At the highest point of a mountain peak, there stood a bamboo house.
Outside the house are cliffs and the cold wind is blowing.
Feng Junzhuo, dressed in dark cloth, staggered to the edge of the cliff and sat on the ground. His body was wrapped with a wisp of death, his face was bloodless, and the little life left was quickly passing away.
"Ancestor." Yan Canghai and others stood next to the bamboo house, looking at Feng Junzhuo sitting on the edge of the cliff, feeling sad.
During this period, Qijue Palace tried various methods but could not repair Feng Junzhuo's Tao injury.
On that day, Feng Junzhuo cut off his causal relationship with Qi Jue Palace, cutting off his own escape route. For the future of Qi Jue Palace, Feng Junzhuo shed the last drop of blood in his body.
"Death is my chosen destination, don't cry."
Feng Junzhuo heard the sobbing of some elders. He sat with his back to everyone, his weak voice slightly hoarse.
Feng Junzhuo lived for many years and trained many talents for Qijue Palace. For example, the current Holy Master Yan Canghai, the first battle general Yan Shaohua and many core elders all received guidance from Feng Junzhuo.
In the hearts of everyone, Feng Junzhuo is not only the ancestor of the clan, but also the pillar of the Qijue Palace. Now, the pillar of the sky is about to fall, which may shake the foundation of the Qijue Palace.
"Ancestor, as long as you continue the luck of the clan, you will be able to repair the Tao damage."
Yan Canghai was wearing a brocade robe. Although he was a holy master, he looked like a child at this moment, with wet eyes.
"yes!"
All the elders spoke one after another, hoping that Feng Junzhuo could survive this disaster.
"The ancestor has worked hard for the Qi Jue Palace. Even if the ancestor is contaminated by the cause and effect of the Great Dao, the Qi Jue Palace is willing to tide over the difficulties with the ancestor."
Everyone agreed and prayed that Feng Junzhuo would not bear this responsibility alone.
Feng Junzhuo's eyes were cloudy, and a layer of white mist seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and his vision was blurred. Regarding everyone's suggestions, Feng Junzhuo just shook his head and did not agree.
Maybe Qijue Palace can withstand Dao Karma, but it will definitely suffer heavy losses. This is not the result Feng Junzhuo wants to see.
For the prosperity of Qijue Palace, Feng Junzhuo risked his life and participated in the battle of Red Valley, helping the human race to fight against the Great Dao, hoping to make up for the karmic grievances between Qijue Palace and the human race.
"This is my brother's choice, respect him!"
A certain ancestor wearing light-colored cloth came out of the air and said to the elders.
Yan Canghai and others were silent, with sad and helpless faces.
The ancestors of Qijue Palace manifested their Tao bodies one after another, standing aside and looking at Feng Junzhuo, with affection in their eyes.
call--
A gust of breeze blew against Feng Junzhuo's face, ruffling the few white hairs on Feng Junzhuo's head.
Jun Qianhua was dressed in white and came riding the wind.
When the senior officials of Qi Jue Palace saw Jun Qian Hua, they bowed and saluted with deep respect. Now that Jun Qian Hua is the uncle of Qi Jue Palace, the grudge between the two parties has been resolved, so of course they must be treated with great respect.
Even the ancestors of Qijue Palace had to pay homage to Jun Qianhua. No matter what era, strength is always the cornerstone of maintaining dignity. The ancestors were defeated by Jun Qianhua and were convinced and did not dare to show off.
"Feng Lao." In the huge Qijue Palace, the only person that Jun Qianhua admired from the bottom of his heart was Feng Junzhuo.
"When I'm about to die, it's great to have the White Emperor see me off."
Feng Junzhuo wanted to stand up and bow, but Jun Qianhua stopped him.
Jun Qianhua ignored the people standing aside, sat next to Feng Junzhuo, followed Feng Junzhuo's eyes and looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice: "What are you looking at?"
Feng Junzhuo's turbid eyes kept staring in one direction, his face was vicissitudes of life, and he said softly: "The lost youth."
Feng Junzhuo paused and continued to add: "And...the person who passed away."
"Is...your soulmate?"
Through Feng Junzhuo's tone and eyes, Jun Qianhua vaguely guessed it.
"That's right!" Feng Junzhuo seemed to have thought of something, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I will be sorry for her in this life."
"As far as I know, you have never married because of this close friend?"
Jun Qianhua and Feng Junzhuo seemed like old friends who had known each other for many years, chatting about the past, slowly unraveling the memories sealed deep in their hearts, as if they were back in their youth, and they were filled with nostalgia.
Feng Junzhuo didn't speak, and fell into the fragments of the past. After living for tens of thousands of years, Feng Junzhuo could finally stop and rest, and had time to remember the past and recall his old friends.
"That year, the Qijue Palace was on the verge of collapse, and all parties were watching. As the Holy Son, the elder brother shouldered the important task of reviving the Qijue Palace. When he was out training, he met a girl by chance and fell in love with each other. Later, the elder brother accidentally learned about the girl
He is the core disciple of the hostile force. He thought the girl was approaching him on purpose and left angrily."
The ancestor wearing light-colored cloth felt the need to tell this past, and slowly spoke in the direction of Jun Qianhua.
Seeing that Feng Junzhuo did not respond and acquiesced to mentioning the past years, Jun Qianhua asked: "What happened next?"
"Soon after, the girl found out about her brother's identity and came to Qi Jue Palace to explain. However, because the situation in Qi Jue Palace was very tense at that time, the brother did not meet the girl and practiced in seclusion. In the past three hundred years, the girl came to Qi Jue Palace no less than ten times.
I couldn't meet my brother once. After my brother came out of seclusion, he swept away all the enemies and descended on Baixuan Mountain..."
Bai Xuanshan, the force to which the girl belongs, once united with all ethnic groups and planned to annex the Qijue Palace. Who knew that Feng Junzhuo was an unparalleled evildoer, who grew up in a very short period of time, and with the help of the clan's most precious treasure, he conquered all the wastelands and suppressed the whole world.
Make the enemies retreat.
After arriving at Baixuan Mountain, Feng Junzhuozhen killed the mountain sect leader and a group of senior officials, and also saw the girl in the crowd.
When the two meet again, things have changed and people have changed.
Feng Junzhuo had no intention of destroying Bai Xuanshan, he just wanted to kill the mastermind in order to frighten the world's heroes.
"I didn't expect that this would be the case when we meet again." The girl looked at the corpses everywhere and looked up at Feng Junzhuo standing on a high place with a sad smile on her face.
Feng Junzhuo did not answer, looking indifferent.
"We have different positions, I don't blame you."
The girl said something and turned around to clean up the corpses of the elders.
After looking at the girl for a few times, Feng Junzhuo had a lot to say. However, when the words came to his lips, it was difficult to make a sound. After a long stalemate, Feng Junzhuo finally left without ever having a conversation with the girl.
A few days later, Feng Junzhuo received a piece of news and almost collapsed.
The girl died and left a letter.
When Feng Junzhuo saw the content of the letter, he was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Then, Feng Junzhuo's body began to tremble, recalling every bit of the relationship with the girl, and flew towards Hua.
Baixuan Mountain in ruins.
What awaits Feng Junzhuo is no longer the lively and lovely girl, but a cold grave.