Chapter 290 Reunion of father and son, like stranger

The hole is very dark, or it has reached a point where you can't see your fingers. Prince Xueji can move forward smoothly by exploring the way with his divine knowledge.

The deeper the cave, the more the gusty wind is, and the more cold it is, and the air is filled with a strong musty smell. If it hadn't been for the last time I heard Feng Ran's voice outside the cave, I would have believed that Feng Ran would have been in such a cave.

With the continuous deepening, a light was faintly visible in the dark. Seeing this, the prince Xueji quickly accelerated his pace to the light source.

The light was projected from a stone door. The prince stood outside the stone door and looked inside along the gap, and then used internal force to push the stone door open.

The first time he entered the stone gate, he saw a platform in the corner of the stone room, and the most difficult thing for him to move was the figure sitting cross-legged on the platform.

Although the clothes are neat, they look a little old, with long black and white hair scattered on their shoulders, pale to a bloodless face, and a actor with heavy makeup. The closed eyes seemed to be asleep.

The original brisk pace became as difficult to move as a heavy iron bondage when he saw the man. The prince looked at the people on the platform in disbelief, looking down along the face, with a slight bulge at the skirt of his clothes. The hand was unconsciously clenched into a fist.

I used to be young and energetic. God, respected by the three worlds.

It's just that after more than a thousand years of seeing you again, the famous wind god in the three worlds will fall like this.

Step by step, there is no joy of reunion, only a piece of sadness. Feng Ran is so late that he has come for a thousand years. Why doesn't he be sad for the wind? Why don't you feel pain for the wind?

The person who had been sitting cross-legged seemed to notice something. He could see the pupils rotating under his closed eyelids, and then he slowly opened his eyes to see someone. At the moment when he saw the prince Xueji's appearance, Fengran was stunned in an instant.

"You...how did you come here?" Feng Ran looked at the prince Xueji in disbelieably and met the sad eyes of the prince Xueji. He turned his head and stopped looking at him. There was no emotion on his face, but said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Mr. Xueji stepped towards Fengran and approached the edge of the platform. He said, "Save you."

"I don't need anyone to save me." Feng Ran turned his head, closed his eyes, and his hoarse voice sounded again, "Go away and leave Da'a Mountain immediately before the two brothers find you."

"Since I'm here, I want to get you out."

"I am willing to bear all this, and there is no salvation. Leave immediately." Feng Ran was a little angry.

"Are you willing to bear it?" Unexpectedly, the prince Xueji smiled silently, especially bitterly, "Are you willing to bear it to atone for your two brothers, Xiaoji and Qianye brothers? Fengran, you can't bear this sin clearly. If it can't be solved, are you going to bear the pain here forever?

The wind with closed eyes did not answer.

In the Great Temple, Feng Yu and Feng Lang are waiting for the arrival of Lan Ge, in addition to Feng Shaoyue.

And Feng Yu and Feng Lang seemed to be discussing something. Hearing that Lan Ge had arrived, they also ended the dialogue. Feng Lang got up to welcome Lan Ge. Feng Yu was still sitting still and looked majestic.

The elegant figure came, and Lan Ge nodded slightly to show his respect. Although Lan Ge is a descendant, both of them are the lord of the fairy mountain in heaven, and their identities are not high or low, but they are spared from those etiquette.

"I don't know why God sent people to look for Lan Ge?" Lan Ge asked Fenglang, but he didn't seem to care about Feng Yu, who was still sitting. If it hadn't been for the father and son's obstruction, he would not have been removed from the position of ruler by the Emperor of Heaven. Lan Ge never cared about it, but he knew in his heart that the two would never be friendly.

Fenglang's temperament has always been modest. Looking at Lan Ge, he also seemed a little happy. He said, "I'm looking for you to deal with the demon world tomorrow. Feng Yu and I are uncertain about one thing and want to ask your opinion."

Lange smiled and said, "I don't know what decision will make the two gods so troublesome?"

