Xianlu Spring and Autumn

PS: Thanks to Fox and Ruzhu for the monthly pass, today it’s a two-in-one chapter, and it’s gone in the afternoon!

It's snowing!

Ye Bai's face was stern, the world in his pupils was as dark as night, and the aura of the three-heart runner floated on his body, and his eyes looked coldly at the old man of the Wind Clan.

He has no enmity with this person, but he must be killed. The grievances between the two parties have already been determined by the position. If he does not kill the other party, Ye Bai will face the encirclement and suppression of all the Wind Clan. In the future, he will find someone who can pass through the soul liquid on the third floor. At that time, there will be constant pursuit and killing.

boom!

There was a huge explosion, booming!

The distance between the old man of the Wind Clan and Ye Bai was only a few dozen feet. For a Lichen cultivator, this distance can be ignored. Ye Bai almost just flashed out the purple bead, and the wrath of Mo Ying hit him!

The ghost cultivator's body of the old man from the Wind Clan shattered into nothingness like the most fragile glass with a bang, and he didn't have time to make any resistance.

With Ye Bai's current strength, there is no need for such a sneak attack anymore, but the other dozen or so Wind Clan are really far away. If Ye Bai wants to kill them all, he will have no time to do it again. Fighting for too long with this suspected leader of the Wind Clan old man.

After all, in the black temple, the space is weird, Ye Bai can't use the air tearing technique to chase down the opponent, he can only use the one-word thunder stride, and compared with the wind clan who is naturally good at speed, the one-word thunder stride is still not enough. It is almost impossible to catch up with the fleeing WindClan.

"Three-heart runner, what a powerful supernatural power!"

The old man of the Wind Clan was instantly killed by the human race that appeared out of thin air, and the faces of all the Wind Clan were shocked.

And the middle-aged man standing not far from the old man of the Wind Clan, as the number two person, reacted faster than the other Wind Clan, and had more knowledge. He almost immediately noticed the aura of the three-heart runner on Ye Bai.

call!

Ye Bai killed the old man.He punched the middle-aged man again.

"Walk--"

The middle-aged man was also considered extraordinary, but he immediately judged that he was not Ye Bai's opponent, and roared loudly.

Before the words fell, Mo Ying's anger had already blasted on him, and the other party couldn't even blew himself up.

The speed is fast.The attack was fierce, and the Wind Clan looked at it again, and their hearts jumped!

After killing the second Wind Clan, Ye Bai didn't pause for a moment, and quickly pinched with his hands, releasing a galactic storm of flames, sweeping towards the other dozen or so Wind Clans in all directions.

pity.After all, it was a step too slow!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The four Wind Clan who reacted the fastest turned their heads and flew out in four directions. Although the remaining ten or so were caught in, Ye Bai looked at the four fleeing figures.There was no joy on his face.

The calculations in the world will not be as expected.

The flame galaxy scrolled, the sound of screams, and the sound of explosions.Come from it together, in a vortex like a lake of flames.Huge red waves exploded.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the galaxy of flames slowly dissipated, leaving only Ye Bai among the dots of flames.Ye Bai's face was slightly condensed, he glanced at the direction of the four fleeing Wind Clan, a look of calculation flashed in his eyes, he finally shook his head slightly, and did not go after them.

Time is fleeting!

Even if Ye Bai chases him now, it is impossible to catch up. In this space, if the Wind Clan intends to escape, he has a natural advantage.

In Ye Bai's hand, there was only a group of green primordial spirits, which were left by the last Wind Clan he killed. In order to hurry, he even only captured the primordial spirit of this last guy.

In the surrounding sky, white mist has gradually risen!

Although the Feng Clan was almost killed by Ye Bai, the formation was touched, and traces of a snake-like aura came from the air, carrying the power of strangulation.

Ye Bai opened the wall of sinking and barriers of artistic conception space, and was not in a hurry to break through. This is one of the reasons why he must catch a guy's soul.

After glancing at the formation outside him, he immediately searched for the soul of the captured soul.

After a while, Ye Bai understood the mystery of the formation outside.

