This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    The moon is bright and the stars are thin, and the cold wind blows over the hills.

     He was carrying a boy younger than him behind his back, and was thrown out.

    The boy took two steps on his knees and put the man in his arms again.

    “—Junior Brother! Junior Brother, please don’t die!”

    The boy shook the person in his arms vigorously, and the cry was particularly mournful in this silent wood.

    A moment later, there was a weak, hoarse response in the air.

    “…Stop shaking.”

    The boy was stunned: "Master... Junior Brother?"

    Feng Ci pushed the person away, tilted his head and fell to the ground, coughing violently.

    He only felt that his internal organs had been burned once, and his breath was blocked on his chest, and his breath was full of blood.

    There is someone next to him who is trying to shake him.

    Almost gave him the last breath.

    Feng Ci vomited a mouthful of black blood, gasping for breath, and finally felt more relaxed.

    Feng Ci has not returned to the world where he was born for three thousand years. Three thousand years of vicissitudes was enough to make everything he knew changed beyond recognition. He had imagined many kinds of situations when he came back, but he never thought about this one.

    Three thousand years ago, Fengci calmed down the world, passed on the exercises he learned from the heaven to his disciples, and then announced that he was about to ascend.

    —of course, this is just an excuse.

    The fact is that the war between humans and demons left the world of comprehension devastated, and Feng Ci was too lazy to care about the trivial matters after the war, so he used the pretext of flying up and found a cave to seal his body in. , and then the consciousness left the body and went to the world of Sumeru to enjoy retirement.

    According to common sense, now that his consciousness has returned, he should wake up in the sealed land.

    But now...

    What about his physical body? ? ?

      The boy fell into his arms.

    Another violent cough.

    "Yes, I'm sorry!" The boy quickly released him.

    "You cough cough—" Feng Ci took a long breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

    "I'm Senior Brother Meng, what's wrong with you, Junior Brother, don't you remember me?" The boy asked anxiously, "Did he burn out his brain?"

    The boy wanted to get started again, but Feng Ci had lingering fears for him now, so he quickly stepped back.

    The boy's expression was very hurt.

    Fengci cleared his throat and tentatively said: "I... I can't seem to remember anything, what happened here?"

    The boy said: "My name is Meng Changqing, you are my junior brother Lu Jingming, we are disciples of Tianxuanzong..."

    Tianxuanzong was wiped out many days ago, and more than 300 members of the entire group were killed and injured heavily overnight. Only Meng Changqing and Lu Jingming, including more than ten brothers and sisters, barely escaped and saved their lives.

    These more than ten orphans of the Tianxuan Sect were wandering outside, and they encountered a strange magic circle on their way here today. The other brothers and sisters all died in the magic circle, and Lu Jingming also fainted because he blocked the fatal blow for Meng Changqing.

    Meng Changqing fled here with him, but Lu Jingming miraculously came to his senses.

    "—Junior brother, fortunately, you are all right, I thought you were going to leave me alone." Speaking of which, Meng Changqing grabbed Fengci's sleeve and burst into tears, "Great, you I am still alive, as long as I can escape from here, Tianxuanzong will not be defeated!"

    Words: "…"

    Fashion: "I'm not your junior."

    Meng Changqing was taken aback.

    Feng Ci clarified the cause and effect, and calmly said: "My soul is separated from the body, there should be some changes in the body, and I accidentally possessed your junior brother's dying body. You can rest assured. , when I find my body, I will return your junior brother's body to you."

    Meng Changqing stared at him in a daze, then raised his hand and touched Fengci's head: "Junior brother, did you just... bump your head?"

    Words: "..."

    Feng Ci took a long sigh of relief, but before he could explain, a strange evil wind suddenly rose in the forest.

    Behind them, in the depths of the dark jungle, a group of faint blue flames lit up one by one.

    "Ah—!" Meng Changqing was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, pointing at the flame, "That's it, it's catching up again!"

