Hongmeng Academy, the council hall.
The curfew time has long passed, and the council hall is still brightly lit, and the atmosphere is dignified and breathless.
The little disciple kneeling at the foot of the hall finished translating the contents of the letter, and then held out a wooden box tremblingly.
The atmosphere suddenly sank to freezing point.
After a long time, Tianshu sighed: "They want Feng Qi?"
"Can't they give it to us if they want it?" Kai Yang shouted, "Lingyuanhai is too deceiving! Jiangcheng!"
Jiang Cheng's face was very ugly, his eyes were fixed on the wooden box in the disciple's hands, and Kai Yang called again before he came back to his senses: "... Immortal Venerable."
Kaiyang: "Call all the disciples to go out to search immediately. They first attacked the market town at the foot of the mountain, and then they kidnapped Ji Chaoyun and Jun Ruzhuo without knowing it. There will be no shortage of people. I don't believe they can't find their hiding place!"
"Kaiyang-Jun..." Tianshu was about to speak when he suddenly realized something.
At that moment, everyone's movements froze.
They all moved their eyes to the door of the council hall, the door of the hall slammed open, and a figure stood in front of the hall.
Feng Qi's robe was rolled up in the gust of wind outside the hall, and his expression was extremely gloomy: "I'll go."
Tianshu said stunnedly: "You..."
As if Feng Qi had never heard of it, he went straight to the little disciple and stretched out his hand to him: "Give it to me."
The young disciple who passed the message glanced at the person in front of him, and then looked at the Immortal Venerable Tianshu sitting in the hall. He felt that the aura of the head of the Hongmeng Academy was a bit inferior in front of the person in front of him.
He swallowed, carefully handing the thing in his hand.
Feng Qi took the wooden box and opened it, a blood-stained dragon scale lay quietly inside.
The dragon scales glowed with silver light, and under the reflection of the light in the hall, they were full of brilliance and shockingly beautiful.
Feng Qi's hand trembled heavily, and suddenly closed the wooden box.
A gust of wind was blowing outside the hall, and the unclosed hall door rolled in, blowing the utensils in the hall and making a sound.
At the same moment, everyone present felt an extremely powerful and breathless coercion.
"Feng Qi!" Bai Qiuyue said loudly, "Calm down."
"I'm calm." Feng Qi narrowed his eyes, carefully put away the wooden box, and walked out of the hall.
Tianshu asked, "Feng Qi, where are you going?"
"Go find him."
"There are a lot of doubts about this matter, and we need to think about it in the long run." Tianshu said, "Ji Chaoyun is the eldest son of the Lingyuan Sea Dragon King. He did not hesitate to hurt Ji Chaoyun in order to avenge the third prince. This is unreasonable. They must have other purposes for them to lead you out. Don't get caught up."
"The dragon scales belong to him." Feng Qi stroked the surface of the wooden box with his fingertips and said softly, "I can hear him calling me. He hurts a lot."
"But your immortal power hasn't stabilized yet—"
"Don't worry, uncle, I'm fine." A red-golden light flashed in Feng Qi's eyes, and there seemed to be something deeply suppressed, slowly recovering from those eyes, "It's never been better."
Inside a dark cave.
Ji Chaoyun fell under the stone wall, his limbs curled up tightly, trembling uncontrollably in the fine pain.
His whole body seemed to be soaked in cold sweat, and his thick eyelashes were moist, making his face even more abnormally white. Half of his sleeves had been stained red with blood, and the blood dripped down the ground along his fingers, leaving a meandering trace.
Suddenly, someone approached him.
Ji Chaoyun's eyes turned black, and he could hardly see who was coming.
He slowly curled up, as if trying to hide himself in this action. It was a helpless and weak protective gesture, but it didn't help, the silver chain rustled, and a hand came out of the darkness and pulled over his wrist.
"Don't..." The silver chain had strangled two deep bloodstains on the slender wrist, which were left from the struggle just now.
Ji Chaoyun shivered and shivered, but he couldn't get rid of the hand holding his wrist no matter what.
"Don't be afraid." The man took his wrist with one hand and gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hideous injury on his forearm. A stream of water condensed in the palm of his other hand, slowly covering the wound.
"Hmm!" The sharp stinging pain spread to the whole body instantly, Ji Chaoyun clenched his lips and let out a suppressed low cry.
The Dragon King closed his eyes, hiding the reluctance in his eyes: "Dad knows that you hurt, the sea water can relieve the injury, bear with it."
