Chirp in the palm of the reincarnation

There seemed to be endless whistling wind in my ears.

Fu Yuqiu felt that she had a nightmare that lasted so long that she could hardly wake up. Her body was weightless, as if she had fallen into a bottomless pit, and all her hair would be blown away.

I don't know if the air is too thin, or if he broke through the barrier of the small world from the Jiuzhongtian and exhausted his spiritual power, Fu Yuqiu could even feel that the temperature of his body was dissipating little by little.

The body fell more and more cold, Fu Yuqiu fluttered her little wings twice in a daze, but it was useless at all, and fell even worse.

"Am I going to die again?" Fu Yuqiu thought while staring.

For some reason, endless decadence and depression suddenly surged in his heart, he didn't even want to struggle, he closed his eyes and let himself fall deeper and deeper, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, slowly spreading from the wings to the heart.

The sound of the wind poured into his ears for a long time, shaking his ears into a daze, and the sound gradually faded away.

Just when Fu Yuqiu thought that he would lose consciousness completely like this, he suddenly heard a phoenix cry in his ears, which seemed to be covered with a layer of enchantment.

The cry was clear and clear, piercing through the thick clouds and reaching Fu Yuqiu's ears.

Fu Yuqiu opened his eyes suddenly.

His vision was hazy, surrounded by clouds and mist that covered the sky and the sun.

At the end of his gaze, a colorful phoenix spread its wings and waved its gorgeous feathers, and quickly flew towards him.

Fu Yuqiu's pupils were slightly dilated.

Phoenix...

The feeling of resignation in his heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by a heart full of grievances.

——It seems to have caught a life-saving straw before the verge of collapse.

Fu Yuqiu felt as if she called out "Phoenix!" happily, but she couldn't hear it because of the strong wind.

The moment before he lost consciousness, the phoenix had already arrived in front of him, his golden pupils were shining, as gentle as a candlelight in the cold night.

Fu Yuqiu finally felt relieved and let herself fall into the darkness.

****

Nether.

The red cranes flew over the Tianting Pagoda, which was full of ruins, and the golden sunlight poured down, illuminating the gorgeous plumes and feathers.

Feng Beihe flew to the Tonghe tribe, turned into a human body, and walked indifferently into the entrance of the colorful flowing clouds in a black robe.

When the guards saw Feng Beihe, their eyes flickered slightly, and they nodded respectfully.

"I have seen the young master."

Feng Beihe's figure was like a sharp sword, and the hem of his clothes swept across the flowers and plants on both sides.

The blooming flower clusters seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of hoarfrost when encountering a cold wind.

When the wind blows, it shatters the ground.

Seeing this scene, the guards were already familiar with it, and even curled their lips and mouthed to their companions.

"little monster."

Because Feng Beihe pushed down the Tianting Pagoda, the elders of the entire Tonghe clan gathered together, some were indignant, some sighed.

A woman in gorgeous clothes sat in the first seat, her brows were tightly frowned, her appearance was somewhat similar to Feng Beihe's.

Feng Beihe walked in with no expression on his face, glanced coldly, and said, "What's the matter?"

As soon as he came over, the entire noisy hall was silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other.

As soon as the Tianting Pagoda collapsed, the Tonghe clan was criticized and abused by the lower realms.

The elders had a splitting headache, clamoring for Feng Beihe to clean up the baskets that Feng Beihe had poked!

But Feng Beihe's identity was no longer that which they could come and go as they wanted, and they could only be helpless and furious.

It's just that they didn't expect that Feng Beihe, who hadn't returned to Yun Banling all the year round, actually came.

It was quiet all around.

The nearest elder of the Tonghe tribe is gray-haired, and he seems to have lived for many years. His face is full of composure and vicissitudes of life, and he leans on a cane with the pattern of the red crane, and said in a harmonious voice: "Beihe .”

Feng Beihe frowned, his face was full of disgust.

The white-haired elder had no choice but to change his words: "Young Master, the destruction of the Tianting Pagoda was really ordered by the Master?"

"You don't believe me, just go to Jiuchongtian and ask." Feng Beihe said indifferently.

