Fengyunlu

On this turbulent lake, not only was Yaochi Wonderland in turmoil, but the mysterious ancient cave where Bai Ximo was hiding beside Yaochi was also restless. He suddenly jumped out of the lake, and as soon as he stepped on the shore, he arrived at the day when Yaochi Wonderland was preparing to welcome the return of the Taiyin Sutra. The lake suddenly boiled in front of him, and the scenes changed like a revolving lantern, mixed with countless strange runes that people could not understand.

Bai Ximo was shocked at once. This illusion was much more ferocious than usual. Every picture and rune was like a little monster, trying desperately to devour his Saint-level soul. He quickly used the Cangyun secret method to stabilize his mind, temporarily isolated himself from the outside world, and then quickly studied these strange illusions and runes.

He turned his eyes and saw a half-hidden poem, with eight lines in total, but the middle four lines seemed to have been erased by someone with an invisible pen, so he couldn't see them clearly. Bai Ximo stared wide-eyed, but he could only make out the general idea: "Since ancient times, the cold rivers have been vast, and only heroes dare not venture into them, ..., ..., ..., ..., but if you come, the flowers will turn yellow again, and I will not go there again for the rest of my life."

"But if you come, the flowers will turn yellow again, I will not go back to the past for the rest of my life..." Bai Ximo muttered. There are many stories hidden in this poem. The missing four sentences must be related to certain people or things. It is estimated that someone deliberately concealed them and did not want others to see them.

"It seems that I, Bai Ximo, am not the only one who has been to this place. There must be someone trapped here before me." Bai Ximo muttered to himself. Before he finished speaking, the scene in front of him began to move. He heard the sound first, and then the figure slowly appeared.

"Brother, you are here too." It was Feng Wanlin's voice.

"Brother Feng, we have to work together to solve Xiao Fengzi's problem, but this move doesn't seem good. The Tongtian Talisman suppresses Jiuyou, which may be fatal." The voice of the elder brother of the Lei family sounded, and Bai Ximo was a little confused, but he didn't think much about it. He knew that these illusions were difficult to distinguish between true and false, and even if there were some clues, he didn't have to take them too seriously, so he listened quietly.

"Alas, Chen'er is beyond saving, and there's nothing I can do. If there's a chance to let Jiuyou escape, I will bury him here at all costs." Feng Wanlin sighed.

"Okay, I'll walk with you..." The voice became smaller and smaller, but the picture behind him didn't catch up. Bai Ximo thought in his heart, and from their words, he could tell that this should have happened three years ago. However, he firmly believed that Lei Gong had not arrived at that time.

"It seems that this is just a fictional plot. Well, let's just treat it as an experience. Maybe it can inspire some ideas." Bai Ximo's heart moved, and the picture suddenly became clear, but it showed another scene.

"My child is at the critical moment of life and death now. Whoever dares to go against me, just come at me." Feng Wanlin in the picture was full of vigor and his eyes were cold, as if his opponent had died in front of him a hundred times.

At the same time, a sad voice sounded: "Hey, Mr. Feng, I am reminding you with good intentions. If you don't listen, you will regret it in the future." As the voice sounded, the illusion slowly turned, and a group of people behind the old monk had serious expressions.

Feng Wanlin smiled lightly, with a little bit of mystery on his face. He didn't say anything, but quietly stepped back three steps and stood firmly in the center of the majestic formation. No one expected that he would show a black eight-foot-long spear with a little snow on the frost tassel on the spear head, as if the darkness of the entire night sky was condensed on this spear. The cold air gave people goose bumps.

"Flying Eagle Spear on Snowy Night!" Feng Wanlin's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, as if he had met an old friend who had lost contact for many years.

Back then, Feng Wanlin braved the bloody sea alone and killed the leader of the Demon Sect. After that, this spear never appeared again. At that time, Feng Wanlin made his debut with this Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear, which turned the whole martial arts world upside down. Everyone was defeated by him. At that time, a saying spread in the martial arts world: "A strong wind rises and I fall alone in the sky. I have been covered in yellow sand for seventy years in the snowy night." This Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear is simply Feng Wanlin's signature!

Now, Feng Wanlin suddenly made this move and showed all the treasures in his box. Everyone's heart was in their throat. The meaning was clear: today either you die or I die!

