Supreme Alchemy

Xiao Changfeng didn't know Xue Feixian's shock.

He was exhausted from refining the Life-Creating Pill, and he also controlled the Yin-Yang Nine Palace Formation to seal the ghost poison, which made him completely exhausted.

At this time, the rolling spiritual energy sank into his body and circulated according to the practice route of the Azure Dragon Immortal Volume.

It nourished the flesh and blood and sank into the limbs and bones.

Finally, it turned into drops of pure and rich spiritual liquid and sank into the dantian.

There were two hundred drops of spiritual liquid dripping.

One hundred drops of spiritual liquid were in the early stage, one thousand drops of spiritual liquid were in the middle stage, and ten thousand drops of spiritual liquid were in the late stage.

At this time, Xiao Changfeng's strength was in the middle stage of foundation building, which was almost comparable to the fifth level of the spiritual martial arts realm.

Finally, Xiao Changfeng swept away his fatigue and recovered completely, and then he opened his eyes.

"Changfeng, are you okay!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Ruoyu's worried expression, which warmed Xiao Changfeng's heart.

"Don't worry, I have completely recovered."

Xiao Changfeng smiled slightly and stood up.

He looked around and saw Xue Feixian, who was still in shock, and Zhao Sanqing, who looked relieved.

"Palace Master Xue, congratulations on your recovery."

The Hydra fell, and Xiao Changfeng, carrying Lin Ruoyu, smiled and congratulated Xue Feixian.

"I am ashamed. If it weren't for His Highness the Ninth Prince, I would have seen the King of Hell by now. I will never forget your great kindness."

Xue Feixian concealed his shock, and the weakness in his body was gone. He stood up and bowed respectfully to Xiao Changfeng.

Who is Xue Feixian?

A powerful person in the Emperor Martial Realm.

The Palace Master of the Yin-Yang Academy.

He is a first-rank official.

But at this time, he bowed to Xiao Changfeng willingly.

No pretense.

This open-minded character is enough to make people admire.

After all, it is easy to curry favor with others, but it is difficult to respect others.

Especially for someone like Xue Feixian who is famous, powerful, and powerful.

In response, Xiao Changfeng also accepted his gift calmly.

"Junior Brother Xue, you went to Nanjiang again? Otherwise, how could you be poisoned by the ghost of the Nanwu Patriarch?"

At this time, Zhao Sanqing spoke, looking at Xue Feixian.

Hearing Zhao Sanqing's words, Xiao Changfeng and others were all stunned.

Nanjiang?

Isn't this a very far place in the south of the Dawu Dynasty?

Although many secrets are unknown, Xiao Changfeng still knows something about the topography of the entire Xuanhuang World.

The Dawu Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty are both in the East Region.

And outside the East Region, the west is Xizhou, the north is Beiyuan, the middle is Zhongtu, and the south is Nanjiang.

In addition, it is surrounded by the sea on all sides. It is said that there are other continents in the far overseas.

However, the sea is extremely dangerous, and there are powerful sea monsters, so few people can cross the sea to find new continents.

Did Xue Feixian go to Nanjiang?

As for the Nanwu Patriarch.

Only the powerful people in the great power realm can be called ancestors. Obviously, this Nanwu Patriarch is a powerful person in the great power realm.

But what did Xue Feixian do in Nanjiang?

Why did he get poisoned by the ghost of the Nanwu Patriarch?

"Ah!"

Xue Feixian sighed, his face gloomy.

"Brother Zhao, I can't forget the revenge of Hongyi!"

Xue Feixian stretched out his hand, and the storage ring on his hand flashed slightly, and a red gourd appeared in his hand.

Pulling open the mouth of the gourd, the mellow and rich aroma of wine overflowed.

He poured a sip into his mouth, and the clear wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, soaking his white clothes.

At this time, Xue Feixian, who was open-minded, became a lonely drinker.

Xiao Changfeng and the other two were silent, and they could feel the loneliness and helplessness of Xue Feixian.

The white-clothed swordsman was only accompanied by loneliness and strong liquor.

