roar!
Xiaohuo nodded, Feng Qingyang disappeared, and it could only follow Kong Xuan.
At least, in its opinion, this is the only closest person to it.
Although the two fought in the market, it did not affect their relationship.
…
There was a vast expanse of white fog, and there was a natural pool at the bottom of the cliff, and under the pool was a whirlpool, which was hidden at the bottom of the pool like a torrent.
It is not a fixed type of spring, but can move randomly. Its other place is connected to a paradise with beautiful mountains, clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
There is no noise and bustle like in other places in the Supreme God Realm, but only peace. An old man stands fishing with white hair and a youthful face, children play in the fields and streams, and the sound of reading aloud can be heard from the depths of the canyon.
Feng Qingyang had a dream, a very long dream, and the dream was so real that now that he woke up, he couldn't tell whether he was still in a dream or had returned to reality.
In the dream, he walked out of the Suzaku Divine Kingdom and became a member of the royal family of the Dayu Divine Dynasty. Not only that, he defeated countless geniuses in the competition and qualified to be the son-in-law of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty.
The divine world was in turmoil, with four periods of war. The Fangwai Demon Sect, which was independent of the nine divine dynasties, was ready to counterattack under the leadership of the Demon Emperor. Feng Qingyang in the dream became the backbone of the fight against the Demon Sect.
…
Feng Qingyang opened his eyes. It was a small thatched hut. It looked simple, but the things contained in it were extremely exquisite. Even the teacups for drinking water and the bowls and chopsticks for eating were carefully carved from thousand-year-old divine jade.
The miraculous craftsmanship that seemed to be created by nature was the pinnacle of perfection. Feng Qingyang secretly wondered what kind of meticulous person could carve out such a masterpiece.
"Are you awake?" A kind voice came to my ears. A little child stood beside me, holding an exquisite porcelain bowl in his hand. The bowl was filled with clear water that exuded a rich and subtle fragrance.
Smelling the fragrance, Feng Qingyang's throat suddenly moved, and he had the urge to drink a big gulp of water. He took a deep breath, suppressed his confused heart, nodded to the old man, and then stared at the porcelain bowl without blinking. In fact, it was the clear water in it.
"Drink first, then talk."
The old man seemed particularly kind, and Feng Qingyang was not polite. He took the bowl and drank from it in big gulps. When he had drank the last drop, he put down the bowl with a feeling of being unsatisfied.
"Thank you!" He wanted to get out of bed, but as soon as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his body, as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. The pain was so piercing that he almost went crazy.
However, at the moment when the pain just appeared, a suppressing force appeared in the body. It seemed that all this came from the bowl of water that he drank before.
The old man in front of him looked like an old man in the fields, wearing coarse linen clothes, but there was an aura about him that even Feng Qingyang could not see clearly.
Even if he was standing next to him, even if he was just an ordinary person, Feng Qingyang knew that even so, he was an extraordinary mortal among mortals.
"Don't stand up yet. Your injuries haven't completely healed yet, and the poison in your body will probably take another half a year to be completely cleared.
You are so lucky, boy. If you hadn't met me, you would have really died." The old man laughed.
Feng Qingyang thanked him and then fell into a deep sleep. The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have entered that strange dream again. In the dream, he was in full swing, leading hundreds of thousands of troops to dominate the world and sweep away the demons.
"Grandpa, is he awake?"
Not long after Feng Qingyang fell asleep, another person came into the thatched hut. She was wearing red clothes and had no makeup on. She looked heroic, had fair skin, and a delicate face. She was definitely a beauty.
The old man turned around and looked at the girl beside him. A kind look flashed across his face and he said, "He is awake, but it is unknown whether his cultivation can be restored. Everything depends on his luck."
“Didn’t you go hunting with your brother today? Why did you come back so soon?” Finally, the old man chuckled again and looked at the girl beside him meaningfully.
How could the girl bear such a look? Her whole face almost turned red to her neck. "Hate it, Grandpa is making fun of me again."
As he spoke, he walked around the old man and came to the bed. Looking at Feng Qingyang who was in a dream, with his clear-cut face that looked like a divine sculpture, he sighed and said, "If his cultivation cannot be restored, will he become a useless person from now on?"
"That's not the case. This is just a possibility. His realm is still there, but under the erosion of the poison, it has become a strange closed state. I can only remove the poison from his body, but whether he can recover his cultivation depends on him. Maybe he will recover with an epiphany, or he may become a mortal from now on."
After listening to the old man's words, the girl's face changed and she said, "There is a three-color snow lotus on the snowy mountain. Will he get better if he eats it?"
The old man's face changed, and he looked deeply at the girl: "Don't do anything stupid. If grandpa knows, I will have to lock you up. Taking things is a lifelong crime. Even if you go with your elder brother, accidents will happen. And I also said that he can only rely on himself for his cultivation. Do you understand?"
A hint of disappointment flashed across the girl's face, but it was fleeting. Then she said she understood and skipped out.
The old man watched her leave with a smile on his face. When he turned to look at Feng Qingyang, his smiling face instantly turned solemn.
"The rumors are true. The descendant of the Immortal Ancestor has finally appeared. However, you may have deviated from the prophecy. If you cannot recover your cultivation in this lifetime, then the God Realm will still be the God Realm, and the Dao Ancestor will still be the Dao Ancestor."
After saying this, he sighed deeply and walked out of the hut.
With picturesque scenery, singing birds and fragrant flowers, this paradise is located in a huge valley with crisscrossing paths and countless children and middle-aged people everywhere. After he appeared, those people like the villagers all showed respect, and there was heartfelt admiration in their eyes.
If Feng Qingyang woke up now and saw these people, his eyes would probably pop out. The children playing in the fields had the strength of a late or even peak ancient god in their every move.
As for those middle-aged men, each of them is a god, full of energy and spirit, and obviously very powerful. If such a force appeared in the outside world, it would probably be able to sweep across any kingdom of God.
Shocked, shocked, simply unbelievable.
In this hidden world, there actually exists such an unimaginable group of people, and they are a group of rough people!
"Chu Lie, where is your sister?" After the old man went out, he looked at the leader of dozens of young people gathered not far from the thatched hut and asked.
"She? She was just here!"