Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 23 Phoenix Emperor Phoenix

On the bamboo bed, Feng Queci sat cross-legged, with his eyes closed, his usual arrogance faded from his face, and it was as peaceful as a quietly flowing mountain spring.

In the room next door, lying on the bed and resting with closed eyes, the snow-haired boy in white underwear opened his eyes.The pure black eyes began to change in the silence. From the deepest part of the eyes, they gradually changed from pure white to ice blue at the outermost edge. The color is distinct and progressive, and the color is clear and even. It looks colder than frost and snow. cold.Beauty is beautiful, but I dare not get close to it.

This kind of beauty is too clear, too proud, and too cold.

After a long while, the golden and profound Daowen floated in the air, quickly calculating the evolution.The golden light was faint, reflecting the ruthless and indifferent ice-white face.

...still uneasy.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Ling Yinzui finally saw something wrong from Daowen in the air.

Reason... Substitute... Love Tribulation... And, guardian?

If you don't change your persistence, even if your body dies and your soul dies, even if you change your way, you will not hesitate at all costs, even if you drag everyone into it, you must exchange for the protection of a ray of life for the person you protect.

Standing up, Lian Yin's drunken fingers hooked slightly, and a purple dress automatically covered the slender body.At the same time, Feng Queci opened his eyes, "Ah Ling?"

The boy who opened the door looked calm, came in, closed the door, and stepped forward.Feng Que's phoenix eyes were puzzled, and the spiritual power gathered around him dissipated automatically.

When Lingyin's drunken and cold hands covered his phoenix eyes, and the snow-like breath surrounded Feng Queci, he was suddenly in a trance, and there seemed to be whispers in his ears.

Touching his fingers to his lips, a gentle melody came out, accompanied by strong spiritual power to wrap Feng Que Ci.The originally icy spiritual power faded from the coldness in the music, and turned into the purest spiritual power into Feng Queci's body, circulating along the meridians and flowing into the dantian.

And Feng Queci seemed to be familiar with this spiritual power for a long time, and he didn't reject it in the slightest. On the soul in red, bright red lines began to be drawn on his forehead.

In the residence of Fengcheng, the two lords who were negotiating knelt down uncontrollably. The oppression from the depths of their blood made them hang their heads involuntarily and tremble, not daring to raise their heads.

The ultimate pure suppression!

The invisible coercion overflowed, except for Moshang Lian who did not kneel down because of the power hidden in the depths of the soul, all the monks with the blood of the monsters were pressed to the ground by the awe gushing out of their hearts.In an instant, there was no sound in the entire primordial world except the sound of the wind.

Ordinary beasts, monster beasts, and monster cultivators all surrendered to the ground.

Dragon Domain.

After the coercion dissipated a little bit, the Dragon Clan, which showed its prototype, got up from the posture of submission and turned into a human form.

A man in a silver robe with a dragon pattern straightened his bent waist, looking at Bi Yuntian, his face was slightly pale, but thoughtful.

He was the only demon cultivator who didn't kneel down during the coercion just now, except for Moshang Lian, who was Bai Zede's beloved.

"Fenghuang..." the man murmured.

At that time, the two clans of dragon and phoenix fought against the catastrophe, the ancestor dragon and the phoenix died, and the two clans of dragon and phoenix were almost wiped out.The Dragon Clan hides from the world, and the Phoenix Clan has no news except for the Phoenix Lord who came from nowhere.

It was not until Qing Mo, the Supreme Master of the Ninth Beginning, and the other eight Supreme Masters opened up the No-Illumination Realm. After their dragon clan came to the No-Illumination Realm to avoid the prehistoric times, only then did they discover that the last ancestor of their own family who had been fighting with their dragon clan since the beginning of heaven The Feng clan who died together is also in this world.

Next, it is conceivable that the adults of the two clans have learned their lessons from the fact that the two clans were almost wiped out and no longer fight each other when they meet, but the cubs still hate each other.

All in all, after Jiuchu Shangzun created the Primordial Realm, their Dragon Clan moved to this realm to cultivate themselves, and the Phoenix Clan, because their Fenghuang was raised by their side in the Phoenix Clan, was specially cultivated as the Phoenix Emperor. The relationship between the master and the Supreme Master of the Ninth Beginning has also moved to this world.

Therefore, as the current Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, he has the bloodline of the five-clawed silver dragon, and the three-legged Golden Crow and the Phoenix Supreme Master can suppress him in terms of bloodlines.

Besides the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, there are also the ten little Golden Crows, and the three-legged Golden Crow bloodline?

The demon emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi died in the Lich War, nine of the ten little Golden Crows died in the hands of Hou Yi, and the last remaining Golden Crow...wasn't it missing after the Great Desolation was broken?

Except for that Phoenix Emperor, no one else could give him such suppression from his blood.

However, as the Dragon Emperor, he was really curious.

Where did Fenghuang Shangzun come from? His bloodline is not inferior to that of the ancestor of the Feng clan, Panfeng.

but.

According to the rules of the current world, it is impossible for the Phoenix Master to have so much spiritual power.

