After a while, Beatrice slowly shook her head and said, "In the history of the Holy Seal, there have been many cases of damage to the spiritual sea in the sect. Ordinary damage and many materials can be solved. However, once the spiritual sea is exhausted, it is almost inverted. Unless you can practice those legendary martial arts, you can go against the sky. Cough - don't look at me so disappointed. Materials cannot help you. Let me think about this, and at most you can develop another 'strawberry fruit', but you already have it."

Feng Qinglang nodded with bitter smile, which was considered to be Beculinary's statement.

Bi Cuisi thought about it carefully and had a small jade bottle in her hand, which was only the size of a thumb. Just looking at the bottle, she felt that it was not an ordinary thing. She solemnly handed the bottle to Feng Qinglang: "For you!"

Feng Qinglang didn't take it, and a magic pattern was sealed at the mouth of the bottle. Although it was easy for him to untie it, the bottle was so precious that you can imagine the expensive value of the things inside.

Beatrice introduced: "This is the soul-sustaining pill. If it is just a general spiritual sea trauma, it will be enough to heal it. But your situation is a bit special, but if your spiritual sea collapses early, it should be able to save your life!"

Feng Qinglang has heard of the name of this pill. It is an item close to legendary level. Simply put, if his spiritual sea reaches the day of his demise, as long as he takes this pill, he can extend his life for about ten days. Ten days are not long, but perhaps a miracle may happen... Moreover, the list of wanted himself is so luxurious. If anything unexpected happens, this pill can save his life...

He has been collecting materials for this pill, but he has not collected them all. Unexpectedly, someone put such pills in front of him today and said he would give them to him.

But Feng Qinglang still didn't take it. He turned his head and stared at the girl's beautiful face and said calmly: "Why do you want to give me such a precious thing to keep by your side? It can save you at critical moments."

The girl shrugged indifferently: "Even if I give you one, there are two more. The magic pattern that seals the bottle is so simple, it should not be difficult for you. I won't tell you how to open it."

"The elders at home told me that during the journey to the world, I pay attention to moving as I like. I think you are worth it, so I give it to you. Just think I am buying people's hearts. I hurriedly put it away, my hands were a little tired." The girl's eyes were spotless, with stars reflected, and irresistible firmness.

Feng Qinglang took a breath slowly, took it solemnly, took it seriously, and put it away, saying, "Thank you!"

Beatrice seemed not used to such an atmosphere, shook her head and changed the topic: "But I'm very curious, how big your spiritual sea is, it can be exhausted for half a year to a year. You know, most people can do it for ten days and half a month at most."

Feng Qinglang continued to smile bitterly, thinking, if I said I had been exhausted for two years, would it scare you?

Since she is not an expert in this field, Beatrice is embarrassed to continue asking about the consequences, but she still couldn't help but wonder: "Well, what have you experienced with such a serious injury?"

Yes, what did I go through...

Feng Qinglang looked up at the starry sky, and the stars seemed to interlaced with familiar faces, intertwined with familiar scenes from the past. The autumn wind at night became even stronger. At this time, it just happened to blow by, making the nearby leaves rustling, as if you could hear all the sounds of the past, shattering Feng Qing's bangs and also blew his mind.

Whether it was the starlight or the bonfire, it suddenly became too dazzling. He closed his eyes, held his cheeks, and supported his hands on his knees, like a child, as if he could escape from the pain and return to the carefree state of childhood.

The moisture-filled autumn wind blew on his face was cool, but not cold, and there was a faint smell of a girl inside. This feeling was very good. You could taste the long-lost sense of tranquility. Feng Qinglang simply immersed in it quietly.

Biqusi looked at him and smiled thoughtfully, without urging him to accompany him to enjoy this tranquility. Until Nanxinghun emerged from the tent and entered their small space, Biqusi nodded and smiled at Nanxinghun.

Nan Xinghun looked at Feng Qinglang and asked in confusion: "What is he doing? Meditation?"

"Perhaps, I'm going to tell a very inspiring story." Beatrice sat a little with Feng Qinglang very consciously.

Nan Xinghun's eyes lit up, he sat down by the bonfire, and smiled and said, "I like it, then start quickly."

Feng Qinglang opened her eyes with a wry smile and said, "Then should I start with 'long, long time ago'? Well, this is a story in modern times. I have a friend who was born in a prominent family..."

Nan Xinghun couldn't help but say: "People usually say that I have a friend. When he is doing something, he usually talks about himself."

Feng Qinglang glared and said, "But I just like to say, I have a friend!"

Nan Xinghun hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Don't be angry, you can continue."

Feng Qinglang stared at the bonfire that was burning, and seemed to be able to gazing at the green years from the firelight: "There are direct descendants and side divisions in the famous family. He is just a side division, but he has worked hard since childhood and is very talented. He has been slowly named a genius and has even been included in the shortlist of future leaders of the famous family..."

"Even when he thought that his life would be linked to glory and would be successful, bad luck came. Perhaps because he was just a sideline, especially the sideline that had the most disputes among famous families. There were always people who didn't want him to grow up, or perhaps because he suddenly had too much, and some people thought he was not worthy, so he had to deprive him of all. Or maybe he was too dazzling and offended some people, and perhaps it was just fate..."

"Anyway, he was betrayed and ambushed. On a stormy night, many people united to ambush him together. He didn't know how much blood shed or how much wounded he suffered, but he forced himself out..."

"But he still underestimated the enemy's determination to kill him. On his way to escape, he was also ambushed by a group of illusionists..."

Feng Qinglang said before that when he was ambushed by many people, the audience did not feel too deeply, but the ambushed by a group of illusionists was a bit shocking. Illusionists have always been a solitary profession, and rare, high-rise heads and expensive operation costs are the impressions of people of the world. But now, it is actually a group of illusionists who unite to ambush a person. So how great should this person be?

Listening to the gentle amazement, Feng Qing smiled and said, "My friend was also shocked at that time, because among the group of illusionists, there were a few faces that had only been seen in the picture books. They were the so-called big man. Although he killed half of the illusionists, he was still inevitably trapped in the illusion. It was a very terrible illusion called 'Breaking Millennium'."

The sound of amazement sounded again, louder than the sound just now. This is a illusion that has made an era famous. The legend of legends. Some people say that if you hit a thousand years, you will die in one beautiful dream after another. Some people say that if you hit a thousand years, you will always follow you. You long to reach the end of death, but you will always be far away...
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