Even before Feng Feiyun reached the mountain col, he could already smell the strong smell of blood. The cliffs collapsed and the yin energy continued to seep out from the soil.
There were many corpses on the ground, strange corpses and evil corpses, and the air was filled with a chaotic and mixed atmosphere.
"The Three Evils from the Yang Realm and the Three Evils from the Yin Realm came here, just last night." This thought flashed through Feng Feiyun's mind for the first time. He quickened his steps and came to Ji Lingmei's grave. He saw only one The little monk in white was pierced by a war spear and nailed to the grave. His blood dyed the lonely grave red.
The war spear is intertwined with evil patterns, and the evil spirit is extremely strong. This is a fierce weapon that must have killed many monks in the past.
Feng Feiyun felt very heavy. He pulled out the bloody war spear and looked at the little monk in white. His body was cold and lifeless, and his eyes were still staring at the sky.
Feng Feiyun knelt down and closed his eyes.
The sisters of the Ji family were also shocked by the scene in front of them. They could feel the oppressive atmosphere. Even Ji Xiaonu, who always liked to talk back to Feng Feiyun, became calmer.
Mao Wugui stumbled among the dead bodies, stretched his neck, stopped sniffing the blood on the ground, and said: "My dear, at least ten venerables from both the Yin and Yang realms gave their lives here last night. This little monk is very awesome."
Feng Feiyun frowned and rehearsed on the ground with Xiaoyan's technique, trying to figure out what happened here last night, but someone deceived Tianji, and he could only see some rough pictures. Among these pictures, He saw Long Cangyue.
"Why are people from the Yin and Yang Realms looking for her?" Feng Feiyun saw in the broken pictures that Maitreya opened a way for Long Cangyue and helped her escape.
"It's probably for the eyes of the King of Hell." Mao Wugui sniffed on the ground and smelled some special blood. It frowned and said the names of some strong men from the Yang and Yin realms. These people had been here last night. .
Feng Feiyun called the meat-and-wine monk out of the Kingdom of Heaven. After all, Maitreya was his registered disciple. If his disciple died, how could he, as a master, ignore it.
"What a bastard, you bastard." The meat-and-wine monk had a burly body, holding the body of Maitreya, exposing his breasts and tattoos, and yelled through gritted teeth.
Mao Wugui was a little unhappy, "Who are you scolding?"
"I scolded you for being a bastard, but I didn't scold you." The fair-weather monk was also in a very heavy mood. Maitreya was the only disciple he had accepted in a true sense, but now he was crucified to death. His aura seemed to destroy the entire sky. They were all pierced.
This is a blood feud that drives people crazy.
While the drunken monk was cursing, he was digging a grave to bury Maitreya. Feng Feiyun was worried about Long Cangyue and sent the Ji sisters to heaven. Then he looked for clues left by Long Cangyue's escape last night. He chased after him.
"There are quite a few people from the Yin and Yang Realms."
Thatched turtles were sniffing on the ground. Their noses were sharper than dogs. They stood up and searched for each other in the grass. They ran very fast. From time to time, they would find a mummy on the ground. They had all been sucked dry by people. He died of spiritual energy, apparently killed by Long Cangyue.
Feng Feiyun and Mao Wugui chased into the divine capital. All clues were suddenly interrupted. An ancient street appeared in front of them. At noon, there were many monks on the street. There was a lot of traffic and a constant flow. Even if there were any clues, they had already been discovered. The people were completely destroyed.
"What to do now." Mao Wugui sat on Feng Feiyun's shoe, holding his cheeks with his hands, looking at the trouser legs passing by in front of him.
"Follow me." Feng Feiyun grabbed the turtle's neck, lifted it up, and then disappeared into a shadow, so fast that no one could see it.
The next moment, Feng Feiyun's body had landed in another corner of the divine capital, standing outside a huge mansion.
This area of the city is full of high-walled courtyards, palaces built with jade, and gates built with purple gold. They are inhabited by princes and generals. The mansion in front of you looks a bit desolate, with fallen leaves all over the ground, the door is closed, and there is not even a maid and a woman in front of the door. The guards are useless.
"Princess Mansion." Maowu Gui's four legs kept struggling, and finally struggled out of Feng Feiyun's hands and fell to the ground.
"This is Long Cangyue's former residence. It's a good idea to have some tea when you leave."
Feng Feiyun waved his hand and destroyed the protective formation on the gate of the mansion, then pushed the door open and walked in. The thatched turtle turned into a white spot of light and squeezed in first, sniffing around the mansion. Suddenly, a drop of fresh blood was found in a lake. The turtle's face was overjoyed, "That's what it smells like."
Feng Feiyun breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the blood stains on the ground, and walked inside along the blood stains on the ground.
In the end, Feng Feiyun found Long Cangyue at the door of a remote cellar in the Princess Mansion. There were long blood stains on the ground. She was covered with wounds. Her black clothes were soaked with blood, and even her hair was covered in blood. Blood beads are rolling down.
