Feng Feiyun finally took the fifth-grade elixir, the rotten blood of the King of Hell on his body was temporarily suppressed, but the mark of the King of Hell on his chest was still there, his face was morbid, there was no blood at all, and he would cough up blood from time to time.
Like a long-term disease of tuberculosis.
"Little friend, you will stay at the Vientiane Pagoda and rest in peace for the past two years, and don't pay attention to the "Hundred Pagodas List" competition. Remember to fight with others, be more patient, and be less angry, so that you will have two years of life, otherwise ...Hey!" Baiguo Great Alchemist explained incessantly, but in the end he couldn't say a word.
Feng Feiyun's face was calm, but he had already started to run his spiritual energy, and he didn't mean to stop at all. If he lost his blood, it would be better to die.
"Why is my cultivation not advancing and retreating, and it is constantly losing?" Feng Feiyun said.
Baiguo Great Alchemist said: "The rotten blood of the King of Hell is not only corroding your body, but also corroding your cultivation. In the past two years, your cultivation will become lower and lower, until the cultivation is exhausted, it is also life. When the flowers wither."
"Zhang Ba Dao, take your junior brother back to the Martial Tower." The god king closed his eyes, sighed deeply, took a deep look at Feng Feiyun, and then went away sadly.
Feng Feiyun's heart was quite moved, the King of God is definitely a good master, and the sound of the master is not wrong at all.
The rotten poison of the King of Hell in his body, even a peerless genius has become a waste material and lost all value, but the king of God still regards him as his disciple, not only heals him personally, but also wastes a favor, just to let him. He lived two more years.
If it were another person, he would definitely have avoided Feng Feiyun and let him fend for himself, but the King of God did not.
At this time, who can see who is really good to himself? Who is the hypocrite
Human feelings are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold.
"How disappointed he is in his heart!" Feng Feiyun looked at the dejected back of the Divine King, feeling quite emotional in his heart.
Zhang Ba Dao said: "Junior brother, come back to the Wuta with me! The Wuta has me and my master in charge, and no one dares to do anything to you."
Feng Feiyun has offended many people. Now that they are seriously injured and cannot heal, those people no longer have any worries. If there is no protection from the king of God, they will probably be humiliated and killed by others.
Going to Wuta to wait for death in peace is the best choice.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, brother, I still have a lot of things to do. In the last two years, I can't hide in the Martial Tower, or I won't be willing to die. "
Zhang Ba Dao has an erratic personality, is affectionate, and is very straight. After hearing Feng Feiyun's words, not only was he not annoyed, but he applauded with a slap on the thigh, saying: "This is my brother Zhang Ba Dao, even if he wants to die. To die vigorously and be a real man."
Feng Feiyun also laughed, the blood spilled from his mouth, wiped the blood, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, aren't you afraid of the rotten blood of the King of Hell on my body, I heard that if you walk too close to me, you will also encounter misfortune. "
Zhang Ba Dao's face was a little sad, and he said: "I am your only senior brother, so naturally I don't care about this. Even if there is an adversity, I will punch back. But... many people you were close to before, maybe... junior brother, in the future For two years, you should look down on the warmth and warmth of human relationships, otherwise you will find that living in this world is really not a good thing."
Feng Feiyun nodded, only when you are at the lowest point can you see who is the one who truly treats you well.
Feng Feiyun took out the Divine King Token and handed it over to Zhang Ba Dao, asking him to hand it over to the Divine King. This token has now lost its value, and there is no need to put it on him.
The news spread on this day, and it soon spread to the entire Vientiane Tower, then the entire Nantai Mansion, and then the entire Shenjin Dynasty. Everyone knew that Feng Feiyun had been tainted by the rotten blood of the King of Hell and turned into a waste person.
"I thought that after the first Tianjiao of the Shenjin Dynasty had passed the calamity, the divine eagle would be able to soar into the sky, but unexpectedly fell into the clouds."
"Even the Baiguo Great Alchemist can only save his life for two years. It seems that the son of the demon is really useless."
"Living for two more years is nothing but lingering. I heard that his cultivation base is draining, and he will become weaker and weaker until his cultivation base is exhausted and he dies."
"A waste person is simply a waste of the fifth-grade spiritual pill. If you can give me the fifth-grade spiritual pill, I can cultivate to the level of a half-step giant."
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Everyone is talking about Feng Feiyun, some people are sorry, and some people are applauding.
"The son of the demon has done too many bad things, this is retribution!" Several demon girls in the Senluo Temple said the same thing. Once upon a time, the words "son of the demon" made them sleepless at night and sleepless.
The five old eunuchs still did not open the imperial edict and returned directly to the capital. Feng Feiyun had lost its value and was not even qualified to connect to the edict.
It was like a farce. Countless people were laughing at Feng Feiyun behind his back. Sure enough, he was possessed by the god of plague.
The next day, the King of God issued an order and announced to the world: "Although Feng Feiyun has been tainted by the rotten blood of the King of Hell, he is still the descendant of the King of God. If anyone dares to touch him, he is against the King of God and will kill him."
