The shape of the eyes of the person on the bed was originally extremely beautiful, long and narrow, and the thick eyelashes spread their wings. The dark pupils are like polished and rounded obsidian, and every time they look at him in a dream, it is like a clear spring.
There is tenderness deep in the eyes.
Teach people to love.
- But it is by no means the same as it is today, the golden yellow is dazzling, and it has a noble and awe-inspiring meaning, which makes people instinctively want to retreat and dare not offend.
Chen Weiyuan rested on the edge of the bed with one hand and stopped his movements.
But he had just gotten too close.
Suddenly, not only did the eyes sting from the golden color, but a terrifying sense of oppression came from the depths of the blood.
The man looked at him with indifferent golden eyes.
Chen Weiyuan suddenly had a strange feeling.
When this man looked at him, it was like a Divine Phoenix roaming high in the sky, looking at ants on the ground.
The other party said only one word.
"roll."
The voice was hoarse and light, revealing the weakness after being seriously injured.
Chen Weiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and there was a shudder on his back.
Almost embarrassed, he took a step back, and when he reacted in a flash, there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
How can this be.
He actually felt the oppression of his bloodline on the other side.
The ancient bloodline, only the same ancient bloodline can be suppressed.
He is already the purest and most outstanding successor of the Chen Clan's bloodline power for hundreds of years. Even if Ye Xuanguang can't completely suppress him, what is Ye Yunlan
He looked at Ye Yunlan's golden eyes.
… very similar to the mark of Ye bloodline atavism.
Moreover, Ye Yunlan's surname is also Ye, and thinking of Ye Xuanguang's special attitude towards Ye Yunlan, a guess vaguely formed in his mind.
But he still felt incredible.
- The Ye family has inherited thousands of years, and there is only one Ye Xuanguang whose bloodline is pure enough to be able to return to the ancestors. If there really is another bloodline so pure, how could he be allowed to wander outside
The man on the bed has slowly straightened up, his long black hair draped over his snow-white blouse and thinned shoulders.
Outside the window of the flying boat is the sea of clouds on the sun, but the man's long and narrow golden pupils are more scorching than the sun.
Not as pale and weak as usual, at this moment, Ye Yunlan has a kind of thick and compelling magnificence, as well as an indescribable awe-inspiring dignity.
A trace of surprise flashed across Chen Weiyuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his emotions, forcing out the blood from his fingertips and quickly swiping in the void.
- He wants to know whether Ye Yunlan belongs to the Ye clan. "Pinger, dare to spy on my fate?"
Suddenly, the man's low voice sounded in his ears.
The blood line that peeped at fate in his hand suddenly broke.
Affected by the technique, Chen Weiyuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He raised his head in surprise and saw the person on the bed looking at him expressionlessly.
The pale and slender hand was raised towards him, clearly looking so soft, yet as if it had the might to shake the world.
Chen Weiyuan's cultivation base has already stepped into a calamity, and he is only half a step away from becoming a mortal, but at this time, there is an illusion that he will be pinched to death by the opponent.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound of thunder outside the window.
The man on the bed lowered his head and coughed violently.
Blood dripped through his fingers, staining his snow-white sleeves red.
The golden light in his eyes was slowly fading, and so was the thick aura of blood power. Finally, he only raised the end of his eyes and glanced at him without emotion.
The muffled thunder subsided.
The man on the bed closed his eyes again.
The pressure in the room gradually disappeared, Chen Weiyuan slowly exhaled, and his face was gloomy and uncertain.
He walked over slowly, looked at the person on the bed, wanted to get closer to test the other party, and thought about the other party's warning eyes just now, but he didn't move after all.
In my mind, I quickly pondered all kinds of things just now, and what caused the mutation just now.
He thought of a possibility.
It was the essence of the holy wood that Ye Xuanguang had given to this man.
He is also from an ancient family, and he knows many ancient secrets.
When the Demon Lord Divine Phoenix wanted to lead the entire clan to ascend, the blood essence was sprinkled all over the sycamore tree he once inhabited, and now that sycamore tree is preserved in the ancestral land of the Ye Clan and is the sacred tree of the Ye Clan.
The Holy Wood Essence is a holy product for healing, and it contains the blood of the Divine Phoenix. Ordinary people can take it back to life, but if the person who consumes it has the blood of the Ye Clan, it may also be inspired by the blood of the Divine Phoenix.
Therefore, Ye Yunlan would temporarily return to his ancestors, giving him such oppression.
This is the most reasonable explanation that Chen Weiyuan came up with.
