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    In the middle of the night, the sounds of apes continued in the high mountains, and from time to time the roars of birds and animals could be heard.  In the middle of the night, it started to rain heavily. Except for the rustling of the rain on the leaves, the world was quiet.  In the cold night rain, Mu Feng quietly sat cross-legged on the ground without moving.  The clothes on his body were already soaked, the cold heavy rain wet his hair, and waves of chill seeped into his body through his pores.  However, at this moment, he still sat motionless.  Like a stone sculpture, there is no change in the posture.  Under the wash of the night rain, not only was the body not freezing to the bone, but it was getting hotter and hotter, emitting waves of biting heat waves.  The energy and blood in the body are boiling, and traces of dark red evil energy are emitted far away along with the heat wave.  "Heaven and earth are unkind and treat everything like a weak dog. If you want to reach the top, you must treat the heaven and earth like a weak dog!" "The world is unfair, the government has collapsed, and morals have been corrupted. I will rebuild a new world and open up a new era!  "" Mufeng gritted his teeth, held in his breath and wildly pumped up the blood and energy in his body to hit the final hurdle.  Slowly, the Saint Yuan Power in his body became more and more powerful, and the blood and energy in his body became hotter and hotter.  The entire body is like a blazing flame, or a volcano that has been suppressed for millions of years. It is accumulating more and more power and is about to erupt completely.  The cold rain falling on his body not only did not extinguish the power accumulated in his body, but instead made this power become stronger and stronger under the suppression.  Finally, a roar erupted, and the majestic and vast power reappeared in the body, completely exploding the sword energy left in Li Henshui's body in one blow, and unlocked the seal in the body in one fell swoop.  "Shuang'er, Shuang'er" Mufeng jumped up and tore off the black cloth on his face.  When the seal was released and his proud cultivation was restored, his eyes returned to their original state and he could see the light again.  At this moment, there was no time to savor the joy of being reborn after a disaster and regaining one’s cultivation. The first thing he did was to look for Jing Wushuang, who had escorted him all the way here, disguised as an old woman.  Unfortunately, looking around, the surrounding area was empty, except for the corpses of a few men in black robes, and there was no trace of Jing Wushuang.  There was only a thin sheepskin pressed under the bluestone not far away.  Mu Feng walked over and took out the parchment that was pressed under the stone slab. A few lines of beautiful and familiar handwriting appeared in front of him.  "Mu Feng, I'm leaving, don't look for me again. From the day when he inherited Master Murong Bi's mantle and practiced the Poison Heart Sutra, Jing Wushuang has been dead. There is another living dead in the world, Jing Du  ." Looking at the familiar handwriting of Jing Wushuang, Mu Feng's eyes were filled with tears.  The two children who were considerate and dependent on me all the way seemed to appear in front of my eyes, just like whispering in my ears.  However, the words he spoke were cold, chilling people to the core of their bones.  It's like a piece of meat in my heart has been dug away and taken to a distant place, leaving my heart empty.  Although pressed on the bluestone, the thin parchment was still soaked by the cold rain, and many of the writings had begun to blur.  Mu Feng, who was lost and dejected, had no time to think about it and continued reading.  "Once upon a time, I always couldn't figure out why Li Feifei, the ghost mother-in-law, was once called the Saint of Yin Feng. What a beauty and appearance she had. However, why would she one day become neither a human nor a ghost? At that time,  , I have never been able to figure it out." "After many years, Jing Wushuang's handwriting has not changed at all, it is still so graceful, gentle and soft, as if he is worried that the paper will be broken if he writes hard.  Mufeng wiped the rain off his face and continued reading, "Later, I understood, because I also became a person who is neither a human nor a ghost. My face is even scarier than the ghost mother-in-law.  It's terrifying. The Poison Heart Sutra, which is the secret of the Poison Sect, has made my cultivation progress thousands of miles, and my poison skills are unparalleled in the world. However, it also completely shattered my dream.  My only wish is to be with a person all the time, to rub his shoulders when he is tired, and to gently rub his ink when he is reading and writing. Unfortunately, the simplest dreams are the most difficult to realize.  "Jing Wushuang's handwriting is neat and elegant, but there is endless pain and sorrow between the lines.  "Farewell, Mu Feng. When I come out this time, I can hear you call me Shuang'er again. I will die without regrets and fulfill one of my wishes. From now on, no matter how big the world is, I will never have any conflicts in the world.  "Concerned, take care!" The last line was completely soaked and blurred.  But when he touched it gently with his fingertips, Mu Feng still understood what the word was.  After reading it from beginning to end, my eyes couldn't help but become redder and redder as I looked at the handwriting that was wetted by the rain and became increasingly blurry.  The scene where Jing Wushuang and Jing Wushuang called each other repeatedly but were finally forcibly separated across a curtain of water seemed to have happened yesterday.??I remember it vividly.  "No, Shuang'er, no matter what you have become, no matter where you are, I must find you!" Mu Feng put away the parchment in his hand, suddenly stirred up the holy energy in his body, and let out a roar.  The huge blood demon's true form evolved, and he waved his hand to sacrifice the ancient saint-slaying platform.  Hulong, Hulong, Hulonglong The ancient Saint-Slaying Platform swelled in the wind, growing larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, it went from being as big as a palm to being larger than the surrounding mountains.  However, Mu Feng still felt that the speed was too slow. Suddenly he raised his head and let out a long roar, his belly was deeply dented. Then, his belly bulged high, and with a pop, a mouthful of life blood was sprayed on the ancient Saint-Slaying Platform.  In an instant, the high platform was filled with blood and expanded rapidly at an incredible speed, piercing the sky.  The surrounding towering mountains instantly transformed into the foothills of the Saint-Slaying Platform.  With just one leap, Mu Feng stepped onto the majestic Saint-Beheading Platform.  With the vast starry sky above his head and the majestic tower under his feet, he picked up ancient witchcraft techniques. The majestic holy energy in his body was consumed at an alarming rate.  At the same time, the spiritual thoughts grew larger and larger, spreading far and wide in all directions.  It even penetrated the space barriers of the vast world and penetrated into foreign spaces such as the demon world, the demon world, and the ghost world.  A wave of majestic pressure followed. No matter the powerful demon world or the demon world, they all wanted to cut off his spiritual thoughts, or even severely damage his body through the air to prevent his spiritual thoughts from penetrating. 破  Mu Feng bit his tongue and sprayed his blood gas again. At the foot of his feet, he had pierced the sanctuary of the sky, and once again soaring, the suppressed God thought deepened again.  With thousands of hands and thousands of faces, the huge blood demon's real body was filled with blood and energy. Different expressions appeared on every face, and there were signs of breakthrough.  Soon, when the Saint Yuan Power in his body was about to be unsustainable, he sensed a familiar breath in the extremely distant horizon, an extremely weak breath coming from Jing Wushuang, who had transformed into an old woman.  The next moment, he put away the Saint-Slaying Platform and disappeared with a hiss. Following the induction of this breath, he cast the Space-Time Technique and disappeared instantly.
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