Before Feng Feiyun walked into the mountain, he smelled a strong bloody smell, and the cliffs collapsed, and the yin qi continued to seep out of the soil.
There are many corpses on the ground, alien corpses, corpses of corpses, and there is a chaotic and mixed atmosphere in the air.
"The Three Evils of the Yang Realm and the Three Evils of the Yin Realm came here just last night." This thought flashed through Feng Feiyun's mind for the first time, his pace quickened, and he came to Ji Lingao's grave and saw only one The little monk in white was pierced by a war spear and nailed to the head of the tomb, and the solitary tomb was dyed red with blood.
The evil lines on the spear are intertwined, and the evil spirit is very strong. This is a fierce soldier, and it must have killed many monks in the past.
Feng Feiyun's heart was very heavy, he pulled out the bloody war spear, and looked at the little monk in white.
Feng Feiyun squatted down and closed his eyes.
The Ji family sisters were also shocked by the sight in front of them, and they could feel the depression of the atmosphere. Even Ji Xiaonu, who always liked to talk back with Feng Feiyun, became calm.
Mao Wugui stumbled among the dead bodies, stretched his neck, stopped sniffing the blood on the ground, and said, "My darling, at least ten venerables from the yin and yang worlds gave their lives here last night, This little monk is very arrogant!"
Feng Feiyun frowned, rehearsing on the ground with the technique of Xiaoyan, trying to figure out what happened here last night, but someone had deceived the secret, and he could only see some general pictures. Among these pictures, He saw Long Cangyue.
"Why do people from Yin and Yang want to find her?" Feng Feiyun saw in those broken pictures that Maitreya opened a way for Long Cangyue to help her escape.
"It's probably for the eyes of the King of Hell." Mao Turtle sniffed on the ground, smelled some special blood, made it frown, and said the names of some strong men in the yang and yin realms. These people came here last night. .
Feng Feiyun called the wine and meat monk out of the kingdom of heaven. After all, Maitreya was his named disciple, and his own disciple died. How could he, the master, ignore it
"Damn, bastard!" The wine and meat monk was burly, holding the corpse of Maitreya, bare chest and breasts, revealing a tattoo, and scolded with gnashing teeth.
Mao Turtle was a little displeased, "Who are you scolding?"
"I scolded Wang Bagaozi, but I didn't scold you!" The wine and meat monk's heart was also very heavy. The big Maitreya was the only disciple he really accepted, but now he was nailed to death. All pierced.
This is a bloody feud that drives people crazy!
The monk Jiurou was scolding and digging a grave there for the burial of Maitreya, while Feng Feiyun was worried about Long Cangyue and sent the Ji sisters to heaven, and then searched for the clues left by Long Cangyue's escape last night. Followed up.
"There are quite a few people from the yin and yang worlds."
The tortoise sniffs on the ground, its nose is smarter than that of a dog. People stand up and pursue in the grass. They run very fast. From time to time, a mummified corpse can be found on the ground, all of which have been sucked dry by people. He died of spiritual energy, apparently killed by Long Cangyue.
Feng Feiyun and Mao Wugui chased after Shendu, and all the clues were suddenly interrupted. There was an ancient street in front of them. At noon, there were many monks on the street. People are destroyed.
"What do I do now?" Mao Wugui sat on Feng Feiyun's vamp, holding his cheeks in both hands, looking at the trousers that passed by in front of him.
"Follow me." Feng Feiyun grabbed the tortoise's neck, lifted it, and then disappeared into an afterimage at a speed so fast that almost no one could see it.
The next moment, Feng Feiyun's body had already landed in another corner of Shendu, standing outside a huge mansion.
This urban area is full of high-walled courtyards, palaces are piled with jade, and gates are built with purple gold. All princes and generals live. The mansion in front of him looks a bit desolate, with fallen leaves on the ground, the gate is closed, and there is a maid and a servant in front of the gate. The guards are useless.
"Princess Mansion." Mao Wugui's four feet struggled non-stop, and finally struggled out of Feng Feiyun's hands and landed on the ground.
"This is the former residence of Long Cangyue, people take tea to cool off!"
Feng Feiyun waved his hand and broke the guardian formation above the gate of the mansion, then pushed the door and walked in. The tortoise turned into a white spot of light, squeezed in first, and sniffed around in the mansion. Suddenly a drop of fresh blood was found in a lake in Langfang, and the turtle's face was overjoyed, "That's the taste."
Feng Feiyun breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the bloodstains on the ground, and walked towards the inside along the bloodstains on the ground.
In the end, Feng Feiyun found Long Cangyue at the door of a remote cellar in the Princess Mansion. There were long bloodstains on the ground. She was covered in wounds, and her black clothes were soaked with blood, even her hair. Drops of blood are rolling.
