Under the moonlit night, Sakura Dream Flower Valley.

After the battle, the fluorescent cherry blossoms were inevitably stained with mottled blood. The red under the fluorescent light was like they were unwilling to bow down to the fateful veins, which were sad and desolate.

The blood-stained cherry blossoms have a unique taste.

Suddenly, the blood on the cherry blossoms began to move slowly, as if it was pulled by unknown forces. The blood that was condensed but not dissipated on the ground also slowly wriggled, slowly gathering with the octagonal array plate as the center.

Soon, the ground of Yingmeng Flower Valley was covered with lines of blood, and the blood beads falling on the flower plants gradually rose into the air and were pulled away by the octagonal array plate.

The floating blood beads and the wandering blood lines shocked everyone. A depressing aura appeared in the valley inexplicably.

Outside the Sakura Dream Flower Valley, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, wandering in Taixu. While the changes in the Flower Valley, he suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little surprised and suspicious. His cultivation was much higher than the people in the Valley, so he felt something that Chen Fan and others had never felt during the changes.

It was a huge murderous aura, a constant obsession... as if it was powerful.

Outside Qingze City, someone came with a sword.

As fast as flowing light, it is unstoppable.

Inside the valley.

"It was the formation plate that was causing trouble, sucking blood and raising the strange treasure, and leading the strange treasure to the birth of the strange treasure." Li Shan Chuli shouted.

Gu Meng'er once again drew the wind and snow with his sword. This time it was more than twice as powerful, imprisoning about a quarter of the Sakura Menghua Valley.

At this time, the octagonal formation plate emitted a dazzling golden wave, and the valley was instantly like daylight. At the same time, the traction force surged, instantly destroying Gu Menger's sword force.

Gu Menger's face was pale and she was shocked a lot. She could only watch the blood gather.

Chu Li, Chen Fan, the Han princes Liu Ziming, Yan Hao, Shi Long, and the Zhong brothers and sisters tried to break the formation plate at all costs and prevent the birth of a strange treasure.

How could Feng Chuan turn a blind eye? He immediately became furious and spitted three mouthfuls of essence and blood, rubbed his fingers into seals, and the essence and blood spontaneously ignited, turning into a green sea of ​​fire. Although it was a flame, it was a little colder than ice.

It is the Heavenly Sleeping of the Frozen Fire! And it is the three levels of Frozen Fire!

After Feng Chuan used the Fructus Fire Heavenly Sleeping, his skin instantly flattened, like a corpse covered with a human skin. It was particularly hideous and terrifying.

Green rotten fire can not only burn the sun, but also corrode the soul. After a few people touch it, they will know the power and hurriedly withdraw.

Feng Chuan showed his white teeth, like an evil ghost under the Nine Netherworld, sneering silently.

A lot of blood has gathered around the octagonal array plate, and blood is flowing around it. The array plate is soaked in the blood. The mysterious patterns seem to be attached to life and begin to beat like a pulse.

Chen Fan looked at this strange scene and the spiritual power on his body suddenly burst out. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the sea of ​​fire decisively.

The moment he entered the sea of ​​fire, Chen Fan's body paused, and the biting cold made him unable to act as he pleased. The place covered by rotten fire seemed to be pierced by ice. If Chen Fan could see his meridians, he would definitely find that there were some tiny ice crystals in his blood, and it was gradually increasing.

At the same time, Chen Fan's soul was also constantly burned by the rotten fire. Unlike burning, the flames that burned the soul were extremely hot.

So an extremely strange scene appeared. Chen Fan was surrounded by rotten fire, but his whole body was covered with ice chips. The strangest thing was that his face was red and he was still sweating.

Gu Menger saw that Chen Fan was in a bad situation, so she took out a white gauze scarf and injected spiritual power. A white light flashed, and the gauze scarf made a transparent aperture, which surrounded Gu Menger.