There were so many people at the scene, all of them were top masters, but no one dared to take the first step. Feng Wanlin was too famous, and with this desperate spirit, no one wanted to be the first guy to be killed by him. If it were someone else, no matter how strong they were, how big their sect was, even if they were the leaders of the five major sects, they would not be so scary. But Feng Wanlin was different. This guy dared to kill even the future emperor of man. If Feng Wanlin really took action, these small characters would definitely be killed instantly.

The Demon Sect's leader, You Huang, was an invincible existence, but now everyone was frozen in place. Time seemed to have stopped, and the tense atmosphere in the air was enough to make people feel suffocated.

Bai Ximo stood outside the illusion, his face was also very solemn, because this illusion didn't seem to be completely real, and there seemed to be something hidden about what happened three years ago. However, he thought for a moment, maybe someone pretended to be him back then, anyway, he decided to continue watching.

Suddenly, the scene changed, "Where's Feng Wanlin? Call him out, I'm going to chop him into pulp, today I'm also bringing the Demon Sect's mountain gate!" The Demon-Slaying Formation was broken, and the ground was full of corpses, many of them were from the Feng family, and many of them couldn't be seen clearly. Bai Ximo was shocked, what happened three years ago seemed to be exactly the same as now, could there be some secret back then?

Bai Ximo was just wondering when the sad voice in the illusion sounded again: "In order to protect the people of the world, Master Feng and his wife have gone to the underworld with the Nine Netherworld Emperor. For such a noble cause, why would you say such evil words?"

"Dead?!" a vicious voice said coldly, "I came here with the Demon Sect's mountain gate to wash away the Demon Sect's ten thousand years of shame. And you, an old monk, said he was dead?"

When the news of Feng Wanlin's death came out, Ersheng's daughter swayed and almost fainted. It turned out that after hating for so long, she finally realized that the so-called hatred was actually a kind of love that went deep into her bones. She felt that her heart seemed to have died along with Feng Wanlin.

"Let's go." "Sister?" Youquan asked unwillingly.

"Wait a minute, what is that?" As soon as Youquan finished speaking, the two saints in the clouds suddenly took action and went straight to the Tongtian Talisman on Bai Yu's chest, completely ignoring anyone around them.

With a bang, the two saints were repelled. The old man smiled at the two saints who were retreating. The couple looked at each other and were secretly surprised. This seemingly ordinary old man could actually repel the couple's joint efforts. In this world, who else can do this so easily except the emperor? At this moment, not only the two saints were stunned, but everyone in the field was also stunned. This old man was actually a great emperor-level existence, and he was also an unknown figure. At this moment, the situation on the field became confusing.

Two young men, don't be greedy, this Tongtian Scroll is related to the life and death of the little girl, you can't just take it away. The old man's tone was calm, but his determination was unquestionable.

"But, this Tongtian Talisman was originally a treasure of our Demon Sect and should be returned to us. Why can't we take it away?" Although Yun Zhongyue was frightened by the old man's aura, she felt that if she and her husband joined forces, they could fight even a powerful emperor.

"Well, you are right, but human life is at stake and I, an old man, cannot go back on my word." The old man sighed, looking a little helpless.

“However, it is not easy for you to practice, so take your people and leave quickly. Old Luo will be here soon, so don’t vent your anger on them. I will have to help you then.” The old man advised them earnestly, hoping that they would retreat when they saw the difficulty.

"Retreat!" The people of the Demon Sect dispersed one after another.

"Master, if you want this Tongtian Talisman, just take it." Bai Ximo said lightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

Hearing Bai Ximo say this, everyone laughed in their hearts. Bai Ximo was still the same Bai Ximo. Even the life and death of his own daughter could not compare to the righteousness of the sect in his heart.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, the Cangyun Sword was bloody, a huge head rolled to the side, and the headless body fell to the ground. Bai Ximo killed Xuan Su, one of the nine disciples of the Buddhist sect who was about to take the Tongtian Talisman, with a sword.

This scene stunned everyone. The people from the three major sects were glaring and gritting their teeth. Fairy Ji Yao also stopped, and the hatred on her face eased a little. Lei Gong was not surprised to see Bai Ximo do this. He just sighed silently, walked to Bai Ximo, put away Feng Wanlin's Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear, and put his hands in his sleeves.

Bai Ximo looked back at Fairy Ji Yao, then turned around and said calmly, "I, Bai Ximo, have compromised for most of my life in pursuit of the great Dao, but whoever dares to harm the lives of these two children, whether it's you cowards or the old man himself, will have to taste the power of my three-foot green sword."

