A peerless figure who was once astonishingly talented and remade the world,

Now there are only monuments and statues left that the world admires.

The hatred that was once torn apart by different races is deeply engraved in the blood of each generation.

Today, the fear is still passed down from generation to generation, and the memory is still fresh and unforgettable.

Not long ago, the opportunity to kill the daughter of this life's enemy was right in front of Feng Lan, within reach.

Not long ago, I killed the dog man and woman who killed my grandson friend, leaving their bodies without any hesitation.

Killing the scum of the human race that harms its own kind seems to be an act of justice for heaven.

Facing the same kind-hearted fellow human beings, they fully comply with the accusations and demands, as if they are acting guilty.

Why is the human heart so elusive?

How can it be so difficult to be a human being?

Is there really no unified criterion for judgment?

Feng Lan recalled the only remaining memory of the Feng family's ancestors in Raging Flame City, and gradually felt heartache and confusion.

Only by devoting yourself wholeheartedly to enlightenment and practice can you leave all worries behind.

On the third day, the human monks rushed to the edge of the invisible snow flat and set up camp.

Feng Lan naturally became vigilant.

He is not afraid of other people's attacks, but is worried about his fellow disciples.

In the panic until dusk, the two places were fighting to the death.

Fenglan stood in the wind and snow, watching intently the rays of light crisscrossing the sky twenty miles away.

Vulpix and Nanao stood on both sides, their expressions were extremely solemn and slightly frosty.

As soon as it got dark, strange whistles suddenly appeared around the camp.

The Seven-Star Immortal Sword is unsheathed and glowing with green light.

The wind and waves are floating in the sky, free and easy, like a swimming dragon, blending into the green light.

The seven star points on the Seven-Star Immortal Sword light up red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple stars in sequence, as if they are borrowing the power of the stars in the sky.

The wind and snow rolling up all over the sky are like waves that are constantly gathering momentum in the depths of the sea and are about to rise into the sky.

The magic weapon light that lit up in the surrounding area was all involved.

Snow is like an arrow.

The wind is like a knife.

Indestructible.

Fenglan's sword fell to the ground, the fairy sword was sheathed, and the afterglow lingered for a long time.

A moment later, there was the sound of eight corpses falling to the ground.

Feng Lan chopped off eight heads with an order ax and placed them in a row about ten feet away in front of the camp.

"I want to thank them for letting me always know that I am improving on my path."

Feng Lan said to Liuwei and Nanwei.

"Here, the power of this sword seems to be greatly increased."

The six-tailed path is profound and the knowledge is extraordinary.

With magic weapons of the same level, Feng Lan is no match at all.

Ever since Feng Lan carried the ancient sword of immortality on his back, Vulpix had completely given up on other thoughts.

"The Seven Star Sword, also known as the Long Yuan Seven Star Sword, could it be that it really has some connection with the Tianlong in the Xuanjing Mountains?" Feng Lan responded.

Only he himself knows the real reason.

Here, the colorful crystal stone hidden in the left arm will absorb a certain energy and form an overflow.

The Seven-Star Sword has long been infiltrated by colorful crystals and connected with the same energy. The Seven-Star Sword can easily control the powerful energy flowing out.

Once a spell is cast with the Seven Star Sword, the power is doubled.

Feng Lan can clearly feel the threat of majestic power breaking through the boundaries at any time and beyond his control.

Therefore, it is necessary to fight quickly and stop when enough is enough.

If someone treats Fenglan as an elementary level of divine artistic conception, he will definitely be in trouble.

At this moment, a group of more than fifty people came over with heavy steps, holding torches.

The first two people were Jing Yang and Hu Feng.

They did not even glance at the body or head, but they worshiped together and said, "Please forgive me, leader, for our recklessness."

Feng Lan said calmly: "Senior fellow Taoists, you have serious words to say. How can Feng be so virtuous and able to bear such great etiquette?"

"We are ignorant and arrogant, and offend the leader of the alliance." Hu Feng said loudly, "Please forgive me and other rude people, leader of the alliance, and lead us again."

Feng Lan had very good eyesight and saw two "acquaintances" standing in the crowd, making faces at him constantly.

Maybe they were the ones who instigated it.

"Sigh." Feng Lan sighed, "If we are strangers, we will have to deal with justice in the future and not hurt feelings. On the contrary, it will inevitably make people sad."

Feng Lan said sadly: "Everyone, please think carefully. Of course, the land here is not my personal space, nor is it the enclave of Zhangtian Sect. Everyone can camp freely."

"Thank you, leader, for your magnanimity."

Everyone said in unison.

"Alliance leader, the disciples of the Demon Cult are fighting with the Xiong Family of Zhongzhou." Someone said loudly.

"This matter is not my responsibility." Feng Lan refused, "Everyone pack up the camp as soon as possible and rest early."

Fenglan looked at Jia Yucong and Long Wumian.

The two understood and followed into the camp.

"It's so beautiful." Long Wumian glanced at Six-Tails and Seven-Tails, "Can you bear this?"

"Have you ever met a man named Cha Gaoxing?"

Fenglan asked straight to the point.

For this kind of boring witticism, just filter it.

"Hey, another descendant of the Archmage?"

Long Wumian said carelessly.

Jia Yucong smiled without saying a word and shook his head.

"You must have been fooled." Long Wumian counted on his fingers and said, "Rouge Palace, Tianlong, mage's talisman, and so on."

Feng Lan nodded and admitted.

"Be careful of the Zha family lineage." Jia Yucong said lightly, "The foundation of the Zha family lineage is in the Black Palace in the Quicksand Realm."

"Quicksand Realm?" Feng Lan asked in shock.

"This is definitely not bad." Jia Yucong said, "But whether it is directly related to the Demon Cult is unknown."

"I think that my senior brother and his companions' hurried trip north must have something to do with him.

Then, it can be determined that he is already a member of the Demonic Cult."

Feng Lan quickly figured out some key paths.

That fake spiritual vein must have been planned in advance.

So, what is it that Zha Xing is plotting?

"The situation this time is a bit complicated.

The two great forces of good and evil are coming together,

Forces of both good and evil are coming,

So far, no powerful person from the Golden Core Realm from all sides has appeared."

Jia Yucong smiled and asked: "What does this mean?"

Feng Lan said: "The real target is not here."

Long Wumian pursed his lips and said, "Heroes see the same thing."

Jia and Long talked endlessly about what happened along the way.

Six-tails and seven-tails, back to back, fell into a deep sleep.

At the end of the hour, Liuwei and Nanwei stood up at the same time, glanced at Fenglan, and immediately looked outside the camp.

Feng Lan was the first to walk out of the camp.
To be continued...