job in Sucheng and is planning to take me there. You won’t be able to get rid of the old bones.”

This kind of thing still happens.

Yan Qiu's heart subconsciously clenched, feeling very uncomfortable.

The steaming red bean Yuanxiao was no longer sweet in an instant. He held the bowl and asked, "Then what about the other people in this city?" The mother-in-law looked at the young boy in front of him, whose eyes were as clear as glass mirrors

. , I was dumbfounded for a while: "... Those who are capable and able to move their legs and feet, naturally bring their families and hide away - as for the others, they can only resign themselves to their fate. The old woman lives such an old age, and it is enough It's a pity that those little dolls who were thrown in the beggar camp..." She said, but she sighed: "But in this troubled world, where to escape is not the same." "I would rather be a dog of peace.

" Don’t be a chaotic person.”

The bustling streets and alleys are extremely cold today, every house is closed, theaters and teahouses are not open today, the gouache shop directly posted a notice to transfer the shop, and left the red bean Lantern Festival stall, After walking for a long time, they didn't come across the second snack shop they used to go to.

Along the way, Yan Qiu was silent.

Yu Ci tilted his head to look at him: "What are you thinking?"

The young man shook his head: "...The stable life of a mortal can be broken so easily."

People who had a happy conversation yesterday may face parting tomorrow .

Jiang Yanqiu's consciousness was trapped in the boy's body, watching him stare blankly at the sweet, greasy and soft red beans in the bowl, his mood was a bit complicated.

He has been used to the impermanence of the world, but "Yan Qiu" is not.

From birth, Baojing, Baochen, the skylarks of Phoenix Terrace... even Shi Wudu never really left his side.

He still doesn't know what parting is, and he thinks that every meeting will last forever.

Although everything experienced in front of him was just a first-person drama for Yu Jiang Yanqiu, it always gave him an extremely familiar sense of sight.

Every trace of sadness and joy of the young man, every ups and downs of mood... It seems that he has experienced it himself.

He looked at Yu Ci who was as frosty as snow beside him: "Mr. Kunlun...will you always be by my side."

The moment he blurted out, Jiang Yanqiu was almost in a trance.

It was as if he saw another person through that incomparably similar face.

The silence of the people around him was longer than any previous reply to the boy.

"...Well."

After a long time, he finally said, "I will always be by your side."

"Until you no longer need it."

Back at the Phoenix Terrace, Yan Qiu was depressed for several days and never went down to the realm.

But he didn't have much time for melancholy.

——Because the magic energy that needs to be purified every night has quietly increased since I don't know when.

Those giant beasts with fangs gathered by strands of black air roared more and more ferociously one after another, condensing fiercely into one wave and sending out shocks again and again, as if they wanted to destroy this dark and cloudless world without stars and moons. All torn a crack.

The little skylarks shivered and huddled together, and the eyes of Bao Jing and Bao Chen showed unconcealable worry.

The boy looked calm, raised his palm slightly, and made a downward pressing movement.

...So even though the devilish energy was unwilling, it was completely annihilated under the aura of the phoenix.

A beautiful turquoise bird came up to him, with a worried look on his face: "Your Highness... are you alright?" Yan Qiu said

calmly, "There have been many natural disasters and wars in the mortal world these years, so the devilish energy is more rampant than in previous years. He patted Qingluan in turn, and said with a smile: "I am your little Highness, this bit of devilish energy is nothing to me."

Looking at the quiet back of him leaving, Baojing Baochen looked at each other, relatively speechless.

——Woooooo!

Your Highness, he has really grown up!

What Yanqiu didn't expect was that.

Only ten days later, Qiongcheng fell. !

Chapter 157

The flames of war continued to expand.

When the fire is hot enough, it doesn't matter when and why the first spark was lit.

But unexpectedly, more and more countries are being dragged into the flames of war.

Regardless of whether it is a big country or a small country, no one is spared, and every piece of land on the continent is caught in crazy disputes. Later, the monster clan, the feather clan, the monks, the demon clan...all the clans joined the battlefield, fighting for their own positions and interests.

Countless people are displaced every day, and countless people die every day.

Yan Qiu still had little time to leave the Phoenix Terrace, the surge of demonic energy was beyond everyone's expectations, and the turbulent Styx almost toppled the whole world.

More and more Yu clan tried their best to fly to Phoenix Terrace, seeking his protection.

The grief of losing a clan makes people lose their minds, and even the Yu clan who was taken in was dazzled by anger, pointing at Yu Ci and angrily said: "Why are there human races here? Why did Your Highness take in our mortal enemy?! You have forgotten Have treacherous and vicious humans done anything to our people?"

Most of the Yu people were either afraid of the majesty of Lord Kunlun, or they were unwilling to get involved in disputes after a narrow escape, or they just didn't want to be the first bird, just huddled in the corner, Watching all this indifferently.

But there were also a few extremists who were incited by the peacock and raised their arms angrily, demanding that Yan Qiu drive them out.

"Shut up," Yan Qiu yelled coldly, "If you get tired of staying here, you can get out at any time."

The peacock looked at Yan Qiu incredulously, for the sake of a human race, Phoenix actually wanted to drive him away? !

"Your Highness!" he said sadly, "Have you been confused by this cultivator? Do you still remember your identity and your destiny to revitalize the Yu Clan?" "When did I say that I would do such a boring thing?

" Already?" Yan Qiu frowned, "I said, did you make a mistake? It was because you asked me that I kindly took you in. When will it be your turn to dictate my decision? If I don't follow you The next step is to rebel and drive me out of the Phoenix Terrace?"

The peacock's face turned pale instantly, and he didn't dare to say any more.

Although Jiang Yanqiu couldn't open his mouth, he applauded him from the bottom of his heart.

--here you go! The point of not being morally kidnapped by anyone is exactly the same as him!

After beating this wave of troublemakers, his headaches were at least one less.

There was no one around, Yu Ci looked at him quietly: "If my existence puts you in danger, don't be hard to speak."

——There is nothing unspeakable between you and me.

——I will always depend on you.

Little Phoenix seemed to be extremely tired, and threw herself directly into Yu Ci's chest.

