The place that appeared this time was a grassland, with groups of cattle and sheep running on the vast grassland, and even tents.
"This is...since I didn't appear on the altar, this level must be a natural disaster. Could it be that this level is a thunder tribulation?"
Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, Feng Jinghong muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of breeze blew by, and Feng Jinghong shouted in disbelief: "Isn't it? Another wind disaster?" He immediately took out the eight-pole coffin lamp, put it on his head, and then quickly looked around.
"Hey, that's not right, it's just an ordinary wind. Did I think wrong?"
Feng Jinghong raised her head in confusion and squinted her eyes at the sky.
Snap!
A drop of rain fell on Feng Jinghong's face, followed by a second drop, a third drop...
"Hey, why is it raining?" Before Feng Jinghong could finish speaking, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
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"Number is the principle of heaven, which originates from one, originates from three, becomes five, flourishes from seven, and ends with nine..."
On the wooden bridge in the back garden of Feng Mansion, a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old was holding an ancient scroll and reading it over and over. In the pavilion in the middle of the lake not far away, a middle-aged man in a green robe and
A bright and charming young woman stood next to each other, looking at the boy who sometimes frowned and sometimes laughed while stroking his hands, with a happy smile on his face.
The middle-aged man in a green robe is the great priest of the Lieyan Dynasty, Feng Mingtian. The young man studying on the wooden bridge is his son, named Fengxiang. In addition to learning various characters every day, he also practices the "Nine Turns of Immortality Book" passed down from his family.
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"Nine Turns of Immortality Book" is a strange book passed down from generation to generation in the Feng family. The book has nine pages and nine turns in total. According to oral transmission from generation to generation of the Feng family, this "Nine Turns of Immortality Book" is a strange book of heaven and earth.
When you reach the highest nine-turn realm, you can fly to immortality in daylight and achieve immortality. The first three turns are physiognomy, the middle three turns are luck studies, and the last three turns are numerology.
The first turn is called Breaking Illusions, and after mastering it, you can see through all the false things in the world; the second turn is called Stealing Heaven's Secrets, opening your mind, stealing the secrets of heaven, and giving guidance to the world; the third turn is called Xiao Yin and Yang, and you can know the hexagrams
The fourth stage is to measure life and death. Once you reach this level, you can predict the life and death of all things.
The handwriting cannot be seen clearly from the fourth page of the book, as if it is hidden in a layer of mist. It is said that you have to practice to the fourth level before you can know the training method of the fifth level. However, over the years, the Feng family has only
Feng Xiang's father, Feng Mingtian, has practiced this legendary martial arts to the third level, and now, Feng Xiang, who is only fifteen years old, has to be included.
Just as his father Feng Mingtian expected, Fengxiang has an unimaginable understanding of the Yu family's legendary skills. In just five years from the age of ten to now, he has refined the "Nine Turns of the Book of Immortality" to the third turn, and
His father Feng Mingtian is at the same level.
It’s just that it’s not easy to go further. The first three rounds are about physiognomy. You don’t take gold, silver, or jewelry for reading people’s faces, you only take life span. If ordinary people are not at a critical moment of life and death, who would be willing to give their names to read fortunes?
Ask the hexagram.
The only condition for practicing the fourth turn is to accumulate a lifespan of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. How could a mortal have such a long lifespan? Therefore, Fengxiang's practice has gradually slowed down in the past two years.
On weekdays, he could only read some strange books to pass the time, like the "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas" he was holding at the moment.
"Xiang'er, come here and rest for a while. You see, the wind has picked up." Of course, a mother would not want her son to be beaten by wind and rain. As soon as there was a hint of breeze, the woman in the pavilion called Feng Xiang urgently.
"Mom, it's okay. Father said that a man who has not experienced hardships will not be successful." Although Fengxiang said so, he still couldn't bear to disobey his mother. He closed the book and walked over and sat opposite his parents.
"Your father has put the burden of revitalizing the Feng family on you. Of course he hopes that you can..." The woman snorted and gently pressed Feng Xiang's shoulder. She looked up at her husband, only to find that his face was filled with frost.
