The strong wind roared, the heavy rain was like a knife, Chen Fan dragged his sword, his murderous aura was trembling, his purple-clothed sword shook slightly, and he looked at Chen Fan with his head raised.

He could see the sudden leaping light of Chen Fan's pupils, covered by heavy rain, and in a trance, he was pressed into a cold sweat. The raindrops that fell on Chen Fan's body splashed like countless small hammers, slapped rapidly on his chest, unconsciously, even his breathing became heavy.

Gradually, the atmosphere became more and more strange and solemn. Chen Fan dragged his sword forward, and the tip of the sword drew a dazzling arc. Although he did not use a single move, Fu Kun felt that there was a dead end everywhere.

Finally, Fu Kun couldn't help but break free from that strange state. He stepped forward slightly with his left foot, his right hand bent, and the hazy white mist appeared again.

"Xiaoyang" Fu Kun roared violently, his body moved rapidly, and the red spiritual energy surged like a tide, surging like a scorching sun, and everywhere he passed was mist. It was like a strange dragon with a red head and a white body.

"The world begins to be mysterious and yellow, wind and thunder are in the vast world, embroidered winter passes through, spring thunder comes to an end..." Chen Fan was still as moving as a mountain, muttering to himself, but there was a thunder sound, and the sound shook the whole field, like a series of violent thunders.

Then, his eyes suddenly lit up and he had the ultimate momentum. He raised the heavy sword, as if he had raised millions of thunder, and his expression was solemnly slashed down Fu Kun.

Fu Kun held the sword, but he was not afraid of it. His red flames surged and collided with Chen Fan. Chen Fan's hair was instantly dry and floated backwards. The violent flame spiritual power entered his body, burning Chen Fan's limbs and veins. A three-legged golden crow-shaped bird phantom appeared above Fu Kun's head. Fu Kun then squirted a mouthful of blood on the long sword. The golden crow slapped his wings and hissed to the sky. It condensed a little more visible to the naked eye. A sharp claw stretched out and slapped Chen Fan hard.

The Xiudong crosses the border, and the spring thunder finally begins! At the moment when the two swords attack, Chen Fan's lightning that had been ready to go seemed to suddenly find a catharsis port, and suddenly burst out at the tip of the sword. The domineering silver-white lightning flashed into the blink of an eye and a burnt smell suddenly spread.

Seeing the golden crow's claws approaching with their scorching flames, the arc that the heavy sword had just passed suddenly lit up, and the silver thread turned into a thundering thundering, opened the bloody mouth full of thunder and lightning, and pounced towards the golden crow.

With a dull "bang", the rain was scattered by the crushing energy of each other, forming an irregular rain curtain that enveloped the two of them. The golden crow was dim and almost disappeared, but the thundersnake dissipated. Chen Fan's black heavy sword flashed with lightning and slashed Fu Kun fiercely and landed in the river.

He also felt uncomfortable, so he endured the stinging pain like a needle in his body and swallowed a mouthful of blood that was about to gush out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hiss" the river water boiled, and Fu Kun jumped up with three long swords transformed with spiritual energy. How could Chen Fan follow his wishes? He shouted "Destroy" and a thunder hammer gathered over the river immediately, but it was extremely light, far less shocking than the time when Huagu came.

The thunder hammer fell down with a bang, smashing the river water to a concave degree, splashing fish, shrimps, and water plants.

Fu Kun was the first to be hit and was struck by lightning and struck into the bottom of the river again. His body was sore and numb, and he almost lost his strength. His body was almost completely destroyed at this moment, but Chen Fan did not stop and was determined to kill Fu Kun in one fell swoop.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Sorrow" Chen Fan lifted up the Xuan Lei heavy sword, found Fu Kun's position, and slashed it again, three waves fell one after another, the river churned, and the fish and shrimps in this area were all affected, and they died.

Fu Kun was even more thundering, and directly exploded from the bottom of the river and fell heavily on the riverside. He couldn't even get up. His whole body was charred and his internal organs were blown up. He was already as angry as a fucking spring, and the oil was almost gone and the lamp was dry.

If it weren't for the excessive consumption of thunder that had attracted thunder, the Nine Heavens Thunder Shang would have been able to forcibly condense four spiritual thunders, which might have directly struck Fu Kun to death.

Chen Fan's legs became weak and he fell to the ground. He was injured and he couldn't hold on to these extremely physically consuming moves one after another.

The rain passed by his eyes, his vision blurred. He couldn't see clearly what the boy lying on the riverside looked like. I thought, he might not be able to survive. He let out a long breath of turbid air, adjusted his breath slightly, stood up and walked towards Fu Kun.

Blood was constantly overflowing from Fu Kun's mouth, his clothes were ragged, and some places were covered with blood and white bones, with blood stains and a gray complexion, looking terrible.

He noticed Chen Fan's approaching, slowly moved his head, and showed an ugly smile in difficulty, panting and said, "I...I...I regret it, I thought...I won't regret it..." He smiled and cried.

Chen Fan felt a little sad and a little desolate inexplicably.

Once regret occurs in the heart, it will be more important than Mount Tai.