Wrapping his hands around the opponent's waist, he rubbed against Kunlun Jun's hard and distinct chest muscles.

Just like when he was a fat gnocchi.

Yu Ci's body was slightly stiff, and after a while, he patted Yan Qiu's head lightly.

"I'm so tired—I don't want to work anymore, Mr. Kunlun—" Yu Ci said calmly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it."

——As if he wasn't talking about purifying demonic energy, which is critical to millions of lives It's a big deal, but not to buy Qian's candied haws skewers tomorrow.

Yan Qiu raised her head aggrievedly: "It would be great if I were a skylark."

Being a skylark is really happy, you don't have to worry about the destruction of the world, and you don't have to puff and puff to purify the magic energy every night, as long as you eat and sleep every day , Sleep and eat, just think about what to play after waking up.

Before Yu Ci opened his mouth, he lowered his head in a self-defeating manner, and said to himself: "But that's not okay... If you become a skylark, you won't be able to protect Lord Kunlun." Yu Ci's heart skipped a beat

.

Yan Qiu lay lazily in his arms, grabbing a strand of his hair and playing with it in his hands: "Do you mind what the dead peacock said just now?" He quietly leaned closer to Yu Ci's ear, " In fact, I don't care what they think, I'm so annoyed, I stay at the Phoenix Terrace every day, and I spend less time alone with you."

Little Fenghuang curled her lips: "I have never been to Phoenix Terrace for more than a thousand years. Back then, my shell-broken egg had a dim aura, and the treasure mirror was begging for help. Take me for a fool--" "Actually, I know what they think, don't they just expect me to be the early bird and use the name of Fenghuang TV to raise the banner, I am too lazy to mix their right and wrong , besides, are there fewer human races killed by the Yu clan? When will the grievances be repaid, and when the time comes, what will happen to me.” He muttered and complained, his open and closed lips were extremely soft, compared to complaining ,

more like coquettish.

Yu Ci's expression was slightly startled at first, and then became softer and softer.

——His little phoenix was not instigated by others, nor did he hold grudges because of it, and turned against him.

The reason why he is willing to take on the responsibility of the phoenix to purify the evil energy in the world is because he has a pure heart, but it does not mean that he can be taken advantage of by anyone.

He is actually smarter than anyone else.

.But the intensified war in the world cannot just be left alone.

Otherwise, with the soaring speed of the demon energy, sooner or later, even Yan Qiu will be powerless.

More and more cities were captured, and more and more mortals were displaced.

The fire in the wilderness seemed to turn the whole world into a melting pot that scorched all living beings.

No party, no camp can stand alone.

Those worlds that he and Mr. Kunlun have set foot in, and have bits and pieces of memories, are slowly becoming unrecognizable.

Ruins, dust and howling replaced everything.

But then again.

... The flames of war are burning so fast, it's almost... a bit strange.

Even Jiang Yanqiu, who stayed in Phoenix's body and observed everything through his eyes, was keenly aware of something wrong.

There is always a faint feeling that there is a dark eye and a pair of invisible hands silently observing and pushing everything behind.

After a spider thread that has not been dealt with aftermath is exposed... It is only a matter of time before following the vine to find a deeper pool.

The more he investigated, the more frightened Jiang Yanqiu became.

Droughts, floods, rebellious people, bizarre deaths of high-ranking and important people, and the end of each ethnic group one after another...

This war that has swept across the entire continent is really man-made!

One second before the lower bound, Jiang Yanqiu suddenly had a severe headache.

That severe pain was even worse than when Xiao Wudu sent someone to drain the blood from his whole body, and there was no rush! Jiang Yanqiu's vision was blurred, his eyes were full of grotesque illusions, and his ears were filled with sharp tinnitus, which was so painful that he wanted to split his head open.

I do not know how long it has been.

The severe pain that seemed to tear apart the soul gradually faded away, and Jiang Yanqiu panted heavily.

The scene in front of me has become completely unfamiliar.

The person in front of him was someone he could never have expected.

...It turned out to be Shi Wudu who hadn't seen him for a long time? !

The young man has curly black hair, tied up to the side of his head with a red gold bandage, his skin is pale, his pupils are darker than ink, like a vortex that wants to suck up all light sources, there is an indescribable darkness.

An emotion of incomparable anger and incomparable sadness filled Jiang Yanqiu's chest.

——It was the emotion that this body was strong enough to convey to him, it was the emotion of Phoenix.

A quarrel of unprecedented intensity broke out between them.

In the swirl of fire and blood.

With golden eyes, the young man who is so beautiful that he is not like anyone in this world clenched his fists and suppressed his voice: "Shi Wudu, are you crazy!" He was gasping for breath, his voice changed, and he took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down

. down.

He looked at the extremely familiar person in front of him, his pupils dilated slightly because of shock and disbelief, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never known before, and he was so excited that he was a little incoherent: "I thought... I even thought that you met someone in the lower realm. What's wrong, I've been looking for you by the way... Did you really do this... What good will it do you!" Shi Wudu pursed his mouth into a straight line, and looked at him with a lot of

Teenager's incomprehensible emotions.

Although his appearance is the same, he now looks... almost completely different from Yan Qiu's memory. At the beginning, Shi Wudu just had a gloomy temperament and occasionally had some extreme views, but now, he is simply like the evil ghost Shura who has not lost his demonic nature.

...It was exactly the same as his mother who was a big devil, completely hysterical and fell into madness after being abandoned by her father.

Shi Wudu sighed, and behind him were all ghosts suffering together, and the mourning of countless innocent souls.

His entire pale arm was stained with blood. The fresh head of a monster general was staring in the direction of the black-haired young man, as if he wanted to turn into a ghost and demand his life.

——The Yaozu general, Yan Qiu had met several times.

As one of the very few peacemakers in the clan, he has been wandering among the various tribes of the monster clan, trying to persuade several demon kings to keep their eyes open, act calmly, and not be provoked by those who want to drag the entire monster clan into chaos. water.

"I didn't expect... to be discovered by you."

"I thought I could at least keep it from you for a while longer."

