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    Feng Ziyin, the beauty of the world is not inferior to that of Xue Yan, and she has a calm temperament. She is not as outgoing as Xue Yan, nor is she as strong as Hong Xu.  She is calm and indifferent, but will never be ignored.  "Zi Yin, how are you after hundreds of years of separation?" "How do you feel about me?" Feng Ziyin burst into tears. For hundreds of years, she has been waiting here day and month, and she even forgot that she was waiting.  Original intention here.  Xiao Chen was silent, and for a while he sighed quietly: "Why not ascend?" "Ascend? How do you want me to face you?" Feng Ziyin raised his head, a little hopeful, but also a little resentful.  "Ziyin, actually you can" A finger gently pressed Xiao Chen's lips: "Xiao Chen, do you know, Hongxu is dead." "What?" Xiao Chen's body was shocked, and his eyes were  The red dress emerged, and the beauty's words were still in his ears: "There are thousands of love threads, and they wrap around my heart." "Red catkins!" Xiao Chen felt a pain in his heart, as if he had lost something, maybe many things, only  Only at the moment of loss do you realize your regret, only then do you realize that it has been engraved in your bones.  "This is the handwriting left by Hongxu." Feng Ziyin handed a piece of silk to Xiao Chen.  Xiao Chen silently took it, his tentacles were warm and soft, and there was a faintly intoxicating sweet fragrance. Xiao Chen was very familiar with this fragrance, which was unique to Hongxu.  Gently spread the silk, and only a strand of hair was placed on the snow-white silk.  Xiao Chen picked it up with his fingers and looked at the hair on his fingertips, his whole body fell into a daze.  Feng Ziyin sighed quietly, turned around and left, Hongxu, Hongxu, how much I envy you sometimes, death is also a kind of relief.  "The past is like smoke, and the past is like a dream." Xiao Chen gently closed the silk in his hand, and inadvertently, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.  Hongxu, I have failed you after all!  Xiao Chen turned around and walked out of Mingyue Pavilion and began to walk towards the back mountain. The Human Emperor Religion originally did not have a back mountain, but since Xuanyuan came out of seclusion, he built a thatched house on the side of the balcony of the Human Emperor Religion for himself and Feng Ling to live.  This time, Xiao Chen came to the lower world to join the Imperial Religion. The most important thing was to find Xuanyuan and find a way for Fuxi to reshape his past body.  "Xiao Chen, my disciple, you are not enjoying the blessings of the supreme leader in the immortal world, but you come to see me, an old man. You must have something important, right?"  His face turned red and he felt uncomfortable sitting down.  "Okay, Xiao Chen comes here once in a while, do you have to tease him like this?" Feng Ling smiled, served two cups of tea, and gave Xuanyuan a complaining look.  "Ahem" Xuanyuan laughed dryly. In fact, since Xiao Chen joined the Human Emperor Sect, he had discovered that he had somewhat guessed Xiao Chen's intention, but he was still very unsure.  "Disciple, what are you doing this time" "Yes, the purpose of disciple coming to find Master this time is to reconstruct Fuxi's past life." When Xuanyuan heard this, he stood up suddenly, and his whole body couldn't suppress the trembling.  Then he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.  "My disciple, tell me your thoughts. As long as I can help you, I will never say anything!" "Master, I intend to use the soul sutra method of the witch clan and Fuxi's thoughts as a medium to forcibly condense the soul.  , reunited with the past. "Xiao Chen pinched out a ball of dim light from his sleeve robe, which was the cannian accidentally summoned by the soul lamp.  Fuxi gently took it with his palm and felt the residual thoughts, including panic, confusion, fear, and helplessness.  But the familiar feeling in his heart clearly reminded him that this was Fuxi's residual thoughts. Only Fuxi's residual thoughts could make him feel familiar.  "Yes, it is definitely Fuxi's residual thoughts, and his mental power is still very strong." "Okay, that's good." Xiao Chen was overjoyed. He came to look for Xuanyuan. His main purpose was to determine the origin of this residual memory.  Xiao Chen once again told Xuanyuan his plan in detail. After Xuanyuan heard it, he immediately made a decision and gave his full support.  Three days later, Xiao Chen and Xuanyuan were sitting cross-legged on the Yin balcony of the Human Emperor's Church. There was a jade butterfly in the middle. The jade butterfly was covered with yellow talisman paper, distributed in a Bagua shape. In the middle of the Bagua talisman paper was the faint mass.  Light.  And the entire Yin Yang balcony was set up with a enchantment array, and countless blood lines were painted on it. These blood lines were crooked and looked weird and terrifying, but their aura was overbearing and arrogant.  These two contradictions overlapped together, but they appeared so harmonious and natural. These blood lines were carved by Xiao Chen using the blood of eighty-two kinds of rare animals.  There is a saying among them, which is also recorded in the Soul Sutra.Eighty-two is the soul condensation technique. Xiao Chen did this so that it would be smoother when condensing Fuxi's soul.  These blood patterns are combined together.  The Eighty-Two Heavenly Evil Soul Condensing Formation was the result of Xiao Chen and Xuanyuan's three days of non-sleep.  It can also be said that it is the strongest embodiment of the master-disciple formation!  "My disciple, I didn't expect that after you became the supreme saint, you would still go against the way of heaven." Xuanyuan looked at the dense blood patterns around him and sighed faintly.  "Master, the whole journey of cultivation is to fight against the sky, so why should you be afraid?" Xiao Chen raised his hands, and the blood lines on the entire Yin Yang balcony lit up, and began to slowly float, thousands of blood lines, in the  Dancing back and forth on the balcony, the surging blood and light connected together to form an inexplicable pattern.  Seeing this, Xuanyuan clasped his hands together and began to make the secrets quickly. He quickly typed out the mysterious words one by one, and also recited the Eighty-Two Heavenly Evil Soul Condensing Formation in his mouth.  ¡°Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo¡­¡± Between the heaven and the earth, there were cries of ghosts and gods, and gusts of wind. When Xiao Chen saw this, his eyebrows lit up, a mysterious light passed through his fingertips, and two drops of blood fell into the dim light in the middle.  Fuxi is the Holy Emperor of the Human Race, so Xiao Chen uses the blood of the Human Emperor to increase Can Nian¡¯s spiritual power and condense the soul of the past.  "The wind is coming, the wind is coming, why don't you come back." Fuxi started to sing the songs of Fuxi's hometown while doing Xuanjue.  The blood streaks floating on the Yin Balcony are getting brighter and brighter, and the wonderful rules seem to connect the existence of one place. The light of heaven and earth flourishes, and the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling echoes throughout the Human Emperor Religion.  At the same time, the entire human world was covered with blood, as if someone had triggered the wrath of heaven.  Hongjun, who was studying the way of heaven in Yuxu Palace, frowned and woke up from his trance. With a few calculations, he knew the beginning and end of the matter.  "Xiao Chen, Shuzi, you have violated my heavenly law several times, and you really regard my heavenly law as nothing!" Hongjun was furious at the moment: with a wave of the fly whisk in his hand, he was in the void of the Imperial Religion.  "Xiao Chen, Xuanyuan, who gave you the courage to violate my laws of heaven repeatedly." Hongjun waved his sleeves and a big moon fell on the spot. The whole moon was exactly the lunar star in the sky.  The power can overwhelm the supreme saint.  Xiao Chen felt the supreme pressure, frowned, turned his head and said to Xuanyuan: "Master, Mr. Hongjun, let me stop you from presiding over the Eighty-Two Heavenly Evil Soul Condensing Array." "Okay, apprentice.  Just go ahead and leave this place to your master." Xuanyuan knew that he had no chance of winning against Hongjun, and only Xiao Chen could compete with this Hunyuan saint.  He agreed without raising his head at that moment, but his hands were not slow and he was playing Xuanjue methodically. The Eighty-Two Heavenly Evil Soul Condensing Formation became brighter and brighter, and the blood lines even oozed out the strong smell of blood.  And the dim light in the white dish also began to condense, and a humanoid embryo was vaguely revealed.  At this moment, the big moon came with a roar. Xiao Chen jumped up and turned into a golden light, which directly shattered the big moon.  "Hongjun, you are really nosy." Xiao Chen held the Eight Trigrams Exquisite Demon Refining Tower in his hand and stood in the sky. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty. At his level, killing other saints was like pinching a dog.  .  Only the Hongjun in front of him can make him have the desire to fight!  But when this kind of look fell in Hongjun's eyes, it turned into naked contempt. Hongjun was immediately furious. With a flip of his wrist, a jade-colored rockery pressed down on Xiao Chen's head.  "Fen Bao Cliff!" Xiao Chen looked at a jade-colored rockery. It was no bigger than a millstone, but its whole body shone with jade-colored luster. The peaks and vegetation were all visible, and there was a pressure of a divine weapon flowing back and forth. This must be a legend.  Fenbao Cliff in the middle.  It is rumored that Fenbaoya is an innate artifact, and it is also an artifact born naturally from heaven and earth. The Eight Diagrams Exquisite Demon Refining Tower like Xiao Chen can only be regarded as an acquired artifact, and the power of the two is somewhat different.  Therefore, Xiao Chen did not dare to neglect at all, and directly used the strongest technique, all techniques returned to the sect, a round of golden Tai Chi diagrams mixed with eighteen battle diagrams, rolling slowly in the palm of his hand like a millstone.  The Fenbao Cliff arrived in an instant, directly smashing Xiao Chen's Tai Chi figure into pieces, and bombarded Xiao Chen's chest without changing its direction.  "Ah!" The heavy pressure and the supreme power of the artifact directly pierced Xiao Chen's chest. When Xuanyuan saw this on the balcony, he felt anxious, but at the critical moment, he could not escape at all.  "Damn it, so what about Saint Hunyuan, I don't believe that I can't defeat you." Xiao Chen knew the gap between himself and Hongjun. This was not only reflected in his cultivation, but also in years. Hongjun's years have been estimated.  The way of heaven, it can be said that every move he makes is the way of heaven.  And oneself and itComparison, after all, is too far behind!  Since this is the case, I can only use my blood to fight against the sky and my supreme spirit to break through the shackles of heaven.  Xiao Chen raised his head to the sky and roared, sweeping out the Eight Trigrams Exquisite Demon Refining Tower in his hand, and the twelve generals from the heavens divided the treasure cliff to cover their heads.  "Hongjun, take your life!" Xiao Chen looked at Fenbaoya being entangled, and then he moved and turned into a thunderbolt, escaping into nothingness.
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