The voice seemed to bring back Ji Chaoyun's consciousness. He opened his eyes, glanced at the man in front of him, lowered his eyes, and did not make any more sound.
After a long time, the Dragon King put away the spell, and the bleeding wound finally stopped bleeding.
"I remember that you were afraid of pain since you were a child." The Dragon King sat on the ground beside Ji Chaoyun, his fingertips brushed the blood on Ji Chaoyun's wrist with pity, "When you first started practicing, if you have any minor illness or injury, you have to come to me. Crying, you need me to hug and coax for a while to get better."
Ji Chaoyun's eyes closed slightly, ignoring it.
"... I've been thinking all these years, after you left Lingyuan Sea, if you were sick and injured, and no one would hug you to coax you, what would you do?"
Ji Chaoyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally opened his eyes: "... Get out."
Half of the Dragon King's handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and after standing for a long time, he finally released his hand: "Yan'er, do you remember what I told you, in the deepest part of Lingyuan Sea, there is a Dinghai Pearl? Holding the Pearl Those who are able to have the right to rule the four seas and become the supreme king of Lingyuan Sea.”
"Over the years, Jun Jue has been trying to find out where the Pearl is from me. I haven't told him or anyone. Do you want to know, where did I hide that thing?"
Ji Chaoyun was stunned for a moment, vaguely feeling that there was a deep meaning in those words, but the sharp pain in the wound made him unable to think: "What are you talking about..."
The Dragon King glanced outside the cave, and the light mirror had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.
He raised his hand and touched Ji Chaoyun's long silver hair that had returned to its original shape due to pain, and sighed, "Let's talk about something else."
"I heard from Ah Zhuo, Feng Qi... is good to you?" When he mentioned the name, there was an indescribable complex emotion in the Dragon King's eyes, but he quickly hid it and smiled lightly, "Although I'm a little unwilling, it's okay, so I can rest assured."
Ji Chaoyun: "You... why are you telling me this?"
The Dragon King smiled without saying a word, and said softly: "I have two great regrets in this life, one great regret. I regret that I let you go down to the world to experience and hurt you so much. I regret not listening to your advice and trusting others. It's a pity that it is very deep now. It's too late to regret it."
Ji Chaoyun buried his face in his knees, and after a long time, he asked with a trembling voice, "What about the regret?"
The Dragon King looked at him fixedly, his eyes finally showed a hint of pain: "I regret... I can't apologize to you personally, father and son are relieved."
Ji Chaoyun suddenly raised his head, his red eyes full of disbelief: "What the hell are you..."
"Your son can't wait to rip you to pieces now, how much do you have to talk to him?" The glazed mirror flew into the cave and stopped in front of the two of them.
The Dragon King instantly restrained all his expressions, he stood up, and there was no clue on his calm face: "If we can persuade him to use it for me, it will be beneficial to our plan."
"For my use? Your son won't. Is there anyone in this world who hates demons more than him?" The light mirror looked at Ji Chaoyun up and down, and a smiling voice came from inside, "I really like you. Eyes, let me think where I've seen..."
The voice paused, and then said, "I remember... it was Feng Xiao. Feng Xiao looked at me that way back then, and it was exactly the same."
The light mirror slowly approached Ji Chaoyun, and the Dragon King stood sideways in front of him: "I'm talking to him, didn't I tell you not to come in and disturb?"
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in listening to your father and son. I'm just here to remind you that half an hour is up."
The Dragon King's expression suddenly changed.
The mirror turned to Ji Chaoyun, and he said lightly: "Take off another dragon scale and send it. If Tianliang doesn't respond, I will also dig out these eyeballs and send them together. What I like, how can I be alone? Appreciate?"
The Dragon King's face was extremely ugly, he turned his head bluntly, and his eyes fell on Ji Chaoyun.
Under the gaze of the light mirror, he crouched down and took Ji Chaoyun's hand again.
"No..." Ji Chaoyun shrank, only to feel that the fingers of the other party holding him were trembling slightly, and it was almost bone-chilling.
The Dragon King looked deeply into Ji Chaoyun's eyes, and there was a soft light in those eyes that were exactly the same as Ji Chaoyun's: "Don't be afraid, close your eyes."
Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes and immediately felt a hand fall on his forearm, touching a few dragon scales that were still intact. Not far from the original wound, the few dragon scales closely fit on the texture, and the edges of the scales glowed with clear silver light, trembling slightly because of the master's fear.
The Dragon King took a deep breath, his fingertips gently brushed the trembling dragon scales, and suddenly heard a voice: "Wait—"
It is Yan Huaqing.