Fenghuang was going crazy.

Even though he no longer wanted to believe it, those clues, those endless investigations... finally pointed to the person he least wanted to suspect.

When he learned everything and planned the plot to engulf the entire continent in flames, it was Shi Wudu... There are no words to

describe his feelings at that time.

It was like someone thrust a sharp sword into his chest from behind, and when he turned around, he found that that person was the one who should have been the most trustworthy and the least defensive person.

It makes the pain go beyond the pain itself.

Shi Wudu looked at him with a strange sigh: "Yanqiu... a natural phoenix like you, who never has to suffer for his dirty and impure blood, will never be able to empathize with me. "

His voice was cold: "The one who betrayed first is you, Yan Qiu."

The young man froze for a moment.

...It turns out that these are the true words of Shi Wudu for so many years.

The person he used to trust the most was like an older brother.

"People in the world abandon me and hate me, but they are also extremely ignorant." He curled his lips into a mocking smile, "Look, I just quietly moved some key nodes, and they can spontaneously fall into suspicion, disputes, and hatred, which can be infinitely magnified My own desires, even without me doing anything, can snowball bigger and bigger."

He opened his arms, which was a gesture of embrace and acceptance.

"Join us," Shi Wudu said in a low voice, indescribably tempting: "I will prove to you who is the master of this stupid world, and I will stand at the top and establish a new order—this new world It was built for you, Yanqiu."

"...I refuse." The young man drew out his long sword, and the silver-white sword hummed softly, like the sound of a phoenix. He said coldly: "——if this purgatory is the new world you want." "

Mr. Kunlun is already on his way, Shi Wudu... It's too late to turn around now."

The moment he heard that name, Master Wudu's eyes suddenly became darker and more gloomy: "Don't mention him to me!"

"Why... why! It was obviously me first—" But the sword light had already arrived.

The unparalleled frost-like sword intent whizzed straight at it without stopping at all, and without giving the opponent any chance to refute or defend.

The burning purgatory seems to be frozen.

Yu Ci's eyes were cold: "...you don't need to waste your words if you are obsessed with obsession."

The sword light dispersed.

Among the gunpowder smoke and dust, Shi Wudu was cut off with one arm, spitting out blood in embarrassment.

The hatred and unwillingness in his eyes deepened, and when he looked up at the person, it seemed that he had been poisoned.

"Yu, Ci——!"

"You wait for me."

Yu Ci's expression was indifferent, and the piercing sword light still came.

——I really didn’t spend much time talking with him.

In the next second, countless monsters surged from the ground.

The tall white bones, the flame-breathing dragon, the black-cloaked man covered with Gu insects... They seem to have been waiting here, waiting for their master.

Shi Wudu was surrounded by layers of monsters, and met Yan Qiu's furious and sad eyes.

He took a deep look at the boy for the last time. !

Chapter 158

Since that farewell, Yan Qiu has been silent a lot.

The matter of Shi Wudu hit him harder than he imagined.

He and Shi Wudu grew up together since childhood, they are not brothers, but they are better than brothers. He thought that even if they quarreled occasionally, they could always show their backs to each other with confidence.

...It's not someone else.

Even he himself couldn't tell whether it was Shi Wudu who was the one who planned everything behind the scenes and was the one who touched him the most, or whether Xiao Wudu's words before the final parting hit him the hardest.

Yan Qiu only had a few scattered memories of Shi Wudu's mother when she was just born.

Even from a human perspective, that woman is extremely beautiful.

Pale complexion, jet black long hair, blood red lips. Shi's surname is a common surname in the ancient demon clan. He is obviously a powerful demon, but for Shi Wudu's father, the noble dragon clan, he is willing to betray his clansman and insists on giving birth to the witness of their "love".

It’s just that this love withered too quickly. Dragons are born to love the new and dislike the old. At the beginning, Shi Wudu’s father just didn’t want to obey the tribe’s orders to complete the marriage contract with the dragon girl. mosquito blood.

Since then, Shi Wudu's mother's spirit has not been normal - Shi Wudu, who she insisted on giving birth to at the beginning, was not even recognized by those stubborn dragons because of the blood of the demon race.

Before she died in a trance with Shi Wudu's father, the dragon king who loved the new and disliked the old, abandoned his wife and son, and spent his life in a romantic life died in an enemy plot.

Since then, Shi Wudu's mother has gone completely crazy.

The distorted love and hatred for her lover confused her mind. When she was in a good mood, she would gently and intimately stroke the cheek of the young Shi Wudu, expressing her affectionate and persistent love.

But when Shi Wudu gradually grew up, she became more and more like her father who died young, her mental disorder became more severe, and it became more and more difficult to distinguish between hallucinations and reality. Shi Wudu woke up countless times to find his beautiful mother sitting beside the bed with disheveled hair, quietly pinching his neck.

In the seventh year after Long Jun's death, she committed suicide with a sword.

The Dragon Clan reluctantly brought back that person's only blood, but they were extremely indifferent and did not give Shi Wudu any extra eyes. The young and discriminated mixed-blood dragon left home with a wound all over his body. He ran away, but went to the Phoenix Terrace by mistake.

The young golden-red phoenix crashed into his dark and dull pupils like a blazing, never-extinguishing flame.

...

Ah, Yan Qiu thought to himself, so all these years, he has always looked at me like this.

He thought they were relatives and friends who grew up together since childhood and had a deep friendship.

...But this seems to be just his wishful thinking.

Shi Wudu never really regarded him as one of his own - just because he was a born phoenix, less half of the demon race than Shi Wudu.

—How long has he been planning all this? Is the current situation finally as he wished?

Yan Qiu didn't even want to think about whether Shi Wudu was mocking his self-control in the bottom of his heart during those countless nights when he was watching him purify the demonic energy, or was he planning how to use the demonic energy for his own use and completely overthrow the peace Prosperity?

Yanqiu locked herself in the palace and did not step out of the room for a whole week.

Even the daily routine of purifying the demonic energy is like avoiding it, unwilling to face it.

Baojing Baochen hesitated anxiously outside the hall, and wanted to knock on the door countless times to check the situation, but was stopped by Yu Ci.