After the God King sent the order, everyone was even more convinced that Feng Feiyun did not have much lifespan, it was impossible to grow up again, and he was completely reduced to a waste.
The King of God slaughtered four giants in one day, killing Wei Hehe, shocking the world.
Anyway, Feng Feiyun is already a mortal person, and he has lost his threat. Those monks of the older generation will naturally not shoot at him again.
Of course, whether the younger generation of monks will make a move is another matter. After all, even the god king can't control the competition of the younger generation. Feng Feiyun has made many enemies in the younger generation, and the road ahead will be extremely difficult.
Feng Feiyun left the Vientiane Tower. Before walking out of the Vientiane Tower, he met Ji Xinnu. Ji Xinnu didn't mention the "Eight Techniques Scroll" at all, but kept Feng Feiyun in the Vientiane Tower. Was politely rejected by Feng Feiyun.
When he was about to leave the Vientiane Pagoda, the scholar Tiansuan came to see him off and checked Feng Feiyun's injury, but this outstanding man who knew everything in the world did not know how to solve the rotten blood of the King of Hell.
"Brother Feng, don't give up, this world is vast and boundless, and there are many miraculous seniors living in seclusion among the barren mountains and swamps. Maybe someone can crack the rotten blood of the King of Hell." Tiansuan scholar comforted.
Feng Feiyun's face was pale and his lips were chapped. He smiled calmly and said, "I will never give up my life. Even if I have only two years to live, I must live a wonderful life."
The scholar said: "In my calculations, Brother Feng and Ziyu are the strongest contenders for the top of the "Hundred Pagodas" list, but I didn't want to be unpredictable, and such a strange change happened, it really made me Unpredictable. What are your plans after Brother Feng leaves the Vientiane Tower?"
Feng Feiyun smiled and said, "I want to get back something that belongs to me."
Feng Feiyun drove a pale-yellow copper chariot, holding a whip in his hand, whipped the Qi Niu on the back, walked on the ancient road full of fallen leaves, and walked away.
The yellow leaves are flying, the twilight is heavy, and this autumn is a little depressing.
The scholar of Tiansuan stood outside the Vientiane Tower, his white clothes were like flying snow, his feather scarf was fluttering in the autumn wind, and he watched the copper chariot disappear into the wilderness. Not clear, where is the way forward?"
Driving all the way to the south, Feng Feiyun was sitting on the front of the car, wearing the most simple commoner and wearing a bamboo hat, covering the cold wind, and did not want people to see his sick face.
His body seemed very fragile, and he would cough up blood from time to time, but he was still humming a little song.
"It's time to return to Feng's house. Before dying, some things must be retrieved, and some people have to be killed."
The copper car went to the outside of a pine forest, and the eyes became wider, and an ancient city appeared in front of him.
I have already left the area of the Vientiane Pagoda and came to Tianhua County. This ancient city is the gateway to the Vientiane Pagoda, and it is also the only place to enter and exit the Vientiane Pagoda.
Feng Feiyun drove into the ancient city. There were many monks in the ancient city. Among them, the students of the Vientiane Tower in white Confucian clothes could be seen. These students hurried past and returned to the Vientiane Tower with a large number of bones.
They are still fighting for the ranking of the "Hundred Pagodas", but Feng Feiyun has completely withdrawn from this battle, and is even about to withdraw from the stage of life.
In this ancient city, Feng Feiyun heard a lot of talk about himself, and also heard a lot of sighs, and felt that Feng Feiyun had completely declined and could never return to the once glorious years.
Son of the Demon is completely useless.
Suddenly, two soldiers of the Shenwu Army in iron armor stopped in front of the copper chariot. They carried war knives and rode on the back of the unicorn. Wind and clouds.
One of the soldiers of the Shenwu Army said coldly and ruthlessly: "Feng Feiyun, come with us!"
He has been reduced to a cripple, and there is no need to respect him anymore.
Feng Feiyun lifted his bucket hat and raised his mouth, "I didn't expect to be recognized like this."
"We have ordered the general to wait for you for two years." Another soldier of the Shenwu Army said rudely.
"General Ling? Ling Donglai?"
Feng Feiyun seemed to be moving, raised his head slightly, and looked towards a tall building made of ice jade next to the ancient street. It's like an immortal statue.
This person is indeed stubborn enough. In order to capture him and bring him to justice, he even waited outside the Vientiane Tower for two years without leaving. It seems that he has really issued a military order, and he will not go back unless Feng Feiyun is captured.
Really a person with a strong sense of principle.
Ling Donglai looked down at Feng Feiyun below, and a flash of killing flashed in his eyes. He had just received the jade flying talisman from the gods, so he didn't need to take Feng Feiyun back to the gods, and just killed him on the spot.
This is a military order, and he has to follow it.
Feng Feiyun naturally felt the killing intent on his body, and suddenly his spiritual sense moved, and he felt a second killing intent rising from the other direction. He turned his head and looked at it. At the end of the opposite side, under the tea house, was sitting with a slim figure. The woman was drinking tea with her back to him.
The autumn wind blew coldly.
The second killing intent came from the woman's body.