Moreover, the situation of Venerable Phoenix... should be Nirvana.

Then, the person who provided him with so much spiritual power... no, it's God, I'm afraid it's the only one...

if that's the case……

"Send the Dragon Clan, return to the Dragon Realm." Dragon Emperor said.

When those two were born, he didn't want to make the Dragon Clan hit the gun.

Today's dragon clan, the number of pure blood dragon clan is too small after all.

Thinking of this, the Dragon Emperor hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"You say you, can't you restrain yourself? As a result, the number of pure blood dragons is only a few dozen, and the number of impure blood is over a million!"

Dragon Clan: "..."

Lingyinzui unsealed the spiritual power sealed in every corner of the body, and injected the spiritual power into Feng Queci's body. His face did not change at all, and his calmness was somewhat surprising.

He pushed back the hair on Feng Que's forehead, stared closely at the slowly emerging lines on his forehead, and sketched them bit by bit.

Not so much.he thinks.

So he put down the hand that was pulling his hair, raised his middle finger, moved it to the center of his eyebrows, and swiped!

A drop of blood appeared on his fingertips, the wound healed instantly, and his face turned pale.Then under his gaze, the red color on the blood faded, became transparent and clear, and turned into pure spiritual power.

Move your fingertips to Feng Que's lips, and click.

The spiritual power that had been compressed into a drop suddenly returned to its original shape, and the thick, viscous or even solid spiritual power was absorbed by Feng Que Ci autonomously.

The lines on the forehead then slowly emerged.

Rong Mingyao appeared outside the door. Seeing this, he sighed helplessly and activated a disk array.

On Biyue Lake, Moshang Lian sat on a cloud boat, dangling her feet in the air, her eyes a little displeased.

Seeing Rong Mingyao's figure appear, he said: "Okay?"

Rong Mingyao nodded: "Okay."

Mo Shanglian looked at the looming Biyuntian, a strange expression appeared on her face: "Tell me, where did Que Ci's blood come from?"

Rong Ming lowered his eyes, "I don't know."

"It's the purest Phoenix bloodline..." Mo Shanglian said, with a hint of fear on his face, "It's not inferior to Panfeng, the ancestor of Phoenix."

"So what?" Rong Mingyao said unhurriedly.

Mo Shanglian laughed out loud: "Yes, you are right. I went astray. In our case, it is enough for him to be Feng Queci!"

"However, it's really hard to suppress the blood." He smiled wryly.

Unwilling to kneel down, naturally uncomfortable.

But at their level, who would be willing to kneel down?

Phoenix chant.

On the Feng Que's forehead wrapped in the flames of Nirvana, the phoenix imprint flowed with golden-red light.

Ling Yinzui took a few steps back, his fingers formed seals, and one barrier after another enveloped the room.

"Ah Ling, if I'm out of control, then promise me and stay away from me. 』

"Oh. 』

"Ah Ling, listen to me.Even if you are not afraid of the flame of nirvana, it will still have some effect on you, right? 』

"right. 』

"So, if you approach me without controlling the Nirvana Flame, I will be sad. 』

"What's the matter with being sad?" 』

"You were hurt. 』

There was some reluctance in his eyes, but Ling Yinzui still left the room.

An Heyi's spirit came over together, and stood beside him in vain, "Que Ci him..."

"Excessive spiritual power, awakened blood."

Frowning, An Heyi waved his hand to enclose the barrier again, and along the way shielded the secret, "I will ask Master to take action."

"No need." Lingyinzui turned and left, heading towards Jiange, "follow the trend. A sign of troubled times."

Distracted.

In the room, An Heyi's voice was light: "Master, please cover up the secret." After the words fell, it automatically turned into a streamer and swept towards the sky.

Even though Han Li said that there was no need to hide it, there was always a tinge of uneasiness in his heart.

A sign of trouble?

Below Biyue Lake, a stream of light swept in.

At the deepest point, the blue fish flicked its tail and swam around a person, reluctant to leave.

The man lowered his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was empty.

The streamer fell on his open palm and turned into words.

Listening to the words, the androgynous cultivator, whose face was a bit feminine, had a gentle curvature in his eyes without a trace of emotion, as tolerant and gentle as the sea.

Looking at layers of clear water, staring at the sky full of stars, he said to himself: "Yin Zui, do you feel uneasy too?"

It's not that he was uneasy, but how could he take out the blood from the center of his brow and turn it into spiritual power enough to support the awakening of Que Ci's blood under the previous conditions that Que Ci strictly ordered him not to take blood and turn it into spiritual power.

In this case, it is possible for Queci to restore the memory, but it may also take a longer delay to restore the memory.In short, the strength of Que Ci can be used to a greater extent.

Concealing the secret, the monk chuckled, warm and full of despair.But in an instant, there was a gloomy look, "he" asked: "Shui Yi, do you care about He'er?"

In the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, Shuiyi stood in plain green clothes, with neither sadness nor joy on his face, upon hearing this, he just raised his eyes, "I care."

"He" was sinister and gloomy, even with strong malice, and said: "Tell me, if I use your body to kill that... An Xiaoyu, even if He'er doesn't hate you, he will always blame you, right?" .”