"Naturally, it's about thousands of nights." Leng Su's voice came from behind them. Lan Ge looked at the sound source and saw that Feng Yu still looked solemn, and his tone was naturally extremely cold.

"After all, Qianye is the son of my Da Ashan Fengran. No matter how he is punished, he should return to my Da Ashan to deal with it. This time, I just want to ask Xianzun to give it to me after getting Qianye. I don't know what Xianzun's intention?" Although he was asking a question, his tone was hard, like an order.

After listening to it, Lan Ge shook his head and smiled, "Lange understands the meaning of God, but this is not what Lan Ge can do. The damage caused by Qianye to the heavenly world can not only be made up for by subduing it. His life and his death are related to the whole heaven. Lan Ge can't abandon the world based on personal grudges alone. Lan Ge can only be sorry.

"Is the immortal's intention not to hand over thousands of nights?"

"It's not that you can't hand it in, but that you can't hand it in." Lan Ge's attitude is as firm. Regardless of whether he really wants to kill Qianye, the letter given to him by the White Emperor is enough for him to do so. Da Ashan once tortured him and mutilated him a little. If Qianye really wants to fall into their hands, will he still live?

Feng Yu looked directly at Lan Ge coldly. There was no such person who was the kindness of his future son-in-law. His eyes fell on the broken arm of Feng Shaoyue, who was also angry, and his eyes were even more indifferent. "Since you are so persistent, I won't say more. At that time, I will tell His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

"Then I hope God can do what he wants." Lan Ge smiled with a harmless and modest attitude, and looked sideways at Feng Lang again. Just as he was about to ask Feng Shaoling, who came back not long ago, a disciple outside the hall suddenly ran in. Feng Yu was already in a bad mood. As soon as he saw someone so rude, he shouted coldly at the disciple, "There are no rules. Don't you see any outsiders?"

The disciple came forward and knelt down in front of Feng Lang and said in a trembling voice, "Disciples... I will worship the two gods and the immortals."

"Hmm." Feng Yu snorted coldly, but Feng Lang was not very emotional. What must have happened when this disciple was so flustered, so he asked, "What's so flustered?

The disciple crawled on the ground and dared not look up at Feng Yu, "Qi... to report to God that someone broke into the back mountain stone room."

"What?" Feng Yu and Feng Lang were stunned at the same time. After looking at each other, they immediately flew to the back mountain. Lan Ge's heart is unknown, and he is also a little worried when he hears, but after all, this is someone else's family matter, and it is still difficult for him to participate in. Unexpectedly, Feng Shaoyue, who had been silent, suddenly came forward and sneered, "Don't Xianzun want to know who came to Da'ashan to save Uncle Fengran? Shaoli has always respected and loved this uncle very much. Doesn't Xianzun need to take care of him together?

Knowing that Feng Shaoyue deliberately provoked, Lan Ge was not angry, but smiled faintly, "In this case, it's better for me to obey than to obey."

"You..." Before Feng Shaoyue could say anything, Lan Geren had drifted away like the wind. Feng Shaoyue looked at Lan Ge's back with angry eyes. His heart was endlessly angry. His left arm clenched his fist, and his hateful eyes were as sharp as the sword. He only said fiercely in his heart: "Lange, one day , I will let you taste all the pain I have suffered."

With a grim smile, Feng Shaoyue glanced at the creeping disciple on the ground, and then rushed to the back mountain.

Somewhere in the ethereal fairy mountain, Canglan directly climbed to the top of Da'a Mountain with the scenes seen in the memory of thousands of nights in the past. The nine-day clouds are illusory and confused, covering this fairy mansion in a fantasy. The towering palace stands as majestic as in memory, and the marble in the wide square in front of the hall shines brightly.

In order to avoid being discovered, Canglan tried to hide her breath, learned from a disciple where the back mountain was, and stunned the man before rushing to the back mountain.

At that time, at the gate of the cave behind the mountain, the prince Xueji was holding the weak wind and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as the two walked to the begonia tree, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up the flat ground to prevent them from going. The begonia on the ground was blown up by the strong wind, and their faces gradually turned pale.

