The White Tiger's Shocking Change Chapter 241 : The lights go out
One day and one night, Feng Mian stayed in the space of Yushenzhu.
He sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. He completely restrained his aura, almost turning into a sculpture, without any movement. However, in this state, Feng Mai Yatou, Qinglong Girl, and even the White Tiger Divine Vein did not disturb him.
Until a certain moment, the letter placed next to him burned with a flame and instantly turned into ashes.
The next moment, Feng Mian slowly opened his eyes, and stood up with a bright light in his eyes.
The Fengmai girl quickly stepped forward and held Feng Mian's clothes with her little hand: "Master, are you okay? What happened? Why do you want to temporarily cut off contact with us? Is the matter serious?"
Yes, Feng Mian cut off his connection with the Beast God Vein this time. He read the letter, but he still didn't want to believe it was true. But now, Liu Piaopiao and the others rushed back, probably because of this incident.
The letter was left to him by Lin Xiuran, and it clearly mentioned that the Cangling world is currently in turmoil, and the position of world leader is vacant. Therefore, Liu Mu, the leader of the Shadow Sect, Deng Yutian, the dean of Laifeng Academy, and other forces are competing for it.
However, Sect Master Liu Mu and Deng Yutian are the most popular candidates to compete for the master of the Realm Alliance, that is, the master of Cangling Realm. Something happened to the Shadow Sect, and it was quite serious. Liu Yiyi and Liu Piaopiao went back to help.
These are not the important points. The most important thing, what Feng Mian has never believed, is that the letter also mentioned about Feng Junyang and the lamp for nourishing the heart. This news was a complete shock to Feng Mian.
The toxins in Feng Junyang's body were not completely eliminated at all. He had been protected by the Nourishing Heart Lamp before, which could at least delay the attack. But every once in a while, Feng Junyang would be severely tortured, and life would be worse than death.
This kind of torture is nothing more. For Feng Junyang, it is good to get used to it and it can be regarded as a kind of practice. As long as he can improve his level of strength, he can barely suppress it.
But the most unbelievable thing is that something has happened to the Yangxin Lamp. The spiritual fire in it has become weaker and weaker, and its protection against Feng Junyang has become less and less effective. So now his pain has intensified and it is difficult to relieve it.
According to Lin Xiuran's description, if Feng Junyang continues like this, the toxins in his body will occupy all the heart meridians. If he cannot be cured, the blood will flow backwards, and then all the meridians will burst, and he will die miserably!
Feng Mian clenched his fists, and his face was extremely ugly. Why didn't his father tell him when he was in Shadow Sect? Is it because he was afraid that he would be worried? But in this case, wouldn't he be even more worried?
"Fengmai girl, from today on, you will stay in this space obediently. You are not allowed to come out without my order. Otherwise, I don't mind being serious with you. If you don't believe it, you can try it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Mian quickly turned around and walked out of the imperial pillar space.
Decisively cutting off the connection with Yushenzhu, this time, he must rely on his own strength to save his father.
A moment later, Feng Mian appeared outside Yuhuang City on a mountain road.
Suddenly, he paused, glanced around, and said calmly: "Come out, there's no need to hide. If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible. I still have important things to do."
The next second, an afterimage flashed across. Huang Haoyu stood in front of him holding a long sword.
"Feng Mian, where do you want to go in this state? I already know about the heart-nurturing lamp. Even if it has been extinguished, the Shadow Sect has used its own method to save my uncle's body and the last soul.
Living."
He looked up at Huang Haoyu. After not seeing him for a while, his realm seemed to have grown. Moreover, his temperament and aura had become much thicker. It seemed that these days had not been wasted at all.
"Now I don't trust anyone. I want to take my father away and find a way to save him myself. You want to stop me? I don't want to fight with you. It's best to get out of the way."
Huang Haoyu turned around and stepped aside: "Okay, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. But now that you have blocked most of your spiritual power, what do you want to do? Are you looking for death? You are really messing around."
"This is my business and you don't need to worry about it. I trusted others too much before, which led to this situation. The lamp of nourishing the heart will be exhausted, and the spiritual fire needs to be replenished. Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Then, with a cold face, Huang Haoyu drew his sword and pointed it at Feng Mian: "You are not clear-headed now. I know that Uncle Feng Junyang is your rival, but in your current state, what can you do?
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"Don't forget, how much did it cost Monkey to send the lantern of nourishing the heart? Don't you recognize the former brothers of Shengtian Academy? Do you think they will have any ill intentions towards you?"
Feng Mian clenched his fist again, and a trace of blood dripped from the tiger's mouth.
He was not blaming others, he was blaming himself for being useless. He had been entangled in various things and never cared about his father properly. When he was in the Shadow Sect, if he had been more careful, he would have been able to see it.
Why couldn't Feng Junyang walk out of the Fengying Cave? Why could he barely move? In fact, if it weren't for the continuous incidents, Feng Mian could have discovered it. And the light of nourishing the heart was already very weak at that time.
With a turn of the sword blade, Huang Haoyu quickly attacked Feng Mian. The foot-long sword light turned into a sword net under Huang Haoyu's circulation, completely surrounding Feng Mian. Under such an offensive,
Scars soon appeared all over his body.
