Feng Ziyin, the beauty of Xue Yan is not as good as Xue Yan, and her temperament is calm. She is not as good as Xue Yan, nor is she as strong as Hongxu.

She is calm and calm, but she will never be ignored.

"Ziyin, I've been separated for hundreds of years, is it okay?"

"Do you think I'm good?" Feng Zi yin tears fell like rain, waiting here for hundreds of years, and even she forgot her original intention of waiting here.

Xiao Chen was silent and sighed quietly for a while: "Why don't you ascend?"

"Flying? How do you let me face you?" Feng Zi yin raised his head, looking forward to it, and resentment.

"Ziyin, you can actually..."

A finger gently pressed Xiao Chen's lips: "Xiao Chen, do you know that Hongxu is dead."

"What?"

Xiao Chen's body shook, and the red dress appeared in his eyes. Yiren's words were still in his ears: "The love is huge, and it surrounds my heart."

"Red fluff!" Xiao Chen felt a pain in his heart, as if he had lost something, perhaps many things, only at the moment he lost did he know that he regretted it and knew that it had been deeply engraved.

"This is a handwritten book left by Hongxu." Feng Ziyin handed a piece of silk to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen took it silently, his tentacles were warm and soft, and there was a faint sweet fragrance that was fascinating. Xiao Chen was very familiar with this fragrance and was unique to Hongxu.

He gently spread out the silk, and only a strand of hair was placed on the snow-white silk. Xiao Chen raised it with his fingers, looking at the hair on his fingertips, and he was stunned.

Fengzi sighed quietly and turned around and left. Red fluff, red fluff, sometimes I envy you so much, and death is also a kind of relief.

"The past is like smoke, and the past is like dreams."

Xiao Chen gently closed the silk in his hand, and inadvertently, a tear fell from the corner of his eyes.

Hongxu, I will lose you after all!

Xiao Chen turned around and left Mingyue Pavilion and began to walk towards the back mountain. The Human Emperor's Sect originally had no back mountain, but since Xuanyuan came out of seclusion, he built a thatched house on the side of the Yin and Yangs of the Human Emperor's Sect for living in it.

This time, Xiao Chen came to the world to find Xuanyuan and find a way to reshape Fuxi's past body.

"Xiao Chen, my disciple, you are not in the fairy world to enjoy the blessing of the supreme leader, but you are here to see me, the old man. I must have something important, right?"

Xuanyuan welcomed Xiao Chen into the thatched hut, and he couldn't help but make Xiao Chen's face turn red. It didn't feel good if he sat there.

"Okay, Xiao Chen is rarely there once. Do you have to joke with him like this?" Feng Ling smiled and brought two cups of tea, and gave Xuanyuan a complaint.

"Ahem..."

Xuanyuan laughed dryly. In fact, since Xiao Chen and his human imperial sect, he discovered that he had some guesses about Xiao Chen's purpose, but he was still very uncertain.

"Disciple, you're for..."

"Yes, this time my disciple came to look for Master to reshape Fuxi's past life."

When Xuanyuan heard this, he suddenly stood up and trembled uncontrollably. After a long time, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"My disciple, tell me what you think. As long as you can help the master, you will never speak!"

"Master, I intend to use the Soul Sutra method of the Witch Clan, and use Fuxi's thoughts as a medium to force the soul and reunite the past."

Xiao Chen pinched out a glimmer of light from his sleeve, which was the residual thought that was unexpectedly summoned with the soul lamp.

Fuxi gently took it with his palm and felt this wisp of remnant thoughts, including panic, confusion, fear, and helplessness.

But it still clearly reminded him of the feeling that made him familiar. This is Fuxi's remnant thought. Only Fuxi's remnant thoughts will make him feel familiar.

"Yes, it's certain that it's Fuxi's remnant, and his mental power is still very strong."

"Okay, that's good." Xiao Chen was overjoyed at the moment. His main purpose was to determine the origin of this remnant thought.

Xiao Chen told Xuanyuan all the time. After hearing this, Xuanyuan made a decision and supported it with all his strength.

Three days later, on the Yin and Yangtai of the Human Emperor's Sect, Xiao Chen and Xuanyuan sat cross-legged, with a jade butterfly placed in the middle. The jade butterfly covered with yellow talisman paper, which was distributed in the shape of an Eight Trigrams. There was a glimmer of light in the middle of the Eight Trigrams.

The entire Yin and Yangtai was built with a maze array and countless blood patterns were painted. These blood patterns were crooked and looked weird and terrifying, but the aura was domineering and arrogant.

These two contradictions overlap, but appear so harmonious and natural. These blood patterns were portrayed by Xiao Chen using the blood of eighty-two rare beasts.

There is one thing about this, which is also recorded in the Soul Sutra. Eighty-two are the art of soul condensing. Xiao Chen did this to make it easier when condensing Fuxi's soul.

These blood patterns are combined together, called the Eighty-Two Heavenly Demon Soul Condensation Array, which is the result of Xiao Chen and Xuanyuan's sleepless days.

It can also be said that it is the strongest embodiment of the formation of the master and apprentice!