     Fengci asked: "Is this what killed your brother?"

    "It's our senior brother!" Meng Changqing said, "That evil fire is so powerful that it can't be stopped by any spell, and it can't be quenched, and it will burn when it touches anyone. Junior Brother and the others, they were all burned to death like this!"

    Meng Changqing pulled him hard: "Junior brother, let's run away, or it will be too late-"

    But it's too late.

    The flames became more and more intense, and in an instant it burned to the two of them. Meng Changqing's heart slammed and blocked in front: "Junior brother, you escape first, I will stop it for a while, you are better than me, and you can help me get revenge by escaping!"

    "It's not an evil formation, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Meng Changqing roared, reaching out to his waist to touch his matching sword.

    But it was empty.

    He turned around, only to see that the young man behind him had already taken his matching sword and held it in front of him to examine it carefully.

    A sword light suddenly flashed in the woods.

    Feng Ci held the hilt with his backhand and stabbed deeply into the ground.

    The pure white sword glow formed a barrier beside them, and the menacing flame hit the sword formation and instantly turned into flying smoke.

    The cold light of the sword shadow reflects the dark woods like daylight.

    "You...you..." Meng Changqing opened his mouth, almost speechless in surprise.

    The boy was half-kneeling on the ground, and the hem of his clothes, which was tattered by the fire, had no wind. The wound on his body was still bleeding, and the blood flowed from the brow bone to the chin, and then slowly dripped into the snow, looking a little weird in the pale sword light.

    Finding his eyes, Feng Ci smiled at him: "Didn't you bump into this circle by accident?"

    Feng Ci is extremely good at casting spell formations. As soon as the evil fire appeared, he could see that this was not the kind of formation that would actively attack people, unless...

    Someone forcibly broke the line.

    Fashion: "Don't tell the truth?"

    "Okay, I'll say it." Meng Changqing was too guilty to look at him, "Junior brother, don't be angry, but now that Tianxuanzong is gone, we have no choice but to come to Lingwu Mountain to try our luck. —"

    Fengci frowned: "What mountain?"

    "Ling...Lingwu Mountain." Meng Changqing said, "I know that the Xianmeng has explicitly prohibited anyone from setting foot in this area, but there are only a dozen disciples left in the group, and they will not be taken to Lingwu Mountain. The magic weapon, how do we get revenge? We didn't tell you in advance that it was our fault..."

    Meng Changqing apologized rhetorically, but Feng Ci was a little bit dumbfounded.

    Lingwu Mountain is the place where Fengci sat three thousand years ago.

    At that time, he used the name of sitting to escape from the world. In order to prevent being disturbed, he set up hundreds of large and small mazes near Lingwu Mountain.

    Feng Ci felt puzzled again: "What is there in Lingwu Mountain that is worth your life?"

    Meng Changqing looked at him like a ghost.

    Words: "?"

    Meng Changqing talked eloquently: "The ancestor Qianqiu left thousands of secret manuals and instruments on Lingwu Mountain before he sat down, and any one of them can greatly increase his skill and dominate the world!"

    Words: "…"

    He isn't, he doesn't, there are only a few broken books and some gadgets in his broken cave.

    Where are the thousands of magical instruments?

    "Qianqiu Patriarch saved the common people back then, what an amazing person. I admire him the most in my life. If I can get one or two of his handed down treasures, I don't know how good it would be!" Meng Changqing Longing Road.

    "..." Feng Qianqiu's ancestor himself was expressionless: "You revere others, and you come to dig their graves?"

    Meng Changqing touched his nose: "Isn't this forced to be helpless..."

     Fengci was too lazy to talk to him.

    This group of juniors came for stealing treasures, and their minds were not right. They lost their lives in his magic circle.

    He did not count.

    The two were talking here, but the fire outside didn't stop. Groups of faint blue firelight slowly converged from far to near, and gradually merged into one.

     Feng Ci whispered: "Something is wrong."

