Fengyunlu

However, Fengchen's journey to the innate spirit was not smooth. He was born with severed meridians, as if abandoned by fate, but he regained his life by renewing his meridians in the Demon-Slaying Formation. All this seemed to be arranged by fate, but in fact, the shadow of the mysterious person was hidden behind it. They secretly broke the formation to help Jiuyou escape, trying to use Fengchen's innate spirit to achieve their ulterior motives. But no matter how careful their plan was, it could not change one fact: Fengchen's future would be written by himself and not predicted by anyone.

In this game about the fate of Xuanmen, everyone is working hard for their own goals. Although the mysterious person is clever and scheming, he can't completely control everything. Because there are always some people in this world who can challenge fate and create their own miracles with their own will and strength. And Fengchen may be such a person who can change everything.

In the vast world of cultivation, every change contains endless wisdom and calculations. However, even the most profound strategies often fail to predict the most sincere emotions and the power of justice in human nature. Feng Wanlin and his wife, a couple who are unknown in the world of cultivation, have interpreted the ultimate of family affection and responsibility with their actions.

At the beginning, the mastermind behind the scenes carefully planned and took all possible changes into consideration, but he only overlooked the love that Feng Wanlin and his wife had for Feng Chen that transcended life and death. This love is not only the kinship of blood, but also the expectation and protection of the infinite possibilities of their children's future. At the moment of life and death, Feng Wanlin and his wife resolutely chose to perish together with Jiuyou. Their choice is the highest ode to human nature and a fearless adherence to justice.

The Nine Netherworld Emperor, a powerful figure who once called the shots in the world of cultivation, could not escape the decisive blow of Feng Wanlin and his wife even though he possessed the heaven-defying magic weapon Tongtian Lu. That battle not only shocked the world of cultivation, but also allowed everyone to witness what it meant to sacrifice one's life for justice. Although the Nine Netherworld Emperor managed to save a trace of his soul, his calculations were ultimately defeated by the deep affection and righteousness of Feng Wanlin and his wife.

In the following three years, Fengchen was safe and sound under the protection of Cangyun Sect, while Jiuyou remained in hiding because he was afraid of Fengchen's power. It was not until Fengchen came out that Xu Yi in the desert dared to take the opportunity to cast the Heart-Torture Curse on Fengchen. However, the source of this demonic resentment, in addition to Jiuyou, was also the magic weapon that Feng Wanlin transformed from his true spirit. This magic weapon was not only a symbol of Feng Wanlin's strength, but also his determination to protect justice and his family.

It is not easy to refine a magic weapon into a life-long thing. Ling Xuan'er knows this very well. She was born in Lingyan Pavilion, which is the best in the world in weapon refining, and she has absolute confidence in this. However, when she learned that Feng Wanlin could refine the immortal opportunity in the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear, she was shocked beyond words. This is not only a recognition of Feng Wanlin's talent, but also an admiration for the special means or magical powers he has mastered.

The Great Wind Art, this unique technique, makes Feng Wanlin unique in the world of cultivation. With this technique, he not only brought the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear into the world, but also used the divine pot to force it to merge with his own blood essence. In this process, Feng Wanlin showed not only his strong strength, but also his deep understanding and application of the Great Dao. The root of all this comes from his heart that pursues perfection and is not afraid of difficulties.

After learning all this, Ling Xuaner hesitated even more. She knew what her decision meant, but she was more aware of her responsibilities as the eldest sister. After weighing the pros and cons, she chose to sacrifice herself in exchange for the hope of another person. This deep affection and righteousness is moving and admirable.

As for Feng Wanlin's master and the source of his skills, it has aroused everyone's curiosity and speculation. As Feng Wanlin's nominal master, Luo Hongchen lamented that he was not as good as his disciple in comprehension and achievement, but his words revealed his deep admiration and pride for Feng Wanlin. This master-disciple relationship makes people feel the rare warmth and inheritance in the world of cultivation.

In the end, Feng Wanlin's story became a legend in the world of cultivation. He used his actions to explain what family affection is, what justice is, and what a truly powerful person is. And all of this will become a beacon and example in the hearts of those who come after him, guiding them to keep moving forward and surpassing themselves on the road of cultivation.