The elder was refuted in public, but he still said patiently: "Your Majesty is not someone who stands by and watches disasters in the lower world, but what misunderstanding is there?"

At this moment, the woman in the first seat finally spoke coldly.

"Since it was the order of the Immortal Venerable, why didn't you tell it widely, why did you attract all the hatred to the Tonghe Clan?"

Feng Beihe's body froze, and he said in a low voice, "Mother."

"Don't dare to let the young master call your mother, it's killing me."

The patriarch of the Tonghe clan looked stern and stern, and when he looked at Feng Beihe coldly, there was no warmth at all: "Feng Beihe, did you do it on purpose?"

Feng Beihe, who had always been indifferent and domineering, seemed to be indifferent to everything, suddenly clenched the hand hanging by his side, and several bloodstains were drawn on the palm by his nails.

The surname of the Tonghe family is "Yun", but since becoming a young master, Feng Beihe was given the surname "Feng" by the immortal.

Feng Beihe always felt that it didn't matter what his surname was, until the leader of the Tonghe clan uttered these three words, but it pierced his heart like a knife.

He closed his eyes slightly and took a silent breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the almost hopeless fragility just now had disappeared.

He loosened his clenched fingers, swept the crowd indifferently, and said indifferently: "If you don't want the rain of fire and fire to fall on Yunbanling, then don't talk about it."

After all, he turned around and was about to leave.

The leader of the Tonghe clan sternly said: "Feng Beihe!"

Feng Beihe turned his head abruptly, and swept away overwhelmingly the pressure absorbed by the Phoenix's golden feathers.

Just using the phoenix golden feathers to cultivate, the coercion can make everyone feel as if they are falling into a cold cellar, trembling—even those with poor cultivation levels can't help but turn into their original forms.

The head of the Tonghe clan shrank his pupils sharply and looked at him in astonishment.

Feng Beihe looked at her with emotionless eyes, and said coldly: "Since you all think I'm a monster, don't take advantage of me and hate me from above."

He turned around indifferently, with the hem of his jet-black clothes fluttering, leaving behind only the back that seemed to never fall down.

The spiritual power of the Tonghe clan belongs to fire, but Feng Beihe was born as an out-and-out little monster. Although the spiritual power has the aura of a red crane, it is a "blue fire" that can freeze people into frost.

Feng Beihe walked out of the Tonghe tribe and spread his wings and turned into a gorgeous Tonghe.

There was a deep voice beside his ear saying suddenly: "The phoenix has descended."

Feng Beihe's pupils shrank slightly.

"Why did he suddenly descend?"

"It doesn't matter." The voice said with a strange smile, "He is insane, and he is crazy about dying, and even the Phoenix inheritance has been abandoned. I thought I would have to wait a few more years for him to fall, never I think...he actually took the initiative to die."

Feng Beihe let out a soft "hmm" before spreading his wings and flying into the sky.

"The fate of the Phoenix is ​​very ominous. He was originally a person abandoned by the law of heaven, but he did not know where he got the luck of the law of heaven, and he has survived until now." The voice rang faintly in his ears.

"As long as you take his luck back, I can take him away."

"It's inconvenient for me to do it myself." Feng Beihe said, "I have placed the spirit pattern that reverses the luck of the phoenix in the Xuanzhu Tower in the lower realm. As long as he descends to the lower realm, someone will follow the breath of the spirit pattern to find Phoenix within half an hour. "

As long as the cultivator carrying the spirit pattern gets close to the phoenix, the luck of the phoenix can be reversed and fed back to Feng Beihe.

Due to several fire rains in the lower realm, the spiritual power was exhausted, and countless spiritual veins dried up.

A single spiritual vein can make countless monks work for him.

***

Fu Yuqiu was in darkness.

Even he himself didn't know when he came here, the surroundings were endlessly dark, only two gorgeous carved stone pillars stood on both sides, like a huge door.

Fu Yuqiu tilted her head, trying to move forward, trying to step through the door.

But as soon as he got close, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

At the same time, a voice came from the void, with a little imperceptible tenderness.

"What is the thing you regret most in your life?"

Fu Yuqiu thought in confusion: "What regrets?"

