Seeing the Tianfeng Sect's entire army annihilated with their own eyes, Ning Huan and Qian Huai were so angry that they kept vomiting blood. Their hatred swallowed up everything, making them gnash their teeth and tremble with hatred.

The two of them stared at Fengyi, as if they wanted to carve her image into their souls.

"Hahaha……"

Fengyi's gorgeous red clothes were stained with blood, and she danced wildly in the pool of blood. With a wave of her hand, the entire Weiming suddenly turned into daylight, and snowflakes floated down gently.

"This place is really suitable for burying people."

"Look, the expressions on the two of you now are really interesting. It makes me fascinated. You should be like this. Pain and despair are the root causes."

Fengyi laughed for a while, her voice gradually became quieter, and she looked at the two people who looked at her with hatred and fear.

"It doesn't matter, you two won't die yet."

She threw the two of them in the wind and snow and fed them the elixir. The two of them felt hungry and almost went crazy with hunger.

Fengyi didn't care about them anymore. When she came to see her, Ning Huan had already turned into a fat ball, with excrement all over her body and rotten food in her mouth.

There was a sharp stone stuck in his chest, and he had been dead for a long time.

Qian Huai next to him was still breathing, but one of his legs had turned into a bone.

Hearing the footsteps, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yi sinisterly, his voice hoarse, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Chu Xuan."

Fengyi looked down at him and knelt down gently: "You killed Ning Hanhan."

Looking at Qian Huai's eyes filled with pain, Feng Yi felt happy in her heart: "After killing Ning Hanhan again, I regained my memory. How does it feel?"

"Thousands of pregnant gods look forward to the next life."

Qianhuai's dark eyes revealed a cruel light: "Chu Xuan, we will not let you go. Don't forget that Xuanjun did not follow us in reincarnation. When he knows all this, you will die without a burial."

At the time of the Earth, there are also Xie San, Zhang Yuan, and Yun Miao, they will not let you go."

Fengyi burst out laughing.

"Thank you, he will be with you soon."

After Fengyi sent him on his way, he went to Hehuan Sect again, looked at Yun Miao condescendingly, and left lightly.

Yun Miao felt something in her heart. She raised her head numbly and looked in the direction where Feng Yi left. Tears fell heavily.

He can't die, but he can't cultivate either.

Fengyi gave him a beautiful appearance, and also put a desire poison in his body, making him unable to leave the boundless sea of ​​desire for the rest of his life, being turned into a plaything and abandoned by others.

What he faced was the ridicule and shame of the world.

"Ancestor..."

Yun Miao lowered his head and called out softly, enduring the bitterness and staggering forward.

He thought that he needed to figure out all the mysteries about himself.

At this time, Fengyi came to the foot of a cliff and looked coldly at the unconscious young man below.

A scorching red dress seemed to burn everything in the world, making people's eyes hurt, but behind her, the morning sun was always shining brightly.

The last thing Zhang Yuan saw when he was unconscious was this scene, like a drop of bright blood falling into a pond, creating ripples in circles.

When he woke up, he found that he had already left the cliff, and even the wounds on his body were almost healed. He propped himself up with his hands in doubt, raised his head and looked out the window.

After seeing this, I couldn't get back to my senses for a while.

Fengyi was wearing a red dress, her black hair was casually held up by a hairpin, and she was sitting lazily on a tree, plucking the strings of the piano casually with her right hand.

At that time, thousands of clouds were floating on the branches, and the branches were covered with flowers. The autumn wind had not yet set, like morning glow, and rolled up the decadent love flowers on the treetops, and fell on Fengyi's body, becoming a little more charming.

This love flower was supposed to be the most gorgeous thing in the world, but under her clear eyebrows, she suddenly lost some of her gorgeous color. The bustling hilltop became quiet, and Zhang Yuan's breathing became lighter.

In this silence, a voice sounded next to Zhang Yuan's ears.

"woke up."

When he came back to his senses, he saw Feng Yi already in front of him, staring straight at him.

"We have met and are destined to become my disciples?"

Zhang Yuan had clean and simple eyes. When Feng Yi said this, his dark pupils trembled, like a wounded animal.

He had never thought that with such a humble status, he would be cared for by an immortal. He was happy and surprised, and inevitably felt a little uneasy.

After all, he is a lowly half-demon.

"But you don't want to?"

Fengyi turned around and left with a trace of disappointment on her brows.

Zhang Yuan panicked and knelt on the ground with a bang. His body was trembling slightly. He timidly grabbed the corner of Fengyi's skirt and hurriedly explained: "No, it's not that I don't want to, the apprentice pays homage to the master."

Fengyi chuckled lightly, stretched out her hand and rubbed his head.

This small world is a purple planet. The world of cultivating immortals is divided into four major realms, the Celestial Realm, the Return of Ten Thousand Rivers to the Sea, the Land of the Netherworld, and Luoxia Island.

Now she is located in the Xianju Pavilion on Luoxia Island. Not long ago, she saved the Xianju Pavilion from the disaster of annihilation, and was honored by the Xianju Pavilion as the Elder Protector of the Sect.

Xianju Pavilion can be regarded as a second-class sect on Luoxia Island, with average strength. Due to the appearance of Fengyi, it annexed its enemies, its strength has reached a higher level, and the sect's foundation has become deeper and deeper.

Zhang Yuan's appearance caused dissatisfaction among many people. After all, both disciples and other elders were eyeing the position of Fengyi's true disciple.

"I don't know what's good about this brat, but he actually asked the elder to accept him as a true disciple."

"You are not worthy of being the disciple of Elder Hu Zong. You should know better and get out of Xianju Pavilion." Someone blocked Zhang Yuan's path and said with a look of disgust on his face: "There is no one here who has not experienced countless hardships."

You entered the inner sect only after passing the sect's examination. Your talent is not as good as ours, so why should you become a true disciple?"

Everyone's eyes were angry and unwilling.

They practice day and night, but in the end they are no better than a novice.

That was a true disciple, one that could be counted on ten fingers in the sect.

If they were defeated at the hands of those rich and well-known geniuses, or at the hands of senior sisters and senior brothers, they would be willing to lose without saying a word, but this loser who came out halfway had directly snatched the position coveted by countless people.

Zhang Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing, clenched his hands so tightly in his sleeves that they turned white, and stared at this group of people coldly.

The dark eyes were as thick as heavy ink, astonishingly cold, and without any emotion, like a beast lurking in the darkness, which could pounce out at any time and bite people to pieces.

The person who spoke was frightened by his eyes and couldn't help but take a step back. He felt that he was too weak and was frightened by a loser.

"What are you looking at? What I said is the truth..."

A fierce look flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and he raised his fist and struck them. He could tolerate them insulting him, but he could never involve his master.

Fengyi came late after seeing enough of the show.

He looked at the elders in the hall, and then at Zhang Yuan who was covered in injuries, standing on the high platform without saying a word.

The sect leader was so anxious that he was sweating. He carefully observed Fengyi's face, for fear of making her unhappy in the slightest.

In their eyes, Fengyi is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, with a very mysterious origin and powerful strength.

When Zhang Yuan saw Feng Yi, his eyes instantly turned red and he knelt on the ground with his back straight.

But the moment Fengyi's eyes fell on him, she immediately lowered her head in panic, like a child who had done something wrong.

He thought sadly, the master must be very disappointed, right?

The disciple who was bruised and swollen by him glared at him, saluted and said hello to Fengyi, and spoke angrily.
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