Standing quietly, Feng Mian's eyes were solemn and he was holding back tears.
He was a good man, but he learned that his father's condition was very bad, and he couldn't do anything about it. This feeling was simply heartbreaking. His mother was still missing, and he couldn't even protect his father.
"Why don't you fight back? Why don't you use your skills to recover? Do you want to be killed by me?"
Huang Haoyu put the sword blade on his neck, stared at him coldly, and asked.
Smiling sadly, Feng Mian felt powerless.
"You did the right thing. Only in this way, only severe pain can wake me up. Too many things are bothering me, so much that I have put the cart before the horse. The person I want to protect so much is the most powerless."
Huang Haoyu put away his sword, glanced at him, turned around, and walked forward.
"Feng Mian, you really make me look down on you now. What do you think Miss Lin Xiuran meant when she handed you the letter? Did she want you to give up on yourself here, become completely decadent, and then feel sorry for yourself?"
Without stopping, Huang Haoyu quickly disappeared from Feng Mian's sight.
"Think it over yourself. If you insist on taking all the responsibility on yourself, then Uncle Feng Junyang's hard work, Miss Lin Xiuran's hard work, and everyone else's help will be in vain."
In Feng Mian's current state, even if he went to the wilderness, he would not be able to find a cure.
The bright light has been extinguished. Feng Junyang's body and last essence are under the full protection of the Shadow Sect, so there will be no problem for the time being. But the Great Wilderness is imperative. If the top-grade spiritual flame cannot be found, Feng Junyang will be hopeless.
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"Haha...haha...I understand, I finally understand."
With a thought in Feng Mian's mind, the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly, and the scars on his body were visibly restored. An aura spread out, and the surrounding space also became turbulent.
He stepped forward, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"How long do you still want to hide in the dark and observe? What do you want to know or what do you want to get? Why don't you just come out and ask me. You haven't taken any action, how do you know if it's possible?"
As soon as he said this, a figure landed easily on the big tree on the right side in front.
Put your hands behind your back, and when your toes touch the ground, create a circle of air waves.
This man was about fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair. He was wearing a blood-red robe.
There was a red light in his eyes that was flowing from time to time, which should be related to the technique he practiced.
Beside him, there was a young man. He was wearing a coarse cloth gown and carrying a red and black long sword on his back. However, there was no fluctuation on the long sword, so it should have been temporarily blocked in some way.
Slowly walking towards Feng Mian, the old man said with a smile: "Young man, you are worthy of being said to be a being that can stir up the entire Cangling Realm. Being able to easily find my location is really quite good."
"Haha... What, the old gentleman has something to do with me? Or do you want my life just like those common people? However, I, Feng Mian, can't take my life casually."
The afterimage flashed, and the old man in red robe quickly approached. However, Feng Mian's reaction speed was not slow either. He stomped backwards, his body brushed the ground and moved back, always keeping a certain distance from the opponent.
At this time, a sword light suddenly shot from behind the old man in red robe. He tilted his head casually and easily dodged it. The sword blade sank into the mountain wall behind Feng Mian, and Huang Haoyu stood behind the old man in red robe.
His body bent downwards, bursting out a burst of energy, and wanted to rush over. But soon, he was stopped by another figure. The man with a long sword on his back stared at Huang Haoyu coldly: "Mr. Xue is talking, no
Don’t bother me.”
The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn, and the aura was extremely depressing.
Xue Lao didn't care about Huang Haoyu, because he didn't deserve to appear in his eyes at all.
He looked at Feng Mian quietly with amusement in his eyes.
"Little guy, are you really going to the Great Wilderness Realm? Do you know where that place is? Do you think the Cangling Realm is very vast? In fact, what you see is just a drop in the ocean, just the tip of the iceberg."
He handed over his hand, Feng Mian was neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly: "Senior, I don't have to worry about it. I have to go to the wilderness. As for what senior said, I will naturally pay more attention to it."
His face darkened, and a flash of blood flashed in Mr. Xue's eyes: "If you don't listen to the advice, you will suffer a big loss. Boy, instead of letting you die, it's better to leave this little life to me."
He stretched out his hand and turned his palm into a claw. Blood surged from it and struck Feng Mian's face fiercely.
When the instant shadow technique was cast, Feng Mian circulated in all directions, and his movement skills became difficult to predict, so for a while, Xue Lao couldn't catch him. How long can this kind of maneuvering last?
A streak of blood claws shot out, severely suppressing Feng Mian's movements. He stepped backwards, leaving deep marks on the ground. Moreover, this mark seemed to be mixed with poison.
Clenching his fists, Feng Mian wanted to use the Thirty-Six Tiangang Fist. But with a thought, he realized that he had temporarily cut off the space of the Divine Pillar from himself. It seemed that he could not resist such powerful people by relying on his own cultivation alone.
The figure retreated step by step, and the old man pressed forward step by step.
"Haha...haha...boy Feng Mian, I didn't expect you to fall into my hands in the end. Without the protection of that old guy Chu Qingtian this time, I want to see how you can escape!"