According to this person's memory, Ye Bai's figure turned around dozens of times in an unusually strange way before he came out of the formation. After he came out of the formation, Ye Bai erased the wisdom in his primordial spirit and swallowed it casually.

scoff!

After putting away the primordial spirit, Ye Bai tore open the storage space of the old man of the Feng clan. This old man has a late king level, that is, the realm of the late Lichen, and his net worth is not bad. There are nearly ten million immortal stones alone. Needless to say, Ye Bai accepted them one by one with a smile.

After Ye Bai took everything, he flew into the distance.

"The four soul clans who escaped are not my opponents. They must go to the next floor to find helpers. However, the wind clan in the starry sky realm should not be able to break in here. I am not afraid of the monks in the dusty realm. The trouble is, if they can't kill me, and arrange more restrictions and formations to seal off the passages on the third and second floors, it will undoubtedly cut off my way back."

Ye Bai frowned slightly, calmly analyzing every possible situation.

"It seems that we must find the soul fluid and leave here before the Wind Clan army blocks the exit, but... is there really a soul fluid in this layer?"

The more he searched, the more Ye Bai felt that the road ahead was uncertain.

That time when the master offered a reward for the totem pole, a group of cultivators who had escaped from the star sea almost turned this layer upside down, but Ye Bai never heard of anyone who got the spirit liquid, at least there was no rumor in the market.

After thinking for a while, Ye Bai emptied his mind, focused on what was in front of him, and searched carefully.

……

Back to the other side, after the four escaped Wind Clan ran out, they were finally relieved to see that Ye Bai didn't come after them.

But the four of them knew that they were not Ye Bai's opponent, and the news that the human race broke into this place again had to be spread to the depths immediately, so they quickly changed directions and headed towards the passage on the third floor and the fourth floor together. fly away.

The passage from the third floor to the fourth floor was originally blocked by Daoist Pangmao and Ren Shisan with formation restrictions more than 1000 years ago, and after the two of them, they seemed to have mysteriously arranged some means to strengthen the wind resistance. clan seal effect.

But just as Ye Bai expected, the Wind Clan in the depths below, there are many powerful masters, maybe they are still old opponents of the Grand Master, and the Grand Master is improving.This person is also improving.

Although he couldn't get out by himself, he was still able to break the blockade arranged by Daoist Pound and Ren Shisan, and then sent out low-level monks to break the seal of the Great Master.

But depending on the situation, the seal set by the Great Master this time.It shouldn't be that easy to break.The masters of the Wind Clan starry sky realm still can't break through.

The first Feng Clan to arrive at the passage was a handsome young man. Although he was handsome, he had a rather cold demeanor. Because he was running for his life, there was still a bit of panic in his eyes.Seeing that the forbidden atmosphere of the formation around the passage was pervasive and not destroyed, the person was relieved and recognized that it was rearranged by the Wind Clan himself.

"Fenglan, why are you so flustered?"

Formation in the white mist.A figure of an old man flashed out, about five or sixty years old, with white hair and wrinkled face.His face was majestic and cold, with the realm of the late king level.

When standing in the void.It gave people a feeling like a towering tree. Although the white hair fluttered in the wind and the wings fluttered rhythmically, the body did not waver at all.A pair of deep eyes, calm, can be sent to guard here, it is obviously not an ordinary person.

"Brother Dao, some people have broken in, Brother Feng Ding and the others have been killed!"

The young man named Fenglan was much worse than him, and he quickly replied after hearing his words.

"Has the human race finally arrived?"

The white-haired old man's face was calm, as if he had expected to come back this day, and as if he was looking forward to this day, a trace of hatred appeared in the depths of his eyes. In the eyes of the monks of the Wind Clan, every wandering monk is a big The master's minion.

"Fengding them, how did they die?"

The white-haired old man asked immediately after pondering for a moment.

Fenglan told the story of the incident, and focused on Zizhu.

The white-haired old man frowned in thought, and asked after a long time: "So, this person succeeded in the sneak attack by relying on the magic weapon of beads that can hide people?"

