The heart "Tao" process of a heaven, earth and Taoist emperor

Zhuo Feng and his party used flying magic weapons for the return trip, Xuemandao and Hua Yaole, Huang Quan and Xiaomei, Zhuo Feng and Luo Qingcheng, one for each.

The flying instruments that Xuemandao took out this time were all in the shape of boats, three boats lined up, Xuemandao and Hua Yaole led the way, Huang Quan and Xiaomei were in the middle, Zhuo Feng and Luo Qingcheng were in the back.

These three boats were high-grade spirit weapons, and after traveling non-stop for a day, they arrived at the border of Zhongzhou.

Flying thousands of miles high, the scenery is very good.

"Let's rest for one night, and we can return it in another day tomorrow." Xue Mandao said.

No one objected, although the boat was steady and fast, but there was only a small space, even those who were as slender as Huayao Le couldn't bear it, let alone such tall and straight men as Zhuo Feng, Luo Qingcheng and Xue Mandao , just sitting is very aggrieved, but the most uncomfortable thing is Xue Mandao, no wonder he gave a suggestion first.

At the end of the day, Hua Yaole, who was sitting, complained that her legs were sleepy, Xueman's legs were bent, and Luo Qingcheng's waist was also uncomfortable.Zhuo Feng hurriedly kneaded Luo Qingcheng's waist with Qi Neng, Hua Yaole looked envious.

Everyone laughed and got off the boat, walked eastward through the woods in front for about a stick of incense, and there was a town on the border of Zhongzhou.

At the beginning, everyone was still joking, especially Hua Yaole, who kept teasing Zhuo Feng because Zhuo Feng and Luo Qingcheng were close, but as they walked, everyone realized something was wrong.

"I remember this miscellaneous forest is not big?!" Xue Mandao who stood down first.

"No, it's been almost half an hour since I left." Hua Yaole also said with a delicate frown.

This miscellaneous forest, Zhuo Feng, and the others had seen the whole picture when they were sailing in the sky. Although the area was quite large, there was only one road through it, and it was impossible for them to diverge.

Zhuo Feng nodded, then closed his eyes to let the sense of soul spread, but he opened them soon.

"It seems to be a maze. And my soul sense can't get out. I'm afraid the creator of this maze is more cultivated than me." Zhuo Feng's expression was very bad, and his soul sense had reached "Tongxin". It is absolutely impossible for a power user of his same level to block his soul sense.

Unless the cultivation base is higher than yourself!

And I am already a power user of the elementary level of the Wuji Dao Xiaochongtian, if I am higher than myself, it must be above the middle level of the Wuji Dao!

After hearing this, everyone couldn't believe it, because it was obvious that the capable person came for them.

Hua Yaole looked at Luo Qingcheng, Luo Qingcheng nodded slightly, and she took out a black bird from the storage ring, Zhuo Feng recognized at a glance that it was the highest-level communication method of the Zhonghuang Pagoda - the mustard wood bird.

The mustard wood bird creaked and flew up, and soon a small Xumi hole appeared, and the mustard wood bird swished into it.Then the small Xumi hole also slowly closed.

When everyone saw the small Sumeru Cave closed, they couldn't help but let out a long breath.This place has entered Zhongzhou, I hope I can survive until rescue comes!

"The mustard wood bird is still so cute!"

A woman appeared on the trail in the miscellaneous forest at some point. The woman was holding a white umbrella and was dressed in white like sackcloth and filial piety. Only her face was shrouded in haze, and a wooden bird was flying around her.

After the woman finished speaking, the wooden bird flew towards Zhuo Feng and his group, and when it flew in front of them, it staggered and fell from the air to the ground.Hua Yaole quickly picked it up, turned over the wooden bird and looked at it, his face turned pale instantly.

There is a word engraved on the belly of the wooden bird, which is the word "le" of Hua Yaole.

This wooden bird is exactly the mustard wood bird that Hua Yaole released before.