"Hahaha, this desert hasn't been this lively for hundreds of years, right?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted the stalemate, and everyone was startled. Those present were all top masters in the world, but before the voice sounded, no one noticed when the owner of the voice arrived.

A skinny old man, with a hunched figure, was wearing a long gown with a hint of grey in black. It looked like the gown was originally grey, but because it had not been washed for a long time, it had become dirty and black. An old hairpin was casually pinned to his bun on top of his head, his smiling eyes darted around, and he had a sparse goatee with white and yellow spots. He walked into the arena leisurely, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and a jade token in his right hand. He glanced at the unconscious Fengchen and Baiyu, then looked around with a smile, and finally fixed his eyes on the Buddha who was the leader of the upper mountain gate.

"Excuse me, senior, who are you?" When the Buddha saw the old man looking at him, he quickly put his hands together and bowed deeply.

"Little monk, I've watched for a long time, and you are the one I admire the most." The old man said with a smile.

"I am ignorant and do not understand what you are saying, senior. I hope you will tell me." The Buddha replied respectfully.

"You dare to kill Bai Qianyi's granddaughter. This is understandable, but this little girl is more than just an elder to the old man. Don't forget, she is also the daughter-in-law of the Feng family." The old man's words made everyone present nervous.

"Who are you, senior?" the Buddha asked again.

"Pah!" Without saying anything more, the old man threw the jade token in his right hand to the Buddha. The Buddha took it and saw Feng Wanlin's name and birth date on it. He was a little confused. But when he turned it over to the other side, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Senior, why are you here?" asked the Buddha.

"Oh, the sky is full of devilish light, and it's impossible to hide. But old man Luo is too busy to deal with it, so I, an old man, have no choice but to run here in a hurry. As a result, no matter how hard I tried, I was still a step late. Alas, I can only collect the body of this little Fengzi. But fortunately, Wanli has a glimmer of hope, and his only hope is still there, so it's not a wasted trip." Although the old man's tone was light, his position was very clear. He stood on Bai Ximo's side.

"Don't be afraid, let's attack together. Although this old man is powerful, two fists can't beat four hands. Once he uses up his last bit of strength, he will be defeated by us." Someone in the crowd instigated.

"Come on, I didn't come here to kill people. Besides, Old Luo is coming soon, and the old guy from your Yin family is almost here too." As soon as the old man said this, everyone couldn't help but hesitate. The old Luo mentioned by the old man was a household name for everyone present. That was the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen, a name that gave all the sects a headache. There was no way around it. This emperor was arrogant, and ordinary masters looked down on the younger generation, but this old man Luo was an exception. He was a loner, fearless, and who dared to mess with him?

"The old guy from the Yin family?" someone in the crowd asked puzzledly.

"Don't you know Yin Wuji of the Yin family?" The old man smiled contemptuously, as if he found these people's ignorance funny.

Yin Wuji, this name was known to many people present. He was the supreme elder of the Yin family, with unfathomable strength. It was said that he had not cared about worldly affairs for many years and concentrated on cultivation. If even he came, the situation of this fight would become more complicated.

"Hmph, even if Yin Wuji comes, we are not afraid!" someone shouted unconvinced.

"Really?" The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at everyone. "You all think you are invincible, but when you really meet a strong enemy, you can only hide behind and shout. Today, I, an old man, will show you what a real strong man is."

Just as he finished speaking, the old man flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the shouting man. He slapped him lightly with his palm, and the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground, unable to move.

At this moment, the whole place fell silent, and everyone was shocked by the old man's strength. They began to realize that today's fight might be much more dangerous than they imagined.

The old man looked around, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through everyone's mind. "You youngsters, you should go back and practice well, and don't embarrass yourself here."

After saying that, the old man turned and walked towards Bai Ximo, patting him on the shoulder, "Bai Ximo, you did a good job, but remember, a truly strong person does not prove himself by killing."

Bai Ximo was slightly stunned, then nodded, he understood the deep meaning of the old man's words. The old man turned to Fengchen and Baiyu, a trace of kindness flashed in his eyes, "I will take these two children to a safe place, you don't have to worry."

The old man's words made everyone present feel relieved. At least, the fight was temporarily eased. The old man's identity also became the focus of everyone's discussion. They were all wondering where this mysterious old man came from and why he appeared here.