The light mirror turned the mirror, facing the direction of the hole, and the voice was filled with joy that could not be hidden: "He is here, he is finally here..."
The night fell, and the sound of tiger roars resounded through the mountains.
The open space outside the cave raised a hurricane, a huge body obscured the moonlight, and it fell from the sky with a gust of wind.
Before the attendants guarding the cave could see who was coming, they were slammed out by a strong force, knocking down a thick tree trunk.
Bai Hu put away his pure white wings, Feng Qi's eyes fell on the deep hole, and his voice was cold: "Get out."
A glass mirror flew out of the hole.
Feng Qi narrowed his eyes: "What are you?"
"You don't know me? That's right, you don't remember anything." The blurred mirror surface seemed to be blown away by the thick fog, and the water waves stirred and rippled, revealing the face of a strange man.
The outline of the face is extremely deep, the facial features are handsome and handsome, and there is a faint trace of bright red in the bottom of the eyes. Unlike the demons he has seen before, there is no evil spirit between his brows and eyes. He smiled, elegantly and calmly, but with a hint of chilling coldness.
He looked at Feng Qi with such a smile, and his voice was gentle: "In any case, I'm still very happy to see you again."
Feng Qi's expression was gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice, "Where are my people?"
The man didn't seem satisfied with his answer, tilted his head slightly, but explained patiently: "In the cave, with his father, it's very safe."
Feng Qi's expression did not soften, and he said again: "You send a letter to Hongmeng Academy, saying that I will release him when I arrive. Now I am here, let him out."
There were slight footsteps at the entrance of the cave, Feng Qi looked up and saw that the Dragon King came out.
This was the first time Feng Qi had seen the Lingyuan Sea Dragon King, and even in such a tense atmosphere, he still felt a little strange.
When Lingyuan Sea Dragon King was young, he led the Shui clan to pacify the four seas, eliminated water troubles, controlled floods, and saved countless Dawn people. He even developed Lingyuan Sea to this day by himself.
But the person in front of him doesn't seem to have the arrogance as rumored.
He seemed to have aged many years this night, and with a tired look on his brows, he stared at Feng Qi from afar.
Feng Qi stared at the face that was similar to Ji Chaoyun. Before he could say anything, Yan Huaqing said, "It's okay to let people go, but His Majesty the Dragon King has a few questions to ask you."
Feng Qi said: "I killed Jun Jue, and you want to take revenge on me."
Yan Huaqing's eyes deepened with a smile, and he said with a smile, "Did you hear, His Majesty the Dragon King, he said, if you want to take revenge, go to him."
The Dragon King smiled lightly: "I thought that the Lord would not be willing to hand this person's life to me."
Yan Huaqing said: "Where is your revenge, you should naturally avenge it yourself."
"That's right." The Dragon King's eyes dropped, and the cold light in his palm condensed, turning it into a slender sword.
His sword edge slid across an arc in front of him, and with him as the center, a silver-white light array suddenly rose up in the open space.
A beam of light stood up from around the two of them, swept into the air, intertwined into a net above the head, and gathered together tightly.
Bai Hu roared anxiously and was comforted by Feng Qi.
"This formation is one of the trapped formations that Lingyuanhai has never heard of. When this formation falls, no one will be able to escape from it unless the formation is exhausted." The Dragon King raised his sword and pointed at Feng Qi, and said calmly, "Today you I'm destined to lose one life here."
Feng Qi's eyebrows clenched tightly, and he jumped off the white tiger with his toes, and also drew a matching sword from the void: "That can only be you."
The swords of the two of them glowed with spiritual power, and the black clouds formed on the horizon, and the strong spiritual pressure formed by the confrontation stirred up in this open space.
But at this moment, Yan Huaqing suddenly said: "No, please wait."
The light mirror floated between the two, and for some reason, Feng Qi vaguely felt that the Dragon King's demeanor loosened slightly. But that feeling was fleeting, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
"The deity naturally hopes that His Majesty the Dragon King can get what he wants and kill the enemy. However, this person has been entangled with the deity for a long time, and he just let him die in the hands of others. The deity is really a little reluctant. So... I changed my mind."
As he spoke, wisps of black smoke slowly infiltrated from the mirror, forming a slender figure in front of the mirror.
The man in red took a half-step forward, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes: "It's such an interesting thing to kill you, I still have to do it myself."
"What nonsense are you talking about." Feng Qi showed off his long sword and said coldly, "You can either come one by one or go together, move quickly and don't waste time."
