Feng Yu and Ling Long stood proudly on a black boulder, surrounded by a dark swamp. A sleepy crow lay on a withered old tree, and a disgusting gray mouse scurried around dragging its long red tail.
It was a dark world among the mud holes between the rocks. Even at noon, Linglong still felt chilly.
"Feng Yu, are you sure the person you are looking for is really here?" Linglong really couldn't figure out if there was anyone alive who would want to stay here.
"Zhuge Wuming, if you don't come out, I will leave." Feng Yu used his vitality to spread the sound, and all living creatures within ten miles should be able to hear it.
Half a cup of tea had passed, and the black mire was still silent. In this place that had never been illuminated by the sun, it seemed that there were only two people, Feng Yu and Ling Long.
"Let's go. Since he can't choose, just think that he and I have no fate." Feng Yu pulled Linglong and was about to leave when a cold voice from Jiuyou came. This voice would scare babies into idiots.
"Master, Wuming is late, please punish me."
Feng Yu looked at the figure that emerged from the ground. In just three years, Zhuge Wuming's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes. His whole body was dark, and only his eyes had an imperceptible grayish white color. The whole person seemed to come from
The soul seducer of the Yin Division Hell, Feng Yu's consciousness was isolated and unable to explore his true strength.
If anyone closes his eyes, he will definitely feel that the person kneeling in front of him is not a living person, but a stone, cold and cold.
"Wu Ming, it seems that you have lived up to my expectations of you."
"All this was given to me by the master. It was the master who saved my life. It was the master who helped me kill my enemies. It was the master who gave me the opportunity to have strong strength. Everything I have belongs to the master. I am willing to follow the master forever.
, to repay the kindness my master has shown me." Zhuge Wuming's voice was still so cold, as if he was born without emotions.
Feng Yu doesn't care about this. Feng Yu understands that Zhuge Wuming no longer belongs to this world. The people he loves and hates are all dead. His soul has long since left this world. The reason why he lives is just to
To repay her kindness to him. Now Feng Yu needs strong subordinates, and Zhuge Wuming also needs someone to give him a reason to live. Feng Yu thinks this is fair, at least in the eyes of him and Wuming.
"Okay, Wuming, let me see your progress in the past three years." Feng Yu floated ten feet away from Wuming. His feet were suspended above the swamp, and the dirty muddy water could not touch him at all.
shoes.
Wuming did not answer, but disappeared silently in front of Feng Yu.
Feng Yu's relaxed attitude calmed down. He never expected that Wuming's speed would reach such an astonishing level. Feng Yu's consciousness almost covered the entire quagmire from the moment Wuming appeared. Feng Yu entered Zhitian Ying.
During the life period, the intensity of his spiritual consciousness has reached a terrifying level, but he can still only catch a trace of Wuming's afterimage. It's just an afterimage. Wuming is not a giant master like Linglong who can escape from the ground. This can only mean that Wuming
Moving too fast, too fast.
Feng Yu stood still. Although Wuming's speed surprised him, it did not make him panic. Wuming was making progress, and Feng Yu was also making progress. He was no longer the lowly cultivator whose vitality had entered his body.
The pitch-black dagger, which did not reflect any light, pierced through the air and stabbed Feng Yu's heart. Wuming did not hold back at all with this blow. This was a battle between men. Showing mercy was disrespectful to oneself and even more disrespectful to the opponent.
, Wuming believed that his master was absolutely capable of blocking his killer move, because he was Luo Fengyu, a god-like existence in Zhuge Wuming's heart. How could a god lose?
The flame dragon wrapped around the dark one. Feng Yu admired Wu Ming's move, but it was definitely not Wu Ming's full strength.
"Pitch-black light." The dagger that was breaking free from the entanglement of the flame dragon suddenly merged and turned into a jet-black light that penetrated Feng Yu's heart.
Linglong was shocked when she saw this scene on the ground. She originally thought it was just a sparring match, but now Feng Yu seemed to have been fatally injured. Linglong felt anxious and instantly appeared in front of Wuming and blew Wuming away. On the second floor of Tongtian
In front of Linglong, Wuming was like an ant that could be pinched to death, but Linglong had no intention of caring about Wuming's life and death now. She only cared about Fengyu, and she only cared about Fengyu in the whole world.
"Linglong, why are you so reckless?" Although Feng Yu was blaming, her words were full of tenderness.
"Are you okay, Feng Yu?" Linglong looked at Feng Yu's chest, except that the clothes were a little torn, but the skin and flesh inside were intact. Linglong saw with her own eyes the dark light piercing Feng Yu's heart. Feng Yu's body should be
Linglong was full of doubts about not wearing a defensive spiritual weapon, but it didn't matter that Feng Yu was fine. Linglong was naturally willing to ask Feng Yu's secrets in front of outsiders.
Linglong didn't know that Feng Yu was also shocked. He didn't expect that the dark secret passed down to Wuming was so weird. The dagger was obviously condensed from Wuming's own dark energy, but Feng Yu didn't even look at it at first glance.
come out.
Feng Yu could feel the dual characteristics of sharpness and corrosion from Wuming's blow just now. Even if the dagger didn't pierce his heart, the corrosive power was enough for him to drink a pot. At least Feng Yu couldn't even think about it until the battle was over.
What is the concept of using Yuan Qi and not using Yuan Qi? When masters compete, life or death can be decided in one second. If Wuming's opponent is not himself, then that person has become the undead of Wuming's subordinates at this moment.
The fact that Feng Yu is okay now is all due to the Beidou Emperor Chariot. Although the Beidou Emperor Chariot is unwilling to come out and follow Feng Yu's command, he will not watch Feng Yu being plotted. Feng Yu who owns the Beidou Emperor Chariot is equivalent to making a fool of himself anytime and anywhere.
