[Honghuang] May the light of your Virgin cover the earth

"A Ying." Fenghuang closed his eyes weakly, his wings drooped limply, "Go away."

If something unexpected happens to Kong Xuan, then this place will become an extremely dangerous place.She promised Kong Xuan to take good care of his little lover, so she couldn't let Cheng Shuying stay here anymore.The current plan is to let her go back to Wa Palace as soon as possible.

Only under the protection of Nuwa sage, Aying is the safest.

Cheng Shuying said bitterly: "Senior Phoenix, I..."

The phoenix opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of crimson phoenix breath, which tightly wrapped Cheng Shuying in it, and washed out of the crater against the surrounding magma.Phoenix's voice faintly came from the depths of the volcano: "Hurry up and go back to Wa Palace. I can't even fulfill his last wish..."

The tumbling magma roared and sent Cheng Shuying to the human world hundreds of miles away.

The crimson phoenix breath gradually drifted away and went with the wind.Cheng Shuying stared blankly at the blue sky, the dazzling golden sunlight shone directly into her eyes, making her eyes hurt.

Fenghuang said, go back to Wa Palace.

Fenghuang said that even his last wish cannot be...

She closed her eyes, feeling the subtle changes in the aura between the heaven and the earth, trying to find some clues.but none.Her spiritual thoughts covered the northern Daze thousands of miles away, where the remnants of the witch tribe were worshiping the Houtu in the snow and ice; she also covered Tanggu Fusang thousands of miles away, where Lu Ya stood on the hibiscus tree and looked at the world , paw itching to find someone to fight.

but.

She couldn't find any trace of Kong Xuan, nor could she find the five-color streamer that was unrestrained in the vast ocean.

It's like Kong Xuanzhen was gone with the wind and was erased forever in the prehistoric world.

Those dim feathers are like an ominous inscription, indicating a tragic fate.

The system said in her mind with the usual cold mechanical voice: No comment.

Cheng Shuying lowered her head, a warm breath remained in her cold hands.

But now, even those gray and dim feathers have disappeared into the billowing magma, gone.

She stumbled and flew back to the extreme south volcano, trying to retrieve those bleak feathers.

But the feathers that have lost their vitality can't resist the raging magma.They were quickly burned to ashes by the hot magma, leaving no breath left.Only in the sharp beak of the phoenix, there is still a dim feather in its mouth, which has lost its vitality like its owner.

Cheng Shuying stepped forward, wanting to say something to Fenghuang, but she dared not.

Fenghuang opened his eyes and looked at her, his eyes were gentle and slightly wet.She put the last feather in Cheng Shuying's palm, and said softly: "This is what Kong Xuan left for you, you can take it."

Cheng Shuying held the feather in a daze, wanted to say thank you to Fenghuang, but couldn't even say a word.

The ashen feather lay quietly in the palm of her hand, the edges had begun to wither, and the feather body, which was as hard as an arrow cluster, had become dry and fragile, and could be broken with a little force.Vitality is sluggish, gloomy, like its master, it has already lost its vitality.

"I..." Cheng Shuying wanted to speak, one drop, two drops, three drops... The cold tears hit the palm of her hand, slightly wetted the edge of the feather, and spread along the veins of the feather Going down, it was steamed dry by the hot magma.

In the extreme southern volcano, even crying is a luxury.

Fenghuang closed his eyes and sighed: "Go back, go back to Wa Palace."

The crimson phoenix breath has begun to dim, and the bright phoenix feathers are no longer the glory of the past.Phoenix closed his eyes and curled up in the depths of the magma, neither listening nor looking, not speaking, as if he had already fallen into a deep sleep, and it would take many, many years before he would wake up again.

Cheng Shuying held the peacock feather, lowered her head, and murmured, "I can bring the Golden Crow back to life, and I can also bring him back to life."

"I will find him. No matter how many years have passed and how many roads I have traveled, I will find him."

"Then, I will do everything in my power to bring him back to life."

Cheng Shuying closed her eyes, put the dim feather in her arms, stuck it to her heart, then turned around and flew out.

Fenghuang behind him let out a faint sigh, but he didn't keep her, but let her go.

The prehistoric land was barren, with decaying withered grass and war flames everywhere.