"Little Yaoer, put away your bird quickly, I remember that your mother made this bird for you." The woman said to Hua Yaole with a smile in her words.

The woman's voice was very gentle, but it was creepy to Zhuo Feng's ears, because the woman in sackcloth and filial piety in front of her was none other than the returnee who claimed to be a "survivor" who had appeared in the Five Kingdoms and was finally forced to retreat by Fan Bo. The first seat on the four hills of the market.

"Who are you, how do you know that this wooden bird was made by my mother." Hua Yaole asked angrily.

"How could this seat not know?!" The widow said with nostalgia.

"Who are you?" Hua Yaole asked again.

"He is the head of the four hills of Guixu, and he calls himself a 'widow'."

It was not that woman who answered Hua Yaole, but Zhuo Feng.

"Xiao Langjun, it seems that you still remember me. It's not bad to have advanced to the elementary level of Wuji Dao in such a short time!" The woman looked Zhuo Feng up and down and praised.

"Qingcheng?!" The woman swept to Luo Qingcheng beside Zhuo Feng, her voice changed slightly.

Zhuo Feng approached Luo Qingcheng calmly.

"Survivor, what are you going to do if you stop us?!" Zhuo Feng asked in a deep voice.

The widow seemed silent, and spoke after a while.

"Xiao Langjun, you are wrong. I am not trying to stop you, but I am trying to stop you." Qianqianyu, a widow, pointed at Zhuo Feng, and there seemed to be a smile in her words, compared to the last time I don't know how much the attitude of meeting has improved.Moreover, the recognition of Luo Qingcheng did not seem to have happened before.

"Since I'm the only one stopping me, let the others leave!" Zhuo Feng said to the widow.

"Of course we want them to leave, but after you and I leave, don't worry, I won't embarrass them. The reason why I want to let them leave after you and I leave is to prevent them from giving Fengzun and Fenghuang too soon. Delivering the letter, you don't know that Fenghuang, like a hunting dog, can make him find it a little later." The widow sighed.

Seeing this "widow" talking, he really didn't want to do anything.Now Zhuo Feng was puzzled. Could it be that the widow has changed? How could he be so kind? Last time, he was yelling and killing, and he was merciless in his actions. He was lying on the bed for several months because of her serious injury, but now But he spoke so softly, and even deliberately pretended not to recognize Qingcheng, and explained the reason why Luo Qingcheng, Xue Mandao and others left later.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Zhuo Feng said simply.

"As long as you don't make trouble, this seat will never hurt you. Full of swords, little Yao'er, don't worry, this seat will do what it says. And...Qingcheng, you, you can also rest assured." The widow said again, especially the last sentence, which was directed at Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng was about to speak, but was directly hit by a hand knife.It was Zhuo Feng who made the move, and it was Zhuo Feng who took him after him.

"Brother Xue, you continue to return to the Zhonghuang Pagoda with Qingcheng, sister Lele is still injured, you should be more careful." Zhuo Feng handed Luo Qingcheng to Xuemandao and said to him.

"You too, be careful!" Xue Mandao's tone was a little helpless, and after she had said what she could say, what she couldn't say was naturally silent.Zhuo Feng is no match for this widow, let alone himself who is only a very small Chongtian, not to mention Zhuo Feng is still injured, there is no other way but to obey his words.

Zhuo Feng glanced at Luo Qingcheng again, and then walked towards the widow alone.

The widow waited for Zhuo Feng to approach, and actually handed the white umbrella in his hand to Zhuo Feng. Zhuo Feng also followed suit and immediately stood up for himself and the widow.The widow began to make a complicated seal formula with both hands.

After the seal was completed, the white umbrella turned into a black umbrella, and several white lights lit up from the black umbrella, which enveloped Zhuo Feng and the widow.But in a blink of an eye, the two disappeared.

After disappearing, Xue Mandao, Hua Yaole and others also heard the widow's last words.

"After an hour, the secret realm was unlocked by myself. Tell Feng Zun that I just asked Xiao Langjun to help me, and I won't hurt his life."

