The sick beauty fairy is entangled

On the back mountain of Penglai, in a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist, there is a silver-white dragon half submerged in the spring and half stranded on the shore in that pool of spiritual spring.

The shore of Lingquan is a stone platform next to the mountain peak. A dark red dragon is lying on the stone platform. If the stone platform is not big enough, its huge body can hardly be accommodated.

It is the ancient creation god Candle Dragon.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

The candle dragon spoke out, but he didn't know who he was asking.

Yinlong, who was stranded on the shore, said: "Maybe he won't wake up..."

...This is exactly what Bu Hengfeng dreamed about!I once had a dream in Penglai. It turned out that it was not a dream, but a spirit that wandered into the back mountain of Penglai.

And the ancient creation god Candle Dragon is in the back mountain of Penglai!

Zhulong glanced at Yinlong, and Yinlong immediately changed his subject: "...It's also possible, he will wake up soon."

Only then did Zhulong look away, and looked forward again.

Yinlong breathed a sigh of relief.

Directly in front of Candle Dragon, that is, there is a weeping willow on the edge of this square stone platform, and thousands of green silk ribbons are clearly visible in the spring water.

But what Zhulong looked at was not the weeping willow, but a person lying on the branch of the weeping willow among the thousands of willow leaves.

The man was dressed in white clothes like snow, without embroidered silver embellishments, with one hand on his waist and the other hanging down gently. His black hair, half-drapped and half-up, intertwined with weeping willows, could faintly see a little red agate in his hair.

He has a fair face, thin lips and shallow lips, eyelashes like closed wings of a butterfly, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, like the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva.

He was lying on the thick branches of the weeping willow with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap.

But the two dragons present knew that he had been asleep for a long time.

Yinlong asked him suddenly: "You took action to prevent the catastrophe of the Three Realms. Heaven will punish you, right? After all, we have long been unable to interfere in the affairs of the Three Realms."

Zhulong's eyes didn't move away from the fairy in white, but he said to Yinlong: "It's okay, but you, when I was punished by heaven and my soul fell into the human world, you sneaked into the demon world and became a demon." Venerable, Linghan, do you know your mistake?"

Ling Han was defeated by Zhulong, and said embarrassingly: "I am concerned about you, why did you come to poke me instead?"

Zhulong chuckled lightly: "Caring about me? Pull it down."

Ling Han hurriedly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, when I went to the Three Realms this time, I saw a person who looked exactly like the emperor and had the same name. Could it be the scattered souls of the emperor?"

Zhulong said: "It's him, it's just that the spirit seal has been unlocked, and the soul should return to its place, why... still doesn't wake up?"

Ling Han comforted: "I've been waiting for so long, and it's not too late to wait for a few more days."

"Congratulations to the two gods on their return." The voice of Penglai Xianweng came from the other side of Lingquan.

Zhulong followed the prestige and said, "He still hasn't come back."

Penglai Xianweng also comforted: "Since the spirit lock seal has been released, I think I should wake up soon, and the god will wait."

"How about the Three Realms?" Zhulong asked again.

Penglai Xianweng truthfully said: "Everything is fine, the Heavenly Emperor Jiang Wan is now guarding the Tiangong, handling the affairs of the Three Realms in an orderly manner, but he has been looking for the Hengfeng Immortal...the whereabouts of the soul of the Hengfeng God."

Zhulong sneered: "He deserves it."

Penglai Xianweng said leisurely: "He is smart, he has already searched for me, Penglai."

Zhulong raised his eyebrows: "Oh? He's outside the Penglai barrier now?"

Penglai Xianweng nodded: "Well, he is attacking the Penglai barrier. But it shouldn't matter, he can't break the barrier."

Zhulong let out a mouthful, and it seemed that the cloud and mist came out again, and the surrounding white mist became thicker: "Ling Han, go and meet him."

Ling Han responded, and the silver dragon swam twice in the spring and broke through the water, turning into a black-robed man on the bank with the silver dragon mask on his face.

It was Mozun Linghan.

"I understand." Ling Han and Penglai Xianweng left the back mountain, and Penglai Xianweng waved his sleeves, presenting the scene outside the barrier to Ling Han.

Jiang Wan didn't bring the magic weapon, the Heavenly Halberd, and purely relied on his spiritual power to attack the barrier of Penglai Xianshan. He didn't know how long he had been breaking the barrier, but the barrier didn't move at all, not even a crack.

It is indeed the enchantment of Penglai, and its reputation is well-deserved.

Even so, Jiang Wan did not give up. For him, this is the last chance.

Ling Han looked at the screen in front of him and said, "Jiang Wan, you were the one who hurt Immortal Hengfeng, why are you doing this now?"

"Who?!" Jiang Wan asked vigilantly.

As soon as Ling Han finished speaking, a dodge appeared outside the Penglai barrier. Jiang Wan looked at the silver mask: "Ling Han? Why are you here?"

Ling Han smiled and said: "Why can't I be here? Penglai Xianshan does not belong to the Three Realms, but exists beyond the Three Realms. Although I am a Demon Lord, here I am one of the living things."

Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment, and asked him: "Then you...can you see Bu Hengfeng?"

Ling Han sneered and said, "What are you doing with Hengfeng Immortal?"

Jiang Wan shook her head: "I don't know either, it's just that the wine he buried under the plane tree in our courtyard in the past can already be unsealed."

Ling Han heard the words, and scolded: "What? Now that there is no one to drink with you, you miss Hengfeng Xianzun instead? To tell you the truth, there is no Hengfeng Xianzun in this world anymore. On the day of the great battle, his soul was gone, and even if you searched for him forever, you would still not be able to find him, so you should go back and be your Heavenly Emperor!"

