Chapter 92 Some people are happy while others are sad
Chapter 92: Some are happy and some are sad
The bright sunshine shines through the layers of branches and leaves, reflecting the spots on the ground. The gentle breeze in the forest blows the flowers and plants in the forest, bringing with it the fragrance.【26nbsp;】
In the white tent, Wang Ruoyu looked at the listless faces of the monks outside through the corner of the tent, feeling sad in her heart.
Previous trips to the Soul Land were a time when the monks in the sect were refining their souls, and it was also a time when the young monks in the sect were in high spirits. But this time, the thousands of monks in the sect he brought with him suffered numerous casualties, and less than a hundred survived.
Huge casualties, but all they got in exchange was fishing for the moon in the water, a waste of time!
Moreover, what makes Wang Ruoyu even more annoyed is that Chen Feng, an unparalleled talent who can make the future of Guanghan Palace, is also left on the fourth floor in the Palace of the Dead. As for his life and death, Wang Ruoyu no longer holds any hope.
hope.
"Hey 7e!" He sighed softly and slowly put down the corner of the tent that he had opened. Wang Ruoyu closed his eyes weakly, thinking about every bit of the palace of the dead...
Wang Ruoyu is not the only one who is equally depressed. In the eyes of some people, Zheng Min is even more depressed because not only has she lost a lot of monks, but she is also annoyed by Hong Zun every day!
In the alliance's camp, Zheng Min frowned, imagining how he would explain to the other elders in the alliance when he returned. The air next to him shook slightly, and Hong Zun's figure appeared in the camp.
"Why? Why did you leave Chen Feng on the fourth floor that day? Didn't you promise me that you would help me get revenge? Why?"
Hong Zun, almost roaring, roared at the top of his lungs, his face no longer showing the respect he showed to Zheng Min some time ago.
"Do you think I want to? Do you think I don't want to kill Chen Feng with my own hands? But can I do it?" Zheng Min's head hurt. She didn't know how many times she had to explain herself before Hong Zun could understand her words, but
Obviously it's still in vain.
"Chen Feng has countless secrets. If you hadn't worried too much that day and refused to let Guanghan Palace know Chen Feng's identity, maybe we would have known the origin of his cultivation and the strange things about him.
Where did the treasure come from and why? Why do you have to look forward and backward?"
Hong Zun was still roaring, with a ferocious and twisted look on his elegant face.
Zheng Min raised her jade hand and gently pressed her beating temples. Zheng Min's head hurt even more.
"I said that I will find the secrets of Chen Feng. Please remember your current identity, my dear senior brother!"
When she said this, Zheng Min's voice almost came out from between her teeth. She looked at Hong Zun hatefully and gritted her teeth. However, what she got in return was that Hong Zun continued to roar. Zheng Min's head was about to explode.
Already...
During this trip to the Soul Land, all the forces suffered heavy losses, but comparatively speaking, the worst ones were not Wang Ruoyu, Zheng Min, and Zhong Baichuan. Because they did not see Ying Fei who was more pitiful than them at this time.
, I think if they saw it, I believe their troubled mood would be somewhat comforted.
On a low hill, I saw Ying Fei dressed in a white robe, with his hands on his back, looking up at the sky, his eyes dull, with a trace of annoyance, a trace of regret, a trace of hesitation and a trace of helplessness flashing from time to time.
Of course, the main reason for his expression was that there were only seven or eight monks standing deserted behind him.
That's right, after the battle in the Palace of the Dead, our young emperor's followers were the only ones left with these few defeated generals.
Ying Fei couldn't figure out why he wanted to covet that unfounded secret. He couldn't figure out why so many forces went together, but only the monks in his sect died the most. He couldn't figure out how he would face it when he returned. His father, who was known for his sternness, couldn't figure out why the seventh floor of the Palace of the Dead was empty and made him so busy.
And what he couldn't understand the most was why he had his head raised and tears streaming down his face...
Different from everyone else, as the saying goes, some people are happy and some are sad. When all the major forces are angry that they didn't get anything, we, Chen Feng and others who have walked out of the underground cave, have extremely excited expressions on their faces.
Wang Simiao has reason to be happy, because the biggest beneficiary of this trip to the Soul Land is none other than him!
She was very happy to ask questions, because her purpose in coming to the Soul Land was to find the Soul Grass, and then use the Soul Grass to impress a certain force and ask for help. But at the moment, she didn't need to look for the Soul Grass. With Chen Feng's help, although she didn't know what the strength of Chen Feng's power was, Wenqing had great confidence in him because she had witnessed the birth of one miracle after another.
Chen Feng was also very happy. His happiness came from the soul fire in the Qiankun Bag. Since he got the soul fire, the only thing left was to refine it.
As long as you can refine the soul fire, your strength will be greatly improved, which also means that you are one step closer to the formation alliance!
The wind is still blowing gently, the fragrance of flowers is still lingering on the tip of the nose, and the melodious chirping of small animals adds a lot of vitality to this green world.
