Nine-Tailed Fox Feeding Manual

Lu Feici, who was in the vortex of the storm, raised his right hand and drew a pentagram.

The spiritual power started to work again, this time what he wanted to enter was not Nangongyi's memory, but his heart.

With his current cultivation base, it is just a dream to forcibly purify a ghost of the ghost king level.

So he can only start from the root of the matter, enter the inner world of the other party, and help him release the obsession in his heart, thereby awakening his mind.

The overwhelming Yin Qi continued to erode Lu Feici's physical strength and will, and the pain like a knife kept coming. He accelerated his movements, wanting to fight quickly.

But at this moment, an accident happened——

The spiritual power in his body is exhausted!

Damn it!In such a critical moment...

Lu Feici cursed secretly in his heart, he hadn't experienced such a thing for so long that he almost forgot that his spiritual power would also be exhausted.

Without the spiritual body protection, Yin Qi rushed towards him even more unscrupulously.

"Well--"

Lu Feici swallowed a painful moan, his face turned green and pale for a while.

Waves of Yin Qi struck, like deadly poisonous snakes, greedily sucking the vitality from his body.

His mind became more and more dizzy, and it was too dangerous to continue to stay in the cloudy storm like this.

However, Lu Feici looked up at his friend who was trapped in the formation, instead of evacuating, he activated the treasure on his left wrist.

I wanted to use the power of the spirit-gathering beads to absorb more spiritual energy, but unexpectedly the amber beads just lit up, and the surrounding Yin Qi seemed to be offended suddenly, and rushed him out!

The golden aura and the gray yin energy collided irresistibly, as if the two powerful auras were restraining each other, preventing each other from appearing in their territory.

Lu Feici was forced to step back step by step, but got farther and farther away from Nangongyi.

With a cruel heart, he yanked off the amber bead and threw it far away!

Then, dragging his devastated body alone, he walked towards the center of the storm again.

At this moment, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his palms were gray and white, and his whole body was burning with Yin Qi.

The resentment made him unconscious, and his skin felt like it was on fire, but he didn't stop.

He looked at his old friend not far away, recalling in his mind what he saw in the illusion just now.

He knew that it was not Nangongyi's fault that things had developed to this point.No one can change the joint decision made by the psychic agency and the four major families.

So who should be responsible for the innocent people who died on Yanhuipo 300 years ago?

Is it the Prophet Luo who predicted all this?

Is it a psychic agency to prevent chaos in the world?

Is it the origin of this series of events—the self who is judged to be "carrying the root of the devil and will surely fall into the devil"?

"Brother Yi..." Lu Feici called out to his friend softly, his eyes turned red from the sting of Yin Qi.

However, the spiritual energy was exhausted and Yin energy invaded, making his mind and legs heavy like lead.

As he got closer to the goal, Lu Feici felt that his body became uncontrollable.

The body of flesh and blood has reached its limit under such a powerful Yin Qi invasion.

Consciousness gradually drifted away, and the next moment, the world spun in front of my eyes.

He finally exhausted his energy and collapsed only one step away from Nangongyi.

The scene in front of him was blurry, and Lu Feici's eyes were about to close...

At this moment, he saw a little golden light in the cloudy storm that filled the sky.

Lu Feici thought in a daze, where is the light coming from?

The next moment, a ten thousand zhang golden light suddenly rose from the ground, gently holding him back.

The spiritual energy poured into his body continuously, and Lu Feici suddenly opened his eyes wide!

This familiar feeling is... the formation of one heart and one spirit?

His lips quivered, and he could hardly believe what he saw.

This is the formation that he often asked his master to open when he was young, and it is also the formation that he used to open the Eight Treasure Box.

The large formation absorbs the aura of those who set up the formation and provides it to other people in the formation to use. Only when they are concentric with each other can they share their spirits.

Who opened the formation! ?

Lu Feici forcefully opened his eyelids and looked around.

However, there was no one else around, only two storms, one ash and one gold, were contending with each other.

Spiritual Qi filled his body and sent him to Nangongyi again...

Lu Feici was taken aback. In this large formation with one heart and one soul, he instinctively felt the intentions of the people who set up the formation.

He looked at Nangong Yi with blank eyes, barely settled down, and started to gather Qi again.

Lingbo issued from his hand, and after a dizzying resonance, he came into chaos.

The sky and the earth are barren, without sun or moon, silent and lonely.

The sky is gloomy, the earth is pitch black, and there is no life in the places it passes.

This is Nangongyi's state of mind?

Lu Feici looked at everything around him in disbelief.

"Brother Yi-"

The voice echoed faintly in the chaos.

He called his friend's name, and walked towards the only twilight light in the world.

When I arrived, I realized that it was a withered osmanthus tree.

Sitting under the tree was a handsome man in Tsing Yi with his eyes closed.

The ground around the tree is covered with black thorns, making it impossible for others to approach.

The master of the state of mind imprisoned himself here, gave up his sober self, gave up facing the pain of the world, and finally fell into a ghost, sinking into the world.

"Brother Yi!" He called again to the people under the tree.

