Li Xiaofeng pulled Rahu to blow himself up with such terrifying energy fluctuations, although the Arctic ice field was far away, but both the ink fairy and the ginkgo fairy could clearly feel it.

Especially the ink fairy, she has followed Li Xiaofeng for a long time and has a deep affection for Li Xiaofeng. The cause and effect between the two have long been closely implicated. At the moment of Li Xiaofeng's accident, the ink fairy sensed it, and only felt a tingling pain in his heart, and the Yuan Shen was suddenly stunned.

"Great Immortal!" The ink fairy who was meditating cross-legged in the cave mansion spit out a mouthful of blood all over his body, and muttered with a pale face, and he went out like crazy without being able to lift the ban on the formation outside the cave.

The Ginkgo Fairy, who also felt uneasy, had just come out of her cultivation place and felt the fluctuation of the ink fairy's violent aura.

"What's the matter?" The Divine Sense Detective noticed that the Ink Fairy was flying frantically towards the south, and the Ginkgo Fairy, who frowned and was puzzled, also hurriedly flew up and followed: "Ink, what's going on?"

After all, the extreme north of the Flood Desolation is far away from the Flood Desolation Western Continent, and when the Ink Fairy and the Ginkgo Biloba Fairy rushed to the core of the storm in the Flood Desolation Western Continent, Kunpeng and they had already left.

"Daxian! Daxian" looked at the blood all over the ground, feeling the familiar breath of Li Xiaofeng in the rich bloody aura, the ink fairy with a paler face, flew like crazy and fell to the ground, grabbed the soil on the ground, his jade hands trembled, and tears flowed down his face in an instant.

Ah, the ink fairy who knelt on the ground and twitched with her delicate body, suddenly raised her head and let out a hoarse roar after a while. In an instant, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed, and the rich aura of water converged and turned into a downpour.

The heavy rain fell on the dark red ground, turning into blood, staining the black clothes of the ink fairy.

The ink fairy, who was instantly violent with mana all over his body, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his legs turned into snake's tail and fell to the ground weakly, and his entire body became a semi-demon.

"Ink!" In the anxious shout, it was the ginkgo fairy who came later, and saw the ink fairy lying in the blood with a weak breath, and hurriedly flew forward to help him up.

"Great Immortal Great Immortal" muttered to himself The ink fairy's beautiful eyes were hazy, and then she fell weakly into the arms of the ginkgo fairy and passed out.

Feeling the weakened spirit breath of the ink fairy, the ginkgo fairy suddenly panicked: "Ink"

In the eastern part of the Honghuang Continent, in the mountains behind Qingqiu Mountain, in the cave mansion in the Wind Roar Valley, the Qingqiu Fairy who was quietly sitting on the blue jade stone platform was surrounded by a whirlwind, hunting in green clothes on his body, and was immersed in the cultivation and perception of the Heavenly Dao of the Wind.

Hum An invisible fluctuation made the entire cave house tremble slightly.

The Qingqiu Fairy, who seemed to be aware of it, couldn't help frowning and frowning, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth where the mana in his body was a little disordered, and he suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face: "What's the matter?

The Qingqiu Fairy, who didn't think much about it, didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, so she hurriedly flew away from the cave mansion and walked towards the simple cave opened up by Li Xiaofeng, who was also in the Wind Roar Valley.

In the empty space in the belly of Dongfu Mountain, there is only one green jade statue standing, which is the statue of Li Xiaofeng.

Looking at the statue with dim light and weak breath power fluctuations, the Qingqiu Fairy who had just come here couldn't help but staggered back two steps with a trembling body, shook his head with a white face and said, "No, no, how could something happen to him?"

The Qingqiu Fairy, who was whispering, hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the green jade statue, hugged it tightly, and silently two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

And at this moment, the green jade statue suddenly lit up faintly with a faint blue light, and then the surrounding void quietly distorted, and the blood mist energy seeped out of thin air, surging towards the green jade statue and submerged into the idol.