The voice said, "This is the key to the crossing gate."

Fu Yuqiu was even more at a loss.

Boundary Gate?

He had heard that if he forcibly crossed the Three Realms, he would have to pay some price to pass through the Realm Gate.

From the Nine Heavens to the Wandering Dao, do we also need a boundary gate?

What's even more strange is that the price of crossing the boundary gate is often to hand over the most important thing, and every time you pass the undead, you will lose half of your life.

Why does he only need to answer "the most regrettable thing" to count as the key?

Fu Yuqiu felt that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up no matter what, so she had to think for a long time, and tried to say: "I regret saving Fengbeihe that Jiujiujiu the most?"

"Jiu Jiu Jiu" was not a good word, and Jiemen seemed to choke.

After a while, Jiemen said, "No. You don't regret saving people's lives."

Fu Yuqiu curled her lips and thought for a while: "Then I regret coming out of Wenyou Valley."

Jiemen sighed and said, "This is not something you regret."

Fu Yuqiu frowned, thinking that it is impossible for this door to spy on the heart.

Jiemen saw that he was silent, as if he was angry, he said helplessly: "Don't you want to go to the lower realm?"

Fu Yuqiu said sullenly, "Think."

Jiemen Xu felt that he might not know it himself, the void in front of him twisted for a moment, and a spiritual force suddenly penetrated into the center of Fu Yuqiu's eyebrows.

Fu Yuqiu leaned back, was gently supported, and fell straight into the depths of memory.

"There was an extremely unpleasant harp sound of stumbling and stumbling in my ears.

"I really don't have a sense of music..." Someone said with disgust, "Gong Shangjiao Zhengyu, none of them are in tune."

As soon as Fu Yuqiu frowned, she felt that someone had poked her between the brows.

He covered his head, raised his head angrily, and said, "Then I won't listen, stop scolding."

The wide sleeves between the two forearms drooped, and a human face gradually appeared in the field of vision.

That man was unattractive, just as ugly as other humans, his wrist was wrapped in white thick four fingers wide, his left hand was long and slender with distinct joints, but his right hand was like wood, his little finger was not very sensitive and trembled from time to time.

It turned out to be a wooden hand.

Fu Yuqiu lay on the xylophone, and said quietly, "Musician."

The musician smiled, "Thank you, I have a name."

"Musician." Fu Yuqiu seemed extremely distressed, and said sullenly, "I'll give you a small leaf, do you want to take it back?"

The musician said perfunctorily, "Take it."

"But, if I take it back, someone will die." Fu Yuqiu was caught in a tangle, "What should I do?"

The musician said angrily, "Then don't take it."

Fu Yuqiu: "But that's my favorite little leaf..."

The musician slapped the piano heavily, and said impatiently, "Yezi."

Fu Yuqiu said quietly: "Thank you, I also have a name."

"Yezi." The musician said, "You saved my life. I'm an old acquaintance with your brother. I didn't want to get involved in your shit, but you are more annoying than birds by chirping here all day long."

Fu Yuqiu was so angry that she fell on her back, bared her teeth and said angrily, "You call me a bird!?"

The musician said: "I just want to ask, what would you do if that person took your leaf and ran away?"

Fu Yuqiu stood up suddenly, and said fiercely: "He will not take away my leaves!"

The musician snorted coldly: "I can't see it all, that ugly monster doesn't look like a good person."

Fu Yuqiu glared at him, and wanted to run straight away, but his anger still persisted, he ran back angrily after taking two steps, kicked the qin hard, bared his teeth and said, "Go and play your broken qin!" !"

After getting angry, he turned and ran.

The musician has long been accustomed to his bad temper and continued to play the piano.

There was another thumping and horrifying sound of konghou in the backyard.

The musician slapped the piano hard again, and raised his voice angrily: "Ancestor, you can play cotton better than you. Can you calm down? I am in a romantic mood."

"..."

There was no response from the backyard, and the harp played even worse. "

Fu Yuqiu was trapped in the memory, listening to the ugly and inexplicably distant sound of the harp, thinking: "Is the thing I regret most is listening to this ugly sound of plucking cotton?"