Then he flew lightly and rushed towards Chen Fan. Feng Chuan did not wait for Gu Menger to approach Chen Fan, and his bloody eyes instantly turned blood red, and blood flowed out. A faint ripples spread from Feng Chuan. Chen Fan, who was resisting the rotten fire, and Gu Menger who was running towards Chen Fan both paused, and then his eyes were blurred and gradually lost their luster and fell into a illusion together.

...

It seemed like he had been sleeping for a long time. Gu Menger woke up quietly and looked up. She found that she was actually lying by the Qinghu Lake. She frowned and thought about it carefully, but she didn't find anything strange.

"Maybe I'm too tired," Gu Menger thought to herself.

She has been here in Qinghu many times, and the small thatched hut by Qinghu has been cleaned countless times. Except for the old man who has lived here for three thousand years, no one seems to be more familiar with it than her.

When she was a child, Gu Menger and her master went to Qinghu to pick Zi Ling Yulian and passed by the small thatched hut. She asked her master, who was living here?

Her master told her that there was a very powerful old man living here, and even the unethical Emperor of Broken Finger was defeated by his sword. However, after accidentally killing his beloved woman, a genius senior from our sect, he was disheartened and buried his sword at the bottom of Qinghu Lake and completely withdrew from the journey of heaven and earth. This Qinghu Lake is so clear because of the old man's sword.

I heard that when the sword was buried, nine purple thunders fell from the sky to stop the old man from abandoning the sword. The old man looked cold and said, "Today I will stop me from abandoning the sword, and then I will kill the sky with one sword."

After wandering for a long time, the purple thunder finally chose to disperse, and it seemed that he did not dare to anger the old man who was desperate. He built this thatched hut by the Qinghu Lake. Since that day, he has stayed here to guard the grave, and has been guarding for three thousand years, and has never taken a step here again.

Gu Menger, who grew up, likes to come here more and more. She doesn't know how much she likes her to be so obsessed, nor does she know how lonely she will be like her to be so obsessed. She just wants to see this infatuated old man.

But she had never seen the old man before, and later she heard from the master that he had left.

Something is a pity...

Gu Menger habitually walked towards the hut, and since she was here, she would go in and clean it up.

But unexpectedly, the door opened itself, and an old man with gray hair and gray clothes in coarse linen came out.

Gu Meng'er was shocked. Didn't the old man guarding the grave leave?

He is back?

Then he looked at the old man seriously.

But strangely, the two of them were so close that Gu Menger could not see the old man's face clearly.

"Are you Senior Du Qing?"

The old man didn't say anything, gently waved his sleeves, knocked Gu Meng'er to the Qinghu Lake and imprisoned him in the air.

Gu Menger struggled but failed and said in a loss of voice, "Senior, please calm down, I have no intention of disturbing you. I admire you, and heard that you have left, and I can't bear to see the dust in this house, so I came to clean it up on my own. I hope you don't blame me."

The old man's feet left the ground, his energy flew into the air, and his hands spread out and said, "Where is my sword? Return!"

In an instant, thunder surging in the sky, and the roar suddenly erupted. The old man summoned the sword, and the sky was in panic...

The green lake is restless and the waves are rising and falling, as if a ferocious beast awakens from the bottom of the lake and wants to break through the lake.

"Sword is coming!" the old man shouted angrily, and the words were expressed, as if the rules of heaven were the same, and the words followed. Thunder retreated, silently.

The huge waves in the Qinghu Lake were surging, and the lake water splashed everywhere, and it was split into two, revealing an insurmountable gap, and also revealing the peerless ancient sword that had sunk for three thousand years. The waves were ups and downs, but they were insurmountable...

One word is divided into a lake!

When the sword heard the master's call, it made a cheerful sword sound and suddenly flew up. Qinghu, which was divided into two parts, also soared up with the sword, making two huge waves.

The old man stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of holding the sword. The sword came at a very fast speed and finally returned to the master's hand again.

