"You guys, come with me." Mirage Ancestor sighed, beckoned to summon the cold sand of confusion, wrapped Hong Hai'er and Lan Feng in it, and took advantage of the wind and snow to fly out of the underworld.
Lanfeng and Honghai'er were in this confusing cold sand, and they could only feel the interlacing of light and darkness, and the sound of killing everywhere. Then he knew that he had left the underworld realm.
When the wind stopped, they discovered that they had arrived in a valley formed by thousands of feet of ice.
Strangely enough, under this deep valley, there is a large ravine that runs from east to west, about ten feet high, and stretches to the left and right with no end in sight.
And there were gusts of cold wind blowing out of it for no reason, changing the direction of the white snow in the sky.
"In the past, mountains and rocks were mostly cracked vertically except for human actions. Now this horizontal crack is here, and it can sustain this thousand-foot glacier for ten thousand years. It's incredible... Mirage Ancestor, show your bottom, right?" Lan Feng said.
The corner of Mirage Ancestor's mouth was slightly raised, and he pointed the crystal blue scepter in his hand in front of the crack and said: "Little partridge, watch carefully. This is not a crack, this is the mouth of Xuan Yu!" As soon as the words fell, Lan Feng and Hong Hai'er Their hearts skipped a beat, this answer was something they had not expected.
Hong Hai'er said: "Xuan Yu's Mouth? Why did Mirage Ancestor bring us here? Could it be that before the God-killing plan has been completed, they want us to become this plate of Chinese food?" Mirage Ancestor said: "You exploited the old body's flaw in Chenyu Palace. Don't you just want me to take you to find Xuan Yu? Why, now you want to regret it?" Lan Feng turned and looked at Hong Hai'er and said, "Mirage Ancestor, please lead the way." Mirage Ancestor said: "If you want to see Xuan Yu, You have to rely on your own ability to keep up with me. Don't say I didn't remind you, the cold wind here is the breath of the mysterious turtle. As far as I know, the mysterious turtle changes every half a month when it breathes. I hope our luck will not be too bad. , don’t catch him when he’s taking a breath. If you are sucked into his belly, even the phoenix fire won’t be able to ignite.” After saying that, Mirage Ancestor sacrificed the crystal blue sand dust and flew into the ravine.
When Lan Feng and the other two saw this, they didn't hesitate and both followed. As soon as they entered Xuan Yu's mouth, Lan Feng and Hong Hai'er understood what Mirage Ancestor said.
The suddenness of the cold wind greatly exceeded their expectations. No matter how hard I used the Wind-Chasing and Lightning Movement, it would be difficult to move forward under the cold wind, not to mention the chill mixed in the wind.
If these two people hadn't been protected by the original fire, they would have frozen into an ice sculpture in a matter of seconds. As the saying goes, bits and pieces of frost and flying snow are scattered, and Xiaoxiao keeps the wind blowing.
The howling wind is like the rising of a golden sword, and the howling of a lone wolf. I don't know whether it was the frost carried by the wind or the frost carried by the wind, but the flames protecting these two people were blown away.
The Mirage Ancestor wrapped the crystal blue dust around her body. When she saw Lan Feng and the others like this, she shouted loudly: "You two, you don't know how thick the sky is and how high the earth is. Fire and water have been incompatible since ancient times. You still try to protect your body with fire energy?!" Lan Feng He boasts that the phoenix fire reaches the sun, but when he encounters the coldness of this mysterious turtle, he is as powerless as cicada wings.
Helpless, he had no choice but to go side by side with Honghaier, collecting the ice and snow from the past and turning them into ice shields to move forward arduously. Lanfeng looked at the bottomless darkness ahead and began to feel uneasy.
This uneasiness was not the fear in his heart, but the pressure from his bloodline. He looked at the ice beneath his feet, and faintly saw the tissue inside Xuan Yu's mouth, which was cuticles that had been blown apart by wind and snow for thousands of years.
In this way, the three of them walked for more than three days. Under the guidance of Mirage Ancestor, several people finally found a trace of yellow light in the mouth of this huge mysterious turtle.
Another day was approaching, and I saw from a distance that the source of the yellow light was actually a crystal clear crystal.
The stone is three feet six feet five inches long and two feet four feet in circumference. There is a gold thread as thick as a thumb lingering in it.
This stone poked out from the ice covering the Xuan Yu's upper jaw, lighting up the dark sky like a beacon.
Only then did Lan Feng realize that the stone contained an aura that was different from Xuan Yu's power.
Mirage Ancestor spread his hands, summoned the crystal blue sand dust, and lifted several people up to the crystal stone. Lanfeng looked at the yellow crystal stone and said: "This kind of aura is not the power of Xuan Yu, nor is it the aura of the gods and demons, but this feeling seems familiar..."
"The power of chaos..." Mirage Ancestor spoke,
"This is one of the five-color crystals that Nuwa found before patching the sky, the yellow stone. There are five colors of crystals to patch the sky, blue, red, yellow, white, and black. Each stone has a special ability . And the yellow stone has the ability to communicate with the soul. What we see in front of us is just a small fragment. It is also because of this piece of yellow stone that Nuwa and the mysterious turtle are closely connected."
"So, Mirage Ancestor wants me to communicate with Xuan Yu through this yellow stone?" Lan Feng said. Mirage Ancestor said: "Little Partridge, your growth over the years has allowed me to see the shadow of the first generation of demon kings, but you seem to be walking a road they have never walked. I don't know what the ending of this road will be. , but things must come to an end. As for me, I really want to see what this old friend looks like now. Finally, I would like to remind you that the last time I came to see him was Mo Yun, and he lost an eye because of it. ." Lanfeng took a deep breath and stretched out his hands towards the yellow stone.
