Chapter 18: Goodbye

The cycle of life and death, the clouds and smoke, the time is like water, ten thousand years at a glance. Those who are more and more thinking and worried because of missing, at this moment, when you finally have the ability to walk to them, look at their eager eyes, and take them to the spring flowers, what else do you need to wait for? Waiting for a moment is a sin.

Love is a blessing and luck.

There is no doubt that Feng Kui Shou is a collection of thousands of happiness.

He shuttled through the vast universe, through countless worlds, and crossed the sea of stars. It was for the woman who always hugged him in his arms when he was a teenager. He wanted to see the smile and feel the warmth.

Nothing can stop him. Distance, fate can't, God can't!

Under the rule of the Futu Dharma, the world was plagued.

The figure of Feng Kui's head appeared leisurely. He is still the dusty man.

In the disaster world, there is a disaster monsoon all year round, and countless disasters are floating. The whole world has a feeling of smoky. Moreover, the texture of this world is very special. It is the land produced by ancient divine wars, full of disasters, doom, destruction and desire. The Tao derived here is the Tao of disaster, destruction and killing. This is a harsh world and a cruel world. Feng Kui walked in the middle and saw the continuous killing. The aborigines here are aggressive and fierce, and war may break out and fight against each other for any benefit or resource.

Here, it is full of the laws of the jungle. The principles and moral constraints are like the chastity of prostitutes, which have long been thoroughly **. Power is the pass here, and Futuzong is the hegemon here.

Feng Kui first came to the disaster world, and his destination was only to refine the wilderness mountain.

The clothes were imprisoned there.

He can feel the smell of clothes, and he can also feel her. Many years have passed, and that feeling is still so familiar. Many people once said that they were indifferent and ruthless, but Feng Kui never thought so. A person's appearance is always somewhat confusing.

She has lived in a disaster world since she was a child, so she had to be indifferent and ruthless. This kind of indifference and ruthlessness is created by the general environment, and it is precisely because of this indifference and ruthlessness that it has become the root cause of the strength of Futu. If you don't talk about superfluous reasons, first distinguish between life and death, and no problem is a problem.

Simple and direct, cruel.

The guard around the Huangshen Mountain is strict, and the black smoke covering the sky rises, making this area full of the smell of sulfur, like a ghost house.

Refining God Mountain was originally the place where Fu Tuzong cast alchemy stones. There is a purgatory fire burning all year round, and the flame is fierce and burning everything. It is a very rare flame forging metal divine iron. But later it became a prison for imprisoning clothes.

For countless years, the clothes have been burned by the flames here, suffering alone and lonely.

But at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on her expressionless face, and she smiled easily.

The guards around Shenshan, the disciples of Fu Tuzong, and the casting masters have almost never seen a smile. At this moment, I was shocked and surprised. That smile is so beautiful and affectionate. People think that she has gone crazy, stupid, and completely collapsed in the pain of endless years.

Are you finally going to surrender and give up the person who has been dead for countless years?!

She was originally the saint of the Futu Sect. Locked in the mountain of Refining God was a punishment for her and gave her a chance to repent.

The body trembled gently, and there was a layer of water mist in his eyes. He ate and smiled and looked at the distant sky.

Feng Kui appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Such a person appeared on the mountain of Refining God in such an empty space, and no one noticed it.

Those guards and Futu disciples all thought they were dazzled and had hallucinations. They guarded and monitored day and night. This place is not only the place where the saints of Futuzong are imprisoned, but also the treasure refining land and foundry of Futuzong. It is of great significance to Futuzong and is absolutely not allowed to be broken in without permission.

But now, Feng Kuihou appeared on the divine mountain without permission, and all the guards were not aware of it at the first time.

This is simply appalling and has never been seen before.

The clothes are haggard.

The first time Feng Kui saw her, there was a tingling in his heart.

She gently held those hands and hugged her tightly in the fire. The fire was fierce and melted the divine iron. Thunder and lightning bombarded the sky, which was deafening. Feng Kui has understood how much pain she has suffered along the way.

He smiled gently, with tears in his smile.

"Wind, are you coming?"

The dream-like voice is not strange, but extremely kind.

There are some things, even if they are forever, you can't forget them, and you will only cherish them more and more.

The voice of the clothes is soft like a beautiful dream: "Am I dreaming?"

One hand of Feng Kui's head has held the ferocious chain.

Feng Kui whispered, "Yi, this is not a dream. Touch my face!" His voice was already trembling, and he was excited and heartbroken.

The hand of the clothes is dry, as if there are bones left, and the breath is weak. Once she was like a round pearl, Feng Kui was willing to hold her in the palm of her hand forever, but now she is like a dried fruit. Love, can eleven people be willing to wither for the sake of their loved ones?!

Is it worth the painful self-destruction for love?!

The wind's heart is dripping blood.

His power exploded.

The shackles and chains that have bound countless years of breakage. He took his clothes as if he had hugged everything in his life. Such a woman, no matter how much he pays, is taken for granted, not to mention that this is just a trivial hug. He held Feng Kui's face and looked at it seriously. She suddenly whispered, "Call me sister, do you want to hear it?"