People pushed chariots on both sides of the Yellow River, and there was a faint sound of war songs on the banks of the river in the dusk.A battle flag painted with bears and snakes was fluttering in the wind, and the young leader stood on the bank of the Yellow River with his arms behind his back, thinking about how to conquer this land.

The leader Shennong is old, and the Jiuli tribe in the south is rising.

In this prehistoric land, only one person can become the real king.

"Boy surnamed Ji, what are you thinking?" The old priest leaned on a bone staff and came to the bank of the Yellow River.

"I was thinking..." The young leader looked up at the sky and said word by word: "Forge a sword."

Forge a real sharp sword to help him conquer the world, fight bloody battles, and ascend to the throne of the king.

Then stop the fighting, put an end to the flames of war, melt the sword into a cauldron, and secure the world.

The priest patted the leader's back twice with his bone stick, and encouraged him, "If you want to do something, just do it. Well, that's right..."

The priest seemed to have remembered something, and asked him again: "You are a descendant of the surname Ji, have you ever decided on a clan name for your branch?"

The young leader thought for a moment and said, "Just call Xuanyuan."

"Ji's surname, Xuanyuan's family, fortunate to inherit the heavens, facing the eight wastelands, and fighting the world."

The sound of rumbling war drums echoed endlessly on the earth, and the flames of war spread to every corner of the earth.The young leader returned to the tribe, and with the help of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, he forged a sharp long sword that was invincible.

——Xuanyuan Sword.

At the moment when the sword embryo was first formed, the clear sky suddenly turned into dark clouds, and blood-red thunderbolts fell from the sky, crackling and hitting the sword.The young leader stood by the sword-forging furnace, calmly waiting for the Xuanyuan Sword to be forged.

The warriors of the clan stood neatly on the bank of the Yellow River, holding battle spears and spears, with solemn expressions.

The sound of rumbling thunder became louder and louder, and merged with the sound of rumbling war drums on the ground, forming the power of heaven and earth, which slowly poured into the sword.There was faint golden light shining from the sword body, and the word Xuanyuan was powerful and majestic.

The young leader stepped forward, holding the hilt in his hand, closing his eyes to feel the power of the long sword.

Its sword is sharp and powerful.

Nine Heavens Profound Girl said with a smile: "Now you can go to fight in all directions."

Xuanyuan sword comes out, and the dragon fights in the wild.

The thick flames of war spread across the prehistoric land, burning everything it went to ashes.

This battle lasted for another three years.

Cheng Shuying lay on a mass of soft clouds, staring blankly at the sky.

During these three years, she traveled to every corner of the prehistoric world, trying to find the trace of Kong Xuan.But no matter whether she went to the deepest part of the volcano in the south, the end of Tanggu in the East China Sea, the extreme point of Daze in the north, or the most barren and desolate corner of the western world, she never found a trace of Kong Xuan.He was like a ray of breeze, drifting away in the prehistoric world.

She held the dusty feather in her arms and hid it next to her heart, and it became slightly cooler.

The pale golden sun shone sparsely from the sky, enveloping her warmly and harmoniously, as if bathing in a wanton streamer of five colors, every corner was filled to the brim by him.She closed her eyes, and a trace of water gradually overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Who can tell her, if she can't find Kong Xuan's body, how can she bring him back to life?

The rumbling war drums rang beside the ears, the flames of war filled the prehistoric land, blood spread into rivers, merged into the depths of the surging Yellow River, and rolled into the sea.It was as if there were endless fighting sounds beside her ears, and drops of cold blood were spreading along the edge of the sword.

Where did Kong Xuan go the day he left?

Where would she go to find his trace?

Cheng Shuying pressed her chest, feeling a little painful.She knew that the longer the time dragged on, the less hope Kong Xuan would have of surviving.But from beginning to end, she was unwilling to give up that glimmer of hope.Whether it's for Kong Xuan or for herself.

She pinched the Fa Jue, drove the cloud, and flew slowly towards the sky.

She has been here countless times.

Every time I want to find the traces left by Kong Xuan, but every time I am disappointed.

