Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 139 Unforgettable
In line with the principle of being the fish on someone else's chopping board if you don't resist, Sheng Yu thought he was brave enough to pounce on the hand that was reaching out to him.

It only happened in an instant, before Feng Xian could react, her wrist was bitten firmly.

His smile froze on his face.

Feng Xian can swear that from the day he came into this world, no one dared to wrong him, let alone someone who could hurt him.

Therefore, the third palace lord of the Tong Palace, who was born in an extremely distinguished and noble family, has always done what he wants, and is loved all the time, Xi Fengtian, the younger brother of Feng Jun, has never experienced the harm caused by attacks from outsiders and objects. , I don't know what the extreme pain is.

It's really painful, heart-wrenching pain.

The little girl's white teeth easily broke through the feathered barrier on his body, broke through the superficial skin of the cultivator who transformed himself into spirits, which was stronger than spiritual iron, and bit down hard on the spiritual veins and bones under the flesh and blood. .

Fengxian felt as if he heard the sound of something breaking, and his face was dull—but the surprised expressions of Lingyuan and Bianzheng, who had stagnated for a while, told him that it was not an illusion.

He looked at the little girl dangling from his hand, resisting the pain, and pulled her into his arms.

And this seemed to give the little girl another wrong signal, so she let go.

Before Fengxian could breathe a sigh of relief, Sheng Yu aimed at another place and bit down hard, and the place where the mouth was located was the most vulnerable of the meridians.

Feng Xian was dumbfounded, all of Sheng Yan's actions were aimed at disabling his right hand, he couldn't understand it for a while, but he didn't dare to pull her away with all his strength.

Too much force, fear of hurting the little girl is one of the factors.

He remembered that Bian Zheng had told him that the body of this cheap girl of his was weak and fragile, somewhat more brittle than porcelain, and if she didn't make a mistake, she would shatter into pieces.

In addition, because of the ruthlessness of Sheng Yu's mouth, his white teeth were deeply embedded in his flesh and meridians, and the skin on his wrist was thin and there was little flesh. Feng Xian felt that his bones could be given to her. A mark came out.

He didn't dare to bet that the little girl would be broken first, or he would be separated first.

"Didn't you say it was very brittle?" Fengxian felt that she had been deceived, she turned her head stiffly and said angrily to the white-haired fairy who was also in a daze, "What's going on! What's going on!"

Hearing this, Bian Zheng moved closer, tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "There is a problem."

"Do you need to say that? Of course I know there is a problem." Fengxian felt the continuous splitting of the spiritual veins in the body and the gradual stagnation of the spiritual energy, and her tone became a little anxious.

Bian Zheng ignored his bitten wrist, showing a puzzled look: "How can your spiritual vein be so fragile?"

Feng Xian gritted her teeth and said, "It's not a matter of whether my spiritual veins are fragile or not!"

"You can't think of a way to make her let go first! Let go!" He hugged the little girl with one hand, and she held the other hand in her arms.

It looks very convenient to eat.

As if understanding what he meant, Sheng Yu changed another place and bit down again.

This time it is the tip.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain is more than piercing.

Feng Xian's complexion gradually distorted, and Bian Zheng's complexion became more and more strange.

Of course, he felt strange looking at Feng Xian, so he couldn't help taking a step back, "A Xian, try to circulate the spirit yuan to make her let go."

Bian Zheng doesn't think that his good friend is going back as he lives, and they say that if he cares about it, he will be chaotic, but after all, it is a major cultivation of the gods, so he won't be hurt by a little girl with no cultivation base.

It's okay to be unexpected once, but twice or three times, you can't dodge a trivial attack that is not an attack.

It is worth remembering and it is necessary to record it.

If Fengxian could know what was going on in her friend's mind at this moment, she would probably be so angry that she would jump up and down, trying to move her spiritual energy.

But nothing moved, the spiritual energy in the body and the cultivation base of the whole body were all silent.

His eyes widened.

The throbbing from the depths of his soul finally made Fengxian realize one thing - he can't do anything to the child in his arms, never, ever.

Even just thinking about it doesn't work!

And he will never be able to refuse all gifts from this child.

That includes harm, whether intentional or unintentional.

As a protector, he has to accept everything according to the order.

Even death.

The white-haired fairy finally said slowly, "Put her down."

Feng Xian was stunned, followed what she said, and put the little girl in her arms back on the bed.

It's just that Sheng Yu still bit his index finger and knuckles, and his eyes were full of extreme fear and panic, looking at the black-haired golden feathered son squatting in front of him.