What a mess.

He doubted even more that the boundary gate was his dream.

After that memory came to an abrupt end, it seemed to have turned into a key and merged into the gate of the realm.

In an instant, the invisible barrier that blocked Fu Yuqiu dissipated.

Fu Yuqiu was caught off guard, and his foot stepped into the air, his body felt weightless again, and he fell straight down.

"Chirp—!"

Fu Yuqiu opened her eyes suddenly, and woke up from the fright.

At this moment, he was curled up in a small and warm space, and there was a familiar smell lingering around him, which made him extremely at ease.

Fu Yuqiu looked left and right in confusion.

"Where is this?"

After looking around twice, Fu Yuqiu finally realized that the warm and soft "things" around him seemed to be the feathers of a phoenix.

Fu Yuqiu was taken aback.

The broken wings of the phoenix have already healed, and the whole body is curled up, spreading its gorgeous wings to prop up a small and safe world, and hugging the little white sparrow in its arms.

Fu Yuqiu was surprised and delighted.

It turned out that the phoenix he saw before was not his imagination.

Fu Yuqiu "tweeted" twice, pushed his head against the feathers in front of Fenghuang's heart, and said happily: "Fenghuang! How did you come, Fenghuang? The wings seem to be healed!"

He twittered and twittered non-stop, even a deaf person was woken up by him.

But Fenghuang didn't move, maintaining the posture of embracing him, almost wanting to trap him to death in his arms.

Fu Yuqiu sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly squeezed out from the soft Phoenix feathers, her plump round face was almost squeezed flat.

Outside is a barren land with no grass growing. From the corner of the eye, I glanced into the distance, and the endless mountains circled around like a giant dragon.

Fu Yuqiu was stunned.

here is……

Xili Mountains?

Wasn't that boundary gate dreaming? !

Fenghuang Xu felt that his embrace had become empty, and suddenly let out a murmur, as if calling someone's name.

Fu Yuqiu didn't have time to think about it, so she hurried over to have a look.

Fenghuang curled up in the sand in a dazed state. He obviously had no external injuries, but his whole body was scorching hot, as if he was about to burn. When he probed a little, the meridians in his body were disordered, and the spiritual power of the meridians flowed backwards.

Fu Yuqiu was quite frightened, and hurriedly leaned forward to peck his cheek: "Fenghuang... Fenghuang!"

Phoenix didn't move and didn't respond at all.

Fu Yuqiu was afraid that something might happen to Fenghuang, so he groped around randomly, instinctively wanting to grab a leaf for him, but later realized that he was just a white sparrow now.

If you want to pull, you can only pull hair.

Fu Yuqiu anxiously walked around Fenghuang twice, trying to wake him up.

It's just a palm-sized white sparrow that can't do anything.

Fu Yuqiu gritted her teeth slightly, and forcefully urged the Neifu elixir, and forcibly turned into a human body on the spot with difficulty and jerky.

The human form only had the snow-white phoenix-patterned robe worn by the Immortal Venerable, and his feet were empty, so Fu Yuqiu could instinctively plunge into the sand on the ground.

This place seemed to have been under fire and rain, and the sand was extremely hot. Fu Yuqiu's soles of his feet were scalded with pain just by stepping on it, and his inhumanly white feet instantly turned red.

Fu Yuqiu couldn't bear the pain, so she let out a soft "hiss", frowned tightly, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to hug Fenghuang in her arms.

Fenghuang was almost cooked, and he finally felt more comfortable being hugged in Weiliang's arms. He raised his head deliriously, and instinctively rubbed against Fuyuqiu's arms.

Fu Yuqiu looked around, trying to find a shady place to avoid the heat, when a shadow suddenly fell over his head, blocking the scorching sun.

Looking up slightly, he saw a huge spirit boat slowly descending towards where he was.

Spirit boat?

That is the magic weapon of human monks.

Fu Yuqiu's expression sank, he hugged Fenghuang even tighter, and staggered forward in a random direction.

He doesn't want to deal with humans.