But the premise of everything is that Ye Yunlan is a member of the Ye clan, and his bloodline has the potential to return to his ancestors.
This potential is extremely rare.
Possessing the potential of throwing back the ancestors, as long as you can infuse enough blood power, it is possible to truly throw back the ancestors.
And if he returns to his ancestors, Ye Yunlan returns to the Ye clan, and can even compete with Ye Xuanguang for the inheritance position.
Chen Weiyuan remembered the prophecy of the Divine Phoenix coming into the world in Ye Clan's Heavenly Book.
Ye Xuanguang is the man of destiny recognized by the entire Ye clan.
But Ye Yunlan... Is it also possible
"Yunlan..." He stared at the face of the person on the bed and whispered, "You really gave me a big surprise."
He has been thinking about it since the two completely different divination results of the future Dao Companions came out.
Xu Qingyue is beautiful and innocent, has no scheming, admires him very much, and has the support of the Xu family's head. She was an excellent candidate for the Chen family's mistress, but Ye Yunlan is just a mortal who has lost his cultivation, even though he has a high level of swordsmanship.
According to his actions, there is no need to think about how to choose.
But he still hesitated.
Perhaps it was because of the entangled dreams these days, filled with nostalgia and unwillingness, or because he looked at this person in the small town teahouse, and was amazed by the person's face at first glance, or perhaps it was the person in front of the Moon Shadow Wall. The attitude of ignoring him rarely aroused his interest.
Chen Weiyuan always scoffed at the word love at first sight.
But at this moment, he had to admit that he was indeed tempted by Ye Yunlan.
And, if his guesses are true.
He might be able to have a phoenix as his wife.
He remembered the scene in the dream.
The man was dressed in black clothes, leaning on his arms like a young bird, and wiping away all the thorns, it was soft and beautiful.
Looking at his black pupils, cold and gentle, taught him to be nostalgic.
But if that pupil can turn into a golden color, withhold the dignity and majesty, and call him "husband" in a low, hoarse voice.
…and perhaps a very wonderful thing.
—On the east side of Tianchi Mountain, a crack in the ground was cracked, revealing a deep pit.
In the deep pit, a raging flame was burning, and there was a crimson light that shot straight into the sky.
"With such a big movement, there must be a strange treasure born here!"
"The vision of this treasure being born is so magnificent, will it be a top-quality spiritual treasure?!"
"More than the best, Tianchi Mountain has tens of thousands of years, and can be buried in the mountain for thousands of years without losing its spirituality. Maybe it is a legendary fairy."
At this moment, the deep pit is surrounded by monks.
Many were whispering and talking.
The Mozong disciples who were in charge of maintaining the order of this session of the Taoist Forum were very busy, "Fellow Daoists, you can't go in." A Mozong disciple blocked in front of several people who wanted to break into the deep pit.
"Why?" Someone asked, "Treasures are originally obtained by those who are destined, do you Mozong disciples want to take advantage of this and monopolize the treasures?"
The surrounding audience also expressed their dissatisfaction.
"I think that's what Mozong came up with. I'm afraid such treasures are rare in the six sects of Taoism."
"I pretend to be the righteous path of the Immortal Sect, but I didn't expect that there are cunning people in it."
"Yeah yeah… "
"That's not the case." The Mozong disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's really too dangerous here, and it is very easy for monks to die when they enter. The reason why I want to prevent everyone from entering is to protect everyone's safety! "
The man walking in front sneered, "In the cultivation world, if you want to get the chance for treasures, which one does not need to fight hard? Which one will be completely safe?"
"Little girl, if you are afraid of danger, go home and eat for a few more years."
The Mozong disciple who stepped forward to dissuade him slightly reddened his eyes.
"Ayao, forget it." A Mozong teenager next to him tugged at his senior sister's robe.
The female disciple of Mozong said stubbornly: "I didn't lie to you! It's really dangerous inside!"
"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way!" The monk in front pushed the Mozong disciple directly.
Mozong's female disciple staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
Those cultivators looked at the crimson-red light of the spiritual treasure in the center of the deep pit, their eyes were full of greed, they took control of the protective spiritual treasure and flew into the deep pit.
Crimson flames covered their figures.
Mozong's female disciple sighed and closed his eyes.
A few shrill screams suddenly came from the deep pit, and the few monks who entered fled out, but their faces, together with the magic tools at hand, were burning.
"Who will save us!"
"This fire is burning... The fire is burning our souls!"
However, these people have not completely escaped from the deep pit, and they have turned into black ashes, floating in the void.
The crowd was silent.
The young Mozong leaned forward and took his senior sister's hand, scolding lowly, "A bunch of idiots who don't listen."