Two bright lights in the sky fell directly in front of the prince Xueji from afar. Only when they saw the true face did they know that it was the two people who were the wind.

Prince Xueji held Fengran with one hand, freed out the magic sword with the other, and looked straight at the intersection ahead with sharp eyes, looking very solemn.

Compared with Feng Ran, he was very weak because of the lock of the pipa bone, and his true qi also disappeared. In addition to a breath, he really only had sores and pain.

For the sake of those two people, he is willing to endure all the pain, hoping that he can still make it.

Feng Yu and the two were also very surprised to see the prince Xueji. They obviously did not expect that the prince Xueji was still alive and would appear in Da'a Mountain.

"Son Xueji, you are not dead?" Feng Lang asked incredulously, and Fang Buddha still couldn't come back to his senses. His eyes inadvertently fell on Fengran's pale and sick face, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

Mr. Xueji held Feng Ran and sneered, "Fenglang is calm. You are very disappointed that I'm still alive."

"Your life and death have nothing to do with me." The eyes that had been falling on Fengran never moved away. Fenglang said in a low voice, "But I will never allow you to take Fengran away."

At the end of the words, two figures appeared in the sky at the same time. It was Lan Ge and Feng Shaoyue.

Feng Ran could only rely on the support of Prince Xueji to stand reluctantly. He looked at Feng Lang and Feng Yu with his eyes half closed, which made the bloodless face more desolate. But at the moment when he saw Lan Ge, his dead look fluctuated a little. He tried to open his eyes to see the man's appearance. However, due to his physical weakness, he could only look at the person in the distance feebly, and all kinds of pain and sadness surged into his heart in an instant.

Qianyue? Is it really Qianyue? The child who used to play under his knees, the child who used to call his father around him, and Qianyue, who once regarded himself as life, is really the person in front of him? Qianyue, after more than a thousand years, do you still remember the joy of family in the city of fantasy? Do you remember your beloved father?

The deep and sad eyes made Lan Ge feel inexplicably sad. The chaotic thoughts are constantly knocking on the depths of his brain. Obviously, there are thousands of stormy waves about to surge out, but they are forcibly blocked by something.

He wants to figure it out, but he can't figure it out.

Mr. Xueji couldn't care about Lan Ge. At this moment, he just wanted to take Feng Ran away from Da Ashan, looked back at Feng Ran, and then said to Feng Yu, "But today, I must also take Feng Ran away."

"Sir Xueji, you are no longer a person who hates the sky, and what qualifications do you have to take away my Da Ashan?" Feng Yu came forward with his hands on his back and looked serious: "Put down Feng Ran. I won't hurt your life and give it to Tianzun. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

When Prince Xueji heard the words, it turned out to be a sneer, and the man's hair was creepy, full of anger and hatred, "Relentless? I'm afraid you have been unscrupulous for your purpose, haven't you?

"Son Xueji." Feng Lang suddenly shouted coldly, "As long as you leave Feng Ran, Da Ashan will not embarrass you."

Fenglang, who has no intention of embarrassing the prince Xueji, only hopes that the other party can leave early.

But is Xueji such an easy person to give up? He has prepared for the worst when he comes here, and how can he put Feng Ran down and escape alone? In the face of the obstruction of the two, Prince Xueji did not want to talk too much. What's more, Fengran has become weaker and weaker since he left the cave. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable.

Handing the sword tightly, the prince Xueji looked at Fenglang and said, "You want me to leave Fengran unless I die."

"But with such a wind, you can't escape at all." Feng Yu told a truth.

The prince Xueji did not answer, but the person beside him stood up straight and walked to the front, swaying his floating pace, and the figure as thin as a bone, like the candle in the wind would disappear at any time.

"Two brothers...cough..." There was a cough, but he still insisted, "Please let me leave for half a day. After the matter is handled, I...cough... I will definitely come back... plead with the two brothers..."

