??Feng Feiyun finally took the fifth-grade elixir. The rotten blood of the King of Hell on his body was temporarily suppressed, but the mark of the King of Hell on his chest was still there. His face looked sick, without any color, and he would cough from time to time.
Blood.
It's like a chronic illness that won't heal.
"My little friend, you can rest peacefully in the Vientiane Tower for the past two years, and don't pay attention to the "Hundred Pagoda List" disputes. Remember to fight with others, be more tolerant and less angry, so that you can have two years of life, otherwise
...Hey!" Baiguo Great Alchemist explained endlessly, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.
???Feng Feiyun's face was calm, but he had already started to circulate his spiritual energy, with no intention of stopping. If he lost his blood, he might as well die.
????"Why is my cultivation not advancing but retreating and constantly losing?" Feng Feiyun said.
Baiguo Great Alchemist said: "The rotten blood of the King of Hell is not only corroding your body, but also corroding your cultivation. In the past two years, your cultivation will become lower and lower until it is exhausted."
Time is also the time when the flower of life withers.”
???"Zhang Badao, take your junior brother back to the Martial Tower." The God King closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, took a deep look at Feng Feiyun, and then left sadly.
???Feng Feiyun was quite touched. The God King is definitely a good master. This cry of master is not unfair at all.
??Suffering from the poison of the King of Hell, even a peerless genius has turned into a waste and lost all value. However, the God King still regards him as his disciple. Not only does he personally heal his wounds, but he also wastes a favor.
To let him live two more years.
??Anyone else would have definitely avoided Feng Feiyun and left him to fend for himself, but the God King did not.
??Only at this time can you tell who is the one who is truly good to you? Who is the hypocrite?
??Human relationships are cold and warm, while the world is cold and cold.
"How disappointed he is!" Feng Feiyun looked at the dejected back of the God King and sighed in his heart.
?Zhang Badao said: "Junior brother, follow me back to the Martial Tower! With Master and I in charge of the Martial Tower, no one dares to do anything to you."
Feng Feiyun had offended many people. Now that he was seriously injured and could not recover, those people no longer had any worries. Without the protection of the God King, they would probably be humiliated and killed.
????It is the best choice to go to Wuta and wait for death in peace.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, senior brother. I still have a lot of things that I have to do. In these last two years, I can't hide in the martial arts tower, otherwise I won't be willing to die.
"
Zhang Ba Dao has a perverse personality, values friendship, and is very upright. After hearing Feng Feiyun's words, not only was he not annoyed, but he even slapped his thigh and applauded, saying: "This is my junior brother Zhang Ba Dao. Even if he wants to die, he will not be angry."
I want to die vigorously and be a true man."
Feng Feiyun also laughed, and blood overflowed from his mouth as he laughed. He wiped the blood and said with a smile: "Senior brother, aren't you afraid of the rotten blood of the King of Hell on my body? I heard that if you get too close to me, you will also encounter disaster.
"
????Zhang Badao's face looked a little sad, and said: "I am your only senior brother, so naturally I won't care about this. Even if there is trouble, I will punch you back. But...many people you were close to before, maybe
...Junior brother, in the next two years, you must take the warmth and coldness of human relationships lightly, otherwise you will find that living in this world is indeed not a beautiful thing."
??Feng Feiyun nodded. Only when you are at your lowest point can you tell who is the person who is really good to you.
?Feng Feiyun took out the God King Token and gave it to Zhang Badao, asking him to hand it over to the God King. This token has lost its value now, and there is no need to put it on him anymore.
The news spread on this day, and soon spread throughout the entire Wanxiang Tower, then the entire Nantai Mansion, and then the entire Shenjin Dynasty. Everyone knew that Feng Feiyun had been poisoned by the rotten blood of the King of Hell and turned into a useless person.
"I thought that after the first genius of the Jin Dynasty survived the catastrophe, he would be able to spread his wings and soar into the sky, but unexpectedly he fell into the clouds."
"Even the Great Alchemist of Baiguo can only protect his life for two years. It seems that the son of the demon is really dead."
"Living for two more years is just a matter of survival. I heard that his cultivation is losing and he will become weaker and weaker until he dies."
"A useless person is simply wasting the fifth-grade elixir. If you can give me the fifth-grade elixir, I can cultivate to the level of a half-step giant."
…
Everyone is talking about Feng Feiyun. Some people are feeling sorry for him, while others are applauding him.
"The son of the demon has done too many bad things, this is retribution!" Several demon girls in the Senluo Palace said the same thing. Once upon a time, these four words "son of the demon" kept them awake at night and restless.
In the end, the five old eunuchs did not open the imperial edict and returned directly to the divine capital. Feng Feiyun had lost his value and was not even qualified to connect with the edict.
It was like a farce. Countless people were laughing at Feng Feiyun behind his back. Sure enough, he was possessed by the God of Plague. This time of misfortune made it impossible for him to stand up again.
The next day, the God King sent an order and announced to the world: "Although Feng Feiyun has been infected by the rotten blood of the King of Hell, he is still the descendant of the God King. Anyone who dares to touch him is against the God King and will be killed."
After the God King issued the order, everyone became more convinced that Feng Feiyun did indeed have a short lifespan and could no longer grow up, and was completely reduced to a useless person.