She seemed to have crawled to the door of the cellar, leaving a row of bloody handprints on the ground, but in the end she fainted without opening the cellar door.
"A woman with perseverance!" Mao Wugui said.
Feng Feiyun condensed a golden silkworm Buddha Dan, gave it to her, put his hand on her blood-scabbed wrist, and continuously injected the gentle Buddha energy into her body, her body was soon covered with fog. A layer of light Buddha light was applied, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally returned to smooth and white, without even leaving a trace of scars.
But she was hurt so badly that she didn't wake up immediately.
"This is the place where the royal disciples gather. People from the Yin and Yang worlds shouldn't find it here. It's still safe to stay here for the time being."
Feng Feiyun picked up Long Cangyue's delicate body and walked towards a pavilion.
When Long Cangyue woke up, she found that she was already lying on a warm and comfortable bed. She had never felt so comfortable at this moment. She languidly hugged a brocade pillow, and suddenly the jade body froze. Tight, he suddenly opened his eyes, two sharp rays of light burst out from his pupils, turned over and sat up.
She found that the bloody clothes on her body had been replaced, and there was a faint floral fragrance on her body. She was wearing a pure white close-fitting fur coat. .
There is another person in the house, a man!
"Shh!"
She stared at the man's back, took out a spirit sword, flew out like a spirit snake, and said in a cold voice, "Is it the clothes you changed for me?"
Feng Feiyun turned his back to her, sat on a chair carved from red sandalwood, and was tinkering with a pot of spiritual soup on the table. He nodded and said, "Yeah! I also gave you a bath."
"Shh!"
The spirit sword slashed towards the back of Feng Feiyun's head, the sound of the wind was hunting, and the suffocating aura attacked people, but Feng Feiyun easily pinched it with two fingers, the spirit sword trembled violently, but he couldn't struggle with Feng Feiyun's fingers.
"You're so badly injured, you should lie down on the bed to recuperate." Feng Feiyun put away the spirit sword, suppressed it with a ball of golden Buddha energy, placed it on the table, and held a bowl The hot soup went to the window and slowly sat down.
Long Cangyue, who was sitting on the bed, was already petrified the moment Feng Feiyun turned around, her teeth were biting her lips tightly, tears kept falling from her eyes, but she couldn't blink. Blink.
It's no wonder that Long Cangyue didn't recognize Feng Feiyun in the first place. After all, after Feng Feiyun practiced the "Golden Silkworm Sutra", the demonic energy in his body was completely eliminated and replaced by a sacred Buddha energy. , If you look at the back, you can't recognize him at first sight.
"Why are you crying?" Feng Feiyun stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"I didn't cry!" Long Cangyue was very stubborn, biting the snow-white braided shell tightly, and drying her eyes with her sleeves, there were no tears at all, but her eyes were still a little red.
"I didn't cry, I didn't cry. First, drink a sip of Lingcai hodgepodge soup to nourish my body. This is cooked by me, and it is definitely the only one in this family." Feng Feiyun handed the jade bowl over.
"I said I didn't cry, so I don't cry, Feng Feiyun, I warn you, I, Long Cangyue, have never shed tears in my life. If you dare to bring this up again, after my injury is healed, I will definitely kill you thousands of times." Long Cangyue The breath on his body was cold, and he pursed his white lips tightly, taking this matter seriously.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said, "Drink the soup first!"
"Why did you change my clothes and help me take a bath without my permission?"
"Drink the soup first!"
"Why did my mother die? You watched her die in your arms, why didn't you tell her I didn't die?"
"Drink the soup first!"
"Two years ago, I pretended to be dead and hid in the underground dragon vein because of you, but what did I get in return? My mother died, but Long Luofu inherited the throne, Feng Feiyun, don't you want to give me an explanation?"
Feng Feiyun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Drink the soup first!"
Long Cangyue's beautiful eyes were cold as she stared deeply at Feng Feiyun. After a long time, she said, "Hey me!"
Feng Feiyun picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoon, held her in his arms, brought the spoon to her crystal-clear lips, took a mouthful, and said, "I promise your mother that you will be fine. Take care of you, you are my engaged wife, I can't change your clothes, who else has that qualification?"
A soup pot with spirit medicine was placed on the table, the tortoise smelled the smell of the spirit medicine, climbed to the side of the soup pot, stretched its neck to try to get rid of the spirit soup inside, but with a "pop", it fell directly into the soup pot.
Feng Feiyun gently stroked Long Cangyue's long hair, and fed the Ling Soup into her mouth one by one, her little bird curled up in his arms, quietly listening to Feng Fei. The story of the cloud.
Suddenly, a gloomy sneer came from outside the night sky, breaking the silence in the attic.
"Finally found the bloodstain she left behind, and she hid in this mansion."
In the darkness, there were countless sounds of breaking wind, and a huge coercion surrounded the princess mansion. With a blood-killing aura.