What kind of experience and torture can make a profound god look like today? How much has he endured? Who knows?

Fenglang took two steps forward and frowned and looked at Fengran with great concern: "According to your current physical condition, the root is not suitable to leave Da'a Mountain. What is there to make it worth embarrassing yourself like this?"

The wind was powerless to smile, and his eyes swept over the wind and fell on Lan Ge, smiling gently and lovingly, "One... very important thing... please... please allow me... one last time, please..."

The hand holding the sword was exposed with blue veins. Prince Xueji looked deeply at the weak back of the man in front of him and couldn't wait to take it back to the demon world immediately.

Feng Lang was helpless. Looking back at Feng Yu, he knew that the other party not only did not care at all, but became colder and colder. In the face of Feng Ran's begging, he completely turned a blind eye to it. The words are still indifferent: "Fengran, it's good for the sake of not letting you leave. If you insist, I, as a brother, will really be ruthless."

"For so many years, why are you still so... unhuman?"

"I'm not human?" Feng Yu was obviously angered by this sentence. He looked at Feng Ran coldly, "If it hadn't been for you, how could Da Ashan have come to where he is today? For a thousand years, I thought you had reformed and planned to announce your return to Da'a Mountain when Shaoli got married, but I didn't expect you to be so unrepentant. Fengran, you have made me waste more than a thousand years of painstaking efforts.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yu's hand had gathered true anger, "Since you don't care about the brotherhood between you and me, I have nothing to say."

After saying, Feng Yuren has used his true spirit and went straight to Fengran. Seeing this, the prince Xueji immediately came forward with his sword and protected Fengran behind him, and toughly confronted Feng Yu's palm.

They are all immortals with profound cultivation. At the moment of collision between the sword and palm, an arbitrary force instantly exploded around. Fengyu is the god of Da'a Mountain. His strength is extraordinary, and this palm is just the first test. Prince Xueji's cultivation is not low, but he also has some scruples about protecting the wind behind him from being hurt by the true qi, so he can't fight wholeheartedly. The stalemate has become invincible for a moment, and Fengran has the intention to help, but this body is not up to him. People who are even very difficult to stand, let alone help the prince Xueji.

Fenglang has no intention of helping Feng Yu, just because this strength is self-evident. The reason why Feng Yu has been deadlocked is that he has given Fenglang the opportunity to take away Fengran, but Fenglang also understands it. While Prince Xueji was in a entanglement, he immediately walked in the direction of Fengran.

When Lan Ge saw this situation, he sneered and said that the two brothers were really cooperative.

Seeing that Feng Lang was about to approach Feng Ran, the prince who sensed his motivation immediately withdrew his sword to protect Feng Ran, and Feng Yu also hit him directly on the back of the prince Xue Ji because there was no resistance. This palm was so powerful that the prince Xueji was knocked down on the mountain wall and then fell heavily.

Feng Ran didn't have time to check the prince's injury. Feng Yu had hit again as if he had taken advantage of the wind. He stabbed the prince Xueji with a real gas sword in his hand, which was about to take the prince's life. Feng Ran wanted to move forward but was stopped by Feng Lang and could only watch the tragedy happen.

At this moment, the petals on the begonia tree floated, the clouds covered the sun, and the sky and the earth faded.

Lange's memory of Prince Xueji has only remained in the piano, and he inevitably felt compassion. He wanted to save him, but he saw a figure in white suddenly appear in the distance and directly met the galloping sword.

The blurred figure came with an endless murderous atmosphere. The sharp sword pierced the thin sword body and burst into a dazzling brilliance. Although the latter was careful to block, she was also in a hurry to fight. In the face of the strong strength of the other party, she was forced to retreat helplessly. But the heart of saving people has long been better than others. It is necessary to mention another three points of spiritual power and is bound to repel Feng Yu.

Just when several people outside the war doubted the identity of the visitors, they only heard a sound in the battle. The two figures retreated a few steps, and the sword in Feng Yu's hand broke in mid-air.