Fengyunlu

A word is gentle, a thought is indifferent.

A powerful spiritual thought swept through the house, and Feng Chen was stunned.

Cang Xuan's solitary momentum defeated Jiuyou's demonic thoughts in an instant. Not only did he turn back, but most of his demon-dyed blood was also purified at the same time. With a sizzling sound, the black ink in his blood was Most of the contamination has also been eliminated.

"This breath...this breath..."

"..."

Feng Chen was so excited at the moment that he couldn't care about what was happening now or what he should do now.

Because that divine thought that cuts through the world, that overwhelming aura in the sky, that incomparably familiar and blood-connected feeling, turned out to be his father.

Wind Wanlin! !

"father……"

As soon as he thought about it, he felt like he was gone.

The young man has a stubborn heart and is meant to be strong. Although he has been with his mother for the past three years, he is still dependent on others and will inevitably be a little lonely.

But now, this thought has appeared in his mind. It is actually his long-lost support and concern. How can the world not be chaotic?

He is messy! !

The mood is confused, the mood is confused, and the grievances all over are confused...

"Dad, Chen'er..."

The murmurs were choked again, Feng Chen was stubborn and endured, as if he wanted to hide all the pain in his heart, but a boy is still a boy, and when all kinds of grievances come to the face of his parents, where can he hide them?

"In the past three years... Chen'er..."

“It’s so painful!!”

After all, I couldn't hold back my tears. Feng Chen's eyes burst with tears.

"Chen'er, my father is here."

A short word is as powerful as a thousand weights.

Feng Wanlin's words "My father is here" are full of mountain heights and domineering. It seems that with him here, everything is no longer everything.

"Dad, my mother...that Jiuyou..."

Feng Chen was completely defeated, he could no longer hold back the stubbornness in his heart, and he couldn't express the grievances he felt...

"Don't cry, Chen'er. I'll wait for you to be with him as a father." Feng Wanlin said a word in his mind and then moved.

Taste Langlang~

A sharp sound seemed to smooth away all the sadness.

Thousands of sharp energy emerged from the sharp energy formed by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear. Once it entered Fengchen's bloodline, it transformed into two streams of power, one that was unstoppable and the other that was unstoppable.

The two attacks, one slashing and the other protecting, completely purified Feng Chen's bloodline in just a moment, and the Nine Netherworld was also pushed back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You're not dead?"

In the ruins, Jiuyou was also stunned in his thoughts, and for a moment he forgot that he was forced to retreat like this.

I was only surprised by Feng Wanlin's spiritual thoughts, why he didn't have a true spirit at the beginning, but he could still appear after his body and soul were destroyed.

This……

"died."

These two simple words showed that Feng Wanlin was proud of his life and did not bother to play with his mind.

However, although he meant what he said, the moment he said it, it made Jiuyou even more confused: "Dead?"

"Yes, Feng is indeed dead. What appears now is just using some means." Feng Wanlin said immediately.

As his voice fell slightly, the force generated by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear also moved. The hazy mist that was originally filled with snow was revealed by his spiritual thoughts. It started to become stagnant and transparent.

After a moment, when it finally appeared in Fengchen Mansion, Zi Mansion, which was supposed to be a person with complete meridians, started to move again, and a figure that seemed to be somewhat illusory, but gradually solidified appeared.

Wearing a white robe, a touch of pride.

Jiuyou noticed something in his thoughts, and then he discovered that the overwhelming pride in his eyebrows and his indifference at the moment were not the junior from three years ago. Who was he?

"A means..."

Jiuyou observed this figure, as if he wanted to see him through, but no matter how he looked, he didn't look like a true spirit. Moreover, Jiuyou already knew three years ago that Feng Wanlin did not have a true spirit.

hiss~

Could it be that he also had residual energy to escape at that time?

Not like!

When my real body fell, the remaining power of the explosion, even if it was blocked by the Tongtian Ru, only a trace of residual energy escaped. This kid had nothing at the time, and he was determined not to survive.

Looking at his current body, he is illusory and does not have the agility of the soul. Instead, it seems that he is relying on something to support Yu Ning. If this is the case, then he should not be the original body.

But if it weren't for his true form, he would...

kindness?

I see! !

No wonder that broken gun has been bothering me in the past few years. Maybe it was caused by some special trick, or the weapon spirit took the initiative. I didn't expect it to be like this.

During Jiuyou's confusion, his spiritual thoughts moved again, and he once again swept through Fengchen's Mansion, looking again at the energy transformed by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear.

This time, he had some clues. He found that although the mist contained the same sharp edge, the spirituality in it seemed dim and unwinnable as Feng Wanlin had just evolved and concentrated.

Jiuyou immediately realized this and hit the key point: "Good boy, I never thought that you actually refined the true spirit into a weapon spirit during your lifetime. With this kind of courage, among the millions of mediocre people in the world, only one You can make me look up to you."

It turns out that Feng Wanlin was not dead at the beginning, and he himself was not without a true spirit. On the contrary, his true spirit was cultivated much earlier than others. It was just that as soon as his true spirit was completed, he was refined into the divine weapon of his destiny. , became the weapon spirit of the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear.

Such a new approach really surprised Jiuyou, and he couldn't help but think highly of him. But then again, this is Feng Wanlin. If it were anyone else, who would have such courage? Divine weapons can be expected along the blue road.

"The Emperor is flattering, but as I said before, I really shouldn't come with you when I have a bright future. On the way to hell, I have no choice but to go alone." Feng Wanlin said calmly, with a thought in his words. , that Jiuyou is already in the bag.

This kind of magnanimity is indeed unmatched by others. Even if he had the thunder power before, he had the peak power in the thunder pool, he would not dare to say that he can kill Jiuyou so easily, not to mention that he still has the Tongtian Rui in his hand, and he can hide. In Fengchen Mansion.

"Hmph!! Boy, I'd like to compliment you a little, but don't be too arrogant. Although I only have residual strength now, you will not be much better if you have a weapon. If it hadn't been for this little baby just now. With the blood of those bitches, I’m afraid you won’t be able to withstand the power of the imprisoned spirit in the Tianlu.” Jiuyou snorted coldly and continued.

Feng Wanlin smiled and said: "Yes, what the emperor said is reasonable, but now that Feng has woken up, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Oh? I would like to see how you don't care."

"Emperor, don't be anxious, Feng has his own means."

"Okay, let me take a look."

"Easy to say."

Feng Wanlin said a word, and then activated his spiritual thoughts, but they rushed outside Fengchen's mansion.

"Brother, let me borrow that True Yang Picture for a use!!"