The Ancient Vast Realm

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan sank his consciousness into the bronze space. Standing in the bronze space, Feng Xuan asked directly in a deep voice:

"I want to know if you can suppress the bad luck I carry."

This time, the bronze space was no longer silent, but the entire space was slightly vibrating, and invisible information was transmitted to Feng Xuan's consciousness.

Feng Xuan closed his eyes and accepted this huge information.

"The source of disaster... increases with the improvement of strength and time, until it destroys itself... The longer the aura of disaster accompanies it, the more impossible it is to get rid of it. Unless you destroy yourself at the beginning and become an ordinary person, otherwise once you experience more than two disasters, there is no possibility of escape..."

Feng Xuan read this information with an extremely ugly face. This is information that is crucial to Feng Xuan.

It reveals a lot of information that Feng Xuan does not know, and even the entire Feng family does not know.

Feng Xuan finally knew that the bad luck accompanying his clan is called the source of disaster, and it will continue to expand with the improvement of his strength until he is completely wiped out.

Unless you transform yourself into an ordinary person at the beginning of the experience, like Grandma Fenghua, you can avoid it, because the source of disaster is not interested in ordinary people.

But if you have experienced many disasters, the disaster energy has entangled you, and you can't get rid of it even if you abandon all your cultivation and turn into an ordinary person.

By then, I'm afraid you may be choked to death when drinking water.

And if Feng Xuan remembered correctly, I'm afraid it's impossible for me to get rid of this so-called source of disaster. My experience is not the first or second time.

He was silent for a while and asked: "It's impossible for me to survive this disaster. Are you helping me?"

The space vibrated, and another wave of information was transmitted to Feng Xuan's mind.

There was not much information, but Feng Xuan finally understood why he could have a glimmer of hope every time, even though it was very dangerous every time.

The bronze scroll can indeed suppress the disaster, but because of his weak strength, he can't help him completely suppress the source of the disaster. He can only release the disaster a little bit, within the range that he can barely bear.

In this way, it won't burst too much at one time, causing him to be unable to cope with it at all.

Every disaster will not lead to certain death, but you need to fight for it. If you think you can rest easy, you may not know how you died.

I am afraid that Xuanshi was also affected by the leaked disaster.

Moreover, Feng Xuan knew that the disaster would become stronger and stronger. If his strength was still limited, even the bronze scroll would not be able to save him.

Feng Xuan wanted to ask something else, but he felt that the entire bronze space was silent.

"What should I call you?" Feng Xuan asked unwillingly.

But the bronze space did not respond this time. Seeing this, Feng Xuan had to exit the bronze space depressed.

He guessed that it might have fallen into a deep sleep, or simply did not want to pay attention to him. If the question he asked this time was not related to his life and death, Feng Xuan felt that the bronze scroll was too lazy to pay attention to him.

This also made Feng Xuan realize that the origin of the bronze scroll was probably not simple, not just a thing inherited by a black witch.

"Feng Zi, Feng Zi?"

All this happened in an instant to the outside world.

Feng Xuan regained consciousness and saw Xuan Shi looking at him strangely.

Feng Xuan smiled and said, "It's okay. I thought of something and I'm more confident about dealing with that thing this time."

"Oh, so!"

Xuan Shi was a little surprised. That was a weird thing that the entire Feng family had been unable to deal with for thousands of years. Feng Xuan actually had a way?

Although he didn't know if it was just words to comfort himself, Xuan Shi could only believe Feng Xuan.

Jiang Shu'er on the side looked at the two with a confused face. She could understand every word they said, but she couldn't understand it at all when they were summed up.

It was just a rough guess that something terrible would come to Feng Xuan. Feng Xuan himself was not sure that he could fight against it, and Feng Xuan didn't want to implicate Xuan Shi, probably like this.

But why didn't they ask for help from the elders of the tribe for things they couldn't fight against?

In the end, Jiang Shu'er still didn't ask, after all, she didn't know the tricks and didn't know if she would violate any taboos.

She was a smart girl and knew what to ask and what not to ask. Since the two didn't mention it to her, there was a secret that was inconvenient for her to know.

"Ahem"

At this time, the three of them also felt someone approaching, so they stopped talking and turned to look at the person.

A blood-red robe, a golden dragon-patterned belt around his waist, a head of blood-red hair fluttering slightly as he walked, fair skin, pupils like blood-red amber, and a blood-red divine mark between his eyebrows.

Who else could it be but Chi Longyun, the strongest genius of the Chilong tribe.

Chi Longyun came in front of the three people, stopped, looked at Feng Xuan with sharp eyes, and said directly: "I have seen your battle with the vampire demon tree... You are very strong!"

Feng Xuan was surprised. It turned out that the peeping eyes he felt at that time were real, and he thought it was an illusion.

Chi Longyun also realized that his words were easy to be misunderstood. He paused and then said:

"I saw it accidentally when I was chasing the Blood Spider King. I didn't mean to peep."

Feng Xuan understood, and he didn't quite believe that a person like Chi Longyun would do such a wretched thing.

Feng Xuan bowed and said, "So you are the young master Yun of the Red Dragon Tribe. I am sorry for my meager strength. It is not worth mentioning."

Chi Longyun waved his hand and said, "Strong is strong, no need to say those polite words. I am looking for you this time to cooperate with you, but there are not enough people now. When there are more people, we will discuss it again. Everyone can benefit from this matter."

When Feng Xuan saw Chi Longyun say this, he was also a little curious. He didn't know what made Chi Longyun so cautious, but since Chi Longyun had spoken, he was willing to give this face. The face of the young master of the Red Dragon Tribe, few people in the Canglan Mountains dared to ignore it.

Feng Xuan nodded and said that he had no problem.

Seeing this, Chi Longyun also put a smile on his cold face, and then turned and left. He was a man who was not good at speaking, and it was his limit to take the initiative to come to find Feng Xuan.

Everyone continued to wait here for a day, and in the evening of the fourth day when everyone entered the Blood Spirit Secret Realm.

"Little white face, why did you ask me to come here? If you don't give me an explanation, I'll make you pay!"

A tender and cute baby voice resounded in everyone's ears. Everyone looked to the east. A genius from the Red Dragon Tribe was walking towards this place with an embarrassed face, leading a little loli in a tiger skin suit and a black-clothed boy with a look of despair.

Chi Longyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain to practice, also opened his eyes and looked at the person who came with a little helplessness.

The person who came was Jing Qiongxue, the little monster of the Qiongshi Tribe.

To say that Chi Longyun and Jing Qiongxue are very familiar with each other, they often competed with each other when they were in Canglan City, but Jing Qiongxue never won.

But Chi Longyun didn't dare to really hurt the beloved of the Qiongshi Tribe. He didn't want to get entangled with that group of hooligans. Even his father and grandfather had no way to deal with that group of unreasonable barbarians.

Therefore, each time they sparred, they would just stop at a certain point, but Chi Longyun had to admit that although Jing Qiongxue was one or two years younger than him, her strength was not much weaker than his.