Staring at the lake.
"Master, what's wrong with you? I won't say this anymore just because..." The woman's tone was a little aggrieved.
"No, look at the wind, it's weirdly tight and getting stronger and stronger."
Feng Mingtian stared at the somewhat gray sky and said in a deep voice.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng..." Feng Xiang was about to speak to persuade his father when he heard a soft cry coming from the direction of the wooden bridge. He turned around and saw a thin girl in a green skirt holding up a long skirt and shouting.
, while running towards the pavilion in the center of the lake, when he was about to reach the pavilion, his feet slipped, he let out a exclamation, and fell into the lake.
Fengxiang rushed forward, holding the pavilion railing with his left hand, and took the girl into his arms with his right hand. He twisted one foot and stood firmly.
"What's wrong with Qingxin? You're so tired."
The person who came was none other than the apple of Fengyang City's lord's eye, Ye Qingxin.
"Brother Feng, Uncle Feng, Aunt Feng, run away, my father is going to send Xuanjia Guards to catch you..." The girl said with a pale face while stroking her chest, panting non-stop.
"Your father?" Before Feng Xiang could think of what was going on, he saw a cold light flash in his father's eyes, and struck the girl on the back of the head with his palm. Ye Qingxin fell softly into his arms.
"Dad, what are you doing? Why did you knock Qingxin unconscious?"
"Xiang'er, it's an emergency. Dad doesn't have time to explain to you. This is our Feng family's "Nine Revolutions of Immortality Book". You take it. I will activate the formation later. You leave quickly. Don't hesitate, otherwise we will
All three members of the Feng family will die here!"
After Feng Mingtian finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the stone table in the pavilion. He overturned the tabletop and saw a fist-sized dent on the pillar supporting the stone table. Feng Mingtian put the middle fingers of both hands into his mouth and bit it.
It broke, and bright red blood flowed out immediately. In just a dozen breaths, the blood filled the indentation.
As the blood filled the indentation, the stone pillar began to tremble continuously. Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the adult-sized stone pillar split into six pieces and fell to the ground, like a stone plum blossom. The six stone pieces were carved with six inscriptions.
There are different kinds of runes. The runes are all blood red, presumably dyed with Feng Mingtian’s blood.
Seeing the runes, Feng Mingtian's eyes lit up, and he quickly formed a strange handprint with his hands and pressed it on the six stone pieces. Suddenly, a red light burst out, and a three-foot-sized crystal red vortex appeared in the Huxin Pavilion.
, is actually a teleportation array.
"Xiang'er, hurry up!" Feng Mingtian saw the whirlpool appearing, pulled Feng Xiang over, and pushed him into the whirlpool.
"Dad, what happened? Where did you want me to go?"
Fengxiang struggled and asked.
"Xiang'er, it's too late, hurry up and leave. Don't come back before the "Nine Revolutions of the Book of Immortality" is completed!"
Feng Mingtian snatched Ye Qingxin from Fengxiang's arms and pushed him into the whirlpool. In an instant, red light engulfed Fengxiang, and his figure was about to disappear into the whirlpool.
"Hahahaha...Brother Feng, why are you so anxious!"
Fengxiang's body was pulled out by a strong force. When he looked up, he saw an old man with white hair and beard standing on the calm lake. He could only see that he was grasping with five fingers. Fengxiang felt that the sky and the earth were shaking. They
The pavilion where the family of three was sitting was forcibly uprooted and fell heavily on the edge of the lake.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, Feng Xiang looked at his mother who was vomiting blood in his father Feng Mingtian's arms. Fire started in his heart and anger came from his guts. He shouted loudly, flew into the air and punched the old man who was laughing wildly on the lake.
"Xiang'er, no!" Feng Mingtian's exclamation reached Feng Xiang's ears along with the old man's disdainful tone: "The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"
Boom!