The old man looked at Feng Lan with a slight dissatisfaction, and the implication was that you couldn't take down a mid-stage cultivator from Li Chen who was attacking unexpectedly.

Boundless coercion enveloped the opponent.

Feng Lan's face changed, and he said quickly: "Brother Daoist, don't misunderstand, although this person has taken the opportunity to attack, but his own supernatural powers are also extremely strong, otherwise Daoist Brother Fengxing, it is impossible for us to escape immediately , this person must be a Taoist wheel-running cultivator. His movements are too fast, I haven't felt clearly yet, Brother Fengxing has already let us escape."

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he still didn't believe his words.

Feng Lan's complexion suddenly turned ugly. You must know that the person opposite him is not a good stubble, but a famous iron-faced monk in the clan.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

At this moment, three piercing sounds came from afar.

The two turned their heads to look, and there were three more Wind Clan flapping their wings, flying from afar, and they were the other three Feng Clan monks who had escaped.

"Brother Dao, Fenglan didn't lie, that guy is indeed very powerful, his aura of Dao heart runner seems to be a three-heart runner..."

The three came side by side, and a middle-aged monk in the middle said with a gloomy face. After the words fell, he had already arrived in front of the two of them.

Hearing the middle-aged monk's words, the other two Feng Clan also nodded, remembering the scene of Ye Bai killing Feng Ding and Feng Xing that day, they even showed lingering fear.

Seeing the three of them coming and supporting her, Feng Lan also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three-heart wheel? Are you reading that right?"

The eyes of the white-haired old man finally became serious at this moment, and he looked at the middle-aged monk with some surprise.

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, then frowned and said: "This person's speed is too fast. After lightning killed Fengding Fengxing, he changed to artistic conception supernatural powers. I'm not sure..."

The white-haired old man nodded, and then looked at the other two, who shook their heads to indicate that they hadn't noticed in time.

After thinking for a moment, the white-haired old man said decisively: "Fenglan, you go to the fourth floor, report this matter to Elder Fengfutu, and ask him to make an idea, the three of you stay here and stay here with me. "

"Yes!"

The four of them responded and acted separately, and Feng Lan immediately entered the formation restriction.

In the world of the Black Temple, there is another storm. This time, Ye Bai will be alone, facing the Wind Clan master coming up from the depths below.

……

The fourth floor of the Black Temple, Thunder World!

This is a purple world, the light is slightly dim, and the whole world seems to be covered with a layer of mysterious and hazy purple tulle.

As soon as you enter, there are high and low rolling hills.The hills are covered with luxuriant vegetation, perhaps because they have been soaked in the thunder purple air for too long, they all present a thick purple color, which is bright and mysterious, making people unconsciously intoxicated by it.

And if you look carefully.On those purple branches and leaves, there seemed to be a little bit of lightning flowing, like spiritual roots, but the breath was just ordinary grass and trees.

The vitality breath of this layer is stronger than that of the third layer, and perhaps equally rich, there is also the soul energy.

Feng Lan came from the world below the third floor.Therefore, I have long been used to such a scene. After entering, I didn't stop for a moment, and flew out with vibrating wings, swift as the wind.

……

Hilly terrain.Gradually got higher.

The trees are also taller, some reaching hundreds of feet, covering the sky, and the scenery is magnificent.Fascinating.

Siye is even more unusually quiet, this place is similar to the existence of the Underworld.Ordinary beasts can't survive here at all. All the way here, they can only be alone or alone.Or hordes of ghost beasts wandering quietly in their own territory. Ordinary ghost beasts are also in a quiet state when the wind clan, the charming beast royal family, passes by, and they will not riot for no reason. .

Occasionally there are villages. Obviously, the Wind Clan has established scattered strongholds here. It is obviously not easy for these Wind Clan to continue to practice after death.

The terrain is getting higher and higher.

After more than three months of traveling almost non-stop, Feng Lan finally arrived at his destination.