"Leave him alone and he'll figure it out,"

he simply said.

From the perspective of a young man, Jiang Yanqiu sighed slightly as he looked at the black quilt covering his entire body in front of him.

He can understand the boy's thoughts very well.

On the seventh day, when Baojing was so anxious that he couldn't bear it any longer, the door creaked and was suddenly pushed open.

It was Yan Qiu with reddish eye sockets but no abnormal complexion.

"Your Highness..."

"I don't need to say anything, I know." The young man said calmly, "I just want to be alone."

He finally went to the mortal world.

Qiongcheng, which was once extremely prosperous and seemed to never sleep, has been completely reduced to a dilapidated empty city.

A disaster more terrible than war has been encountered here.

——The soaring and overflowing demonic energy has not been purified for a long time, filling the dirty air, causing the soldiers who slaughtered mortals along the road to go crazy, and the few remaining people in the city to change their temperaments, killing each other, and even turning dead corpses into corpses , became a breeding ground for monsters and resentful souls.

There are dead bodies everywhere, the smell of blood is so strong that the nose is pungent, the dilapidated empty city is silent, and there is no living person.

The young man stood there in a daze, the palms of his clenched hands were cold.

——Are these all caused by him?

Is it because he gave up on himself and didn't take care of the matter of purifying the demonic energy?

Jun Kunlun forcibly turned his shoulders and stared into Yan Qiu's eyes: "...it's not your fault, you've done everything you can, you're fine." He paused slightly

.

——The young man was stunned, and tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.

——When he was young, he didn't know sorrow, and he thought that the saddest thing in the world was that he couldn't get out of bed in the morning and couldn't keep up with the steaming bowl of sweet bean curd on West Street.

But now, at this moment.

He finally truly felt what it meant to be like a flood of pain that could overwhelm people.

After returning to the Phoenix Terrace, he was more silent than before, and at the same time began to purify the magic energy again.

As the demonic energy became more and more rampant, it took longer and more difficult for each session, and even after a busy night until dawn, it was barely possible to suppress the demonic energy with the light of the morning sun.

The boy was a little thinner than before, and looked a little haggard.

I don't know whether it's out of guilt or compensation, Yan Qiu began to go underground frequently again.

This time, it's not for eating, drinking, having fun, or playing games in the world, but out of compensatory psychology, helping innocent mortals, providing them with food, brewing wound medicine, or getting rid of evil spirits.

Seeing the victims' severed arms and legs, their bony bodies and faces numb from the suffering, he began to feel the pain again uncontrollably.

Among these victims, there are even people he once knew.

The salesman who walks the streets with a shoulder pole is a strong man with great strength and always has a simple and honest smile on his face. His biggest dream is to save enough money to buy a house in his hometown in the countryside in the future. The small house allows the elderly mother and frail younger sister to enjoy happiness without having to suffer. He also gave Yanqiu a bird made of ceramics, in order to thank Yanqiu for bringing the medicine for lung disease to his sister.

With his hard work, honesty and honesty, this wish is not difficult to achieve.

But now he appeared in the long queue for the porridge, dark, skinny, and alone, his warm and honest smile disappeared, replaced by endless numbness.

The insignificant, tortuous, and struggling life of a mortal is like a falling flower on a branch, which can be completely overturned by just a night rain that is not too pouring.

For some reason, the moment she recognized him, Yan Qiu's first reaction was not to ask about his current situation, but to find a place to hide.

He didn't dare to look at the painful and numb face, and he didn't dare to ask his mother and sister.

He dared not… dared not face them.

Every time he sat up in a nightmare in the middle of the night, he seemed to see the friendly and smiling faces of the past, replaced by hateful gazes and questioning.

——Why couldn't you discover the abnormality of Shi Wudu earlier?

——Why can't you purify more magic energy?

—Why can't you stop this disaster?

He has messy hair, and the butterfly bones on his back are thin and scattered, and he is panting heavily.

Purifying the almost uncontrollable demonic energy and frequently assisting mortals in the underground world almost exhausted his entire mind.

I don't know when it started, the different voices in the dark have changed from small ripples to waves that can capsize ships.

In the twilight afternoon, Fenghuang, who had just purified his demonic energy, barely supported his mind, and was about to send a batch of wound medicine refined overnight to the medical center.

Stepping out of the gate of the palace, the dark feather clan had gathered outside the palace at some point, with their backs facing the light, making it difficult to see their expressions clearly.

Yan Qiu was expressionless: "...What does this mean?"

The leader of the peacock was respectful, but his tone hinted at a hint of sarcasm: "Since my humble opinion alone can't shake His Highness's thoughts, then today's fellow clansmen can make you feel better." Your Highness stopped and listened to everyone's voice."

The young man took a deep breath.

Jiang Yanqiu could clearly feel the anger that suddenly surged up in his heart.

"Really," Fenghuang said coldly: "If you have any thoughts, let's talk about them together today." When

he said this, the dark feathers in front of him hesitated instead, and there was a look of hesitation on his face. I would like to be the first to speak.

Finally, a voice came from an unknown corner: "Your Highness! Why do you bother to save those despicable human races! Don't you know how many of our clansmen died at their hands! We have repeatedly shrunk and fallen to this point. Terrible!"

"Yes! Your Highness! We need an explanation!"

Peacock looked at Yan Qiu fixedly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"...You heard it all, Your Highness. This is the voice of everyone."

Fenghuang closed his eyes forcefully, and Jiang Yanqiu knew that he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

He could understand all the thoughts of the other party at the moment-how could these pampered and privileged Yuzu people who were born at the top of the food chain have the face to call those skinny disaster victims despicable? The Yu clan and the human race are not your life-and-death enemies at all, but the natural barriers between the various clans will only make people see each other's faults and turn a blind eye to the incidents provoked by their own, not to mention there are people with ulterior motives like Shi Wudu In an already chaotic situation, it continues to stir up muddy water.