After Chen Feng and others left the cave, they did not go far. Instead, they found a hidden valley nearby and settled down peacefully.
In the valley, there were lush greenery and the fragrance of flowers was pleasant. Chen Feng and the others found a few giant trees and built three simple houses using the broad trees, and lived a comfortable and comfortable life.
During this period of time, Wang Simiao was responsible for going out to hunt the surrounding souls every day, and then looking for some equipment left here by the previous monks. It was rare for Qing Qing to spare time, unload his heavy burden, and practice with peace of mind every day.
As for Chen Feng, because of his abundant martial arts points, he interpreted a large number of soul stones that Wang Simiao got back every day, which soon evolved into easy-to-understand Taoist methods and taught them to Wang Simiao and Wenqing.
It can be said that this period of time was the most relaxing and happy time that Chen Feng had lived since he came out of Zhongzhou. It was also the time when the three of them improved their cultivation.
Of course, the relaxation and happiness mentioned above do not include the process of Chen Feng refining soul fire. If you have to use words to describe how Chen Feng refines soul fire, it can only be described as life is worse than death.
In the clean and tidy room, Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at the Qiankun treasure bag suspended in front of him with a sad face, his heart full of contradictions.
Refining soul fire is too painful, and its powerful burning sensation makes even Chen Feng, who is as determined as a rock, want to give up several times. However, for the sake of his own cultivation, in order to defeat the alliance as soon as possible, he is looking for new and old friends. Regarding Xuan'er's whereabouts, Chen Feng could only grit his teeth and persist.
"Hey 7e!" Chen Feng sighed and gritted his teeth. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had made a great determination, and he stretched out his hand to point at the Qiankun Bag.
The mouth of the Qiankun Bag suddenly opened, and a trace of blue flame instantly rushed out of the bag and went straight into Chen Feng's mouth.
The flames entered the body, and a sharp pain from the flames suddenly came. Immediately, Chen Feng's whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if every cell in his body was undergoing tremendous suffering, and he broke out in a cold sweat, ###
Cold sweat appeared on Chen Feng's forehead, but it only appeared for a moment before being evaporated completely by Chen Feng's hot skin.
"Ah 7e" came the roar, and Chen Feng's body was suddenly covered with a blue light. The clothes on his body were turned into ashes in the blue light. The blue light kept burning Chen Feng's body, making his skin burn.
The blue light began to become wrinkled and cracked, as if every drop of blood in Chen Feng's body had been baked away by this terrible blue light!
Outside the room, Wenqing frowned slightly. Every time Chen Feng refined the soul fire, she would wait quietly outside the door, for fear that something would happen to Chen Feng.
Wang Simiao sat boredly on a wooden pier not far away, holding his chin with one hand and looking at the house not far away.
"Ask...Sister Qing, you...said that since soul fire is so difficult to refine, why...do you have to do this?" Wang Simiao seemed to not understand what Chen Feng did. Although soul fire is extremely powerful, it can't be wronged.
He insisted on refining so desperately that sometimes he would even wonder if Chen Feng had a tendency to self-abuse!
"He is a principled person. Since he is so desperate to refine the soul fire, there must be a reason!" Wenqing shook her head, seeming a little helpless. Of course she knew why Chen Feng was so desperate, because in
In his heart, there is a woman who is more important than his life, waiting for him to find her.
Thinking of Qiu Xuan mentioned in Chen Feng's mouth, I don't know why, but a trace of jealousy arose in my heart. If...if he could love himself as much as he loves Qiu Xuan, then he would be so happy, but would he?
Can there be room for other women in his heart?
His eyes became a little dim. I don't know how long it took. He Qing spat at himself, blushed, and secretly cursed himself for being despicable for thinking of such messy things! He quickly glanced at Wang Simiao secretly.
But at first glance, Wenqing was shocked when she saw Wang Simiao looking at him with a strange smile, not knowing what he was thinking.
Asking questions was like a young girl who was found to be worried, her heart was racing, she tried hard to keep a straight face, glared at Wang Simiao, and said angrily: "What are you looking at!"
Uh! Wang Simiao immediately returned to his normal expression after being scolded by Wen Qing, but he muttered something in a low voice without knowing it was intentional: "Ask...Sister Qing, every time I think of the boss, he is quite...feminine.
But when it comes to me, why...are you always so fierce!"
Although the voice was small, it sounded like a thunderclap to Wenqing's ears. She was so embarrassed that her face turned red with embarrassment. Shen Wenqing stared at Wang Simiao, as if she wanted to curse Wang Simiao, but she could never find the right words.
Language, in the end, in desperation, he hummed, moved, disappeared from the place, and ran back to his room.
Looking at Wenqing's disappearing figure, Wang Simiao shook his head. His face was still full of innocence, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little bigger.
"Zhiqua 7e!" After an unknown amount of time, the roar in the room gradually weakened. Then the door opened, and Chen Feng, with a tired and haggard face, slowly walked out of the room...
