Chapter 227: Return to Jiushan City

Shen Chong was relieved. The four old people had high expectations for themselves. They thought they would have to waste more words before they could leave.

"Thank you for your understanding. The matter of the younger Nanyan is over, and naturally he will not stay here."

The wind old man took out a storage bag with his backhand and handed it to Shen Chong's hand: "This is something that the four of us usually collect. It's useless to put it on our bodies. I'll give it to you. Remember, even if you are strong, you can't take it lightly. You should know that there are people outside, there is heaven outside, and you can't be strong in everything."

Shen Chong didn't refuse. He reached out and took it. The space of the storage bag is much more than that of the storage ring. This storage bag is bulging. It seems that it contains a lot of things. What can be collected by the master of the soul is not ordinary.

The divine consciousness was slightly swept away. Even with Shen Chong's rich wealth, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked. Dozens of bottles of Xuan-grade elixir, a large number of unknown natural and earth treasures, and there are as many as 18 magic weapons, all of which are medium-quality magic weapons, and countless vitality stones, filled the whole storage space.

Seeing Shen Chong's surprise, Fengshao smiled faintly: "Although the land of Yanbei is barren, the background of the Shen family in Jiushan is also not shallow. These things are useless to our four old men, and there are no outstanding people in the next generation. Maybe Qiu Yun can make achievements in the future, but unfortunately it is a daughter."

Shen Chong nod his head and put it away respectfully.

"There is one more thing, you shouldn't kill Qi Wanyan," Feng Su suddenly said, "Qi Wanyan not only has a very high status in the Ningwang Mansion, but also has a master, the fire wing Taoist, the owner of the fire temple of the Shinto sect. The fire wing Taoist is the most protective of his shortcomings, and his cultivation is unfathomable, even if our four old guys join hands. Neither of them are his opponents.

Shen Chong said slightly in his heart that he knew that the news of killing Qi Wanyan would definitely spread, but he was not too worried: "Even if he is not killed, hatred has been knotted, and Qi Wanyan will not stop."

The wind sighed and said nothing more.

Shen Chong was silent and said respectfully, "Mr. Feng, there is still something to do before the junior leaves. I hope Mr. Feng can help."

After saying that, Shen Chong's finger made a move, and a cyan square print the size of a fist appeared in the palm of his hand. The pattern on the print body was simple and desolate, and the light did not decrease, but it lacked some spirit.

Qingluan is still sleeping in the seal, without a trace of sobriety. For a period of time, Shen Chong has also tried a lot of ways, and even poured it with the spirit of the clear spirit in the map of the universe, the sun and the moon. Although the soul has increased a little, there is no sign of waking up.

"This is the seal of heaven and earth, one of the treasures of Jiuzhou." Feng Su's eyes lit up, and he immediately felt the ancient atmosphere from the seal.

"Yes, when the younger generation first entered the martial arts, he was greatly helped by the spirit beast in the seal. This spirit beast fell into a deep sleep because of my soul. I hope that Mr. Feng can take action and wake it up, or give me some advice to find a way for the younger generation."

Shen Chong then opened the entrance of the seal of heaven and earth. In the depths of the black hole, a cyan soul fluctuated, and it could be faintly seen that it was a big cyan bird.

"The reincarnation of the ancient mythical beast," Feng Su was a little surprised: "Although it is only a trace of the remnant soul of the mythical beast, it is also extremely rare. This seal of heaven and earth is the treasure of Feixianmen. Unexpectedly, it fell into your hands."

At this time, Shen Chong had already known that this Qingluan could not be the real mythical beast in ancient times. Each of the ancient mythical beast had a strong power, destroying the sky and the earth, comparable to the strong man in the broken world.

And the Qingluan in front of him was just a wisp of remnant soul reincarnated into the Flying Fairy Gate. It was not easy to practice again to reach the realm of six turns of the soul, but because the number of doom dissipated again, and finally fell to rely on the seal of heaven and earth to survive.

Shen Chong didn't say anything and looked at Feng Su quietly.

The windman meditated for a moment and said slowly:

"The spirit in the universe map can't wake it up. It seems that its soul is very damaged, and it may even cause the damage of the soul last time."

"If you want to restore it, it is not overnight, and you may even have to use the power that the lower world does not have."

"The power that the lower world doesn't have?" Shen Chong's eyes were a little dim.

"Ha ha, you don't have to worry. This spirit is also a power that is not available in the lower world. The world is so big that it is far beyond your imagination. Qingluan has the blood of ancient mythical beasts. As long as you find the same bloodline, with the power of blood, you can re-evoking its vitality and even condense a new body without choosing. Take it away." Fengshou smiled and said, "Well, it has absorbed enough clear spirit. Even if I can't wake it up, I can refine these auras and stabilize its soul. When it wakes up, it may reach the realm of two or even three turns."

Shen Chong was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

The wind man waved his hand, and a solemn color appeared on his face. With a little finger, the mana roared out and broke into the Qingluan soul. A trace of clear spirit melted in its soul was immediately broken, entangled with the soul and turned into nothingness.

The wind old man's body did not move, his fingers clicked out one after another, and the mana came out one after another. The light blue aura had wrapped the green Luan, and a trace of clear spirit was smashed and refined, which was compatible with the divine soul and turned into a nourishing thing.

After two days, the wind stopped the output of manpower. He stood up, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face looked a little pale because of the consumption of manpower.