Indeed, there will be no more Hengfeng Xianzun in this world, only Hengfeng Shenjun, he is not a lie...

Jiang Wan stopped to attack the spiritual power of Penglai's enchantment, her expression was a little dazed: "The soul is gone...? I never thought he would die, and I never wanted him to die..."

Ling Han didn't want to talk to him: "You go, there is no Hengfeng Immortal Venerable in Penglai, so you don't need to look for it, why bother?"

Just as Ling Han was about to return to Penglai, Jiang Wan said angrily behind him: "You are lying to me, you just want to prevent me from going to Penglai to find him, is it because you are taking revenge on him, taking advantage of the fact that his soul is too weak to fight with gods and demons?" , planning to cast a poisonous hand?!"

Ling Han laughed angrily: "You can think too much, if I want to attack Immortal Hengfeng, I must have this..."

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have slipped his tongue, Jiang Wan snorted: "Sure enough, you are lying to me."

Ling Han twitched the corner of his mouth: "As expected of the Heavenly Emperor who plotted against Hengfeng Immortal Venerable many times, I was caught off guard."

Jiang Wan said directly: "Tell me, how to enter Penglai."

Ling Han: "You think too much, it's impossible."

Jiang Wan summoned the magical weapon out of thin air, and a long sword appeared in his hand. It was not the Heavenly Folding Halberd, but... the Shu Yun Sword that was destroyed by Bu Hengfeng in the battle between gods and demons!

Jiang Wan actually restored Shu Yunjian to its original state.

Ling Han was surprised: "I really don't understand what you are doing."

He immediately took off the silver mask and turned it into a cold silver long sword in his hand.

When Bu Hengfeng used Shu Yunjian, there would be frost around Shu Yunjian, but there was no frost and snow in Jiang Wan's hands, but it didn't affect Jiang Wan's use of it against the enemy.

Jiang Wan held the Shu Yun sword and injected spiritual power, her eyes were reflected on the long sword, and a silver-white sword light flashed in the black pupils.

Ling Han raised his long sword and touched Shu Yun's sword, and the iron objects collided and pulled out sparks.

Ling Han frowned: "What are you fighting with me? I have already told you that Immortal Hengfeng has lost his soul."

Jiang Wan still said: "You are lying to me."

Ling Han knew that he couldn't make sense of it, and the long sword in his hand turned back into a silver mask. When Jiang Wan stabbed towards him, he turned around to avoid Shu Yunjian.

Zhulong quietly looked at Bu Hengfeng lying among the weeping willows, for fear that he would miss any movement of that person.

He could feel the fight between the two outside the Penglai barrier, and heard the conversation between Jiang Wan and Ling Han.

Hengfeng Immortal Venerable is the soul of Bu Hengfeng scattered in the human world. After a lifetime of catastrophe, he broke the lock spirit seal. In the eyes of the three realms, he is indeed lost in soul, but Bu Hengfeng's true identity is the ancient god, who stayed behind There are not many, only Yinbai Jiaolong Linghan, Creation Shenzhulong and Shenjun Bu Hengfeng.

Bu Hengfeng has been in a coma since the first division of the Three Realms, and the God Realm was hidden outside the Three Realms. Penglai Xianweng diagnosed the lack of spirit.

Now that ray of spirit has unlocked the seal of the spirit lock seal, it should return to its original body.

Outside the barrier, Ling Han was injured by Jiang Wan, and Shu Yunjian pointed directly at Ling Han's throat: "Take me to find Bu Hengfeng."

Ling Han was amazed by Jiang Wan's leaps and bounds in cultivation. Although Ling Han was an ancient god, he was actually only a mere flood dragon, not as powerful as Zhulong, and it could even be said that he was far behind.

And Jiang Wan has been able to draw with Ji Yong'an in the battle between gods and demons. Ji Yong'an is half of Zhulong's soul, and has half of Zhulong's cultivation. It is reasonable for Ling Han not to beat him.

"I said, there is no Hengfeng Immortal Venerable here."

Ling Han was not annoyed when he was injured on the ground, and he was not afraid when he looked at Shu Yunjian, because someone would save him.

Jiang Wan was about to stab him with a sword, when he heard a familiar but unfamiliar voice behind him: "Jiang Wan, you have caused Heng Feng so much, and finally he died because of us, how dare you come to him?"

Jiang Wan's body froze, and she turned around to see a man in red who was no different from Ji Yongan. No, to be precise, he was taller than Ji Yongan. Ji Yongan had always looked like a young man, but now he really has a natural temperament. It seems that the Tiangong can be turned into powder with a single move of the hand.

Jiang Wan looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face: "Are you... Ji Yongan?"

Candle Dragon's golden vertical eyes glanced at him lightly: "It can be said that I am also the ancient creation god Candle Dragon."

Jiang Wan murmured: "God Realm...then...Bu Hengfeng?"

Ji Yongan looked away: "He doesn't want to see you, you go, Hengfeng is the god of the gods, this time is just a calamity, you will have nothing to do with him afterwards."

Jiang Wan suddenly felt deeply powerless: "Please give me a word, just say that the wine in Si Zhan Palace is ready to be unsealed, wait for him to drink."

Ji Yong'an and Ling Han returned to the back mountain of Penglai, but Ling Han's injury had healed in the blink of an eye, Ji Yong'an still spurned: "It's useless, you should concentrate on practicing and become a dragon as soon as possible."

Ling Han didn't reply to him, just stared straight ahead.

On the other side of Lingquan.