He overdraws himself to purify the magic energy, for whom? Could it be that apart from the Human Race, the Yu Race, the Monster Race... the other races didn't benefit from it? He repeatedly descended to the realm, just to make up for his ridiculous guilt, and to show some kindness. The feather clan asked for the protection of the Phoenix Terrace, but he did not stop them in the slightest.

However, someone added fuel to the flames at this time: "You are obviously a distinguished highness of the Yu clan, why do you favor those mortals? Is it because of the unknown Kunlun Lord, you plan to completely favor the end, even your own clan Have you ignored it?"

"...Okay, very good." Fenghuang laughed back angrily, but that calm tone made the hearts of those Yuzu people who were excited just now beating, and a bad premonition arose.

"Since you all said that...then I will fulfill your wish and show you partiality."

All the Yu clan were expelled from the Phoenix Terrace.

Leaving was as sudden as it had been when I first sought asylum.

They were completely dumbfounded now.

At the beginning, they just wanted to scare the young Highness with emotion and reason, but they didn't expect that Yan Qiu would not stop doing it, and really "treat everyone equally", and packed the pills and food donated by the lower world as well. A portion of them, sweeping them out overnight.

In all the world, where can one find the first residence that is safer and stronger than the Phoenix Terrace?

All of a sudden, there were those who regretted it, those who panicked, and some of the Yu clan even had a dark thought in their hearts—replace this very young Phoenix, and let them take charge of the Phoenix Terrace.

... Then he was completely beaten by Mr. Kunlun, and his feathers flew around and ran away.

Phoenix Terrace finally regained its former tranquility.

Little Phoenix is ​​still not happy.

He muttered to himself: "...Did I do something wrong?"

"I may really not be able to protect the common people like a qualified Feng Clan, and I am not qualified for their Highness."

"As I said, it's not your fault." Jun Kunlun curled up the hand holding the sword as he hung down beside him. His expression was indifferent when he swiped the sword across the rioting Yu clan just now, but at this moment he was in a rare flustered state. Looking at Yan Qiu firmly: "There is no one in the world with a clearer conscience than you."

If he is not a human race.

Wouldn't he be powerless and watch the person he admires endure the pain of demonic energy day and night.

If...

The peacock jumped off the Phoenix Terrace by himself.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Fenghuang for the last time, and suddenly said with a sneer, "Your Highness...with all due respect, do you really think that you can save everyone?" "What you are to us today will be to the human race tomorrow.

" For you, you will eventually find that everything you want to protect with your heart and soul, in the end, is the last straw that completely destroys you." These parting words are more like an ominous curse

.

——Because the demon energy in this world can't be suppressed at last. !

Chapter 159

I don't know how long I stayed in this body, the passage of time seems to have lost its meaning.

In a trance, Jiang Yanqiu almost forgot his identity, where he came from, and everything he experienced.

He and the young man named "Yanqiu", His Royal Highness of the Yu Clan, and the last phoenix in the world seemed to be integrated. With his eyes, he witnessed all the vicissitudes of the ancient world, felt his joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and destiny. impermanence.

It seems that he is "Yan Qiu" and "Yan Qiu" is him.

He witnessed them step by step towards the final outcome.

Peacock's ominous verdict, like a pair of eyes neither sad nor happy, predicted his fate.

After all, the human race discovered his unusualness.

——How can such a person be a mortal who can conjure endless panacea and food, and accept relief refugees and disaster victims regardless of their origin and identity?

The smart and keen ones among them flipped through the inherited ancient books, excitedly and excitedly calling out the identity of the boy.

... You can never go wrong!

That man is the phoenix in ancient legends that brings auspiciousness to the world and quells disasters!

When they knew that it was Phoenix who came down to save the world, countless human races broke down in tears, kowtowed on their knees, and expressed their gratitude to Yan Qiu.

Seeing the longing expressions on those dark, thin, numb faces, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving spider's thread, he was filled with panic.

No, that's not the case.

He roared silently.

He is not someone who can bring auspiciousness and end disasters at all, he can't do anything at all.

With no way to escape, unable to survive, and more and more disaster victims coming for refuge, he can only drain everything in himself and bring a little illusion of hope for peace. If he stops and indulges for a day, countless refugees who are starving, seriously injured, and starving will die because of him.

He can only pump himself into a spinning top that spins forever, not daring to stop for a moment.

He began to dissolve his blood in water and dilute it to make the best elixir in the world.

But even so, it's just a drop in the bucket.

With their families and their families, the human race hoped that they could live a peaceful and peaceful life from now on, but found that this paradise in the troubled times was not as beautiful as imagined. More and more people are fleeing, and the food is not even as good as before. Every day is tight, and the medicine for wounds is always insufficient. Doing everything they can to deceive and sell at high prices...

Gradually, there are more and more dissatisfied voices.

...just like the original Phoenix Terrace.

Obviously at the very beginning, no matter if it was the human race or the feather race, they just wanted a small place that could shelter them from the wind and rain and not be eroded by the overflowing devilish energy.

But greed can never be satisfied, after you get it, you will always want more.

This time, the people surrounding the door were no longer the Yu clan, but the human race wearing armor and holding long knives.

——They begged Yan Qiu to let go of the warehouse of Phoenix Terrace, take out all the life-saving elixir to help them tide over the difficulties, and close the refugee camp, and no new people will be allowed in.

The human race knew their own weakness, even if all of them were wearing armor and holding long knives, they would not be the opponent of Phoenix.

But they knew very well what his weakness was and how to blackmail him.

Those old and weak women and children were tied up in the central square, and their bodies were poured with hot oil. A few men with unbearable eyes but firm faces held up torches, begging Phoenix to come out and agree to their demands.

Lord Kunlun helped him suppress the countless evil monsters that came out of the collapsed Luming Mountain in the north.

This time, he was finally alone. No one will appear like a magic soldier from heaven to help him repel these troubles with a single sword.

Yan Qiu's footsteps were flimsy, and he stumbled out, his face was pale, and his eyes were black and blue from exhaustion.

He stared fixedly at the hopeless and helpless old and weak people tied up in the square, and the crying children, feeling an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

He couldn't tell whether it was heartache or disappointment, or he had expected it.