"My disciple, I didn't expect that after you become the supreme saint, you will still have to go against this heavenly way." Xuanyuan looked at the blood patterns around him and sighed quietly.

"Master, the path of cultivation is to fight with the sky, so why are you afraid of?" Xiao Chen raised his hands and the blood patterns on the entire Yin and Yangtai lit up, and began to float slowly. Thousands of blood patterns danced back and forth on the Yin and Yangtai. The turbulent blood light connected together to form an inexplicable rule.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan closed his hands and began to make quick gestures. He quickly ran out his mysterious words and recited the eighty-two Heavenly Evil Soul Condensation Techniques in his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooo..." Betwow and the earth were crying and howling, and the wind blew. When Xiao Chen saw this, his eyebrows lit up, and a mysterious light passed through his fingertips, and two drops of essence and blood fell into the dark light in the middle.

Fuxi was the sage of the human race, so Xiao Chen used the blood of the human emperor to increase the spiritual power of the remaining thoughts to condense the souls of the past.

"Wind, wind, why not come back?" Fuxi started singing the songs of Fuxi's old place while playing the mysterious decisive story.

The blood patterns floating on the Yin and Yang terraces are getting brighter and brighter, and the wonderful rules seem to communicate with an existence. The world is shining brightly, and the sound of ghosts and howlings echoes throughout the imperial religion.

At the same time, the entire human world was filled with blood and rain, as if someone had touched the wrath of the sky.

Hongjun, who was comprehending the way of heaven in Yuxu Palace, browsed and woke up from the meditation. After counting his fingers, he knew the beginning and end of the matter.

"Xiao Chen, Shu Zi, I have violated my heavenly way several times, so I really regard my heavenly way as nothing!"

Hongjun was furious: with a wave of the whisk in his hand, he had already reached the void of the Human Emperor's Church.

"Xiao Chen, Xuanyuan, who gave you the courage to violate my laws of heaven many times."

Hongjun waved his sleeves and a big moon fell on the spot. The whole moon was exactly the moon star in the sky, and the cold air was the only one that could defeat the supreme saint.

Xiao Chen felt the supreme pressure, frowned, and said to Xuanyuan: "Master, old man Hongjun, let me stop you, you are the leader of the Eighty-Two Heavenly Demon Soul Condensation Formation."

"Okay, I'll just go there, I'll leave it here to my master." Xuanyuan knew that he had no chance of winning against Hongjun, and only Xiao Chen could compete with this Hunyuan Saint.

He agreed without raising his head, but his hands were not slow, and he was playing the Xuan Jue in a mess. The eighty-two Heavenly Demon Soul Condensation Array became brighter and brighter, and the blood patterns even oozed out with a strong smell of blood.

And the faint light in the white plate also began to condense, and a human-shaped embryo appeared faintly.

At this moment, the big moon was already coming, and Xiao Chen jumped directly, and his whole body turned into a golden light, shattering the big moon directly.

"Hongjun, you are really meddling in other people's business."

Xiao Chen held the Bagua Linglong Demon Refining Tower in his hand, standing in the learning air, with a strong bloodthirsty desire in his eyes. When he reached his level, killing other saints was like pinching a dog.

Only Hongjun in front of him can make him feel the desire to fight!

However, this kind of gaze fell into Hongjun's eyes and became naked contempt. Hongjun was furious at the moment, and his wrist turned, and a jade rockery pressed down on Xiao Chen.

"Fenbao Cliff!"

Xiao Chen looked at a jade rockery, which was as big as a millstone, but it was full of jade-colored luster. Among them, the mountains and plants were visible in a tiny bit, and there was a pressure from a magical artifact flowing back and forth. This must be the legendary Fenbao Cliff.

It is rumored that the Fenbao Cliff is an innate artifact, and it is also a natural artifact born from heaven and earth. A Bagua Lingqing Demon Refining Tower like Xiao Chen can only be regarded as an acquired artifact, and the power of the two is somewhat different.

Therefore, Xiao Chen did not dare to be negligent at all, and directly used the strongest magic method. All methods returned to the ancestral root. A golden Tai Chi diagram mixed with eighteen battle diagrams, which slowly rolled in the palm of his palm like a millstone.

The Fenbao Cliff arrived in an instant, directly smashing Xiao Chen's Tai Chi diagram, and bombarding Xiao Chen's chest with constant trend.

"ah!"

The heavy pressure and the supreme power of the artifact directly pierced Xiao Chen's chest. Seeing this on the Yinyang Platform Xuanyuan was very anxious, but when the soul condensation reached a critical moment, he could not take action at all.

"Damn it, so what about the Saint Hunyuan? I don't believe it, I can't beat you."

Xiao Chen knew the difference between him and Hongjun, which was not only reflected in his cultivation level, but also in the years. Hongjun's years have been estimating the way of heaven. It can be said that his every move is the way of heaven.

And compared to him, I am far worse!

Since this is the case, I can only fight against the sky with my blood and break through the shackles of the heavenly way with my supreme spirit.

Xiao Chen roared to the sky, and the Eight Trigrams and Demon Refining Tower in his hand swept out, and the twelve heavens were covering the treasure cliff.
Chapter completed!