Chapter 421 Yan Luoting

The footsteps did not stop faintly. The red dust walked on the sand in the old days. He realized the thoughts of the world, and in a blink of an eye, he walked to Yan Luoting.

Who is forcing me? Who is going to force me?

The world is vast, the towering trees dozens of feet high have fallen, the roof of the house has been cut off, and the deep pit of the nest shows the tragedy of the war.

A wisp of breeze leaks from the cracks between the tree and the tree. When it blows on my face, I always feel a trace of numbness. Feichen stared at the corpses and debris on the ground, and couldn't help trembling.

A thousand years ago, the roar when the body was devoured by the infinite sky, constant memories and invasion of the mind, the sad pain and roar suddenly surged up from the heart.

Millions of years of loneliness, the explosion of loneliness occupied the brain in an instant, and Feichen's eyes were red and roared at the sky!

"Who is it!! Who is going to force me!!" The roar suddenly shocked the whole world, and the trees around them cackled one after another.

Yuxia looked at this scene and was stunned. She had seen madness, but she had never seen this kind of cry full of infinite emotional conflict and lifelong entanglement. At this moment, her heart is also full of suspense. Who slaughtered the whole Jiutian Sword Valley?

Feichen's feet are on this ground withered branches and leaves. The depression is unimaginable for ordinary people. When he raises his eyes, it is full of waste land. Countless disciples have died. What kind of power and magic power can this be made?

Among the official disciples of Jiutian Sword Valley, none of them is not in the Feixian period. Ru Jiantian, the leader, is the peak strength of the middle period of Tianxian. And not to mention the strength of this leader, after so many years of operation, the strength of the strong hand raised in Jiutian Sword Valley is also above Ru Jiantian. However, they all disappeared, leaving only a group of low-level and middle-level disciples' corpses, and the tree of heaven and earth planted next to Tianmen and had been cut into two sections.

This tree of heaven and earth was originally tall and majestic, growing sporadic leaves, but now it has long been dilapidated and is no different from others.

The Presbyterian Palace, no.

The head of the pavilion, no.

There is no holy place for swordsmen...

Feichen searched inch by inch on the ground, but no clue was found. There are too many potholes on the ground, and the ashes left by the fierce magic power are everywhere. I don't know how many bodies are left without even shadows...

It was not until he reached the edge of the Jiutian Sword Valley that he found a dead person.

Feichen was at a loss and looked at the trembling body, which had been cut in half, and his face was like frost.

This man was supposed to be dead, but he didn't. He struggled under the towering tree. The body trembled, as if to close its eyes at any time and go to Jiuyou.

"Ru Qintian..." Feichen read the name, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Yun...Yunfei...Chen." Ru Qintian said the name slowly, and his voice was hoarse as if he hadn't eaten for many days. His blood had already dried up, and his face was as pale as a bright moon. The green robe had already dyed his blood red.

He did not see the arrival of Feichen, but he could hear the voice of this person who had always been competing as his opponent. Even after a long time, Feichen's voice full of desolation and hatred still lingered in his heart.

"Where's your sister! Tell me where your sister went!!" Seeing that the other party recognized him, Feichen leaned over anxiously, and a few rays hit his body.

"It's useless. My life has long disappeared... Because it contains a leaf of life... I can survive... Sister..." Ru Qintian's obedient and superior face has long been covered with white, and now he only has the endless words he wants to say.

"Take your time...say it." Feichen frowned gently and tried to untie the strange smell that could not be condensed in the wound, and a bottle of life in his hand was poured into his wound. However, the wound could not heal any more. It could be seen that it was caused by a cruel and domineering sword, just like the four swords of the Jade Dynasty. In addition to absorbing the evil spirit, there was no mercy at all. What is the cure?

"Uh..." The pulp of life entered the body, and there was a cold pain, and the whole wound withered.

Feichen's face condensed, and he decisively stretched out his hand, and cut off the pieces of meat that touched the agar of life with a flick of his finger. This strange breath actually has a reaction to life!

"It's all dead... My sister is also dead... Father... Mother, also..." The part of the withered meat was cut off. Ru Qintian had a throbbing pain. He reluctantly said the last sentence, closed his eyes, and the breath also disappeared...

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about! What sister is dead? Why did you die!? How did you die?!" Feichen's eyes were round, and the tiger stared at Ru Qintian. His heart seemed to be entangled, elongated and knotted...

"Hey! Wake up!" Feichen shook Ru Qintian, but the other party had already lost his breath. Opening his mouth, the leaves of heaven and earth that had melted more than half of the earth had long disappeared.

Looking at Feichen confused about waking up the other party, Yuxia glanced at the scenery around her and turned around and said in a low voice, "He is dead... It seems that the wound..."

"What does it seem like? Come on!" Feichen stood up, and the aggressive momentum in his eyes shocked Yuxia Zhengdao.

"The former... predecessor is angry... This... This wound is like the sword spirit of Li Qingxuan, the ancestor of Qingxuanmen, and this sword spirit is insoluble!" Yuxia Zhengdao was shocked by the sudden roar. She didn't expect that Feichen, who was originally a good person, would lose his temper.

"It's Li Qingxuan! It's Qing Xuanmen!!" Feichen gritted his teeth and touched the heartstrings. Buddha also has real fire. Now his mentality is much more indifferent than before, but he has been provoked like this three or four times. He has long been angry, but he wants to see people and dies to see corpses. Now Ru Jiantian and his master have also disappeared. He has not gone into madness as before. Instead It is the intersection of quickly calculating all kinds of things.

However, next, Feichen's consciousness covering almost thousands of miles caught a few strong breaths hidden. This perception made his eyes suddenly rise.

"Who!" As soon as Feichen turned his head, with a sound, the sword appeared in his hand. With a kick under his feet, people have disappeared into the air. The speed is so fast that after seeing the blurred figure, no one can no longer be found.

"Disappeared..." Yuxia muttered and reached out her hand to touch the place where Feichen disappeared. Even she could not see the other party's speed and direction of movement. It can be seen that Feichen's speed was already in such a terrible situation. Although she did not find it at the moment when Feichen found out, she also caught it under the reminder of Feichen. The position of these people is related to the rise and death of the right path. Naturally, she did not dare to neglect, but she disappeared in three tones.