This is a mountain with a height of two to three thousand feet. The mountain is not towering, but it is surprisingly meandering, spreading into the distance, and the mountain is also purple, with purple spiritual flowers and plants growing everywhere. Looking up, one can vaguely see a mountain. There are palace-like existences scattered all over the mountain.

Not being able to see the monks, becoming a Wind Clan in the state of ghost cultivation, losing a lot of desires, and being sealed here by the master, practicing hard behind closed doors, may be the choice of most of the Wind Clan.

Forbidden array, overlapping!

After traveling for a cup of tea, Feng Lan finally reached the top of the mountain.

There is only one solitary hall on the top of the mountain. It is about ten feet high and thirty or forty feet in radius.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly, and there was no guard at the door.

In addition, there are no other palaces or monks on the top of the mountain. The identity of the monks in the palace is obviously not simple.

Feng Lan arrived at the entrance of the main hall, knelt down on one knee, looked respectful, and said in a deep voice: "Feng Lan pays homage to Elder Futu, something happened on the third floor!"

There was no restriction on the door, and the sound went straight through the hall.

Not long after, the door of the main hall opened silently, and a gloomy cold wind flowed out from the hall, rushing towards the face, even if he was already a ghost cultivator, the wind and waves were like falling into an ice cave, and he couldn't help shivering from the cold.

In the main hall, there is no lighting, and the light is even dimmer, only a figure sitting cross-legged in the depths of the hall can be vaguely seen, with lightning flashes in both eyes, directing towards the wind and waves, with an extremely powerful aura.

This person has extremely broad shoulders, sitting on one side of the wall, as calm as a mountain, his eyes are cold and majestic, he has not yet spoken or made any other movements, he already exudes supreme pressure, his face cannot be seen clearly.

Before this person, he didn't know what skills and supernatural powers he was practicing. There were streaks of purple-black sword energy in the hall, sharp and slender, creepy, and the strangest thing was that these purple-black sword energy was full of A pious atmosphere similar to a totem pole.

Feng Lan's half-kneeling body suddenly sank, and his face became more dignified.

"What's the matter?"

The monk in the hall said coldly. After saying these two words, he said nothing more. He looked like he cherished words like gold, and his voice was low and hoarse. He must be a middle-aged man.

Feng Lan didn't dare to delay, and quickly told what happened on the third floor, without missing a single bit.

"A monk who turned three hearts in the middle of the dust..."

After the monk in the temple listened, his eyes flickered slightly, his voice was a bit playful, and he said to himself: "If this person didn't rely on the pill to realize the three-heart wheel, the old man would also write a word of obedience. It’s not that great if he realizes the pill. However, he can deduce the magic power of three-heart wheel, and his comprehension is astonishing.”

Feng Lan listened intently, but dared not speak.

The monks in the temple didn't speak any more, they focused their eyes in thought, and their brows gradually frowned.

A three-heart runner monk must be a top master under the starry sky, a starry sky master in the Wind Clan.If you can't rush to the third floor, if you want to kill the opponent, you can only send the elite of the Wind Clan, or a large number of monks.

After thinking for a while, the monk in the temple said in a deep voice, "Go and get Feng Guhe to meet me."

"Yes!"

Feng Lan's spirit lifted, and she responded with a sound.Turn around and leave.

In the soul cultivation of the Feng clan, there are many masters, but if we talk about the existence of the top five under the starry sky, there must be this fellow named Feng Guhe. Be stronger.He is a genius of the Wind Clan who has realized the perfect wheel of Dao Xin in the middle of the king class.

……

After a while, Feng Lan came back accompanied by a thin and tall Feng Clan, needless to say, it was Feng Guhe.

When the Fengzu monks were young, most of them were handsome and handsome.The woman was so beautiful, but this monk named Feng Guhe had an extremely ordinary appearance, if it wasn't for the pair of wings on his back.Custody makes people think that he is a human in disguise.

This person is in his early thirties and is nine feet tall.With long hands and feet, when flying over, the spread wings are much bigger than Feng Lan.It looks thin and weak, but the mixed body exudes a tyrannical aura that only the existence of the late king class has.