Among the group of people, he saw the mother-in-law who sold red bean yuanxiao in Qiongcheng back then.

She was stooped, blind in one eye, and terribly old.

Those cloudy eyeballs looked at Yan Qiu with incomparable kindness and gentleness, and smiled at him with difficulty: "Silly boy...you have done enough...for these people...from now on...for yourself... Let's live... don't be threatened by them just because of our old bones... old lady... I have already lived enough..."

Yan Qiu looked at her helplessly like a real child, and then glanced at her in confusion. Among the crowd, those more silent faces.

They didn't have the guts to threaten Yan Qiu, and they seemed to silently support those people's actions.

They need food, they need medicine... they just want to live.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him silently, like the black mountains that could not see the edge, trapping the beast like a cage. He heard the sound of a string snapping in his head.

Everything in the world suddenly plunged into darkness.

The crowd ran and howled, and the screams of terror and panic resounded.

——The Phoenix Terrace, which could no longer suppress the demonic energy, collapsed.

.He saw Shi Wudu for the last time in Styx.

With long black hair, the extremely gorgeous young man in his memory has blood on his seven orifices, and he is no longer human.

He was backlashed by demon energy.

Young and frivolous, throwing all his bets, always arrogantly thinking that he is different from other people, thinking that he can use the magic energy for himself without paying any price, thinking...he can really have a moment, Touch the moon in the sky.

But where in the world are there so many "thoughts".

He would have to pay the price for the gift that fate had stolen in advance.

Shi Wudu's meridians were broken, his chest collapsed, and a body covered with black scales appeared below his waist, like a dragon's body, but the half of the dragon's tail was dripping with blood and was cut off for no reason.

He looked at Yan Qiu coldly, and even smiled a little: "You have chased me here... Are you here to kill me, Yan Qiu. In the end... dying in your hands... doesn't seem too bad... As he

spoke, he coughed up pitch-black blood, and looked at the indifferent Phoenix who was quietly watching him, his eyes gradually filled with resentment and resentment: "Why... why!" Why

... Obviously he came first! Why is he a noble phoenix, so no matter what, he is like his mother, always chasing and never chasing the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

...Why should the person who gets your love never be me.

"You are sympathetic, and you have everything in your heart, so why do you only look at Mr. Kunlun differently, and I am nothing in your heart!"

With blood and tears in his eyes, he cursed viciously.

"I want you to be ignorant for the first life, and painful for the third life. I want you to step down from the lofty Phoenix Terrace and experience what you can't ask for, flesh and blood, love and hatred." "I want the person you love to be half as dirty as I am.

" Dirty blood."

"...I hate you, Yan Qiu."

They were relatively speechless, only a long silence.

The howling magic energy and gangster swept everything, and they could barely hear each other's voices.

"... Well, I promise you." Yan Qiu calmly said, "Except for the last one." "

I cannot shirk my responsibility for everything you have done today. If it was back then, I could have made it sooner... now there is no point in talking about it. But the grievances between you and me should be understood between you and me, so don't involve innocent people."

But... He thought to himself that he would never fall in love with another person except Mr. Kunlun.

As if he didn't expect him to agree.

Shi Wudu was stunned, watching the man slowly approaching in the pool of cold blood and gradually blurred vision.

The demonic energy can no longer be suppressed, the river Styx is about to riot, all races and all creatures in the world will be destroyed.

This is the heinous crime he committed.

But it was the person he once wanted to protect all his life to repay him.

But in the end, being able to die by his hands...

he seemed satisfied.

He finally closed his eyes slowly.

But the boy went straight past him.

Shi Wudu was stunned in place.

His pupils dilated slightly.

……No!

The phoenix is ​​going to use its body to form an array to suppress the devilish energy of Styx!

...he was going to kill himself!

"...Yanqiu! Stop!"

Fenghuang turned his head and saw the tearing eyes of that man.

He was still wearing the familiar white clothes in his memory, but his eyes seemed about to shatter: "Don't go! There must be other ways! I beg you... Yan Qiu, I beg you! Just stay for me!" The young man was

stunned All of a sudden, there was a trace of joy and sorrow in my heart.

Ah...

why doesn't he want to stay with this person for a long time at the Phoenix Terrace, or any other corner of the world, touring the mountains and rivers, wielding a sword to the end of the world, or just idly watching the sunrise. Just the two of them...as long as they're together.

But... there is really no other way.

He is the last phoenix in the world, he purifies and suppresses the devilish energy that has been suppressed for more than a thousand years, no one knows better than him.

Only he can do it.

Only he can sacrifice.

If he doesn't come today, he can only stay with the most beloved person in front of him for a few more days, but if he tries the last method, all creatures of all races and the world will have a chance to survive... There is Mr. Kunlun.

Yu Ci will be able to survive.

Tears fell uncontrollably, but the next second was drooped by the wind, he smiled, as carefree as they did when they first met: "Mr. Kunlun... I believe in you, if it is you, you can definitely do it!" , and the sect you mentioned is passed down from generation to generation by monks..."

"Perhaps after a long, long time, there is really another way, so that even if there is no more phoenix in the world, people can still live with difficulty..."

But today.

Forgive my little caprice.

"As expected, I still can't hate the human race."

Because Yu Ci is the best and the best person in the world, and his favorite person.

"...Goodbye, Mr. Kunlun."

He turned around and jumped.

.Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes suddenly.

Countless tiny fluorescent lines floated irregularly in midair.

The headache was about to split, and the meridians and muscles all over his body seemed to have been folded and put together again, and it was hard to even move a little finger. After a while, he realized dully that his consciousness had finally pulled away from the chaotic time and space and returned to reality.

This place... turned out to be the Styx River.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

How should I put it...he thought it would be more eerie...

but it was surprisingly quiet here.

Jiang Yanqiu sat up dazedly and with difficulty.

...This place is similar to the world where Endless Peak is located.

Neither the sky nor the earth is seen, as if transcending the laws of time, space and all physics. Those glowing fluorescent lines couldn't see the shape and entity clearly, sometimes floating around him irregularly, and sometimes converging irregularly into a river of light.

It turned out to be like this.