Luo Hongchen's sigh was like the last leaf's hum in autumn, full of desolation and helplessness. He stood there, slightly hunched, his eyes full of self-blame and regret for his life. "Alas, I am an old man who has been incompetent all my life. I never arrive when I should, and I never go when I should." This sentence seemed to be the heaviest shackle in his heart. Every time he mentioned it, it was a torture of his soul.

Ling Xuan'er stood aside. She knew the pain and struggle in her master Luo Hongchen's heart. Her bright eyes flashed with deep understanding and sympathy for her master. However, she knew that her master had a strong temper and would never speak easily even if he was in great pain. So she chose to remain silent and support her master in her own way.

Mo Wenjian's interjection was like a ray of sunshine in winter, trying to penetrate the heavy atmosphere. "Everyone has his own destiny. He poured his life's luck into his only son, but took away all his suffering for half his life." Mo Wenjian's words revealed a kind of detachment and indifference. He knew that everything in the world has a destiny, and so does human destiny. Luo Hongchen's apprentice suffered misfortune, which might be his destined fate. As a master, Luo Hongchen was unwilling to change it, but he was powerless to change it.

However, Luo Hongchen was not comforted by these words. He suddenly sighed, his eyes flashing with determination. "Forget it, it's useless to say anything. There is no such thing as destiny. It's just self-deception." This sentence is both a response to Mo Wenjian and a catharsis of his own heart. He knows that fate may be irresistible, but he will never give in.

At this time, Fairy Ji Yao stood up. She knew that the situation had reached a turning point and the problem of the Acacia Sword Formation must be solved as soon as possible. So, she made a suggestion: "Senior, you are now in the body of a weapon spirit, please enter the divine weapon. Ji Yao will collect the formation and leave here. I will take you to the Yaochi to immerse your spirit and warm your soul, so that you can also dissolve the two souls in the future."

Ling Xuaner nodded after hearing this. She looked at Luo Hongchen deeply, then took out the slightly hot hairpin and rolled up her messy long hair. Then, she turned into a ball of red light and plunged into the lantern. The lantern instantly melted into a tiny point of light and entered the Red Makeup Sword.

Seeing this, Fairy Ji Yao immediately activated her magic power. She recalled the Dragon Han Great Tribulation from the Acacia Sword Formation that she had previously performed, and then plunged into the Red Makeup Sword. As she moved, the Red Makeup Sword emitted a red light, covering her figure. After a moment, the light dissipated, and Fairy Ji Yao had successfully recognized the Red Makeup Sword as her master.

At the same time, the black silk that had emerged from the water like a white dragon also floated back. With a roll of it, the Red Makeup Sword disappeared. The Acacia Sword Formation that had been forced open and trapped the three people also disappeared without a trace.

"Teacher!!" A loud shout rang out, and the Martial Saint Jiang He flew over first. However, before he finished speaking, Luo Hongchen had already taken action. A piece of red cloth was wrapped around his wrist, which was the piece that the Martial Saint Jiang He had thrown into the Acacia Sword Formation. At this time, the red cloth was permeated with a trace of pulling force, which merged with the misty power of the mortal world. In a moment, the entire top of Leiming Mountain was wrapped in a cage of mortal world. This cage not only trapped the people from both sides, but also blocked the retreat of the poor people.

At this moment, Luo Hongchen seemed to have become a different person. He was no longer the self-blaming and helpless old man, but a warrior full of strength and determination. He protected the people around him in his own way and challenged those who had hurt him and his apprentice.

All these changes are due to his determination and persistence deep in his heart. He knows that he cannot change the past, but he firmly believes that he can create the future. He wants to tell everyone with his actions: no matter how cruel the fate is, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, he will never give up or surrender!

On the top of the Thundering Mountain, the wind swept away the remaining clouds, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to freeze. A shocking contest was quietly taking place. Mo Wenjian, the sword master, stood calmly on the top of the mountain, his face was cold, like a thousand-year-old ice, without the slightest emotion. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Changli sword in his hand gradually emitted a hazy light in the sunlight. This light contained endless sharpness and loneliness, as if it could cut through everything in the world, and even the rolling red dust could not get within ten feet of him.

As Mo Wenjian moved, the air on the top of Thunder Mountain seemed to freeze, and even the thunder filled with the power of the mortal world became low and distant. The power of the mortal world, the most chaotic and complex power in the world, was easily squeezed out by him at this moment, forming an increasingly wide vacuum zone. This zone not only isolated the mortal world, but also separated the disciples of Hanmen and Beichen Palace. Its range expanded rapidly until it was dozens of feet wide, covering the remaining hundreds of people of Hanmen, including the elite disciples of Beichen Palace.