Feng Xiang, who was in the air, didn't even see clearly how the old man took action, and was hit by a palm. His thin body flew back and smashed the bluestone wall in the garden.
"puff……"
Feng Xiang felt that his chest was about to burst. His clenched teeth finally opened wide, and he looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Xiang'er!"
When Feng Mingtian saw his son spurting blood from his mouth, his face was like gold, and his wife had died in his arms, he couldn't help but screamed: "Ye Zhengyang, if something is coming at me, Feng Mingtian, why kill my wife and hurt my son?"
, do this desperate trick!"
"Hmph, Feng Mingtian, your Feng family is the hereditary high priest of my Lieyan Dynasty, and you have listened to the instructions but not the announcement from generation to generation. Now that my Ye family has someone to replace your Feng family, of course I will kill you all over the family. Is it possible for you to do it?
You still expect me to spare your life!"
"Hmph, you just want my Feng family's "Nine Turns of Immortality Book". As long as you, Ye Zhengyang, swear to let my son live, I will give you the "Nine Turns of Immortality Book"!
"The Great Sacrifice is worthy of being a Great Sacrifice. He really has the ability to penetrate the heaven and the earth. Well, I, Ye Zhengyang, swear to my heart that if I get the "Nine Turns of Immortality Book", I will let your son go!"
When the old man on the lake heard the words "Nine Turns of the Book of Immortality", his eyes flashed, he slapped his chest hard, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and pointed at it, the blood actually condensed in the air without scattering, forming a blood-red circle.
The word "oath" flashed with red light and disappeared into the old man's forehead.
"Okay, Xiang'er, give him the Nine Turns of Immortality Book!"
"Dad, this old thief destroyed my Feng Mansion and harmed my mother. How can I give him the secret knowledge of my Feng family based on his oath?"
Fengxiang asked anxiously.
"Son, how could a father not know what you are talking about? It's just that this vow is not comparable to ordinary vows in the world of cultivators. If you violate the oath, you will cut off your own path. From now on, not only will you not be able to make any progress in your cultivation, but you will also be unable to make any progress on the day of the oath.
What’s more, you have to be disturbed by inner demons, and it’s difficult for Yin demons to devour your body. Life is worse than death! That’s why my father asked you to hand over the Nine Turns of Immortality Book to him.”
Feng Mingtian glanced at his wife in his arms, with a look of determination on his face, gave the old man who was laughing wildly on the lake a hard look, and said loudly: "Xiang'er, tomorrow is the day when you are sixteen years old and crowned.
Originally, your name had to be chosen after the crowning ceremony tomorrow, but I'm afraid my father won't be able to wait. When you were born, the sky was filled with neon lights, and your cries once broke the rainbow, so your father named you 'Jinghong'!
"
After Feng Mingtian finished speaking, he stamped his palm on Tianling, causing blood to bleed from all his orifices, and he closed his eyes and died.
"Shocking Rainbow!"
"Shocking Rainbow!"
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Feng Mingtian yelled out his last words, and the words "Jinghong" rang out like thunder on the ground in the huge Feng Mansion, echoing for a long time...
"Feng Jinghong? The name is very domineering, but what's the use? Even if you can survive, you are destined to spend the rest of your life in a dark prison. If I were you, I would kill myself with a knife to avoid being imprisoned.
bitter."
The white-bearded old man seemed stunned by Feng Mingtian's roar, and smiled disdainfully.
"Yes, even if I live, I have to live a life of darkness. Why don't I just go with my father and mother? No, Jinghong? Feng Jinghong? I am Feng Jinghong..."
The words "Jinghong" were like a thunderbolt, echoing in Fengxiang's mind. Fengxiang, who had just put the knife on his neck, suddenly came back to his senses.
"I am Feng Jinghong. I was born in Jiuyang Village. My parents were killed by the demons of Qinghuo Sect. I am a disciple of Longyin Sect. I am currently in the Bronze Immortal Palace..."
"Ah, this is an illusion, you all deserve to die, all of you die..."
Fengxiang held his painful head with both hands and roared loudly.