The God King slaughtered four giants in one day, and the killing was so impressive that it shocked the world.
Anyway, Feng Feiyun is already a mortal man and without any threat, the older generation of monks will naturally not take action against him. He is just a loser and there is no need to offend the God King for his sake.
Of course, whether the younger generation of monks will take action is another matter. After all, even the God King cannot control the younger generation's struggle. Feng Feiyun has made many enemies among the younger generation, and the road ahead will be extremely difficult.
Feng Feiyun left the Vientiane Tower, and before walking out of the Vientiane Tower, he met with Ji Xinnu. Ji Xinnu did not mention the "Eight Skills Scroll" at all, but only asked Feng Feiyun to stay in the Vientiane Tower, but he
He was declined by Feng Feiyun.
When he was about to leave the Vientiane Tower, Scholar Tianshu came to say goodbye and checked Feng Feiyun's injuries. However, this omniscient man in the world did not know how to cure the rotten blood of the King of Hell.
"Brother Feng, don't give up. This world is vast and boundless. There are many miraculous senior masters living in seclusion among the barren mountains and swamps. Maybe there are people who can break the rotten blood of the King of Hell." Scholar Tianshu comforted him.
Feng Feiyun's face was pale and his lips were chapped. He smiled calmly and said: "I will never give up on life. Even if I only have two years to live, I will live a wonderful life."
The scholar of Tianshuang said: "Originally, in my calculation, Brother Feng and Ziyu were the strongest contenders for the top spot in the "Hundred Towers List", but I didn't expect that God's will is unpredictable, and such a strange change happened, which really made me
It’s all unpredictable. What are Brother Feng’s plans after leaving the Vientiane Tower?"
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "I want to go and retrieve some things that belong to me."
Feng Feiyun drove a pale yellow copper chariot, held a whip in his hand, and whipped it on the Qiniu's back. He drove away on the ancient road full of fallen leaves.
The yellow leaves are flying, the dusk is falling, and this autumn is a bit bleak.
The scholar of Tianshuang stood outside the Vientiane Tower, his white clothes were like flying snow, and his feather towel was fluttering in the autumn wind. He watched the copper car disappear into the vast wilderness and muttered to himself: "The destiny and destiny in him are still noticeable.
If it’s unclear, where is the way forward?”
While driving, all the way south, Feng Feiyun sat on the front of the car, wearing the simplest cloth and carrying a bamboo hat to block the cold wind, not wanting others to see his sick face.
His body seemed very fragile and he would cough up blood from time to time, but he was still humming a tune.
"Now is the time to return to the Feng family. Before you die, you must get some things back, and some people must be killed."
The copper carriage drove outside a pine forest, and the view became wider, and an ancient city appeared in front of it.
We have left the area of the Wanxiang Tower and arrived at Tianhua County. This ancient city is the gateway to the Wanxiang Tower and the only place to go in and out of the Wanxiang Tower.
Feng Feiyun drove into the ancient city. There were many monks in the ancient city, and among them, students from the Wanxiang Pagoda wearing white Confucian robes could be seen. These students hurried past and returned to the Wanxiang Pagoda carrying a large number of bones and corpses.
They are still fighting for the ranking in the "Hundred Towers List", but Feng Feiyun has completely withdrawn from this battle, and is even about to withdraw from the stage of life.
In this ancient city, Feng Feiyun heard a lot of talk about himself, and also heard a lot of sighs. He felt that he, Feng Feiyun, had completely declined and could never return to the prosperous days of the past.
The demon's son was completely destroyed.
Suddenly two soldiers of the Shenwu Army in iron armor stopped in front of the copper chariot. They were carrying swords and riding on the backs of Qiniu. They had the fighting spirits of alien beasts on their bodies. Their tiger eyes were bright and they stared down at them.
Wind and clouds.
One of the soldiers of the Shenwu Army said coldly and ruthlessly: "Feng Feiyun, come with us!"
He has become a useless person and there is no need to respect him anymore.
Feng Feiyun lifted up a corner of his bamboo hat, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I didn't expect that someone could recognize me like this."
"We ordered the general to wait for you for two years." Another Shenwu Army officer said unceremoniously.
"General Ling? Ling Donglai?"
Feng Feiyun seemed to be moving. He raised his head slightly and looked towards a high-rise mausoleum made of ice jade beside the ancient street. He saw Ling Donglai standing on it with a majestic look, a sword hanging on his waist, and his body was outstanding.
Like a statue of an eternal and immovable god.
This man was indeed stubborn enough. In order to capture him and bring him to justice, he even waited outside the Vientiane Tower for two years without leaving. It seemed that he had really issued a military order and would not go back until Feng Feiyun was captured.
He is truly a person with a strong sense of principle.
Ling Donglai looked down at Feng Feiyun below, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. He had just received the Jade Flying Talisman from the Divine Capital, so he didn't need to capture Feng Feiyun back to the Divine Capital and directly killed him on the spot.
This is a military order, and he must obey it.
Feng Feiyun naturally felt the killing intent on his body. Suddenly, his spiritual sense moved and he felt a second killing intent rising from another direction. He turned his head and looked around, only to see a slim figure sitting at the end of the opposite side, under the tea house.
The woman was drinking tea with her back to him.
The autumn wind rustled and blew an icy chill.
The second killing intent came from this woman's body.