The Seventh Realm of Heaven and the Autumn Lan Realm.

In the land of the endless sea, the fresh sea breeze with the water vapor roars up and does not stop for a long time.

A black and white life and death hexagram and hexagram are changing rapidly, full of a mysterious meaning.

The foggy white light, centered on this life and death hexagram, the endless sea is shrouded in hundreds of millions of feet, and no one can get close to it.

Yijun stands above this nine heavens.

Looking down on the place below, looking at the seclusion of the place where the life and death hexagram is centered, a pair of eyebrows... Crumpled up.

He could feel the aura of seclusion... It's becoming chaotic at the moment, like a balloon full of water, and the water is rushing and the whole balloon is about to burst at any moment.

The center of the hexagram of life and death.

Feng You's expression was as calm as water, and around him, black and white yin and yang, and two-color qi surrounded... Echoing with it is the seven-petal purple flower under the hexagram of life and death.

The phantom of the woman among the purple flowers...

Purple and white light yarn with the wind blowing...

The woman's body is also surrounded by black and white yin and yang, and this black and white qi seems to be determining something.

Suddenly...

The original fast-flowing life and death hexagram, the changing hexagram stagnated in an instant.

The black and white light bloomed at this moment.

It was also at this time that Feng You's face changed suddenly, he let out a muffled snort, and a wisp of black and white blood slowly fell from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes opened in an instant.

He didn't care about his injury, he looked down, his eyes were full of surprise and puzzlement...

Even, he was a little skeptical of his own judgment.

"It's not..."

Whispering to himself, he used the results of the innate calculation, this seven-petaled purple flower, this woman... It's not the glimmer of life for the extremely fierce hexagram.

But if that glimmer of life is not this woman, how to explain the word 'flower' that Bu calculated.

Except for this seven-petal purple flower, he couldn't think of a second person or thing that could be related to the word 'flower'.

If there are no people or things that may be connected, how can they find a way to exert that glimmer of life in a short period of time?

Raising his hand slightly to wipe the blood from his mouth, Feng You didn't remember how many times he had been injured by his spirit, but he obviously didn't care at all.

Taking a deep breath, Feng You closed his eyes again, and the life and death hexagram that had stopped circulating was once again rapidly circulating at this moment.

The power of innate calculus...

Once again in the world.

The wind and clouds are changing, and the world is changing and regenerating.

He's going to do it again, even if it will be irreparably damaging to his injuries, but... At all costs.

Above the sky, Yijun's eyebrows furrowed more and more, originally he saw that this life and death hexagram had stopped running, and he wanted to ask about the results of Feng You.

But before he could ask, the life and death hexagram was running rapidly, and the mysterious aura appeared again.

Yijun's eyes appeared with a worried look, something must have happened, otherwise he would never have carried out the 'innate calculation' for the second time.

And in the matter of measurement, there is only one thing that will happen.

That is the 'seven-petal purple flower', not the confirmation of the word 'flower'.

Above the sky, Yijun looked at the seven-petal purple flower in the center of the sea of flowers, and looked at the female phantom in the flower plant, and there was also confusion in his eyes.

If it's really not Zixia... Who is it?!

Looking at Feng You again, only Feng You knows the answer, but now is not the time to ask, he can only bury this doubt in his heart, Yijun retracts his gaze and continues to protect Feng You.

That's the only thing he's able to do.

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On the thirty-sixth day, on the banks of the boundary river outside the gate of heaven.

Qin Feng had just stepped out of the Boundary River, but his expression was stunned, and just now, another picture flashed in his mind.

This time's picture... Clearer!

Still is... The woman.

Zixia!

'Why...'

'Why is there always her appearance...'

‘......’

Qin Feng stood on the bank of this boundary river, and behind him was the rushing water of the boundary river, and the water splashed over him, but it was all passing through in vain, leaving no trace.

The boundary river is tangible, and the flowing water is unintentional.

A flash of purple light flashed in his hand, Qin Feng looked down at the purple flower slightly, and his sword eyebrows furrowed tightly.

'Could it be... You're a silver lining to me. ’

Whispers in my heart...

Qin Feng knew that there was something hidden in the petals sent by Nezha, which must be what Zixia wanted to say to Sun Wukong, the mood that belonged to Sun Wukong, constantly tumbling in his heart, wanting to know the secret of this flower.

However, he was forcibly suppressed by Qin Feng, and with a grip of his hand, he put away this purple flower.

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction of Tianmen, the final sweeping work has been completed at this moment.

Even the thirty-sixth day of the Mansion Jun Ling Yazi had completely become an ice sculpture at this moment, but it had not yet exploded, obviously it was intentional by Wu Zhiqi, and he wanted to wait until Qin Feng decided.

After all, this Ling Yazi is the thirty-sixth day of the mansion, that is, the thirty-sixth day boss appointed by the Immortal Court.

To kill or not to kill, no branch Qi has to listen to Qin Feng's meaning.

With one step, Qin Feng's figure came to the demons of this Heavenly Gate like a phantom.

"Big brother, what should you do with this person?"

Wu Zhiqi carried the cold ice stick stick, pointed to Ling Yazi who had turned into an ice sculpture, and Ling Yazi who had turned into an ice sculpture, and his face still maintained a look of horror.

Apparently he didn't expect it either...

As the pinnacle of quasi-sainthood and the king of the mansion of the day, and the spirit sword with the power of the most holy in his hand, he could not stop the cold power of Wuzhiqi, and was forcibly turned into an ice sculpture.

For this Ling Yazi, Qin Feng just glanced at it lightly, but he didn't look at it again.

His mind calculates...

Starting from the immortal city of the Yunshui Realm, fighting Nezha's incarnation, destroying the five directions to reveal the truth, stepping on the Firmament Mansion, and going out of the Heavenly Gate to fight Yang Jian, the time spent was already close to two hours.

This small half of the power extracted from the golden body of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain will be recalled again after Sun Wukong's heart is asleep.

And the power accumulated in Sun Wukong's heart during this time can only last for twelve hours at most.

That is to say...

The time left for Qin Feng is only ten hours now, and he can't even make up for a whole day.

Ten hours, Qin Feng must finish all the things that need to be done during this period, and then... Walk away.

"Killed. ”

Regarding Wu Zhiqi's inquiry, Qin Feng only said two words lightly.

In his eyes, there is no difference between a prince and an ordinary heavenly soldier.

After three breaths.

Bang!

Before the Gate of Heaven... A brilliant ice flower bloomed.

On the thirty-sixth day, Ling Yazi, the king of heaven, has been scattered since then.

Another half of the tea time passed.

The vast army of demons, starting from the Heavenly Gate of the Thirty-sixth Heaven, went forward along the boundary river, and the Boundary Heaven passed along the way, from the Heavenly Gate of each heaven, there was a steady stream of demons joining the army, but not a single day of soldiers dared to take the lead.

The Great Holy Flag, fluttering and waving!