The yellow sand on the ground was hot, and from time to time there were sharp stone cubs scouring Xiaoxiangzhu, with long snow-white hair dragging on the ground, and the ends were covered with yellow sand. After walking barefoot for a while, the soles of Fu Yuqiu's feet became hot and painful.

If it was normal, Fu Yuqiu would definitely not be able to bear the pain and just sit on the ground and swear.

But at this moment, he had nothing to rely on, and Fenghuang was still in a deep sleep. Fu Yuqiu resisted the excruciating pain and tried to use his spiritual power.

It's just that he hadn't mobilized the spirit pills in the inner mansion, and the spirit boat above his head suddenly fell to the ground.

"Bang" sound.

The yellow sand was stirred up by the impact of the spirit boat landing, flying wildly, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

Fu Yuqiu choked and coughed.

The yellow sand fell like rain, and after the smoke and dust cleared, a black and white figure was revealed.

In this kind of dilapidated walls and ruins, it looks like black and white impermanence who is here to kill.

Fu Yuqiu frowned when he saw the ugly human.

Jianxiu in white came slowly, holding a long sword, looking at Fu Yuqiu indifferently...

In other words, it was looking at the phoenix in Fu Yuqiu's arms.

Jianxiu said indifferently: "The spirit pattern of Xuanzhu Tower really lives up to its reputation - it is indeed a phoenix."

Fu Yuqiu hugged Fenghuang tightly and stepped back, cautiously asking: "Who are you?"

Jianxiu didn't seem to want to talk to him, and rushed towards Fu Yuqiu with his sword in hand.

The man in black watched coldly, but he didn't even look at Fenghuang, but stared at Fu Yuqiu.

The sword cultivator's sword intent came towards the phoenix, and there seemed to be an extremely strange rune in his spiritual power.

Fu Yuqiu trembled all over.

He didn't know what that rune was, but his instinct was screaming crazily in his mind.

"We must not let that rune touch the phoenix!"

Jianxiu came through the air with his sword.

Fu Yuqiu had been begging for perfection in Jiuchongtian for so long, and finally escaped from the devil's lair, and was coveted and crushed by others in the lower realm.

How can this be tolerated any longer? !

An unprecedented anger welled up in his heart, Fu Yuqiu hugged Phoenix with one hand, and raised his other hand towards the direction of Jianxiu, and the Neifu Spirit Pill was forcibly mobilized.

Shui Lianqing mixed with a bit of Phoenix heritage that had been poured into it before, violently surged out majestic spiritual power.

Fu Yuqiu shouted sharply: "Go away—"

A loud bang.

The spiritual power blatantly broke through the ferocious sword energy, and the void was swept away into a distorted mirage.

Jianxiu's pupils shrank, and he withdrew his hands abruptly, almost being crushed to pieces by the overbearing water spirit power.

——He never knew that gentle water spirit power could be so fierce.

After Shui Lianqing's spiritual power exploded on the spot, it suddenly turned into spring rain and fell to the ground.

In the barren yellow sand that had been scorched by the scorching rain, clusters of tender green grass suddenly grew like dead trees in spring.

The man in black was stunned, and after a long time, he finally muttered and said something.

"So irritable, I love it so much."

Sword repair: "..."

An irredeemable color embryo.

Fu Yuqiu almost used up all his spiritual power in this blow, and before they could react, he hugged Phoenix tightly and ran away.

Although Wenyou Valley belongs to the Xili Mountains, the mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, and he doesn't know where he landed, so he can only escape first.

There was only a little spiritual power left to support Fu Yuqiu, but before he ran far, a dragon chant suddenly came from behind.

Looking back, the man in black turned into a giant dragon bigger than Yunshou, attacking him violently.

Fu Yuqiu's heart was almost in her throat, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

The expected pain did not come, Fu Yuqiu tried to open his eyes, and saw a huge black dragon hovering around, intertwined head to tail, enclosing him in a circle.

——It’s like planning a territory.

The evil dragon trapped Fu Yuqiu like a circle of possessions, and its huge dragon pupils stared at Fu Yuqiu closely, uttering words.

"Zhenbao, be my Taoist companion."

Fu Zhenbao: "???"

At this moment, the phoenix in Fu Yuqiu's arms suddenly opened his golden pupils.