This is a warm little secret between two people.

A weak split of clothes accompanied Feng Kui's head through his unbearable childhood. At that time, Feng Kui was ignorant, so his woman was like his mother, but she wanted to be his sister, a bad sister without scale.

"Sister Yi!"

The wind murmured in a dream. His fists had been shot out, and the divine mountain shook, and a large array collapsed one by one. The mountain of refining the wilderness swayed and collapsed.

The smile is sweeter.

Feng Kui said with pity, "Is it worth it?"

He narrowed his eyes and said, "You know I don't pursue much, so I don't want to give up every one, even if it's never happened again!"

Feng Kui couldn't speak, only moved. He felt that he was about to shed tears.

I have been pursuing the wind for three thousand years.

The saint of Futuzong has been pursuing an unknown boy for 3,000 years. At the beginning, countless disciples of Futu Sect were very angry about this, and almost everyone was killed.

But the clothes are so persistent.

She always said that this was her best pursuit, and she always smiled proudly at Feng Kui.

Feng Kui flew to the sky with his clothes. The guards of the disciples of the Futu Sect had been in chaos and rushed up one after another. A series of magical powers, disaster fire and doomsday black rope rolled up.

Feng Kui's eyes were cold, and three palms were sent out in a row. The mountains and rivers were overwhelming, and the mountains and rivers were broken, and the power destroyed everything like mountains. Those disciples of the Futu Sect screamed and were directly beaten into meat cakes, turned into turbidity and extinized.

What is the existence of the saint of Futu?!

It is noble and revered and cannot be blasphemed, but it is a sacrifice for their gods.

I can't hate Fu Tuzong, but I have no good impression on him.

Although Futuzong raised her, she did not forget that her family had been killed by Futuzong since she was taken away.

Feng Kui first input the mixed element containing the origin of chaos into her body and let her recover. After tens of thousands of years of torture, most of the strength of the clothes has been almost worn away. From the realm of immortals in the past, half-step immortals have reached a level that is not as weak as Wang Xian now.

Feng Kui's first head is in reincarnation, and he has been trapped for tens of thousands of years, and the time has been too long.

At this moment, he hugged his clothes tightly, felt calm and comfortable, and felt extremely smooth.

"I have wiped out all these rabbles. Let's get out of here. You need to take good care of yourself. I can't bear to see your haggard look anymore!"

Feng Kui glanced around and whispered.

He said, "The ten generals have been stirred up the fire and tortured me for so many years. They can't live!"

Feng Kui said, "Then I will kill them."

"Hahahaha..."

"Kill us without knowing whether it's alive or dead?"

"If you destroy the desolation mountain, you only have one way to die!"

"Two generations of wind, hum, this time I will completely kill you, and I won't give you a chance to fall into reincarnation. There is a way to heaven. If you don't go to hell, you can break in. Futu will be here, and you will die!"

A series of voices recalled, and ten demon-like figures emerged from the twisted time and space. One by one, wearing ferocious armor, carrying swords, burning black flames all over their bodies, and strong smoke turned over, full of destruction, cruelty and destruction. Each one has the strength of a half-step immortal, and Fu Tuzong sent here to guard the existence of the wilderness mountain. They were among the participants in many events that year. Therefore, these ten existences can be judged from the short words of Feng Kui and the short words.

A towering man led by

sneered and said, "Do you think you can enter here without telling everyone? As soon as you came here, we found that we were just going to catch turtles in the urn! You are the wind head 80,000 years ago, and your breath hasn't changed. Haha, we saw through you at first sight! Suffer to death!"

Ten half-step immortals took action together.

Feng Kui snorted coldly: "As soon as I come back, there is no need to cover it up. It's up to you, a bunch of local chickens and dogs dare to compete with me. Futuzong, I will destroy it sooner or later, and I will start with you!"

Feng Kui suddenly raised his hand, and the ancient war song sounded. His fist has been punched. All the places he could see were destroyed and collapsed, and he was not spared.

This is simply the power of immortals. Even the body of the chaotic giant has been cracked. What's more, the ten generals of the Futu sect are simply papery.

Annihilation, silent destruction.

It's just a fist.

This fist shows the power of the war song.

He looked at the ten generals of Futu being killed with a fist in front of him. Before he moved, he could not scream and was destroyed from the universe. She was surprised and happy, "Wind, is this your strength now?"

Feng Kui rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Sister Yi, I'm not disappointed!"

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and Yanran smiled and said, "I won't be a sister anymore. I'm going to wear clothes and let you protect me!"

Feng Kui smiled and said with satisfaction, "Let's go and I'll pick the holy fruit of Futu for you!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

The holy fruit of Futu is the fruit of the faith of Futuzong. Countless beliefs of destruction, killing and disaster are condensed together into a fruit, which is the treasure of Futuzong. The law of cohesion was conveyed by the evil god. It is prepared for the peerless figure who was promoted to the immortal realm of Futuzong, and I don't know how many years have been condensed.

Feng Kui really wants to seize it, let the clothes be refined, restore strength, and even reach a new height.