When the sword was started, the huge waves on both sides were unable to support them. They fell down and splashed countless splashes, and gradually returned to calm.

Gu Menger faced the old man's power, let out a heavy breath, and pursed her lips bitterly.

The old man called back the sword, walked in front of Gu Menger in the air, and stabbed him without any hesitation.

At this time, Gu Menger still couldn't see the old man's face clearly, but saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

"So he also has bloody eyes..." Gu Menger thought to herself.

"No! Blood Eyes..." Gu Menger suddenly opened her eyes and said angrily, "Feng Chuan."

The old man's sword reached an inch in front of Gu Meng'er, but he stopped when she shouted Feng Chuan. Everything in front of him shattered like a bubble.

It seems that nothing has happened.

At this moment, Feng Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood again, his blood pupils dimly. He looked at Chen Fan in horror, as if he had noticed something extremely terrifying.

It turned out that when the corrupt fire burning Chen Fan's soul covered one-third of Chen Fan's soul, it could not spread. It was like breaking a certain taboo, retreating quickly and panicking. Feng Chuan was shocked and decisively gave up Gu Meng'er, using his pupil power like overdrawing, trying to burn through Chen Fan's soul, but in the two-thirds of the soul that Feng Chuan could not reach, a shaking momentum suddenly burst out, and a golden light surged out.

The golden light flashed through Feng Chuan's pupils, but it gave him an indelible impression.

It was a golden giant standing upright and boundless. The giant's pressure was like countless mountains falling from the sky, hitting Feng Chuan's chest one by one. In front of this giant, Feng Chuan was an ant. As long as he was willing, Feng Chuan could crush his soul at any time...

Feng Chuan's face was pale, and the cold sweat soaked the blood robe. The giant's clear face shattered Feng Chuan's beliefs.

That is…………The Emperor of Broken Finger…

Ten years ago, nine-year-old Feng Chuan followed his master to meet the last time the Broken Finger Emperor.

The rotten fire was extinguished, Feng Chuan looked at Chen Fan in horror, and shouted in his heart, "How is that possible! He is Chen Fan of Liuyun Sword Sect, not Song Changqing of the Imperial Palace, how can he have something to do with the emperor?" His trembling hands showed how uneasy he was. But no matter how unwilling he was, he did not dare to continue to attack Chen Fan.

At this time, Gu Menger's body shook suddenly, and she had not yet woken up because of some reason why she had broken the illusion.

While Chen Fan was enduring the burning of the corrupt fire and Feng Chuan's illusion, he inexplicably returned to his memory. He saw his past as a bystander, and beside him was Gu Meng'er who had not yet woken up. However, Gu Meng'er could see Chen Fan, but Chen Fan could not see Gu Meng'er. Feng Chuan did not expect that his blood-eye illusion caused this situation.

The scenes kept changing, and the smile on Chen Fan's face gradually became stronger, but Gu Menger was very uneasy.

The old man in Chen Fan's memory was the day the emperor died. Before the fall of the emperor, the terrifying old man who took away the emperor's fortune. Chen Fan was the young man lying in the ice coffin...

How can this not be shocked by Gu Menger?

But the following scenes left Gu Menger without any shock and began to sympathize.

Chen Fan, when he was a child, had no playmates. All he had were countless ferocious beasts and endless injuries, and endless blood. His repeated serious injuries and death were his childhood...

Looking at the smile on Chen Fan's face, something called heartache sprouted in Gu Menger's heart.

Finally, when Chen Fan stood on the top of the mountain and roared, Gu Menger's eyes were already crystal clear.

Gu Meng'er didn't know why the old man left, but she knew how sad Chen Fan was. She looked at Chen Fan quietly, but did not find that Chen Fan's shadow became deeper and deeper in her mind.

"Where are you going, I'm looking for you..." Chen Fan still laughed, not knowing whether he had noticed that he was already in tears.

(End of this chapter)
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