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Yun·Qingfengliangyue·Jin·Jiaojiaojunzi·Shu, looked in the direction of Hua Xia, and sent a telepathic message: "Xi'er, you and Feng Sanzhu go back first, it's not safe here."

He signaled to Feng Sanzhu to take his men away with his eyes. After accepting the request, Feng Sanzhu pulled Hua Xia and quietly retreated. He was about to set up the formation and move forward, but was interrupted by a ray of phoenix fire.

Di Xuan clenched her empty hands, her blood-red eyes were stained with resentment. She glanced at Yun Jinshu, who was supposed to be ruthless, and suddenly raised her head and laughed out loud.

The sound hit the cliff and continued to echo.

Suddenly, the sound stopped again.

Di Xuan squatted down, her eyes filled with infinite love, and she slowly reached out her hand to touch Shang Di Wu Tian's head: "My son, you have not forgotten to fulfill your mother's last wish. Now is your chance."

"Kill him, and you and I can be reunited."

Emperor Wutan looked at the woman's face which remained unchanged as it had been six hundred years ago. The scenes of two times and spaces seemed to overlap at this moment. The woman looked at him with reluctance and kindness, her red lips slightly opened.

"My son, avenge your mother."

After more than six hundred years of hatred, the truth was revealed, revealing one's own bloody true heart.

At this moment, the woman who gave birth to him told her that there was no hatred at all, it was just the revenge of one party's obsession, dragging him, the ignored child.

Half-human, half-beast bloodline.

"Mother, why?"

Why use him?

Why not love him?

Di Xuan withdrew her hand, and all the motherly love in her eyes disappeared.

"No reason."

"Yun Shangfeng's hundred years of companionship did not earn him a single word to stay. The one who broke the contract was resolute and ruthless."

Di Xuan raised her head, her eyes sparkling with fire: "Then, all of you should stay..."

Before the last note faded away, the Phoenix True Fire, which was burning everything with Di Xuan as the center, spread out in all directions, landed at Yun Jinshu's feet, and suddenly jumped up a meter high to swallow him.

Once obsession arises in one's heart, no one can escape from the situation of being trapped in one's own cocoon.

"Mother concubine..."

"The underground palace is about to collapse!"

"Form a formation and move upwards!"

A gust of spiritual wind blew up, carrying everyone upwards. Yun Jinshu's figure disappeared in the firelight and appeared in front of Hua Xia. Her wrists were grabbed by two people on the left and right, breaking through the rocks and rushing out of the underground palace.

The flames gushed out, burning half the sky red.

The fire that spreads across the prairie cannot be extinguished.

It came rapidly, and suddenly the dome was covered with dense clouds, blocking the skylight, and the vision around became blurred. Yun Jinshu stood in front of the underground palace and controlled the mysterious power with one hand to cover the sky above the underground palace and control the fire.

There seemed to be the shadow of a dragon swimming above the thick clouds.

"This fire cannot be easily put out unless the Phoenix's own spiritual power is exhausted!"

Yun Jinshu consumed a great deal of his mysterious energy by controlling it in this way.

Hua Xia was pulled to the outermost part by Feng Sanzhu. She simply sat on a stone and squatted on the ground to draw a tic-tac-toe game. A person stood in front of her in the dim light.

Feng Qingmo looked at the chess game on the ground. At this critical moment of life and death, who still had the time to do this? There was something strange about this sickly eldest daughter of the Feng family.

"Why are you here?" Master Feng San frowned slightly when he saw his eldest brother's concubine's daughter.

Feng Qingmo greeted him: "Uncle."

She looked up at the underground palace that was almost engulfed by the flames. Her face was emotionless, but her tone was serious: "I need to go into the underground palace."

"Nonsense, what are you doing in there?!"

Hua Xia clapped her hands and stood up, echoing, "Yes, yes."

Feng Qingmo wanted to answer, but suddenly he remembered the scene in the Forest of Beasts, where the girl was holding a rabbit and the mysterious beasts around her did not dare to approach her. Obviously, she was as weak and without any spiritual energy as the rabbit, but it seemed not to be the case.

"Di Wutian and I have a contract, I want to bring him out."

It was a temporary contract, so it was over, but Feng Qingmo came.

"Can we ask him to open the barrier?" Feng Qingmo met Hua Xia's indifferent gaze. The delicate woman stood lazily, and her eyes seemed to reflect something clearly, which made Feng Qingmo secretly frightened.

Suddenly she remembered the whip that Feng Qingxue had hit her with.

There seemed to be something blocking his throat, and he spoke with difficulty: "You..."

"Know......"

Knowing that Di Wutian had attacked her again and again, she did not want to stop him...

Within the barrier, tongues of fire were surging, and the flames were reflected in everyone's pupils, except for Hua Xia's eyes, which remained clear.

Crystal clear raindrops fell from the sky, staining the fabric of clothes darker, as if it was a timely rain.

"Third Master, it's raining!"

"Can we remove the barrier now?"

Feng Xuan frowned slightly: "How can ordinary rain put out the Phoenix True Fire?"

Yun Jinshu, standing in front of the barrier, raised one hand and spread out his palm. Raindrops fell on his palm. The rain gradually became heavier. His palm felt cool, and special spiritual power was contained in the rain.

Yun Jinshu clasped his palms together, paused, and suddenly turned around. His eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Hua Xia. Some images flashed through his mind quickly. The girl supported her chin, looked at him with amusement, and stuffed a stack of small statues into his arms.

"..."

He flipped his hands and withdrew the barrier.

Everyone was shocked: "Third Lord, him!"

Yun Jinshu held up a jade-bone umbrella and walked in front of Hua Xia, holding it above her head: "I have never liked anyone else. That blood stone is not Di Xuan's. It is made from the blood of the divine beast Suzaku. I took it from Suzaku hundreds of years ago, and it was later stolen by Di Xuan..."

"real......."

People around: "......"

Is now the time to say this?

Without the barrier of the barrier, the flames shot straight up. There was a sudden sizzling sound in the air. The flames quickly went out when they came into contact with the rain. The rain gradually got heavier. When everyone came to their senses, their clothes and hair were soaked and they looked in a mess.

But he didn't care about his image and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The fire gradually died down and seemed to be extinguished.

"Didn't the Third Master say that ordinary rain cannot extinguish the Phoenix Fire?"

Feng Xuan raised his head slightly and saw a huge body swimming in the clouds.

"..."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the Vermillion Bird Stone mentioned by Yun Jinshu. That was the Vermillion Bird, one of the four great divine beasts. Now that the gods no longer exist, how could the divine beast...

The silhouette of the Azure Dragon hidden in the clouds proved that all this was true...

Who does the divine beast come for?

Feng Qingmo's gaze fell on the sickly eldest daughter of the Feng family. Even after entering this plane full of fantasy, Feng Qingmo never doubted that he would still be able to stand at the top in the future and no one would be able to surpass him.

Now looking at Feng Qingxi, this certainty suddenly became uncertain again.

Some things can never be crossed, or even out of reach.

She turned and stepped into the underground palace.

A moment later, Feng Qingmo, with part of his clothes burnt, walked out of the underground palace, holding in his arms a phoenix cub the size of a palm that had returned to its original form and had little spiritual power.

Returning to the original form, the past is gone and forgotten.

mission completed.