Fu Kun grinned, and his gray and tearful eyes gradually began to dissipate.

It was abruptly, Chen Fan also smiled silently, but he was full of energy. The unknown light in his eyes completely exposed his youthful recklessness.

"I will wait for Feng Chuan here!"

There is no restraint in wind and rain, and the young man is fearless.

After hearing this, Fu Kun regained his pupils like a rebirth, "Thank you." After that, there was no rebirth.

Chen Fan looked at the boy who smiled and said regret before his death, and looked at the boy who cried and said thank you to the person who killed him. He was in a complicated mood and turned around and walked under a tree not far away.

There was a jar of wine he brought.

The boy stood in the rain without compassion, but it did not affect his admiration. Fu Kun was not easy to judge, but he liked it.

Kaifeng, drink wine, toast Fu Kun, and to himself.

Young men always have times when they act voluntarily, without reason or considering the consequences.

Chen Fan stepped on the tree and was eroded into the soft land by the rain. He raised his heavy sword and inserted it hard. In just a moment, he cleared a deep pit and buried Fu Kun in. He also buried his sword with his sharp edge that dimmed after only once.

He sat next to a simple pile of graves, drinking wine, wet in the rain, waiting for people, very quiet.

It rains on Qianhua Mountain,

A lonely tomb standing by the river.

The young man first entered the world,

Don't understand the meaning.

As soon as the third sip of wine came into his throat, someone rushed over.

He stepped on the muddy grass, his face was full of embarrassment, his body of blood danced into the sky, his bloody eyes were dark red, thick as blood, and he was as strange as a mountain ghost. Walking between the wind and rain and the mountains and rivers, it was particularly gloomy and terrifying.

The anger and anger in his chest was like raindrops falling beside him, pressing towards Chen Fan with a tight and impenetrable mind.

Chen Fan's hand holding the wine shook slightly, and slowly stood up. He stood up and exerted his strength, and could better deal with the upcoming crisis.

Feng Chuan's handsome face squeezed out a strange smile, which made Chen Fan's heart chill. At this moment, he was like a blood-colored wandering soul, silently looking at the new tomb without tombstones, and then changed his sight and said to Chen Fan gently, "Come on, I'll take you to see hell." His voice was gentle, with bewitching.

Chen Fan's eyes darkened and he was about to fall into a illusion. Facing Feng Chuan, who had condensed two heavenly veins, he had no power to resist.

But at this moment, before the illusion was powerful, a bloody energy suddenly surged in Chen Fan's chest, and an ancient and desolate aura suddenly burst out from his body, as well as the small beast patterns hidden under his clothes, which seemed to twist slightly.

At the same time, a series of rapid bells suddenly sounded from the depths of a huge and majestic ancient palace somewhere. The bells sounded crisp and pleasant, with amazing penetration.

A girl in red dress with long hair and waist hurriedly opened the door and ran towards the place where the ringtone rang with excitement.

She was barefoot, with a red rope tied to her feet and three small golden bells strung on it. She stood outside an ancient door, gasping for breath and said, "I want to see him!"

"No, the price of forcibly rebelling against the void is too heavy. If you wake it up, the consequences will be unimaginable." I don't know where a vicissitudes and old voice came from, full of love.

"But, I want to see him..." the girl said stubbornly, her eyes as crystal as glass were full of desire.

The old voice remained silent for a long time, but finally compromised. With a sigh of anti-Buddha, the door gently opened a gap.

The girl immediately shook the golden bell on her feet, pushed open the door, and ran in, like a red carp.

"Thank you, Xingzu." The girl's voice came from the door, and she was extremely happy... What a happy red carp!

Inside the door is a small ancestral hall, which does not worship tablets and emits a decay smell. There is nothing else except an ancient mirror, a cushion and a small white jade tripod floating in the air.

The ancestral hall was pitch black, with only the dark light emitted by these things.

At the edge of the ancient mirror are two black dragons with fierce appearances that are exposed. The mirror does not reflect human figures, but there is a deep sea of ​​stars, with big stars floating and rising inside, endless.

The red carp girl stood in front of the mirror, muttering constantly, unable to hear what she was saying, and then she cut through the precious true blood cinnabar between her eyebrows.

A drop of blood with a bright red glowing golden light flowed out from her eyebrows, and then the cinnabar immediately returned to its original state.

The white jade tripod seemed to have been guided suddenly and began to rotate slowly, bringing out a quicksand-like light and shadow.

The girl was half lying on the ground and prayed devoutly.

The blood drops slowly sank into the cauldron, and suddenly a violent storm was stirred up. The girl's black hair danced wildly, but her body was still motionless. The cushion under her knees, as the gusset suddenly rose, a very soft and comfortable power surged out, wrapping her up.

She raised her head and showed a smile that was intoxicating to meet the dazzling starlight that fell from the mirror.

At the end of this starlight, there was the person she wanted to see the most...

She stepped onto the star road without fear and disappeared into the mirror.

There was suddenly a sound in the deepest part of the passage outside the door, and a huge and snow-white monster raised its head.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!