About 70,000 miles away from the south of Sansheng Island, there is a human gathering place called Feihe Island.
Feihe Island is not big, its overall area is equivalent to half the size of the abandoned land of Qin, and nearly 300 million people live here. There is no mortal country on Feihe Island, and everything big and small is flown by the only immortal sect on this island.
He Zong, in charge of management.
The island is divided into seventy-two states, and each state is staffed by three foundation-building cultivators. Depending on the population, regional characteristics, and the complexity of things in each state, some Qi-refining cultivators will be sent as assistants, and some will also be recruited.
Some people from aristocratic families help manage it.
At the southern end of Feihe Island, in "Feiyun Prefecture", one of the seventy-two prefectures, there is a small city called "Tingyun". In Tingyun City, the three major families of Wei, Shu and Wu stand in a powerful position. There is competition, but more cooperation.
Whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation, or resources such as timber, minerals, etc., the three major families are all involved, accounting for more than 90% of the business in Tingyun City.
The three major families are married to each other, and their relationship is like an old tree with its roots, extremely complicated, but overall, it is quite harmonious.
However, just half a year ago, something bad happened suddenly in the usually peaceful Tingyun City. The Wei and Wu families among the three major families had a great deal of trouble. As a result, prices in the city skyrocketed and the people complained. If not
The cultivators in Feiyun Prefecture suppressed it forcefully, and the two families were afraid that it would turn into a fight.
However, the matter has not been resolved, and the two families are destined to not be at peace. Now, Leng Yufei, one of the three foundation-building experts in charge of everything in Feiyun State, has come to the Wu family again.
Leng Yufei is the core disciple of Feihe Sect. His strength has already reached the late stage of foundation building. He is cold and decisive. He originally didn't bother to pay attention to these worldly things. However, this matter was too big and the other two who were in charge
The foundation-building master brothers were at the critical moment of breaking through the bottleneck, so they had to come in person.
In the main hall of the Wu family, in the carved and painted hall supported by white jade pillars, dozens of people were arguing fiercely. On the left, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy in a funeral robe with a white face and closed eyes was lying quietly with a trace on his forehead.
The scarred wounds had obviously been dead for a long time, but they had been blessed with secret techniques and were not damaged.
Next to the deceased, a lady with a tragic face was wailing like rain. Months of torture had worn the woman out of shape. Her complexion was sallow and her cheeks were thin. If it were not for the beaded and jade ornaments on her head, she would not be able to look like her.
She was even more haggard. Next to the woman, a middle-aged man with a wooden hairpin in his hair and a noble robe, who looked equally tired, yelled angrily. His whole figure seemed to have been drained of energy and was very depressed.
After three people, dozens of servants were armed with swords, guns and sticks, ready to rush in if they disagreed.
On the right side, there is a woman wearing a bun and a purple dress.
The middle-aged man in a robe finally sighed softly at the middle-aged man's accusation, "Brother Shu, our two families have been friends for hundreds of years. I won't say much else. We only have one son in the Wu family.
, classmates were playing around and accidentally beat Mr. Ling to death. It is indeed my evil son’s fault. Whether you want my wealth of ten thousand yuan or you are a son who owes his father, I will compensate you for this life. I only ask that you can
Let my evil son go for once..."
The old man burst into tears, his voice revealing endless fatigue.
"Okay, where is the murderer?"
The man on the throne, wearing a blue robe, a serious middle-aged man in his thirties, finally showed a hint of impatience and snorted coldly.
Hearing this, the old man on the right's rickety waist trembled suddenly, his face turned pale, and he couldn't hold it up any longer, so he fell to the ground. Hearing this, the middle-aged man on the left waved his hands back.
Xiao Si has already rushed towards the backyard.
Not long after, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with an angry face and a sullen spirit was picked up by two young men.
The young man had red lips and white teeth, and was extremely handsome. However, his complexion was not that of an ordinary person. He looked extremely ferocious, as if he was hiding great anger. He looked like a hungry wolf, looking as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Killing for life is a matter of course. Since the Wu family killed the young master of the Wei family, let's just pay for life with one's life!"