After a long time of spinning and nothingness under his feet, Zhuo Feng finally felt that his feet stepped on something hard.Although I don't know if it's the ground, but my heart is always at ease, even though it's still dark in front of me.

"Come on, follow me."

Zhuo Feng felt the widow holding his sleeve and leading him away.

Soon after, Zhuo Feng felt as if something hit his feet, and then they felt wet, and there seemed to be a fishy and salty smell.

Wet and smelly, it seems to be the sound of water, is it the sea? !

Just when Zhuo Feng couldn't figure it out, his eyes suddenly became enlightened.

It really is the sea!

In the boundless sea, there is one wave after another, vast and lonely, only a section of black giant floating on the sea under the sea and sky.

Zhuo Feng was staring at the giant black object in the sea, when he saw the lotus feet of the widow in front of him jump onto the giant black object in the sea.

"The table is independent above the sea, and the clouds are rong and below.

It must be dark and dark, and the east wind is blowing and the gods are raining. "

Zhuo Feng held an umbrella, just watching the widow singing loudly, the plain clothes were as wet as snow and frost, and the thing under his feet seemed to be not some strange thing, but an ancient god. The desolate and sad singing sound seemed to come from ancient times When it was heard, even the vast sea was throbbing, and huge waves of hundreds of feet were turned up.

Under the huge waves, nine blue and white dragons slowly got up and pulled up the huge black stone monster.

It turned out that the black giant was a huge sarcophagus.

When the black sarcophagus was pulled up to the seaside sand, the nine blue and white dragons instantly turned into dry bones.

The widow jumped up from the sarcophagus, danced her long sleeves, and the lid of the sarcophagus tipped over, while she herself slowly landed beside the sarcophagus.

When they met for the first time, the widow's face was painted with oil paint, and just now she had been hiding in a haze. Only then did Zhuo Feng finally see the widow's true face.

Her eyebrows are like distant Dai, and she is as gorgeous as a peach blossom. Although she is a late beauty, she must have been stunning when she was young.It's just that this widow's appearance, Zhuo Feng doesn't know why he feels deja vu? !

"Husband, I have come to see you. This time I have found the successor of the Great God of China. He will definitely be able to mend your soul, and you will definitely be able to come back."

The widow looked into the sarcophagus and asked to talk to herself, and even stretched out her hands into the sarcophagus.

"And my husband, this young man is Qingcheng's beloved. I'll let him come over, so you can take a look." After the widow finished speaking, she waved to Zhuo Feng.

Zhuo Feng didn't feel anything about the survivor before. She called herself "the survivor", and the coffin should be his husband, and she is the inheritor of the Emperor of China. Heard something.But the last sentence made Zhuo Feng's heart flustered, and it can be called "extremely shocking".

The widow and his deceased husband actually knew Luo Qingcheng, and judging from the way they called Luo Qingcheng, the relationship was definitely not simple.

Zhuo Feng obediently came to the side of the black stone sarcophagus, and took a look with his head. When he saw it, he was instantly stunned.

Lying in the sarcophagus was a man wearing a light blue gown with dark waves painted on it. The man's eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and he was extremely handsome, but his face was much paler than ordinary people, but no matter how he looked, he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

What's more, this man Zhuo Feng knew was precisely his long-lost uncle, the master of the Water King Tata, Chong Yi, whom Luo Qingcheng had shown Zhuo Feng on the picture scroll of his relatives.

If so, then...

Zhuo Feng couldn't help looking at the widow on the other side of the sarcophagus.

If the person inside the sarcophagus is Luo Qingcheng's uncle, and the owner of the Water King Pagoda is heavy, then the survivor is the daughter of Luo Mianmian, Luo Linwan's sister, Luo Qingcheng's aunt, and "Mrs. Xiao". Luo Xiaoxiao, the wife of the master of the water king tower who disappeared with Chong Yi.