The appearance is ordinary, the eyebrows are lowered, the eyes are darkly shining, although the aura is strong, but the temperament is a little lonely, a withdrawn look, like a lone crane living alone, coupled with the gray-black soul enveloping the body , and added a bit of mystery.

"I've seen Elder Futu!"

After arriving, Feng Guhe bowed slightly to the monks in the palace, but there was not much respect, obviously he was also a monk who was extremely proud in his bones.

Fengfu Tucheng Mansion is extremely deep, his eyes flashed, and he said with a playful smile in his voice: "Guhe, your opponent is here, and he is a middle-stage kid from Lichen who is a three-hearted runner, you—— don't Lose to him!"

Feng Guhe heard the words, his eyes brightened, but this person is not a fool, he was not dazzled by the fighting spirit, and immediately asked: "Has the human race broke in again? How many people are there?"

Feng Futu gestured to Feng Lan and said, "Feng Lan, you come and tell him."

Fenglan recounted what happened on the third floor again, and then said: "This person is the first to come in in hundreds of years. It is not clear whether there are others, but according to the master's task routine, every There will always be a large number of wandering monks coming to do the task at a time, and there may not be other human races coming in behind him."

Feng Guhe nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Feng Futu's voice became serious and cold and said: "Gu He, you immediately select the elite from the clan, take them to the third floor, first re-seal the passage from the third floor to the second floor, and then go to the third floor. The Nine Dead Star Sea cultivators on the first floor must be wiped out, especially this kid, he must not stay, if he grows up, he might be a great help to the ruler!"

Whoosh!

After the words fell, the sound of the wind rang out, and a pitch-black sign shot out from the hall, shooting straight at Feng Guhe.

"You take my identity token and go. In the world of Thunder, you can choose from king-level monks. If you don't follow, you will be killed!"

Feng Futu added another sentence, in the darkness, the two eyes shot out a cold and decisive look!

"Yes!"

Feng Guhe said in a deep voice, turned around and left, his slender figure disappeared in the purple light and shadow, when he was leaving, he glanced at the tree not far away from the corner of his eye .

Feng Lan also bid farewell and left.

At the entrance of the main hall, there was no one else.

……

But the palace door was not closed, Feng Futu's eyes flashed, and he shouted with a bit of displeasure in his voice: "Partridge, are you still not coming out?"

After the words fell, a silver bell-like woman's laughter suddenly sounded.

"Teacher is still so brilliant. I have already used the Escapism of Nothingness taught by you, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."

In the shadow of a big tree not far from the hall, a slim figure walked out without a sound, walked towards the hall with lotus steps.

This person is a female cultivator of the Feng clan, about 25 years old, with a slender and graceful figure, graceful lines, undulating mountains, and an even more astonishingly beautiful appearance. She has a high nose and deep eyes, bright eyes that are kind of gazing, with a touch of exoticism. She is stunning, the most touching part, It is a small red mole at the corner of the mouth, adding a bit of delicacy.

This woman's gaze is extremely agile, she seems to be coquettish, but deep in her eyes, there is a bit of unspeakable cunning, like an elf in this purple world, her hair is dark green, which is rare among the Wind Clan, and as she walks, Floating like a cloud.

Judging from the tone of the two, this woman seems to be called Feng Partridge, and she has a master-student relationship with Feng Futu.

"You are also a monk in the king-level realm, and one of the talented descendants in the clan. Go back and wait for the order. Guhe might pick you to go with you."

Feng Futu didn't give his apprentice a good face, and said coldly, with a demeanor of distinguishing between public and private.

"Teacher thought, Feng Guhe, didn't he find me? If he wanted to pick me to go with him, he would have called me out just now."

Feng Partridge's beautiful eyes flashed, and he said something with a charming smile, and then said: "Feng Guhe is arrogant and arrogant, and has always wanted to prove that he is more powerful than anyone in our generation, especially the one who died. Brother Wushen, so it is impossible for him to pick any one of us."

This woman has a look of insight into people's hearts, and her voice is firm. (to be continued~^~)