It turned out to be so.

Waking up from such a big dream, he looked in a daze, almost unable to distinguish the past from the present.

The memory of Phoenix was finally completely attributed.

He is both "Yan Qiu" and "Jiang Yan Qiu".

What he thought of as "previous life", what he thought of as "crossing books"...it

turned out to be like this.

...Is it Shi Wudu's wish or curse in Styx before his death that unintentionally disturbed this space, messed up time and space and cause and effect, and realized it in a way so distorted that it makes people laugh and cry.

His sight was unfocused, and he accepted the memory of returning to his place blankly. After a long time, his eyes gradually recovered.

...Sword Master!

In an instant, all the "past life, present life" and "one life and three lives" were all left behind by him, Jiang Yanqiu got up with difficulty, and looked around for Yu Hanchao in a panic.

... Fortunately!

The man's eyes were closed, and he lay motionless not far away.

Jiang Yanqiu stumbled and ran over, trembling all over, and put his ears on Yu Hanchao's chest.

Boom, boom, boom...

Just when he was about to despair, an extremely faint but real heartbeat sounded.

Jiang Yanqiu wept with joy, and almost fell on the other party exhausted.

He buried his head deeply into the opponent's chest, grabbed the snow-white cloth under his hands, and wet the skirt of the opponent's chest with unscrupulous tears.

So good...

so good. !

Chapter 160

Just a hair's breadth away, that half of the sword pill was about to pierce through Yu Hanchao's lungs and meridians, smashing his beating heart to pieces.

But luckily.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Jiang Yanqiu, whose heart was ashamed, rolled into the abyss with him in his arms. The time was briefly distorted and turned upside down, and the fatal injury was reversed for an instant like fate.

Trembling, Jiang Yanqiu rushed to Yu Hanchao's side, slashed his wrist, and poured blood and the elixir in the storage bag into his mouth without money.

After only half a stick of incense passed, Yu Han frowned, clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes, as if he was enduring great pain.

Jiang Yanqiu looked at him in a panic, tightly holding Yu Hanchao's hand and sticking it to his forehead, with tears rolling down his eyes, he prayed devoutly.

He knew that the reversed time had returned to its place, and Jianwan started to exert force again, destroying Yu Hanchao's body mercilessly.

This is an invisible tug of war.

On one side is the sword pill that the old master personally inserted a hundred years ago, which can kill the monks in the Chengxu Realm, and will be used as a trump card for Kunlun a hundred years later; Meridians.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I have lost my mind in this endless and endless pain, and my mind has collapsed and gone mad.

But that's no one else.

It is Sword Master Yu Hanchao.

It's hard to imagine how he survived all this with his indomitable will and extremely strong desire to survive.

When he weakly opened his eyes and finally woke up, his snow-white sword robe was already soaked through.

——He was about to die countless times in an instant, wandered in the gate of hell countless times, and was pulled back by that person countless times.

It was the distorted and inverted time that gave Jiang Yanqiu a chance to breathe and recover. The Phoenix blood that was fed "in advance" played an extreme role, and it was worthy of keeping Yu Hanchao in the world.

The moment their eyes meet.

The stars move, the sea water flows backwards, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and huge peng kuns and fog whales are churning in the sea of ​​clouds dyed with sunlight.

They looked at each other speechlessly, but it seemed as if they had already spoken a thousand words.

Jiang Yanqiu said in a hoarse voice: "... When did you remember it?"

Yu Hanchao wiped away the tears rolling down from the corner of his eyes, and there seemed to be endless tenderness in his eyes: "A long time ago."

——Maybe as early as Chu I fell in love with you before I met you.

Jiang Yanqiu's eyes were red: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?...I didn't know anything before, and I didn't remember anything." Yu Hanchao looked at him quietly, but Jiang Yanqiu seemed to be in his bed

. I got the answer in my eyes.

—he would never have told him all his life, until he took the memory and the secret to the grave.

He is no longer a phoenix with the mission of purifying demonic energy and saving the common people, but a wealthy son from a family, a majestic but loving elder brother, a like-minded friend and fellow disciple.

If he doesn't know anything, if he doesn't think of anything, let him go through this life in peace, joy, and peace.

Yu Hanchao thought to himself, this time, he will take over the responsibility that that person has carried all his life, and he will suppress the devilish energy alone, so as not to let that person show a sad expression.

Jiang Yanqiu was sobbing and choking, and lightly punched Yu Hanchao's shoulder with a force so light that it could only be regarded as a gentle breeze, then grabbed the opponent's snow-white front and buried his face into the opponent's chest, tears Rubbing carelessly on the fabric of the sword robe.

"You...how could you be like this...how could you be so cruel..."

Yu Ci, Yu Hanchao, Kunlun Lord, Little Martial Uncle, Sword Master...

all of them were him.

It turned out to be him all along.

"...Sorry."

Yu Hanchao had endless tenderness and love in his eyes, and gently hugged him.

He seemed to be making him sad all the time, always saying sorry.

From the distant and lonely boyhood, there has always been a vague figure that seems extremely familiar, and has always appeared in his dreams by chance.

On the luxurious Phoenix Terrace above the nine-story cloud ladder, the young man who was so beautiful that he didn't look like a person in the world turned his head and smiled at him.

——From now on, you can see ten thousand years at a glance.

The first encounter at the bottom of the spring pool in Houshan, the first time he saw Jiang Yanqiu, he remembered everything after a long deep sleep.

He finally waited for his phoenix again.

Although that person has forgotten everything.

He originally wanted to lock that man with heavy chains in the dark underground of the palace, so that he would never have a chance to leave his sight, and would never jump into the River Styx in front of him.

...but he couldn't bear it.

I couldn't bear to imprison his free wings, so I could only do my best to shield him from the wind and rain of the world.

Jiang Yanqiu cried so hard that he was about to lose his breath: "You...we...how could you be so stupid..."

How could they be so stupid.

Just like in his previous life, he jumped off the Styx river alone, just to exchange for a glimmer of life for Yu Ci and the common people in the world.

Just like in this life, even if Yu Hanchao regained his memory, he never mentioned it, and insisted on suppressing the demonic energy alone.