In the past two days, Shen Chong has been inseparable, and his heart is grateful and admired. In a month in the map of the universe, the sun and moon, Qingluan has also absorbed a lot of Qingling qi, and Feng Lao has refined it in only two days, and it does not hurt his soul, showing his profound skills and the degree of control of mana, which is not Shen Chong now. It can be compared.

However, seeing that Qingluan's soul is stable, there is a faint tendency to break through the second turn of the soul. Although he can't wake up, he also let Shen Chong put down a burden and find the blood of the mythical beast for it in the future and completely wake it up.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your help. Shen Chong is very grateful."

Feng Lao nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Since you are going to leave, go out early and experience more hardships to achieve great weapons. At least one of our four old men will stay in this abyss of depravity and wait for you to come back at any time."

"Remember, live well. When you have achieved great cultivation, you will let my Shen family return to the glory of the past. Even if you can't restore the Daxia Dynasty, you will lead our family to live a long life."

There is a trace of expectation in the tone, and there is also a strong sense of concern.

Shen Chong looked grateful. This was the first time that someone really cared about him. He saluted deeply again: "Feng Lao, don't worry, Shen Chong will not remember Shen's blood on his body."

"Okay, let's go. Be careful of the magic flame bats outside. You can block the breath with your heaven and earth seal. It should not be difficult to pass. After saying that, he waved his hand and sat on the jade throne again, with a little tired expression.

Shen Chong took a deep breath and stopped talking. There are still many doubts in his heart.

Why did Jiushan move to Yannan twenty years ago? What is the secret of my mother's marriage to the Ningwang Mansion? Why did the four elders of Jiushan accompany him? The most important thing is that the mother died for what reason? Is it really what my father did? All this was blocked in Shen Chong's heart and could not be vented for a long time.

Feng Su sighed: "I know you still have many questions. It's not that I don't tell you, it's just that the time hasn't come. It's not good for you to know too much, and it may become a burden. Ten years later, ten years later, when you come back here again, whether it's me or Lord Han Li, will tell you everything."

Shen Chongqiang suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded, and said nothing more. He took the next step, stepped into the channel, and disappeared in an instant.

The absolute polar light flashes at the mouth of the cave, and there is endless darkness outside.

Shen Chong has been prepared. As soon as his body stepped out of the endless aurora, he immediately sacrificed the seal of heaven and earth. Forty-nine arrays in the seal of heaven and earth shine, which has restored one percent of the power of this best magic weapon, which is comparable to the best protective weapon.

Silently, Shen Chong has been taken in, offsetting the involvement of the fallen abyss. There was no wave, breaking through the void and flying up.

Rushing out of the mountain rock, Shen Chong immediately flew in the direction of Jiushan City. Although Feng Su didn't say anything, he could feel that something must have happened, and the remaining three old people left at the same time, which must be a big deal. Since the wind man doesn't tell himself, go back to Jiushan City to check it first.

The escape light flashed, drawing a long light and shadow. After Shen Chong stepped into the second turn of the soul, he had a deeper understanding of the small movement, and even began to come into contact with the power of space. A flash has been moved to a hundred feet away. At this time, if the people of Shi Tianwang come to chase again, I'm afraid that even the shadow can't be caught.

Shen Chong found Jiushan City with his memory. A hundred miles away from Jiushan City, Shen Chong felt something was wrong. People on the road were rare. The bustling merchants and herdsmen in the past disappeared. Only two or three travelers who fled in a hurry looked frightened.

Is it something that happened in Jiushan City!

Shen Chong was shocked and didn't rush to ask anyone. He flashed and rushed to the city.

The first thing that came into sight was a deep crack, which ran through the city. A thick black smoke rolled out of the crack, and Baili Jiushan City was shrouded in black smoke.

Shen Chong's eyes shrank and his anger spewed out.

In just two days, a bustling Jiushan City has been in a mess. Most of the Baili camp has collapsed, especially the patriarch's tent in the middle, which has been torn to pieces, and the ground has collapsed for several feet. Although there are no bodies left, the ground is covered with blood stains, showing what kind of tragic wars have been experienced here.

Jiushan City, which originally gathered tens of thousands of people, was silent. Everyone had disappeared, and even cattle and horses were not left.

The air is filled with a strange breath. This breath is the breath of death. Although he did not see a corpse, Shen Chong can feel it from the fluctuations in the air. After cultivating the divine soul, his spiritual power has soared and he can infer many things from some fluctuations.

In these two days, a large number of lives must have been harvested in Jiushan City. Resentment, fear, and a trace of sadness wandering in the air.

There are strong men fighting fiercely in the city. Who is it? Can't even the soul of the four elders of Jiushan deter this strong man?

Shen Chong's heart was full of anger. This is his mother's tribe. All the people have the same blood as himself. Shen Chong's consciousness scanned inch by inch, but the more he explored, the colder his heart became, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, the thought moved slightly, and a trace of vitality was detected from a collapsed tent.

Shen Chong moved his feet, swept over, lifted the big tent, and wrapped a sheepskin blanket into a ball, shaking slightly. Opening the blanket, a teenager's thin body appeared. Seeing that his teeth were rattling and his face was pale, he knew that he was very frightened.

Shen Chong frowned and wanted to ask what was impossible from the teenager's mouth. He simply pressed his palm directly on his top door. With Shen Chong's current state, it was not difficult to find the memory of ordinary warriors at all, and even the other party's soul would not be damaged.

After a moment, Shen Chong loosened his palm, gently clicked on the teenager's sleeping hole, and sent it to the seal of heaven and earth to warm up.