The amount of information was too much, Zhuo Feng was stunned in place, but a pair of complex eyes kept looking back and forth at Mrs. Xiao and the master of the Water King Pagoda in the coffin.

"Qingcheng showed you the portrait of my husband. It was the first time Qingcheng drew it, but the first time I drew it was so similar, it is not in vain that my husband loves him." Mrs. Xiao took out a white handkerchief while talking, Wipe the stains on the face that don't exist for the master of the water master.

"You are Qingcheng's aunt?!" Zhuo Feng asked with some difficulty.

"That's right, this seat is Qingcheng's aunt, and the person in this sarcophagus is her deceased husband, you should call her uncle." Madam Xiao raised her head and smiled at Zhuo Feng.

Zhuo Feng had mixed feelings for a while.

Luo Qingcheng introduced Zhuo Feng to every one of his family members, especially the aunt Luo Xiaoxiao and uncle Chong Yi who made Luo Qingcheng so sad.He said that he lost his mother since he was a child, and was brought up by his aunt, and later his aunt married the master of the Water King Pagoda, who is also a dragon and a phoenix.

At first he thought it was a strange man who took away his favorite aunt, but later he realized that he got another man's love like a father.

From then on, Luo Qingcheng became the treasure in the hands of the Zhonghuang Tower and the Water King Tower until that night.

That night, he was woken up by his uncle in a daze, and then sent directly to the black teleportation tower. At that time, Luo Qingcheng was only seven years old.He only remembered his uncle holding him in one hand, holding a sword in the other and slashing at the men in black who besieged them, and finally rushed into the black teleportation tower in the bloody storm.

"Qingcheng, don't be afraid!"

These were the last words his uncle left him. From that night on, he never saw his aunt again, and there was an uncle who loved him more than his aunt.

It was also that night that the seven-year-old Qingcheng passed through the black teleportation tower with a mortal body, and his soul was damaged. Later, Luo Mianmian used the spirit of the five-color god Shisen as the foundation to restore his soul and shape the energy square.And this ordeal caused Luo Qingcheng to sleep for a hundred years.

It wasn't until he was an adult that he learned from his father that a group of powerful men in black besieged the Water King Tower that night, his uncle and aunt disappeared, and all the people in the Water King Tower, except him, survived.

Although the Water King Tower, known as one of the "Three Towers of Zhongzhou", is slightly weaker than the Zhonghuang Tower, it cannot collapse overnight without any backhand power. There must be some reason for it.But after several years of investigation, there was nothing.

Luo Mianmian also guessed whether it was Guixu's work, but Guixu was hidden too deeply, and there was nothing to investigate.

This matter became a mystery deeply buried in Luo Qingcheng's heart.

But unexpectedly, Zhuo Feng got into this puzzle so easily today.

"Okay, little man, I hope you can do your best for Qingcheng." Mrs. Xiao helped the master of the Water King Pagoda, Chong Yi, and easily carried him out of the sarcophagus.

Surrounded by the sea, the only land is the sandy land under Zhuo Feng's feet, and the only building on the sandy land is a hall for sacrifices. A lamp is hung high in the hall, and complex formations are engraved on the ground around the lamp.

Zhuo Feng is not proficient in the art of battle, but he has seen the lamp in the book. It is the god-level magic weapon of the Xin Zong Xun Lei Hall - the soul-gathering lamp.

At this time, the fire of Qi energy is burning in the soul-gathering lamp, and I am afraid that someone is gathering souls.

Mrs. Xiao placed Chong Yi's body in the magic circle, and then took down the soul-gathering lamp hanging in mid-air.

"Xiao Langjun, you are the inheritor of the Great God of China, so you must have the aura of chaos. This is the "Art of Replenishing the Soul" left by the Heart Energy Sect. Come and learn it, and then use the spirit in this soul-gathering lamp. The soul is mended."

Luo Xiaoxiao handed Zhuo Feng the Soul Gathering Lamp and a piece of black jade token.