Bian Zheng continued: "Stand back a bit."

Fengxian got up slowly, and moved back very slowly until the two were an arm's length apart.

Seeing that he was about to say something to the little girl with a heartbroken face, Bian Zheng also stepped back a little, and said in private: "Shut up, do you really want to lose a bone in yourself?"

"It's not impossible... Anyway, it can grow again." Feng Xian frowned and replied in a very troubled manner.

The spirit race is different from the human race. Once injured, it is very difficult to recover.

The higher the level of the spirit race, the more so.

Conversely, the higher the rank of the Spirit Race, the stronger and less likely to be injured——Feng Xian, exactly.

It's not just that no one dares to hurt him, no one can hurt him, but that he can't be hurt at all, even if there is a world of difference in cultivation between the two.

The cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm is only a rough measure using the human race's standard for dividing realms.

The healing methods and elixirs that ordinary human races can use are not very useful to the spirit race, but they also have very special healing methods.

"Stand there and don't move. I noticed it earlier. Huihui seems to be very resistant to contact with people."

"Then why didn't you tell me before?" Feng Xian didn't look back at Bian Zheng, but also communicated with him.

Someone replied: "I forgot."

"And the speed of your action is a little faster than I can speak." His face was flat, and there was a bit of innocence in his voice, "Now we are all strangers to her, and it's okay to be afraid Human nature."

As they retreated, Sheng Qi naturally let go of his hand and teeth, letting go of someone's poor hand.

Looking at the tooth marks that were visible in the depths of the eyes, Fengxian also reacted belatedly, her complexion was very complicated, "I thought that my spiritual rank was high enough."

Bian Zheng glanced at him and said, "It's not just high enough."

In the entire Qifengtian, apart from the current Feng Jun, there is probably no higher spiritual level than his good friend.

Although Fengjun is now Fengxian's eldest brother, he has ruled the world for more than ten thousand years, and Fengxian was only two hundred and one years away from his birth.

The difference is far beyond the age gap between Bian Zheng and Bian Qi.

Wan Ling once agreed that Fengxian would most likely be the next Fengjun candidate. After all, he is so young and has unparalleled possibilities.

However, none of the spirits could have imagined that Feng Xian had no awareness of being selected by the King's Nest, and left the ancestral land directly, traveling alone in the star sea, and after returning, she followed her clansmen to an unreachable world.

"But now, there is an existence that may be higher than my spiritual level."

Feng Xian's complexion was ugly. Because of his status as a guardian, it was one thing for him to accept all the harm from the little girl, but it was another thing for him to be hurt.

In judging status among members of the same clan, the high ground of the spiritual rank is far more important than factors such as cultivation, family background, bloodline, etc. It is a common common sense that it is difficult for low-ranking spiritual races to harm high-ranking spiritual races.

Bian Zheng glanced at him calmly and sighed.

Perhaps, that's also the reason why he was chosen by Wang Zhichao - Wang Zhichao had to leave Qifengtian, cross the sea of ​​stars, and come to an extremely distant world.

Feng Xian also said worriedly: "Should I say that he is indeed the child of my good brother and the smoker?"

In this way, it is very stressful for him to be a sub-father.

"I don't know how much difference Huihui will have compared with elder brother's spiritual rank?"

Hearing what he said, Bian Zheng remembered something important, and said, "There is something I haven't had time to tell you."

"I think it might be more than one." Feng Xian rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "You might as well think about it, how many things you haven't told me."

"Hui Hui is missing twelve bones."

"Oh, if it grows out again, it will be fine."

Feng Xian secretly slandered, although it was difficult for them to recover from their injuries, it was not impossible for them to recover completely.

"I can't bring it back."

"Impossible, as strong as my elder brother, he will also be injured, and he will gradually get better when he is injured." Catching the strange surprise in Bian Zheng's words, Fengxian said in disbelief, "There is no such thing as a spiritual race that cannot recover from injuries at all. "

If there is one, how high a spiritual level must it be?

"Furthermore, if it's what you think, we won't be able to save Huihui."

The existence of that kind of spiritual level means that the damage received is irreversible and cannot be saved.

"I also know what you said." Bian Zheng looked at Feng Xian with serious eyes, "But have you ever thought about another possibility?"

"I mean, just the fact that Hui Hui was seriously injured before coming here, and his words were very weird?"

Feng Xian's face turned cold, "What's so weird?"