The Mirage Ancestor was not idle either. She told Red Boy to protect Lan Feng, then threw the crystal blue cane into the air and shouted: "Ice Crystal Conch Shield!" In an instant, a mirage grew around the yellow stone. A ten-foot-round ice crystal conch wrapped the three people in it to protect them from the erosion of ice and snow.
As for Lan Feng, the moment his hands touched the yellow stone, he felt a bone-chilling chill deep in his soul.
Then, he lost consciousness...
"Holy Infant, now you need to pass your Samadhi True Fire Yang into Lan Feng's heart to remind him to use the phoenix fire in his soul to protect his body?" Mirage Ancestor said.
After hearing this, the red boy said softly: "Lingzhu, do it." The red light surged from the horns on Red Boy's forehead, and a layer of flames floated in front of his face, like a mask.
This is the face of Tianhuo Lingzhu. Since breaking free from the Seven-Star Lotus Chain, Tianhuo Lingzhu has shared a body with Honghai'er. The two have merged into one, and their strength has also been significantly improved.
The mysterious face of the spirit bead appeared, and he opened his mouth and stretched out an arm, then pointed his sword at Lan Feng's heart.
"Uh...ah!!!" In the darkness, Lan Feng suddenly woke up, just like the monster dream he had in that midsummer night.
He raised his hands, and the coldness made him tremble uncontrollably. Fortunately, a little fire burning in his chest woke him up.
"Samadhi True Fire Yang?" Lan Feng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it must be Hong Hai'er who was protecting him in reality.
As a result, Lan Feng took out the original phoenix fire in the soul to replace the true fire of Samadhi. In this way, it can be regarded as a response to Honghai'er that he is fine.
Just looking at the golden flame in his heart made Lan Feng think of the spirit of Yinghuo. That day when rescuing Mo Yun and others in the East China Sea, Yinghuo was pierced through the heart by Taishang Laojun with Taiyi's hand. Now Lan Feng can only vaguely feel that Yinghuo still has a breath, and he doesn't know if he can survive it.
While Lan Feng was pondering, an old man's angry shout came from the darkness: "It seems that the last trick did not satisfy you. What are you going to leave behind today?!" Lan Feng was stunned. , before he could ask, he saw countless pieces of ice pouring out from under his feet and attacking him.
These ices are like sharp swords, whipping up a storm and instantly enveloping the mist wind. After experiencing the last expedition to the bottom of the Underworld, Lanfeng did not dare to be too big, so he immediately tore off three phoenix feathers, turned the feathers into sparks, and shot out in all directions with himself as the center.
"Jingqiu Wu!" The collision of ice and fire blasted a gap in the ice storm, and Lan Feng also took advantage of the situation and rushed out.
But the ice refused to let go and followed Lan Feng's figure. In desperation, Lan Feng had no choice but to upgrade his wind-chasing and lightning-moving body technique to one that uses fire as the medium.
"Extremely ill" status. As the fire light wandered around, it finally distanced itself from the ice. Lan Feng took this opportunity to turn the phoenix fire into a halberd, and wanted to step forward to fight the ice, but suddenly he felt his body sink, and the phoenix fire in his hand collapsed, falling straight into the darkness!
The feeling of weightlessness became stronger, and Lanfeng's wings and flying body movements were useless, until he saw a huge ice palm appearing and pinching him tightly!
"Burning Soul Qingjia!" Lanfeng shouted, and the golden phoenix flames instantly covered his body, but the ice palm did not seem to be afraid of the phoenix flames. The burning phoenix flames did not immediately melt the ice on it, but only evaporated the frost on its surface into gas. .
Now that Lan Feng is a soul body, only the original phoenix fire can be used. Even chasing the wind and lightning also relies on the power of phoenix fire.
He looked at the bursts of white smoke, and a plan suddenly came to his mind. The phoenix fire expanded several times in an instant, while the gas generated by the ice fire was wrapped in the soul-burning armor by the misty wind.
In this way, the gas gradually filled every gap in the ice palm. Gradually, as the pressure of these gases increased, the ice palm holding Lan Feng began to loosen.
Seeing that the time had come, Lan Feng shouted
"break"! The gas that had accumulated for a long time was like explosives and blew up half of the ice palm! The broken ice crystals seemed to have no intention of letting Lan Feng go, and turned into ice swords again in the darkness to attack him.
"Aren't you bothered? Are you bothered? Since I'm here alone, am I here to fight with you, a turtle?!" Anger started in his heart, and the golden phoenix flames also filled his body with Lan Feng's anger.
When those thousands of ice swords were frozen in the air, a golden flame bird stood proudly in the darkness!
This firebird shimmered with green and red wings, and a bunch of golden feathers on its forehead were burning brightly. Lan Feng finally showed his true body in the form of soul
"Bifang". As Bi Fangniao appeared, the ice offensive also stopped. The surrounding ice swords and ice palms melted, forming an ice crystal stone platform at Bi Fangniao's feet.
Snowflakes floated in the darkness, falling bit by bit on Bifangniao, gradually dissipating the anger in his heart.
The golden flame dissipated, Lanfeng's legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground on one knee. He gasped: "Why, are you going to such great lengths just to find out who I am?"
"Blue fire, wind, thunder, green snow, blue-tailed peacock and golden-winged roc, phoenixes raise nine young. Only direct descendants of phoenixes can inherit the phoenix fire, and I have never seen your phoenix fire." The old man's voice It rang again, but this time, the tone was much softer.
"What kind of bird are you?" the old man asked. Lanfeng sighed and said with a smile: "The son of Luanfeng is Bi Fangniao. His worldly name is Lanfeng."