"You can't keep me." Mo Wenjian's voice was calm and firm, as if he had seen through everything. There was no hesitation or retreat in his words, only his persistence and pursuit of the sword.

However, Luo Hongchen, the Great Emperor of the Spring and Autumn Period, did not give up. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and his sloppy beard trembled slightly, as if warming up for the next battle. He stretched out his body and rushed towards Mo Wenjian like an arrow from a bow. With a strong true energy condensed in his palm, he slapped Mo Wenjian's crown with one palm.

Seeing this, Mo Wenjian just raised his hand and swung his sword. The sword light was like a dragon, breaking Luo Hongchen's true energy. The two forces collided in the air, making a deafening clang. The aftermath of the collision spread like ripples on the water, sweeping across the entire top of Leiming Mountain. The disciples with low cultivation were shaken by the sudden force. Even the strong ones like Chunming Pavilion had to use their true energy to stabilize their bodies.

After a while, the residual power dissipated, and Thunder Mountain returned to peace again. Luo Hongchen and Mo Wenjian stood face to face, and both of them flashed determination and unyielding in their eyes. Mo Wenjian moved his body, and the cold light of the Changli Sword in his hand became even stronger, and he slashed out diagonally; Luo Hongchen pulled himself away to avoid the sharp edge, and changed his finger technique, shooting a small light spot, which went straight to Mo Wenjian's heart.

Mo Wenjian's body suddenly rose up, and instantly leaped to a height of a hundred feet. The tiny light spot followed him closely. Mo Wenjian's eyes focused, and the Changli Sword in his hand trembled suddenly, turning into thousands of sword shadows. One of the sword lights broke through the power of the light spot and went straight to Luo Hongchen; while the rest of the thousands of swords, with cold light, crisscrossed between the Thunder Mountain, forcing the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall to retreat again and again.

At this moment, Mo Wenjian moved again, and slashed through the air between the clouds. Wherever the Changli Sword passed, it seemed as if an invisible barrier was formed, covering all the poor disciples. What was even more shocking was that except for a few masters such as the Demon King, A Li, and the four brothers from the Chunming Pavilion of the Beichen Palace, the rest of the poor disciples turned into flowing light and disappeared directly on the top of Leiming Mountain, as if they were swallowed by the Changli Sword.

Seeing this, the demon king cat demon nodded slightly and said, "Brother Canjian, if you are leaving now, I will not stay any longer." He then turned around and clasped his fists lightly towards Lei Gong who was recovering in the Immortal Absolute Formation, with a smile on his face, indicating that he was about to leave. He then pulled up A Li and looked at Zhuang Mo, waved his sleeves and pointed to the sky.

A piercing golden light shot out from his fingertips and directly tore open the mortal prison that Luo Hongchen had set up earlier. Although the power of the mortal world was strong, it could not stop the demon king's shocking attack. As this light tore through the top of the Thunder Mountain, the situation was instantly reversed.

The Demon King led the Immortal Demon Hall's A-li, Zhuang Mo, Taoist Xue Ya, and the four brothers Chunming Pavilion of Beichen Palace, Xia Tianchang, Qiu Lingjin, and Dong Xuegui all turned into streams of light and fled through the gap created by the Demon King's attack. At this moment, Mo Wenjian also moved and brought the gathered disciples of the poor sect into Changli Sword to lie dormant and prepare to evacuate.

As soon as these people moved, Lei Gong, who was in the Immortal Absolute Formation, glanced at Fairy Ji Yao from a distance. He saw Fairy Ji Yao's eyes move slightly, as if to indicate something, but it was not convenient to say it at the moment. Lei Gong knew in his heart that something must have happened in the Acacia Sword Formation. Even the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen was acting just now. It seemed that there must be a major connection between them. However, what he was more concerned about was the thing taken away by Mo Qiu. This was related to the sect affairs of the Thunderbolt Hall and the will left by the ancestors.

Just as he was about to move to stop them, Luo Hongchen's old voice rang in his mind: "Little Lei Gong, don't worry. I'll tell you in detail later." This voice soothed his anxiety and uneasiness like a spring breeze. Lei Gong nodded slightly and thought about the next response strategy in his heart.