Shui Yi's voice was finally stained with sullenness: "Shui Lian, enough is enough!"

Shui Lian's words were full of malice: "Although I don't know why He'er left Jiuchu and brought An Xiaoyu back, even if he has no feelings for him, he is still a child who has been raised for 21 years. If He'er watched you kill him with his own eyes, even if he No matter how attached I am to you, I will blame you..." He emphasized the word "attachment".

Shui Yi returned to indifference, "An Xiaoyu is in his heart, and we cannot compare to him."

As for who he is...was it He'er, Shui Yi didn't quite know.

Shui Lian sneered: "Kill him, and the living will eventually forget him."

Shuiyi's voice was strangely calm: "You can kill An Xiaoyu, let's talk."

Even if An Xiaoyu went out to practice after establishing the foundation, even with the covert protection of Huashen Shangjun, He'er would follow in secret.

Shui Lian wanted to kill An Xiaoyu... Heh.

Looking down, Shui Yi suppressed the killing intent in her heart as Shui Lian's killing intent increased, revealing a little struggle.

Human beings have feelings and desires.

He developed feelings for He'er that he shouldn't have, and what's more, he had the desire to be imprisoned.

But he already owed Heer a lot.

Therefore, we can no longer do anything that hurts and harms our children.

Well, first of all, it is necessary to suppress the murderous intent that Shui Lian deliberately caused him to rise.

However, Shui Lian couldn't let Shui Lian know about it.

It was a mistake for him to fall in love with his son.Mistakes cannot be an excuse or reason for harm.

water ripples...

Anyway, once Shuiyi and Shuilian meet, they will never die.

But he can't die until he's untied.

Suppress the killing intent.

Shui Yi fell asleep.

On a small lake, Ling Yinzui sat on a lotus flower, looking at the house surrounded by layers of formations.

The secret of heaven was suddenly concealed, he raised his eyes, and quickly lowered them.

Sure enough, he saw it, and then covered up the secret.

Soon, he stopped thinking about it.

The young man in the blue and white Taoist robe led the young man to this small lake full of lotus flowers.

The young man in golden clothes with light and heavy swords on his back is very conspicuous under the plain lotus flowers all over the lake and the starry night.

So conspicuous that Ling Yinzui cast his sideways eyes imperceptibly.

Stopping ten steps away, Qing Lan let go of the boy's hand, pinched the boy to stand on the lotus, and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Qing Lan, I have seen Master."

Ling Yinzui raised his hand to signal him to get up, "Is it necessary?"

The young man looked blank, and Qing Lan said: "There is no need for Master to take action. He voluntarily cooperates."

Listening drunk and stopped talking.

Qing Lan: "I still have one thing to report to Master."

The drunken face of listening to the sound didn't move at all.

Qing Lan, who understood what he meant by asking him to continue, continued: "The disciple accepts Changliu as a disciple."

"Personally." Ling Yinzui stated his doubts.

"Yes."

Ling Yinzui's expression was flat, and he grabbed the void with his hand, and threw a wooden box and a small beast with a white tail that looked like a raccoon into Qing Lan's arms, "The box is for you, a congratulatory gift. Philip is for him, a meeting gift. "

Qinglan put the little beast into Ye Changliu's arms, put away the wooden box, and signaled Ye Changliu to salute.

Hugging Fei Fei, Ye Changliu knelt down in a daze to salute, "Ye Changliu has met Master."

Qinglan was speechless.

Ling Yin gave him a drunken look, and lifted him up with spiritual power, and then he said: "I hope you can prove the Dao."

Ye Changliu still felt somewhat unreal.

Isn't the person who is called "Master" by Jiange Sword Lord in front of him the boy of Jiuchuzong who fought with Master during the day?

So why...

Seeing that the master continued to stare, Qinglan pulled Ye Changliu to leave at the right time.After getting a little further away, Qinglan asked, "What's its name?" He looked at Feifei in the boy's arms.

Ye Changliu fell silent for a moment.

Qing Lan was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Ye Changliu struggled to come up with a few names: "Baibai, Tuantuan, Qiuqiu, Liliu, Feifei..." His voice became weaker and weaker, without any confidence at all.

The former Taoist priest Chunyang, who has read a lot of poetry and books, experienced the harm of being named Fei for the first time.Qing Lan couldn't describe the complexity in her heart, and looked at Ye Changliu speechlessly.

Fei Fei in Ye Changliu's arms shook a few times at the right time.

Qinglan: "Jieyou, Bikong, Chengsu..." He thought.

Ye Changliu: "How can I relieve my worries?"

"Fei Fei, raising him can relieve your worries." Qing Lan said.

"Then relieve your worries." Ye Changliu made a decision.

After looking at him with complicated emotions for a while, Qing Lan handed Ye Changliu a book.

Ye Changliu: ...

Why did you give me a book of poetry?

But when he thought about his naming skills, Ye Changliu suddenly lost all confidence.

Isn't it just reading poetry?Could it be that he couldn't make it through his first and third year of high school!