"But it's disrespectful."
In the silver-white light array, two figures quickly fought each other.
The Dragon King stood quietly by the side, looking at the two figures with deep eyes, as if waiting quietly for something.
"Too weak... still too weak..." Yan Huaqing had a smile in his eyes, even in such an intense fight, he still seemed to be at ease, "You look like you are not even one ten thousandth of what Feng Xiao was back then, what face is there to stand in? here."
Feng Qi's eyes sank, and the radiance of the spiritual power on the sword suddenly rose sharply.
"Yes, that's right." Yan Huaqing's voice was gentle and seemed to be encouraging, "This is what it should be like, continue."
Feng Qi's eyes glowed with golden light, and his sword-wielding movements became more and more tyrannical.
His retreat has not ended, he has not yet learned how to control his power, and he should not have used immortal power at this time. Forcibly mobilizing his spiritual power made his heart and blood surge, and his meridians issued a dangerous warning, as if he was about to collapse when he could not bear this powerful force.
But he did not flinch, but urged his spiritual power time and time again.
Soon.
Almost there.
The power that was hidden in the deepest part of the sea of knowledge and had been sealed for nearly three hundred years, trembled wildly under the call of the master, and was about to come out majestic.
Huh!
Yan Huaqing's figure suddenly stopped.
A slender fairy sword stabbed out from behind him and penetrated his chest.
Facing Feng Qi's increasingly tyrannical sword intent, even Yan Huaqing had to go all out, and finally revealed a fatal flaw.
Yan Huaqing looked down at the sword edge that penetrated his chest, and at the same time, Feng Qi's sword edge had fallen to Yan Huaqing's throat.
"just kill me."
Yan Huaqing smiled lightly, behind him, the dragon king's figure suddenly swayed, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
—As if the sword stabbed him.
Feng Qi frowned suspiciously: "What's going on?"
The Dragon King shouted: "Don't ask, hurry up!"
"I'll tell you what's going on." Yan Huaqing raised his hand and pointed to his heart that was pierced by the sharp sword, "The one placed here is the dragon ball of this old thing."
Feng Qi was startled: "How could..."
"Who made this old thing stupid. When Jun Yan lost the dragon ball, the Lingyuan Sea Dragon King searched everywhere for a cure to no avail. He wanted to dig out his dragon ball and exchange it for him."
Yan Huaqing seemed to remember something very interesting, and smiled lightly: "Long San has coveted the throne of the Dragon King for a long time, and even did not hesitate to cooperate with the Demon Race. But since Jun Yan lost the Dragon Ball, the Dragon King wanted to cut off the cooperation with the Demon Domain. For the sake of one son, he forced the other son to a dead end. Long San had nowhere to go, and he passed on the letter to me and betrayed his biological father."
"Long San helped me to invade the Dragon King's body with a demonic breath when he was splitting the pill. In this way, before this dragon ball could be given to Jun Yan, it became my possession."
"After being attacked by the demonic breath and failed to dissect the pill, the Dragon King did not even suspect his son, but instead listened to Long San's words, thinking that there was another spy in the Lingyuan Sea. So, according to Long San's suggestion, he drove Jun Yan out under the guise of Lingyuanhai, send him to the world to avoid disaster. Tell me, how can there be such a stupid person in this world?"
"Shut up!" The Dragon King shouted sharply, "Feng Qi, Yan Huaqing practiced magic skills and was able to separate the three souls. The one hidden in the mirror is one of his souls. I set up this game to lure him out of the mirror. Come out, kill him quickly, don't let him escape."
"But you—"
"He didn't dare to kill me." Yan Huaqing said softly, "My soul and your dragon ball have long been integrated. If you kill me, won't your dragon ball be broken?"
"You..." Feng Qi's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and hatred rolled in his eyes.
"Feng Qi, Yan'er is still waiting for you."
The Dragon King said calmly: "Yan Huaqing controls my Dragon Ball, I can't kill him, only you can."
"I have done too many wrong things in this life, one step is wrong, one step is wrong. Before I came here, I have made arrangements, and when I die, all the truth will be revealed, and all the guilt will be borne by me."
"Yan'er will restore the identity of the Dragon King Crown Prince. I don't care if he is a fairy or a demon, he is my child."
"I don't want to hurt him, but it hurts him the most. If you want, wait for him to be well, and apologize to him for me..."
"Go ahead."
The next moment, Feng Qi swung down his sword and pierced Yan Huaqing's throat.