Zhuo Feng had black lines on his face, he actually wanted to replenish his soul, and he had to learn and sell.

This "The Art of Replenishing the Soul" is the same as the "Nirvana Soul Shaping Dafa", which is mentioned in the classics left by the teacher Shui Sheng and the books in the Zhonghuang Pagoda. is also a descendant.

But the specifics of how to do it have long been lost, but the records all say that this is a sorcery, and it is soul-for-soul exchange.

Even in the most prosperous period of the Heart Energy Sect, this soul-replenishing technique was also regarded as a forbidden technique and was explicitly prohibited.

I didn't expect the Water King Tower to have such a forbidden technique.

A little awkwardly took the Black Jade Card, but Zhuo Feng didn't take the Soul Gathering Lamp.

"The soul-gathering lamp needs the fire of energy to fuel it, so please come, Mrs. Xiao," Zhuo Feng said.

Mrs. Xiao thought for a while, and then said: "Alright, you can study this soul-replenishing art with peace of mind, and heal your injury by the way, don't be short of energy when replenishing your soul." After a short pause, Mrs. Xiao continued Said: "The sea outside is a boundless sea, and the water attribute aura is extremely pure, no less than the air of chaos. If you have nothing to do, go to bubbles, which will help you heal your wounds."

Zhuo Feng answered "No" and got up to salute.No matter what the truth is or what the inside story is, Mrs. Xiao is always Luo Qingcheng's aunt and elder, and Zhuo Feng must have the courtesy that Zhuo Feng should have.

Out of the main hall, you can look around in the distance, where the water and the sky meet, all of which are infinite seas.

Zhuo Feng walked step by step into the sea water called "Boundless Sea" until it was completely submerged...

And so, March passed.

Sure enough, the infinite sea's water-attribute aura was extremely pure, and Zhuo Feng recovered in just one month relying on the pure aura.Half studying the art of replenishing the soul, half practicing his own cultivation, Zhuo Feng felt that he had already touched the threshold of the middle level of Wuji Dao.

Mrs. Xiao also behaved simply. She either cleaned up and wiped the heavy body all day long, or read and sang for it. Except for two outings, she stayed like this for a whole day at other times.

During her two outings, Zhuo Feng inspected the Boundless Sea and the Sand Island, and finally confirmed that this should be the secret land of the Water King Tower, the purpose of which is to protect the Boundless Sea.It is indeed the best choice for Mrs. Xiao to hide Chongyi's body here, one is that she can rely on Wulianghai's spiritual energy to preserve Chongyi's body, and the other is that it will not be easily found here.

At the fourth month, Mrs. Xiao finally couldn't sit still.

"Xiao Langjun, it has been three months, and your injury is no longer a problem. I wonder how well you have learned the art of replenishing the soul?!" Luo Xiaoxiao asked sullenly.

Zhuo Feng replied earnestly: "I have memorized the basic steps of the art of replenishing the soul, but I have never tried it, so I dare not speak nonsense, not to mention that the art of replenishing the soul requires the power of the soul. I only have the two souls of Shi Zhongyu here, and the power of the soul may not enough."

Regarding Luo Xiaoxiao's questioning, Zhuo Feng had already planned.But the most important thing is that he did not expect that the legendary "soul-for-soul" technique of replenishing the soul actually needs the power of the soul, and once the soul of a dead person leaves the body, even if it is a living soul extracted alive, the power of the soul The force also dissipates very quickly.

The strongest soul power in this world is naturally Shi Zhongyu's soul power.

Shi Zhongyu's soul can exist outside the body for thousands of years, how can the power of the soul not be strong? !

But Shi Zhongyu is the owner of Guixu and Luo Xiaoxiao's immediate boss, will she use her soul to save her husband? !Even if Mrs. Xiao is willing to save, is Shi Zhongyu willing? !

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at Chong Yi in the middle of the formation, and then pulled out a round jade pendant from her chest.After struggling and hesitating for a long time, he finally made a move.

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