This scene infected Xiao Changfeng, Lin Ruoyu and Lu Wenjie.

"Brother Xue, how long will you sink for a woman like Luo Hongyi?"

Zhao Sanqing obviously knew about Xue Feixian's affairs, and sighed at this time, feeling a little disappointed.

"Brother Zhao, I have only loved Luo Hongyi in my life. When she died, my heart died too."

Xue Feixian took another big gulp of wine, tears in his eyes.

"I know I am useless. Over the years, I have been muddle-headed and drunk. I want to forget, but forgetting is not so easy. Every time I close my eyes, I will see Hongyi's tragic death in front of me."

Twenty years ago.

A beautiful woman in red stepped into Kyoto.

A peony dance.

She was more beautiful than all the other beauties and danced all over the city.

She became a famous courtesan at that time.

Ten thousand guests wanted to see her but could not. Even the Emperor Wu at that time wanted to make her his concubine, but she refused.

This woman was called Luo Hongyi.

It was also twenty years ago.

When Xue Feixian was in high spirits, he created his own martial arts "One Sword Flying Fairy".

He defeated nine swordsmen of the same level of the Emperor Wu Realm on Yangui Mountain.

He was famous in Kyushu and was called the Sword Emperor.

Young, unrestrained, handsome, Xue Feixian, also known as the one who shocked the nine states, also failed to meet Luo Hongyi.

No one expected it.

That day.

Xue Feixian took advantage of the wine and cut through the courtesan's building with a sword, ascended to the sky, and embraced the beauty's waist.

This incident shocked the whole city and the nine states.

But from then on, Xue Feixian captured the beauty's heart.

This can be regarded as a good story.

The swordsman in white and the courtesan in red.

At that time, I don't know how many people envied it.

However, Xue Feixian didn't expect that Luo Hongyi came from Southern Xinjiang and was the saint of the Southern Xinjiang Witch Cult.

The Witch Cult is a big sect in Southern Xinjiang, comparable to the existence of a holy land.

Luo Hongyi originally came to Kyoto with the mission of bewitching the Emperor Wu.

But she fell in love with Xue Feixian, and she had to give up her mission.

In the end, the Wu Cult sent someone to call her back for accountability.

At that time, Xue Feixian was young and vigorous, and he was famous, so he killed all the people from the Wu Cult.

In the end, the strong men in the Wu Cult took action.

Although Xue Feixian won that battle, he was dead from then on.

Because Luo Hongyi blocked a fatal blow for him.

From then on, he lived and Luo Hongyi died.

Yin and Yang separated, and they would never see each other again in this life.

That day, the wind and rain were raging, a generation of courtesans passed away, and a generation of sword emperors sank.

In the past 20 years.

Xue Feixian could not forget the hatred, and even broke through his strength and became a sword emperor.

He went to southern Xinjiang several times.

There was only one purpose, to destroy the Wu Cult and avenge Luo Hongyi.

But the Wu Cult was so huge, it was a holy place.

Not only were there saints sitting in it, but there were also many ancestors in the realm of great power.

How could he destroy it alone?

For twenty years.

He lived a life of drunkenness and dreams with strong liquor and loneliness.

Only the obsession of revenge remained in his heart forever.

This time, he went to southern Xinjiang again, and after destroying several branches of the witch cult, he finally met the ancestor of the southern witch.

Although he escaped quickly, he was still poisoned by the ghost.

If Xiao Changfeng hadn't taken action, he would have stepped into the underworld.

In Qinglong Mountain, Lin Ruoyu's beautiful eyes were filled with tears when she heard Xue Feixian's past. She was deeply moved.

Lu Wenjie was deep in his heart, as if he had some realization.

What a sad and beautiful love story.

Love is like poisonous wine, sweet in the throat, soul-stirring, and heart-wrenching when the poison takes effect.

But at this time, Xiao Changfeng's eyes were clear.

He raised his head slightly, stared into Xue Feixian's eyes, and spoke slowly.

"I have a technique called soul summoning, which can allow you to meet the soul of Luo Hongyi. Are you willing to learn it?"