This familiar address finally made the man in Tsing Yi respond.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the person coming.

Although it was an unfamiliar face, it made him feel a sense of familiarity.

"Who are you? Why did you enter here?" Nangong Yi asked.

After speaking, she shook her head again, and stopped looking at him: "Forget it, no matter who it is, go back."

Lu Fei said: "I won't go back, the golden autumn has come, I'll pick a cinnamon branch."

After hearing this, Nan Gongyi's body froze suddenly, and he raised his head to look at the person coming.

Memories rushed over, and the young man in white who was deeply buried in his heart stood in front of him, looked at the newly planted osmanthus saplings and said with a light smile, "Brother Yi wants to raise them well, and when the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom in the golden autumn, I want to pick a cinnamon branch."

Nangongyi's calm eyes finally showed fluctuations, and he asked, "Who are you?"

"I left my master at the age of 16 and started wandering alone. I first met you at the foot of Muyuan Mountain..."

As Lu Feici spoke, he approached him step by step.

Instead of stopping him, the surrounding black thorns shrank back, as if they didn't want to hurt him.

"When I was 17 years old, I was on a mission alone. When I was in trouble, you brought someone to help me."

"When I was 19 years old, you invited me to Nangong's house as a guest, planted a row of osmanthus trees in the backyard, and said that I could bring them to make wine at any time..."

Lu Fei resigned to him and looked up at him: "Brother Yi, I'll take you out of here."

Nangong Yi kept stepping back: "Impossible... Liu Lang is already dead! He died at the hands of the Demon King, Yan Huipo who died 300 years ago!" At this point, his expression became painful again.

"I'm not dead, I'm here." Lu Feici said with soft eyes, "So I can come here, and I can also enter your memory illusion. I'm here to find you, and I'll save you."

Nangong Yi was dazed for a while, but asked, "So... you know everything?"

"Are you referring to the prophecy?" Lu Feici nodded, "Yes, I understand."

After hearing this, Nangongyi's expression changed, and he turned around in a hurry to escape, but was stopped by Lu Feici again.

"You don't have to avoid me, brother Yi, it's not your fault."

Nangong Yi froze for an instant.

Lu Feici walked behind him, and said softly, "300 years of punishment is enough, Brother Yi, let it go."

Nangong Yi turned his head stiffly and asked, "You don't blame me?"

Lu Feici smiled lightly and nodded: "Yes, I don't blame you."

Suddenly a gust of warm wind blew through the chaos, blowing over the osmanthus tree, and let out a sigh of relief.

After 300 years of depression and withering, what is waiting is just this sentence.

Suddenly a beam of golden light was cast in the dark sky.

Shining on the withered osmanthus tree, the osmanthus branches sprouted slowly.

As the light beam continued to expand, the sky gradually cleared.

The warm wind blew up the dust, Lu Feici squinted his eyes, and when he looked up again, Nangong Yizheng looked at him gently, showing a smile he hadn't seen for 300 years.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the years were quiet in a trance, so the dream was as old as before.

The sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed again, and the small yellow petals fell on Lu Feici's shoulders.

"It's really you..." Nangong Yi raised his hand and helped him wipe away the falling flowers, "Why have you lived until now and become like this again?"

"I don't know this myself, but I guess it has something to do with the punishment from heaven 300 years ago."

Nangongyi suddenly realized: "So that's the case, that heaven's punishment should be on you."

Lu Feici asked, "Brother Yi, do you know who initiated the Heavenly Punishment?"

Nangong Yi shook his head: "This matter has always been a mystery, and I don't know."

The two exchanged only a few words, another gust of wind blew in, and the sweet-scented osmanthus began to wither after blooming.

Nangong Yi glanced at Guishu, smiled lightly and said, "It's about time, I should go too."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Lu Feici, with a worried expression on his face, he said, "Liulang, the original prophecy..."

Lu Feici smiled: "I know what you want to say. Don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I will try to avoid that situation."

When Lu Feici said this, he suddenly said seriously: "If one day I really become like the prophecy, then I will not regret my death. But I will not let myself fall into the devil, I want to look at the world again, see See how credible the prophecy that has harmed so many people is."

Under the clear sky, Nangong Yi nodded with a smile and said, "That's good. Although I am no longer qualified to teach you anything, I still wish you——Thousands of sails have passed, and you will not change your original intention."

Lu Feici smiled: "Okay."

The strong wind blew away a tree of sweet-scented osmanthus, and Nan Gongyi walked slowly into the distance, his figure gradually dissipating.

The state of mind collapsed, and the screen changed, and Lu Feici returned to reality again.

His body was already covered in cuts and bruises, and the moment he came back, the deep pain caused him to fall down again.

However, he didn't panic in his heart, because he knew that the matter was over.

He felt that the Yin Qi gradually faded, and the resentment disappeared.

The sun returned to the earth, and the sky gradually cleared up.

Lu Feici barely lasted until this moment, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

In a trance, a pair of warm hands brushed the ends of his hair, and the temperature of his fingertips seemed familiar.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, he yelled in a dazed way: "Master..."