Seeing the young man's appearance, the middle-aged man in Taoist robes frowned and snorted coldly. At the same time as his voice fell, a sword light swept towards the young man's neck without hesitation. With a "puff", they separated.
Not long after, a ray of light had already soared into the sky from the Wu Mansion and sped towards the northwest. However, there was a hint of helplessness on the face of Leng Yufei, who had always been expressionless, "It still failed. After more than three hundred years,
, but now I have only gathered the two original emotions of "happiness" and "fear", and I don't know when it will end!"
Leng Yufei said, looking around, and finally stopped on a peak. As his mind was immersed, he looked towards his heart. There were two dove egg-sized doves, one pink and one green. The extremely pure original emotions were already there.
It thrives in the heart, and even the origin of "joy" is rooted in pink pigeon eggs, and has grown many dense pink branches, branches and leaves, like asparagus, countless.
"Rong Ling" is equivalent to the realm of Yuanying Ancestor.
Use the virtual body to collect the seven purest emotions in your heart, use these emotions as "seeds", use the original soul as the "soil", plant these collected emotions on the soul, and wait until the soul is completely absorbed by these emotions.
Once exhausted, these thoughts will turn into seven extremely pure "thoughts", and then merge into the virtual body transformed by the "original spirit".
Today, Kong Fei has already "planted" the two origins of "joy" and "fear" in his soul. With these emotions
As he gradually grew up, Kong Fei could clearly feel the gradual weakening of his soul, but at the same time, Kong Fei also gained a new ability to truly participate in other people's dreams.
In the past, Kong Fei was probably equivalent to an outsider who could only mobilize certain emotions of the person in his dream. As the two original emotions of "happiness" and "fear" continued to grow and grow, now Kong Fei was able to truly
These two emotions can be changed, from joy to fear, and from fear to joy, in just one thought.
In addition to mutual transformation, countless thoughts derived from the two emotions of "joy" and "fear" also changed in Kong Fei's mind.
When all the seven original threads are collected and matured, they will reach the peak of "Spirit Fusion". In terms of realm alone, it is the same as the peak of Nascent Soul, but its degree of weirdness is much more domineering.
Seeing that the two original threads were growing well, Kong Fei nodded, then sighed softly, and looked around. Just when he was about to "reincarnate" again, the next moment, something seemed to appear. He raised his hand and a talisman fire light appeared.
Then it fell towards the palm of his hand, and at the same time, a vague young man's voice came out from the talisman fire.
"Senior Brother Leng, from their mouths, we have found out the traces of the witch. She is back!"
As the sound fell, the talisman fire burned directly into a ball of ashes.
"A witch again?!"
Kong Fei murmured to himself, with some doubts in his voice. In the past three hundred years, every time he woke up from "reincarnation", he would hear this name more or less. For these external things, Kong Fei originally
I don’t care at all, but if I listen to it more, I will naturally form certain impressions.
At this moment, "Leng Yufei" frowned slightly, thought for a while, then turned into a escaping light and galloped away towards where he came from.
Nine days later, Feihe Island, where five Jindan ancestors were seated, was massacred overnight, and more than 300,000 disciples of the Feihe Sect died. This shocking news was like the wind everywhere, and in just two days,
Within a few months, the news had spread throughout all human gathering places, large and small.
Two Nascent Soul monsters from the Three Saints Sect came to investigate, but the final result was that nothing happened. Half a month later, a horrifying news spread from the Three Saints Island. The demon from three hundred years ago was
Zu Kong Fei is not dead, and the main culprit of Feihe Island is this demon ancestor who brought harm to the common people.
For a time, the entire human race gathering place was filled with panic, and countless cultivators swarmed towards the Three Holy Islands, hoping to seek some shelter. Such an appearance gave off a notorious reputation.
On the top of an unknown mountain a million miles away, "Leng Yufei" looked towards the direction of the Three Holy Islands. There was a little bit of sarcasm in his eyes. He said nothing and then merged into the crowd at the foot of the mountain.