"Oh, I just came back yesterday and are leaving again today?" Xuanyuan Ruolan looked at Chen Feng and raised his eyebrows, feeling a little reluctant.
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, I really don't have much time to waste here."
"I have to rush back to the Purple Fire Swamp as soon as possible to break the third clue."
"At the same time, I will undergo training on the way to improve my strength. My current strength is still somewhat insufficient if I rush to the Southern Wilderness."
"I think that when I break through to the Seven Star Martial Emperor, when I fully understand the True Spirit of the Sword, and after I break the third link of clues, I should have some confidence in going to the south."
Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded slowly and looked at Chen Feng, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.
She said softly: "Feng'er, it's my mother's incompetence that has caused you to suffer so much and suffer so much."
Chen Feng smiled and said: "Mother, what did you say?"
He had a heroic look on his face and said, "I am very happy with this kind of training."
"How could I be here if I hadn't gone through so many hardships since the Qianyuan Sect? How could I have achieved these achievements?"
Xuanyuan Ruolan looked at him, with a hint of relief in her eyes.
Then, she whispered: "Feng'er, this time you leave, I won't say anything more. I just want to tell you one more thing: Never practice those martial arts and techniques that consume your life force again."
"Unless you are going to die if you don't practice, don't practice this kind of martial arts and techniques if you have a chance of survival."
"Even if they are extremely powerful, do you hear me?"
Chen Feng was stunned and said: "I probably know something in my heart, but I'm not that clear. I would like to ask my mother to explain it more clearly."
Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded and said: "After entering the Martial Emperor realm, your life span will be greatly increased."
"However, no one will practice martial arts and martial arts that consume life force, and no one will consume life force in exchange for something."
"Do you know why?"
Chen Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know, kid."
"Because after entering the Martial Emperor realm, you are almost one with the entire world. Every move you make is closely related to this world."
"Your life span, to a certain extent, no longer belongs to you, but is a gift from God."
"Once this thing is fixed, it cannot be changed. It cannot be increased by one year, nor can it be decreased by one year."
"That's how long you can live!"
Hearing these words, Chen Feng suddenly felt a sense of terror in his heart.
The scenery of Emperor Wu looks beautiful, but in fact, it is like a prisoner in a cage.
Moreover, life span is not controlled by one's own hands.
He immediately asked: "What if you want to increase it?"
"If you want to increase, improve your strength."
"How many levels are added and how many years are promoted, that's it."
"And if you exchange your vitality for something else, no one will make up for the loss."
"No one can make up for it for you, you can only watch your life shrinking little by little!"
Chen Feng's whole body was tense.
Xuanyuan Ruolan's eyes were stern and her words were extremely cruel, and Chen Feng also felt the extremely cold meaning from it.
He knows what his mother means.
He took a long breath and said softly: "Don't worry, mother, I understand."
"In the future, I will not trade my life force for anything."
Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded, her face full of relief.
And Chen Feng quietly added in his heart: "If that thing is worth it, I would trade it for, for example, the lives of my relatives!"
Then, Chen Feng said goodbye to his mother, took Ji Caixuan, Chen Fengziyuan and Zihuo Zhenling, left here again, and embarked on the journey again.
Not long after Chen Feng left Chaoge Tianzi City, a figure hurriedly walked in in a dark alley next to the square.
It's none other than Sha Junfeng.
He excitedly said to Si Yangcheng who was waiting there: "Chen Feng is gone. He has left Chaoge Emperor City."
"Okay!" Si Yangcheng laughed, clapped and said, "Then, let's lay a dragnet on his path and let him fall into the trap and walk into the dead end!"
Chen Feng transformed into a golden-winged roc and flew towards the purple fire swamp at extremely fast speeds.
What surprised him was that the Purple Fire True Spirit next to him, wrapped in a black cloak, could actually keep up.
The more Chen Feng got along with him, the more he felt that this guy was really unfathomable, and he didn't know how many secrets he had yet to discover.
Chen Feng moved his gaze to Chen Ziyuan next to him.
At this time, Chen Ziyuan was lying in his arms with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
That face, which was as hard as metal casting, had a calm expression, with a slight smile on it.
It's like dreaming about something particularly happy.
Seeing her expression, Chen Feng's heart seemed to soften.
He sighed softly and asked his mother about Chen Ziyuan's situation after he returned.
But his mother was helpless, and Chen Feng was a little desperate.
Because, given my mother's cultivation and knowledge, if she doesn't know, then there probably won't be many people who know.
However, this desperate mood only appeared for a moment, and Chen Feng soon returned to normal.
He told himself in his heart that he would help Chen Ziyuan find a way to recover no matter what.
Soon, Chen Feng flew in the air for a whole day and flew millions of miles.
While Chen Feng was running the Jinpeng Zongheng Jue in the air, he had no way to practice the Sword Controlling True Spirit Jue.
So, in the evening, Chen Feng stopped and found a rather remote floating mountain, where he rested for the night.
Early the next morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked at the rising sun in the distance, with a smile on his lips.
He stood up slowly, his bones crackling all over his body.
Then, he opened his mouth and let out a breath of turbid air.
He turned around and stared blankly in thought for a while, as if he was recalling something, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.
Then, he stretched out his right hand, and a sword energy suddenly slashed out, directly cutting off a small part of the floating mountain.
The small half that fell down was about a hundred meters long and looked like a huge and misshapen blade.
Then, Chen Feng pushed it with both hands, and a force immediately controlled the thing.
With a flick of the brush, it was hovering a hundred meters above Chen Feng's head.
Then, Chen Feng continued to make handprints one after another with his hands in front of him.
Each of these handprints is mysterious and inexplicable, and possesses great power.
