After Yin Miaomiao recovered his consciousness, his body could not move for the time being, but his spiritual consciousness revived. When he noticed that Feng Lin was taken over by someone, he immediately spoke to remind him.

But her call was like a mud bull entering the sea without any response. Instead, there was a powerful force to resist her, her breath was hot and dangerous.

She knew something was wrong, and despite her serious injury, she used soul art to press Feng Lin's spiritual platform, hoping to retreat to the invader.

He lived in the state of the soul for tens of thousands of years. Although he was sleeping and warmed most of the time, time was ruthless. After all, it was not the strength of his heyday. He was very good at dealing with Feng Lin, a Wushu who had never tempered his soul, and wanted to deal with it now.

Yin Miaomiao, who is also a top expert in the Fourteen Continents, is not that easy.

The two of them were in a stalemate, giving Feng Lin a chance to breathe.

He wandered in the vast sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, and could hear her voice. Even though he knew that his life was not long, he could not resist the urge to meet for the last time and ran towards where she was.

The journey is long, and there is always an invisible resistance to push him away.

If Feng Lin doesn't investigate for a moment, he will be bounced back to the original place, but he did not give up. In his life, nothing will be accomplished. The last thing is at least to make him fulfill his long-cherished wish.

Please. He begged the nameless god and got up again and ran forward.

After a long time, or maybe just a blink of an eye, Feng Lin finally saw the dawn and fell down. His body suddenly became heavy, and the feeling of lightness and freedom disappeared, replaced by a heavy feeling of burden, accompanied by endless pain.

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Success! He is not dead yet! Feng Lin was overjoyed and used all his strength to stretch his eyelids.

The flames were burning, his body caught fire, his torso and limbs were submerged in the flames, turning into a huge fireball.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he had no time to see. The fiery breath of Lingtaizhong was chasing him, like rolling magma, which could swallow him at any time.

You can't escape. Feng Lin thought sadly that he could not defeat the turmoil, he was too weak, and he couldn't hold on for long. But at the end of his life, he wanted to see her again and say sorry to her--

—He screwed up again.

She looked much better, the flames had spread from her torso to her limbs, her new skin was as smooth as jade, full of elasticity and vitality, and she no longer had the appearance of disintegration when she came.

"Are you okay?" he asked with difficulty.

"Okay." Yin Miaomiao supported her upper body, and the flames wrapped around her legs. Wherever the light and shadow passed, the bones healed and the flesh and blood were condensed, which was more magical than any magic special effect.

She reached out to touch him, but he avoided it: "Fenglin, hold on, I will save you."

The black figure hidden behind the fire shook her head, and she seemed to be able to see the frustrated expression on his face: "I'm going to die, he's very powerful, I can't do it... Just be fine if you're fine, I didn't kill you, right?"

?”

"Yes, you saved me." Yin Miaomiao frowned slightly. Feng Lin's situation was different from hers. Phoenix fire continued to flow into his body, as if there was a task that was even more difficult than reshaping the body.

"That's good, then I'll be relieved." His voice was dull and blurry, as if it was thousands of miles apart. "You don't know, he was really bad. He lied to me and all of us Yu family...

...Many people died..."

Yin Miaomiao felt that he was crying.

"Many people, so many people..." Feng Lin remembered so many generations of the Yu family. Feng Dai, who once killed his only son in order to save his beloved woman, Feng Hao, who died at the hands of the God Concubine, died at his hands.

Feng Ji, his grandmother, father, and sister... are all victims of this huge conspiracy.

Yu was not born to love internal conflict. They were blinded and deceived.

If there were no Fengchao's instigation, perhaps they would not have died.

Just die. The most hateful thing is the so-called burial. I thought it was glory, but who knew it was a sacrifice that was blood-cut and skin-cut, and even the dead were not spared!

Why, why do so many generations of them all become sacrifices to the phoenix? Isn’t their joys and sorrows important? Is their happiness worth mentioning?

Feng Lin used to be proud of his divine blood, but now he hates this bloodline.

"I'm not willing to give up, I want to take revenge."

He is the only insider of the Yu family. He has the blood of the Yu family shed. He wants to avenge his ancestors, his relatives, and those who sacrifice!

"Fenglin, don't do stupid things." Yin Miaomiao raised his hand to grab him, but only touched the furry feathers, which scattered on the ground and ignited a cluster of flames, almost burning her fingers.

"It's only three things, I must succeed this time." Feng Lin suddenly thought of a wonderful idea, which was enough to make Yui suffer an indescribable loss, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

He bit his tongue and recited a spell.

The golden lines flew out of the flames and fell into Yin Miaomiao's palm. She didn't recognize the words on it, but she felt the meaning and changed color: "What are you doing?"