    Meng Changqing: "What?"

    Feng Ci looked at the blazing fire after the fusion, and lowered her eyebrows slightly.

    The formation he set up back then was only to stop outsiders, and he had no intention of hurting people's lives. This formation should not be like this...

    Yin evil.

    Someone moved?

    A deafening roar came from the depths of the flames, and a faint blue fire dragon jumped out of the flames and flew up to the sky.

    The snow was falling, and the fire dragon was condescending in the clouds, bowing its head slightly. It stared at the two helpless teenagers in the woods with its empty eyes, and suddenly fell from the sky with a roar.

    It was intended to give them the final blow.

    The wind whistled in his ears, but even in the face of such a scene, there was still no fear in his eyes.

    On the contrary, only excitement.

    That kind of **** excitement.

    Boom!

    In mid-air, the fire dragon let out a painful neigh, starting from the dragon's head, splitting and shattering little by little, and the fine firelight fell like a meteor.

    Fengci took a few steps back, knelt down on one knee, and barely stabilized his body.

    His whole body seemed to have been washed with blood, and the snow under him was dyed red. Excessive blood loss made him a little dizzy, Feng Ci glanced at Meng Changqing who was still standing beside him, and smiled softly: "Why, you're so scared? I just saved your life, won't you come and help me?"

    "Teacher, Junior Brother..." Meng Changqing's voice trembled, Feng Ci heard something different, and looked up.

    The flames and snow on the horizon slowly dissipated, sinking above the sky, revealing the outline of a giant "big ship".

    The big boat was a hundred feet long, and the outer shell looked wooden, and it was carved with a coat of arms that Fengci did not know. The middle of the hull is round and has two wings. The wings on both sides are light and thin, glowing with silver light. When it is fanned, it makes a roaring sound and a faint white vapor rises.

    The snow they were on was completely shrouded in shadow.

    Feng Ci frowned: "What?"

    "It's Lang... Langfeng City!" Meng Changqing's face was pale, "The Langfeng City in charge of the Immortal League!"

    "What should you do for trespassing in the forbidden area of ​​Lingwu Mountain!" The man with the sword said coldly.

    Feng Ci raised his eyes and glanced over.

    Dozens of cultivating disciples surrounded them. These disciples all wore the same style of blue clothes, jade crowns, and embroidered cloud patterns on the collars of the jade-colored linings.

    From head to toe is the temperament of a righteous disciple.

    Feng Ci boasts a good temper on weekdays.

    But today, after a thousand years, he returned to his homeland, and he was not warmly received and worshipped by his younger generation. First, he lost his body, and then inexplicably broke into an array, so that there was no good on his body. The place is still being so impolitely pointed at with a sword.

    Just thinking about it makes people angry.

    Feng Ci sneered: "Lingwu Mountain is the holy place where the ancestors of Qianqiu sat and transformed. You younger generations are also worthy of marking it as a forbidden place? Who stipulated it?"

    "Me."

    A soft, cold voice came from behind the crowd.

    The voice seemed to be far apart, but it was very clear. Feng Ci clearly saw it, and even the leading disciple who pointed his sword at him changed his face.

    The next second, the disciples standing in front of Fengci separated to both sides, turned around and knelt on the ground in unison.

    "See the Lord!"

    The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the atmosphere was so dignified that it was almost suffocating.

    Feng Ci looked up, and at the end of the passage that was let out by the disciples, someone walked slowly.

    The man was wearing a thick ink-like robe, which almost blended into the cold night. He wears a crown of hair, his eyes are covered with a black silk **** wide, and the contours of his lips are extremely thin and sharp.

    She was beautiful.

    The man stopped in front of Feng Ci and lowered his head slightly. He was clearly blindfolded, but Feng Ci could clearly feel that an extremely cold and dangerous gaze fell on him through the black silk.

    Condescending like a snake and scorpion, he was so cold that goose bumps instantly aroused him.

    "You broke into the maze of this seat?"