But he saw someone walking past him.
From his angle, he could only see the hem of the opponent's black clothes.
"Hey! Wait a minute, didn't you see what happened to the few people just now?" The Mozong teenager hurriedly stopped the other party, trying to chase after them to stop them. The senior sister suddenly took his hand.
The young man turned back and saw his senior sister shaking her head at him.
The man in Xuanfu stopped.
The voice was low and not loud, but it spread for miles around.
"This place is temporarily taken over by the Royal Family of the Sunshine Day, and no one else is involved, so quickly retreat."
Mo Zongshao opened his eyes wide.
As Mozong, one of the six Taoist sects, they knew the danger of the giant pit. He didn't dare to announce in front of the monks from all over the world that he would take over the place where the treasure was born. Why is this person
"Why?"
Someone asked this question for him, "Everyone has a chance to obtain treasures when they are born, even the Royal Family on the Day of the Sun, there is no reason for it to be exclusive!"
"Why do you say..."
The man in Xuanyi lightly repeated it.
He stood on the edge of the giant pit, turned his back to the crowd, and glanced at the place where the few people just turned to ashes.
Then he raised his hand and made a gesture.
Suddenly a gust of wind swept through.
In the distance there was a fire burning half the sky.
Looking closely, countless flaming beasts came across the sky and surrounded this place.
Every Flaming Lin Beast is quite powerful in the Spirit Transformation Stage.
The Yanlin Beast King is equivalent to transcending tribulation.
And now in the sky, the number of Yan Lin beasts is hundreds or thousands.
The robes of the black-clothed man fluttered in the wind.
He turned around.
A pair of dazzling golden eyes, more scorching than the bright sun in the high sky.
"By virtue of this thing, I have a relationship with the royal family of the day," Xuanyi stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "Being the prince of the day, there is no reason for others to take what he wants."
— When Ye Yunlan woke up, he only felt a splitting headache.
The charred land and huge city in the dream gave him a very unreal illusion, but the desolate sadness he felt was so real.
Ye Yunlan couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.
After a long pause, he regained his senses.
The meridians have pain after burning, and the chest is also aching. But the whistling sound of the fire phoenix in the body has stopped.
The sudden injury just now seems to have stabilized a little.
He stood up, frowned slightly, and looked around.
The entrance is an unfamiliar room.
Incense was burning in the room, and every inch of the decoration was extremely ornate, with dark gold flying phoenix embroidered on the quilt.
Looking to the side, I saw the sea of clouds outside the window.
... How could he be on someone else's flying boat.
Suddenly there was a creak, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in.
"Junior Brother is awake?"
He Lanze walked quickly to the bed with worry on his face.
Ye Yunlan: "I... what happened before."
He Lanze said: "Before the Tianchi Mountain vein changed, the junior brother's injury was triggered. It happened to be helped by the Prince of Lunar day, and the injury was reluctantly stabilized. I have managed to contact the sect master and come here to heal your wounds."
He Lanze didn't see it, and when he mentioned "Prince on the Sun", Ye Yunlan frowned deeply.
In He Lanze's hand, he was holding the freshly brewed elixir, which was mixed with countless precious elixir, exuding a bitter medicinal smell.
He picked up the spoon and blew lightly and said, "It's just that before the Sect Master arrives, Junior Brother must drink the medicine well. Now your body's meridians can be protected by the medicinal properties of the spirit medicine." In the corner of the room, suddenly a message came out. gentle voice.
"Elixir is bitter after all, Yun Lan, why don't you try my Hundred Flowers Condensation Pill. This elixir is made from the nectar of hundreds of spiritual flowers. It is very easy to enter, and it will also help your injury."
Someone came out of the dark.
Chen Weiyuan walked to Ye Yunlan's bedside, and Qing Jun's face had just the right kind of tender concern.
The slender hand stretched out, and in the palm lay a medicinal elixir with a sweet aroma.
He Lanze was taken aback: "Chen Weiyuan? Didn't you just leave?"
"After I left, I was concerned about Yunlan's situation, so I turned back." Chen Weiyuan glanced at Helanze with a smile, "Isn't it the same for fellow Daoist Helan?"
"Junior brother, this person has bad intentions towards you, don't take his medicine pill." He Lanze frowned, "Come on, junior brother, your injury is important, drink the medicine first."
The sweet-smelling medicinal herb and the medicine spoon filled with the medicinal liquid were handed to him.
Ye Yunlan didn't answer.
He only looked down at the lines on his palm, then raised his eyes and asked lightly.
"Where are my flowers?"
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