The ferocious chaotic airflow is raging here, clamoring to strangle everything into pieces.The dark red and milky white planetesimals followed new trajectories and moved slowly in the silvery sky.She thought of that gorgeous sea of ​​stars again. In Kong Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, dots of starlight shone with fragments of light, and a mass of warm five-color streamer was like a vast ocean, wrapping her in it tightly without leaving any gaps. .

The withered feather was blown out by the strong wind, and it fluttered down.

She suddenly jumped off the cloud, put the gray and dull feather into her arms, and then fell straight down.In fact, she is not too afraid of heights anymore, only when she falls into the human world, she will still be blinded by the wind and sand and want to cry.

The gloomy domain lay quietly in her palm, still showing the ominousness of the master.

It was already quite fragile, and it seemed that it would be broken by her with a little force.

But this is the last thing left by Kong Xuan.

She curled up in a cloud of pure white clouds, and there seemed to be a low and deep voice echoing in her ears:

"Stay here obediently and wait for me to come back. Don't run around, it's dangerous outside."

More than 2000 days and nights passed, she waited quietly in the prehistoric world.

But Kong Xuan, he can't come back.

The flames of war raged on the prehistoric land, casting the flood that had not receded into a turbid current.The bleak autumn wind rolled the withered grass and roared across the wilderness.A group of white and soft clouds stayed at the foot of the West Kunlun Mountains. Beside the broken Tianzhu, there was a faint voice echoing:

"Aying baby, wait for me to come back."

Kong Xuan him, broke his promise.

The dim and fragile feathers lay quietly in her palm, becoming cold little by little, without the slightest warmth.

She stroked the veins on the feathers one by one with her fingertips, carefully put them in her arms, and put them close to her heart.

"Hello." Someone called her next to her, "Why don't you ask the deity for help?"

"I've looked for it." She said shyly, "This deity is a saint under the Dao of Heaven, and my divine thoughts can illuminate all things in an instant. I went to Wa Palace to beg her three years ago. But this deity said... …said she couldn't find it."

The Nuwa sage has survived countless calamities, and her divine sense is enough to detect every tiny corner.If Kong Xuan was really in this world, Nuwa would be able to see his whereabouts no matter whether he was alive or dead.

Unless—he was wiped out without leaving any trace.

Cheng Shuying lowered her head sadly, not daring to think about such a terrible thing.Every time she thinks that Kong Xuan might be wiped out, she never dares to think about it any more, preferring to search slowly in the prehistoric world by herself, leaving a little hope.

"Tsk tsk, you look like this, even I can't stand it anymore." The evil corpse stroked the sharp horns on its head, patted her on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Why don't you go find a volt... oh !!!”

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, splitting the sharp corners of the evil corpse into charred black.

"Ouch, my beautiful horn!" The evil corpse jumped up and down, clutching its scorched horn and flying away.

Cheng Shuying closed her eyes and murmured, "Are you looking for Fuxi..."

Fuxi has become the throne of the Three Emperors and has returned to the demon body. His cultivation level is only one line behind Nuwa.

Moreover, he is good at natural magic, and sometimes even saints are willing to bow down.If you ask him...

That's all, anyway, let's give it a try.

Cheng Shuying pinched out a cloud of pure white clouds and flew towards Wa Palace.

Since Fuxi was brought back by Nuwa, he has not left, but stayed in Wa Palace to accompany Nuwa.Every time the evil corpse saw Fuxi, his hair would stand on end, and he simply told Nuwa that he had gone to hide in the prehistoric land.This time she came to Wa Palace not to seek to see Nuwa, but to seek to see Fuxi, which surprised Fuxi and Nuwa.

Fuxi took out Hetu Luoshu, and asked gently: "Do you want to know his whereabouts, or life and death?"

Cheng Shuying closed her eyes and murmured after a while: "Life and death."

"Hmm." Fuxi agreed, and then stretched out his hand a little, Ba Dao Qing Guang turned into Ba Dao Gua Ci by his side, dancing up and down around him, like a fluttering spirit butterfly.Nu Wa looked at him quietly from the side, neither speaking nor obstructing him.

A moment later, two hexagram images fell into his palm, twisted into a complex and difficult pattern.

"It's time to return to my younger sister, and sometimes it's late. It's no profit to levy a murderer."

Fuxi took back Hetu Luoshu and said, "Life and death are uncertain."