"I can't think of a better way." His pleading tone was very similar to those in the past, but there was a lot of relief and regret than that, "I know I'm stupid... Don't scold me, I'll do my best... so he

I can't hurt you...I want to take revenge..."

The sound suddenly stopped and he lost control of his body again.

"You are crazy!" In anger, Hui was willing to damage his soul and forced himself to break through Yin Miaomiao's suppression. "You actually dare! How dare you!! You bastard!! Do you know what you did?

?!"

Feng Lin never ran away again and bravely faced the burning fire: "You can never hurt her anymore, I succeeded. How many of us have you deserved it!"

"Damn it!" The yong could not sit idly by and watch such a thing happen. Phoenix's pride cannot be humiliated, and even if all the hard work is lost, it will be spared.

He decided to abandon this body and find another way out.

But Fenglin didn't plan to let him go, so he rushed over and hugged him tightly: "Don't you really want my body? I'll give it to you. I'm not afraid anymore. What are you afraid of? Let's die together!"

The bright golden light rose from bottom to top, and the blazing flames lingered around them, surrounding them.

The Phoenix Fire overcomes all obstacles and reaches the spiritual platform. The final nirvana is about to begin.

In the vast fire, Feng Lin heard many strange thoughts.

"Even though I die, the Tao will not be defeated!"

"Don't hurt my son!"

"Sorry to my heart!"

"I'm unwilling to accept it, Phoenix bullies me!"

“…”

"What is this?" He was stunned.

Yun said coldly: "The soul is reincarnated."

People in the world say that phoenixes are immortal birds, and they can be reborn by fire. But there are no flowers that always bloom in the world, so how can the phoenix clan avoid it? The so-called Nirvana does not just refer to reshaping the body.

Or, this is just the beginning.

After the body's engineering is completed, the Phoenix Fire will gather in the heart and begin the most critical reincarnation of the soul.

In the flames, all the concerns are burned, all the resentment is burned, all the love, hate, resentment and hatred are gone, and the soul returns to its original state.

If it weren't for this, how could he dare to gather the divine blood of so many people into one? Naturally, he had long known that all the residual thoughts would disappear in Nirvana, and the newly born phoenix would be contaminated with nothing, and was as clean as a child.

This is the real rebirth.

"Do you think I have been planning for so long to be immortal?" said Yu sadly and resentful, "You don't know what you have done. Our Phoenix Clan refuses to bow to the way of heaven, but you,

…”

He was ashamed to speak those few words and couldn't say them.

"Ignorance!" Yu was extremely angry, "I harmed my entire clan!"

Feng Lin felt guilty for a moment, but he quickly became confident and scolded: "What does the matter of your Phoenix clan have to do with me like a bastard? What does it have to do with me? I will do whatever I want with my body! You deserve it.

, You have plotted against so many of us, it's your turn to be unlucky!"

During the dispute, the consciousness remaining in the divine blood gradually dissipated, and it was their turn.

Hui no longer argued with him, and just wanted to completely eliminate his soul in the last time. As long as the threat of the inner demon oath disappeared, when he grew up, how could he do anything to the Phoenix?!

Kill that woman.

Feng Lin felt his murderous intent and thought, "It's only three things, I can't fail again for the third time." He suppressed his fear and took the initiative to throw it into the flames before the rushing towards him.

The warm light surrounded him, miraculously without any pain, but felt very comfortable, as if he had returned to his mother's belly, comfortable and peaceful.

Soon, Yu was surrounded by flames.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he thought for a while, although there were some twists and turns, it seemed that Nirvana had succeeded, and he felt unwilling to accept that he could not bear what would happen next.

But no matter whether it is resentment, helplessness, or reluctance, it begins to fade. This is the power of reincarnation. No matter what you think or think during your lifetime, it will disappear in the flames.

Everything has been done over the beginning.

The fire engulfed their souls.

Yin Miaomiao didn't know the dispute between Feng Lin and Hui. She wanted to use soul art to save him, but was shocked to find that his spiritual platform had been swallowed by flames and could not enter at all. At the same time, the flames of the burning fireball gradually weakened, and the burning became smaller and smaller, and the burning was burning.

The gray fell down and formed a small grey hill. There were scattered sparks of Mars in it, but it was slowly extinguished.

She spread her palms and golden runes slowly penetrated her skin.

As far as she knows, only the master forced the weak to make a contract with absolute strength, and there was no inevitable success in proactive recognition of the master. But perhaps she was reborn with his blood, and the contract was formed without any obstacles.

Of course, as the recognized party, she can be relieved at any time.

Yin Miaomiao doesn't like spiritual pets, but life should be born free. Therefore, although the little pangolin has always lived in Bailu Peak, she has never thought of subdue it, and only raise it and let it go.

But this was Feng Lin's last plea, which made her feel quite embarrassed.
To be continued...