Thunderbolt of the End of the World

Then Lin Feng sat on the top of the Nine Heavens and passed through the layers of clouds. Lin Feng swaggered to the place where Yu Qinghuan was repairing. .

　83 Heavenly Sword Final Battle【For Collection】

Top of the Nine Heavens.

The clouds are vast, the fairy spirit is ethereal, and the spirit grass and fairy fruits are everywhere, a peaceful scene.

"Roar!"

The roar of the beast shook the sky, and the giant dragon beast, Pixiu, flapped its golden yellow wings, soared for nine days, and flew down.

Lin Feng jumped off the back of the Pixiu, and the Pixiu transformed itself into the size of a ball. Recently, the Pixiu and the fire unicorn have been kept in the inner space by Lin Feng, and they are rarely released. Although they are also divine beasts that have lived for thousands of years, their minds are different from those of ten years old. It was no different from the children of . The last time I came to the top of the Nine Heavens, Pixiu was greedy for the spirit grass fairy fruit here, but Lin Feng left after collecting the "Emperor Qi", leaving it no chance, this time I have to eat everything - full.

Without waiting for Lin Feng's instructions, Pixiu flew up a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit tree with its small wings, plucked a vermilion fruit full of spiritual energy, and ate it. Go and pick another one.

Lin Feng didn't stop it. There are many treasures here, so it's nothing to let Pixiu eat at all. I think Yu Qinghuan won't blame it.

"Mizhi, Mizhi (Lin Feng, why are you here again)?"

Immortal Beast Mizhi sensed very keenly, and after Lin Feng reached the top of the Nine Heavens, Pidianpidian ran over.

Looking at the furry Mizhi, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Long time no see, Mizhi, you have gained a little weight. Did you steal the fairy's elixir again?"

"Mizhi, Mizhi (you are fat, I want you to take care of it)." Mizhi turned his head, looking unhappy.

At this time, Yu Qinghuan came over, saw Lin Feng, and said with a chuckle: "The earth in the Divine State has recovered. It seems that you repaired the divine pillar very smoothly."

"Well, something happened in the middle, but it's not a big problem, but the "Emperor Qi" has lost a lot, but I'm sorry!" The dragon-shaped mark on Lin Feng's eyebrows is dim. In order to repair the damaged Shenzhou pillar, the "Emperor Qi" has been Not much left.

Yu Qinghuan looked at the dragon-shaped mark on Lin Feng's eyebrows, and said suspiciously: "Your destiny is very strange, it is reasonable to say that there is no emperor's destiny, forcibly absorbing "emperor qi" will inevitably lead to death, but "emperor qi" not only does not exist It hurts you in the slightest, but it's unusually peaceful, it's strange!"

"Isn't this very good? Don't you want me to have an accident!" Lin Feng said jokingly.

Although Yu Qinghuan has been practicing for hundreds of years, she has been living at the top of the Nine Heavens. She is very simple and a little embarrassed: "No, I don't mean that, it's just..."

"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke. Apart from returning the 'Emperor Qi', there is another matter to discuss." Lin Feng immediately said that he was going to settle at the top of the Nine Heavens.

Yu Qinghuan agreed very happily. After all, the heights are very cold, and although Mi Zhi was with her, she couldn't help feeling lonely.

Of course, the most important thing is that because Lin Feng repairs the pillars and saves the land of misery, Yu Qinghuan feels that Lin Feng is not a bad person. This is the key to Yu Qinghuan's agreement.

Next, Lin Feng guided the "Emperor Qi" out of the body and let it wander freely on the top of the Nine Heavens. Today, there is not much "Emperor Qi" left, and it is not very useful to leave it.

Taking the "Emperor Qi" out of the body, Lin Feng and Yu Qinghuan talked for a while, and then returned to Qianzhuwu. Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle of the "Sword of Heaven". s plan.

the other side.

After Mo Dao Juechen was defeated by Lin Feng, as soon as he healed his wounds, he went to find the Death God Tai Xuezhu, and wanted him to release the soul of the Sword Emperor, but "Heavenly Sword" was about to appear, and the Tai Xuezhu was not in the mood to play with Mo Dao Juechen. In the game, how Mo Dao Juechen is willing to give up, and immediately draws the sword to face each other.

However, it was completely different from the previous result. The serious Taixue master taught Mo Dao Juechen to be a man in minutes, and he cut Mo Dao Juechen into serious injuries with one move. Only then did Mo Dao Juechen realize the reality. The gap between the God of Death was so great that he felt very ironic and frustrated when he remembered that he had threatened to solve the God of Death with a "big rhetoric" before.

Perhaps he felt that Mo Dao Juechen was still useful, so the Master Taixue did not kill Mo Dao Juechen, but let him leave.

Mo Dao Juechen, who suffered a blow, walked silently. He planned to return to his homeland, look for the people in his hometown, and comfort his wounded heart.

With an uneasy mood, Mo Dao Juechen chose to return to the Western Desert, but when he returned to the desert, he was greeted with a terrifying sight. The desert clansmen were actually slaughtered!

Seeing the tragic death of all the tribesmen, men and women, young and old, Mo Dao Juechen kneeled on the blood-stained ground in despair: "How could this be? what……"

Grief, remorse, anger, a trace of purple light flashed in Mo Dao Juechen's eyes, murderous intent: "There are still two people living in the witch sect and the blood thorn, and I shouldn't be merciful back then! Since I have also taken away my last support, The only thing left with my sword is...kill! Kill!"

Full of anger, Mo Dao Juechen, who was bent on revenge, set foot on the Central Plains again.

"Crash..."

The night rain was pouring, and people's hearts were even colder. Mo Dao Juechen walked alone in the wind and rain, but the pouring rain kept pouring out the fire of hatred.

"You ask that the return date is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan rises to the autumn pond. Why should you share the candles at the west window, but you talk about the night rain in Bashan."

One person held an umbrella and walked towards Mo Dao Juechen. Despite the wind and rain, not a single drop of rain splashed on his body. Dye, obviously hidden.

"Yu Bufan." Mo Dao Juechen looked at the person who came, with a soft color in his eyes, but his voice was still indifferent.

Yu Bufan held an oil-paper umbrella and said with a smile: "Juechen, long time no see!"

"Um!"

With a faint answer, Mo Dao Juechen seemed a little distant.

　Yu Bufan said indifferently: "You are still surrounded by wind and sand, and it is difficult to wash away even in heavy rain. It is really unaccustomed to be with you for an elegant person like me."

"If you're not used to it, you can leave." Mo Dao Juechen said indifferently, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Hearing this, Yu Bufan looked very hurt, and pointed at Mo Dao Juechen with a folding fan: "You have disappeared for so many years, and there is no news, so I am looking for you everywhere, and it is hard to meet you. unacceptable!"

Mo Dao Juechen felt warm in his heart, but when he thought of the dead clansmen, he quickly said lonely: "On my side, there is only tragedy!"

"Juechen, I haven't seen you for many years, the cheerful personality you used to have is gone!" Yu Bufan put away his cynical appearance and said with a sigh.

Mo Dao Juechen remembered the tragic situation of the desert tribesmen, and said in anguish: "People who have lost their country, how can they be happy?"

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Yu Bufan walked over to Mo Dao Juechen and patted it on Mo Dao's shoulder. With a fortune of his true essence, he removed the moisture from Mo Dao's body and said sternly, "I went to the desert to see it before!"

"Do you have any clues?" Mo Dao Juechen asked eagerly.

Yu Bufan shook his head slightly: "No, but those who have such a blood feud with the desert clan are most likely to be witch sects and blood thorns."