With a protective shield on, what kind of defensive weapons does Feng Yu need?
Feng Yu helped Wuming up and wanted to heal his wounds. Although Linglong only struck casually, Linglong's current level of cultivation could flatten the mountain with just one finger.
However, the vitality that Feng Yu put into Wuming's body was blocked by a very powerful dark force. Even if Feng Yu stripped away the attributes of the vitality and restored it to the most primitive vitality of heaven and earth, it would still be the same.
"Master, don't worry, I can heal myself."
"Wu Ming, I apologize for Linglong. That move you just performed was really strong. I am ashamed of your growth over the past three years."
Feng Yu's words were sincere. Wuming was born to be a useless person in cultivating immortals. Even if he awakened the dark blood in his body, he could reach this point today. He could still proudly say, "No one has ever existed before and no one will come after him." He was the pinnacle of transcendence.
In three years, he jumped eight levels and thirty-two small levels. It was a miracle in the world of cultivation. Feng Yu didn’t know how fast he could practice back then, but among the people Feng Yu knew, Wu Ming was definitely the number one. If he fell
Phoenix, if Linglong is a genius, then Zhuge Wuming is a genius, a genius who was abandoned by the gods and still became talented. To be able to get such a genius like Zhuge Wuming, Feng Yu feels that her vision and luck are really good.
Fengyu and Linglong were guarding Wuming. A black air flow crawled towards Wuming from all directions in the black mire. Fengyu carefully analyzed the black air and felt that it was somewhat similar to his own underworld air, but it was completely biased towards death air. This
Black Mire can be regarded as a place where Yin Qi is concentrated. No wonder Wuming chose to practice here.
At sunset, Feng Yu, Ling Long and Wu Ming, who turned into Feng Yu's shadow, appeared in front of the gate of Mo's house. Wu Ming, who practiced dark magic, was much better than those shadow guards in Luo Qiu. Even Ling Long had not taken the initiative.
Even if I search, I can't find the nameless aura.
"Miss, you are back. You don't know that in the past three years since you disappeared, the master and the master have sent countless troops to search almost the entire Monluo Continent. Agui, please go and inform the master, just say Miss
Back." Ah Fu, the servant at the gate of Mo Mansion, saw Linglong's face full of excitement and quickly asked another servant on duty to report it.
Feng Yu followed Linglong inside. It was his second time to come to Mo Mansion. He had stayed there for a few days before, so he was already familiar with the place.
"Miss, because there is no news about you, the master is very anxious, but it has made us suffer." Judging from Ah Fu's expression, he has been burned by Mo Yan many times, otherwise he would not complain in front of Linglong.
.
"Linglong, you're back." Mo Yan stood there more than ten meters away from the hall, with tears in his eyes. The all-powerful Prime Minister Mo showed the most vulnerable side of his heart in front of Linglong.
, Linglong threw herself into Mo Yan's arms. Even though there were some misunderstandings and estrangements between Linglong and Mo Yan, they were biological father and daughter after all, and blood is thicker than water. This truth applies to everyone, not to mention the three years of love that they have just experienced.
Parting, two people need to vent their long-suppressed emotions.
Looking at Linglong and Mo Yan's affectionate father and daughter, Feng Yu couldn't help but daydream about what Luo Qiu would do to him if he returned to Luo's home now, even if it was just a greeting, Feng Yu thought about it and laughed at himself.
How could the dignified head of the Luo family care about a son who was treated as a chess piece, a son who could be abandoned at any time? He would probably just ask why he did not carry out the mission to send the news back. Thinking of this, Feng Yu felt a touch of sadness in his heart, but it was very
He quickly suppressed her. For the sake of a father who didn't love him and killed his grandfather, Feng Yu disdained his family affection.
"Linglong, where have you been in the past three years? Your grandfather said that you went to the Phantom Beast Forest. Is that where you went? You are really in danger of dying. And what's going on with this kid?"
Mo Yan pointed at Feng Yu, who didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
"Father, I have promised to be Feng Yu's wife. This time my daughter can come back safely, all thanks to Feng Yu." Linglong said, holding Feng Yu's hand.
Feng Yu blushed. It is understandable that Linglong did get a lot of benefits during the trip to the Fantasy Beast Forest. Not only did she step into the Tongtian Realm for the second time to escape from the sky, but she also got a treasure and many treasures. But Feng Yu brought a
She was only in danger. Feng Yu knew what Linglong said, but she just didn't want Mo Yan to leave a bad impression on her.
"Forget it, forget it, you decide your own affairs. I don't want you to make the same mistake as your mother. Come with me to meet your grandfather." Mo Yan shook his head, but Linglong still breathed a sigh of relief.
In the dark world, Linglong’s mother is protecting Fengyu and Linglong.
"By the way, you're here too. I believe father has something to say to you." Mo Yan took two steps and turned back to Feng Yu.
"Yes Yes."
Feng Yu didn't want to be rude in front of her future father-in-law. Although she got Linglong's love, it would still be a bit troublesome if Mo Yan and Mo Xin objected. And the most important part of it was Mo Yan. He gave Feng Yu the same feeling as Luo Qiu.
, as the head of the family, he has too many things to consider. His attitude towards Feng Yu and Mo Yan has always been good or bad. If Feng Yu wants to marry Linglong, he must first let Mo Yan accept him. As for the old man Mo Xin
, Feng Yu is not worried. The marriage letter Mo Yan wrote on the pole is still in Feng Yu's arms. She is not afraid that he will not acknowledge it.