"Something happened to the ancestor's nest."

"Impossible, with big brother here, it is impossible for Qi Fengtian to have an accident, and it is even more impossible for Zuchao to have an accident."

The words of rebuttal blurted out, and Fengxian glanced up casually, only to see the shivering little figure curled up in the corner of the bed, and was stunned again, staggering back half a step.

The beautiful black-haired son of golden feather murmured in a low voice: "Yes, she is very afraid of us, and she never remembers me."

She was afraid of the Guardian chosen for her by the King's Nest, who could never betray herself.

I am afraid of them, relatives who are connected by blood.

"It's incredible."

Fengxian met his friend's cold gaze and thought of another possibility, but he was even more unwilling to believe in the existence of this possibility from the bottom of his heart.

The little girl's spiritual level is higher than his. If she stays in the ancestral nest, no existence can harm her.

Except, his brother.

Thinking of this, Feng Xian was silent.

Only in this way can we explain why the little girl denied their kinship.

Did she have many happy and happy days in her past life?

Only then can I never forget.

……

……

Before the little girl fell asleep, she heard the footsteps of the two leaving and the sound of the door closing.

She bit her lip, and tightly clenched the edge of the quilt on her body.

The person who was bitten by herself, she can feel how much pain he has, not only limited to the painful expression on his face, but also an inexplicable connection between herself and him, like two people People are tied together.

There was a voice in her heart telling her that he was in pain and she shouldn't have done that.

She shouldn't have hurt him, always, always.

But Sheng Yu was really too scared, she didn't mean to listen to that voice's advice at all, in her opinion, it was more appropriate to say it was a kind of temptation.

She didn't let go.

Unexpectedly, even so, she was not beaten.

The sound of closing doors, the airtight room, and the feet that cannot walk.

Sheng Fu was surprised, this time, she seemed to be locked up.

All these things were so strange, she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but she just raised her left hand, looked at her wrist, then raised her right hand, her eyes stayed a little below the wrist for a long time.

Biting it up seems to be different from cutting it off with a knife.

The helpless Xiaotuanzi can only make a wish to the full moon in his heart——before Ai Luoluo arrives, I hope that everything will not get worse.

It hurts to be cut by a knife on the body.

Whether it is the pain of being bitten or being cut, it is better to have less pain.

……

……

Bright red traces fell all over the ground.

Consciousness is also becoming more and more blurred.

Where the line of sight falls, there are endless silver light and many dazzling pearl-colored cubes.

The young man in a green shirt that was the same color as the grass climbed up the grand silver staircase, holding an extremely delicate and gorgeous silver cage in his hand.

The silver cage has the same color as the steps under the feet, it is very dreamy and beautiful, but also illusory, full of all kinds of indescribable meanings.

Not really big, but just big enough to hold what he needs.

He thought to himself, as long as he can't run away, it's fine.

There are more and more bloodstains on the ground, which vaguely resonates with the non-stop rhythmic translucent cubes in the silver sea.

Sensing the weaker and weaker aura in the cage, Qing Que glanced at the little hand hanging on the edge of the silver cage, and quickly looked away.

The silver staircase seemed to have no end, and no matter how he walked, he would never reach the shore he wanted.

After walking for a long time, the scenery in the Silver Sea finally changed.

Above the sea, a huge, translucent obelisk appeared, extremely neat.

Qingque looked at the bottom of it, and the silver cage in his hand made him understand the content above, and he read it line by line.

"The winner, Chonghua, has the first victory."

"Victor, Feng, the number of victories is one."

"The winner, Chu Tiankuo, Chu Miaomiao, Changyi, the number of victories is two."

……

"Winner, Mianmian Ruyi, Bell Tower, Jimei, the number of victories is four."

"The winner, Yun Xiqian, won five times."

……

"Victor, Jingzhu, the number of victories is eight."

……

……

His speech speed slowed down, and he raised his eyes to look at the three lines of silver characters on the top of the stone tablet.

"The winner, Qiu Yinxue, the number of victories, 130 two."

"The winner, Jian Cong'an, the number of victories, 130 three."

Thinking of this, the handsome young man began to cry.

He looked up and looked at the words on the top of the stele.

"The winner, Yunyao, the number of victories, 130 four."

"Number one."

He was very angry, his voice became much higher, and he yelled out his heart to Yinhai.

"What do you call fairness! What if I win once!"

"Why are they the only ones who can do it, but I can't!"

"I just want to win once!"

(End of this chapter)