She seemed to have crawled to the cellar door, leaving a row of bloody handprints on the ground, but eventually passed out without opening the cellar door.
"A very persevering woman." Mao Wugui said.
Feng Feiyun condensed a golden silkworm Buddha pill and gave it to her. He put his hand on her wrist covered with blood scabs and continuously injected the gentle Buddha energy into her body. Her body soon became covered with blood. After applying a faint layer of Buddha's light, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to smoothness and whiteness without leaving even a trace of scar.
But she was too seriously injured and did not wake up immediately.
"This is where the royal disciples gather. People from the Yin and Yang realms should not find this place. It is safe to stay here for the time being."
Feng Feiyun picked up Long Cangyue's delicate body and walked towards a pavilion.
When Long Cangyue woke up, she found that she was already lying on a warm and comfortable bed. She had never felt so comfortable before. She lazily hugged a brocade pillow sideways, and suddenly her body shook. Tightly, he suddenly opened his eyes, two sharp rays of light shot out from his pupils, and he turned over and sat up.
She found that the bloody clothes on her body had been replaced by someone, and she still smelled of flowers. She was wearing a white close-fitting fur coat. The wounds on her body had completely disappeared. Except that her body was still a little weak, most of her injuries had recovered. .
There was another person in the house, a man.
"Uh-huh."
She stared at the man's back, took out a spiritual sword, and flew out like a spiritual snake. Her voice was cold and she said, "You changed the clothes for me."
Feng Feiyun had his back to her, sitting on a chair carved from red sandalwood spirit wood. He was making a pot of soup filled with spiritual energy on the table. He nodded and said, "Well, I also gave you a bath."
"Uh-huh."
The spirit sword slashed at the back of Feng Feiyun's head. The wind roared and the evil energy hit people, but Feng Feiyun easily clamped it with two fingers. The spirit sword trembled violently, but Feng Feiyun's fingers could not be freed.
"If you are injured so badly, you should just lie on the bed and recuperate." Feng Feiyun put away the spirit sword, suppressed it with a ball of golden Buddha energy, placed it on the table, and then held a bowl With the steaming hot soup, I walked to the window and sat down slowly.
Long Cangyue, who was sitting on the bed, was already petrified the moment Feng Feiyun turned around. She bit her lips tightly, and the tears in her eyes kept falling, but she couldn't blink. Blink.
It's no wonder that Long Cangyue didn't recognize Feng Feiyun at the first time. After all, after Feng Feiyun practiced the "Golden Silkworm Sutra", the demonic aura in his body was eliminated and replaced by a sacred Buddhist aura. , if you look at his back, you won't be able to recognize him at first sight.
"Why are you crying?" Feng Feiyun stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I'm not crying." Long Cangyue was very stubborn, biting the snow-white braid tightly, and after wiping her eyes with her sleeves, there were no tears at all, but her eyes were still a little red.
"If you don't cry, don't cry. Let's take a sip of the spiritual grass hodgepodge soup first to replenish the body. I made it myself, and it's definitely the only one of its kind." Feng Feiyun handed over the jade bowl.
"If you say you're not crying, you're not crying, Feng Feiyun, I'm warning you, I, Long Cangyue, have never shed tears in my life. If you dare to mention this again, I will kill you thousands of times after I recover from my injuries." Long Cangyue. The breath on his body was cold, and he pursed his white lips tightly, taking this matter very seriously.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "Drink the soup first."
"Why did you change my clothes and help me take a bath without my permission? Why did you do that?"
"Drink the soup first."
"Why did my mother die? You watched her die in your arms. Why didn't you tell her that I wasn't dead?"
"Drink the soup first."
"Two years ago, I pretended to be dead and hid in the underground dragon vein for you, but what happened in exchange? My mother died, but Long Luofu inherited the throne. Feng Feiyun, don't you want to give me an explanation?"
Feng Feiyun hesitated for a moment and then said: "Drink the soup first."
Long Cangyue's beautiful eyes were cold, staring deeply at Feng Feiyun, and after a long time, she said: "Feed me."
Feng Feiyun picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, held her in his arms, brought the spoon to her crystal lips, fed her a mouthful, and said: "I promise your mother, I will treat her well." Take care of you, you are my engaged wife, I can't change your clothes, who has the qualifications to do so."
There was a soup pot for boiling the elixir on the table. The turtle smelled the smell of the elixir, crawled to the side of the soup pot, stretched its neck and tried to get the elixir inside, but with a "pop", it fell directly into the soup pot.
Feng Feiyun gently stroked Long Cangyue's long hair and fed the soup into her mouth one spoonful at a time. Her little bird curled up in his arms and listened quietly to Feng Feiyue. Cloud's Narration.
Suddenly, a gloomy sneer came from outside the night sky, breaking the silence in the attic.
"Finally I found the blood traces she left behind. She was hiding in this mansion."
In the darkness, there were countless sounds of breaking wind, and huge coercion surrounded the princess mansion. There were the roars of zombies, the long cries of ghosts, and some Taixuyi flying in the void, bringing them with them. There is an aura of bloodshed.