But no matter what—at this moment, they embraced tightly.

.In this space that ignores the laws of physics, people cannot feel the passage of time.

Yu Hanchao deserves to be in the Realm of Riding Void. In just a few days, he fully recovered from being seriously injured, weak and near death, and even his cultivation became leaner and improved to a higher level.

In addition to Phoenix blood, there is also the effect of state of mind.

Now both of them have regained their memories, and they understand each other's feelings. Sometimes they only need to exchange a look to understand what the other is thinking.

The sword that Jiang Yanqiu was pierced by Li Songru from behind did not seem to cause other damage, but only temporarily sealed his Phoenix blood and mobility. Therefore, he was extremely miserable when he saw the blood flow all over the place, but under the effect of the normal phoenix blood, he quickly recovered from his injuries and was alive and kicking.

During the few days when Yu Hanchao was unable to move to recuperate from his injuries, the two of them got tired of being together all day long, and Jiang Yanqiu's storage bag contained enough things to eat, drink and play, whether it was playing chess, making tea, or reading casual books. With his meager knowledge of modern physics, those tiny fluorescent lights that seem to be inorganic but also seem to have life, and the mechanism of space-time disorder and twist, really can't figure it out--so he simply put it aside, anyway, the matter of cultivation itself is a matter of life. Very metaphysical.

It seems to want to waste the time that has been wasted for thousands of years.

Although Jiang Yanqiu was very angry at Yu Hanchao's plan to hide everything from him, but every time he was stared at by those gentle and quiet light amber pupils without blinking, thinking about his previous life, he resolutely jumped into the Styx River and left Kunlun. Jun Yi didn't seem to be doing anything right, so he gave up resentfully.

...A beauty trick, definitely a beauty trick!

. This period of time was the most peaceful and happiest time in his life.

If he could choose, Jiang Yanqiu would not go out for the rest of his life, as long as he could live here peacefully with Yu Hanchao forever.

He knew that Sword Master thought so too.

The two get along day and night, tacitly not mentioning everything outside.

finally.

The last trace of phoenix blood was absorbed and melted together with the sword pill into Yu Hanchao's meridians and heart, and his injury was finally completely healed.

They looked at each other tacitly and silently, everything was silent.

Deep struggle and hesitation flashed in Jiang Yanqiu's heart.

...Do you really want to go out?

Those who waited for them outside were probably those dark group of cultivators in Kunlun.

Whether he is narrow-minded or childish, Jiang Yanqiu really doesn't want to talk to them anymore. It's a small matter for morality to kidnap him, but Jian Zun has been guarding the Kunlun formation for many years. For hundreds of years, he has a clear conscience towards Kunlun, the cultivation world, and the common people in the world, but Kunlun doesn't regard him as his own at all. For Yu Han, who was still a young child, the old head who had taken a ruthless defense, and now Li Songru, who can kill the sword master without hesitation...

He was so disappointed that he didn't want to care about those people's life or death.

Jiang Yanqiu leaned on Yu Hanchao's shoulder, the two of them looked at the bright river of light above their heads side by side, curled their lips: "Can we not go out, I think it would be nice to stay here for the rest of my life, and go out after killing those bastards. "

Yu Hanchao turned his head and looked at him with incomparable concentration, just like he did countless times thousands of years ago.

"No matter what, I will follow you."

Jiang Yanqiu also turned to look at him: "You will spoil me like this, and a spoiled bird has a big temper."

Yu Hanchao: "Yes.

" Jiang Yanqiu, who was so handsome and perfect, couldn't take it anymore after looking at it for a while, so he leaned over and "chirped" in an instant.

Just like he was still a little bird dumpling, sticking to his favorite human beings intimately.

They exchanged a simple, lip-to-mouth kiss.

Jiang Yanqiu hangs contentedly on Yu Hanchao's arm.

It's been a long time.

Only then did he slowly say: "...If I say that I still have to go out, will you blame me?"

He was really angry.

But...

he was reluctant to leave Kunlun alone.

That is the place where Lord Kunlun was born, and the spirit of Lingshan once raised him. That is the sect that Lord Kunlun created with great painstaking efforts... although the original intention was for him.

It is only a small group of people who are wrong, not Kunlun.

Besides Li Songru, there are many other people in Kunlun.

Han Shaoqing, Chu Wanqing, Xie Qingyan, Jiang Chengtao, Eldest Miss, Senior Brother Song, Senior Brothers and Sisters who can be called, and former real people, who even spared no effort to save their lives because of their clan's feud with him. Fan Yunying, who pretended to be dead among the crowd and was unwilling to deal with them...

There were many more people in the wider world beyond Kunlun.

The cheap brother Jiang Chennian, the people of Quecheng who had successfully rescued, everyone in Yuxianlou, the Cangheng Sword Sect, and the sword cultivator who fought side by side with Shangxuan... There is one thing Jiang Yanqiu has never told anyone

.

No matter when, no matter which time, he never regretted saving those people.

There are many bad people in the world.

Those bad guys had made him waste his brains, and he wished he could leave them alone.

But there are also a lot of good people, and not so bad, people who just want to live.

He has never paid unilaterally, and many people are willing to give their lives for him.

The mother-in-law who sold red bean dumplings, until the last moment of her life, kindly let him go quickly, let him leave them alone, and let him live his own life.

...and spring red.

Even though his vision was blurred and his ears were ringing, her cry seemed to penetrate all the fog and resound in his heart.

It turned out that she was not dead.

It turns out she is someone's reincarnation.

He didn't even get to see her for the last time.

Yu Hanchao's voice was the same as before: "No matter what you want to do and what choice you make, you can." "

Your decision is always correct."

Jiang Yanqiu stared at him blankly.

The river of light hanging above their heads is like the water of the Milky Way pouring down, reorganizing and transforming flexibly. In the next second, the river of light flows and turns into thousands of fluorescent lights around them.

——Because it’s you, it’s okay no matter what.

In the light that seemed to be the end of the world and the creation of a new world, Yu Hanchao looked at him tenderly and leaned over. !