"Huh?" The Qingqiu Fairy, who was aware of it, was stunned, and hurriedly let go of the Qingyu Divine Statue, and soon found that with a large amount of blood mist pouring into the Divine Statue, the Divine Statue quietly had some vitality.

The point is that the breath of life contained in the blood mist is too familiar to the Qingqiu Fairy, it is Li Xiaofeng's breath!

In a short period of effort, a lot of energetic blood mist poured into the green jade statue.

Inside the green jade statue, Li Xiaofeng's original trace of weakness and almost dissipated divine thoughts slowly became conscious under the nourishment of blood mist energy: "What's the matter? How can my god statue also absorb the residual energy of my collapsed body?"

"Xiaoyao, you're not dead, are you really not dead?" said the Qingqiu Fairy, who covered her mouth with her jade hand, cried with joy.

"Rub, are you still smiling me to death?" Li Xiaofeng secretly slandered the divine thoughts in the statue, but he was too weak to communicate with the Qingqiu Fairy. As for the change of the statue, Li Xiaofeng really doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

In the wilderness, the fastest is time. The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. The time of the flood is like the flow of water, which will never return, and will never be able to go back, but can only move forward.

Unknowingly, the 129,600 years of the Yuan Hui after the opening of the heavens by the flood was over. Although it is only the beginning of the opening of the heavens, in this Yuanhui, all things are derived, all beings are reproduced, the three clans fight, and the Demon Ancestor is also very exciting, and it is also very exciting.

The Demon Ancestor Rahu was wiped out, but the Ancestral Dragon and the Qilin King fell, and Tianfeng went to suppress the Nanming Volcano and it was difficult to leave forever. In order to destroy the Demon Ancestor Rahu, the Great Immortal, Yang Mei Ancestor, Yin Yang Ancestor, and Five Elements Ancestor, including Huangtian and Canglong, were all sacrificed. Although it is said that Huangtian and Canglong did not make any great contribution to the elimination of Demon Ancestor Luohu, but instead became the minions of Demon Ancestor Luohu and indirectly killed the Yin and Yang Ancestor and the Five Elements Ancestor, but everyone is dead, and Nuwa and other living powers will naturally not tell the truth about what happened. Let the people of later generations think that they also sacrificed for the famine!

With the arrival of the second Yuan Hui of the Flood Famine, although the three clans declined, the Flood Famine still slowly regained its vitality and prospered rapidly. There is less fighting, and naturally more and more creatures are born. It's just that since the newly born beings are not innate beings, the level of cultivation has appeared at a lower level of refinement. As more and more creatures are born, the number of innate beings born in heaven and earth is decreasing.

However, many of the newly born creatures in the flood wilderness are the descendants of congenital beings, and they are not weakly talented. It's just that the inheritance of this bloodline and the influence between different bloodlines, although some amazing and brilliant demons have also been born, but more and more ordinary and weak creatures have been born.

The flood famine ushered in its new life, ushered in prosperity and development, and slowly and quietly ushered in a new round of fighting and killing.

First of all, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Emperor Jun brothers reached the cultivation of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and then strongly integrated the power of the flood wilderness, established the heavenly court above the nine heavens, and established the demon clan. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun relied on the merit and luck of establishing the demon clan to break through the corpse beheading and become quasi-saint powers in one fell swoop.

However, just when the demon clan was powerful, quite dominating the flood and swallowing mountains and rivers, at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, twelve ancestral witches were born, and 100,000 innate witches were born.

The sudden birth of the Wu clan shook the entire flood at once. Because the Wu clan is too strong, although there are not many clansmen, they are basically elites, and the proportion of strong people among the 100,000 Wu clans is amazing. The key is that the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, the elite are all with quasi-saint level strength, and even the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Emperor Jun will be afraid of joining forces.

Fortunately, the Wu Clan does not have very top-notch and powerful divine weapons, and the Demon Clan still has an advantage in this regard. But the Wicans also have an advantage, that is, their strong physical bodies.

After a short confrontation, both lich clans realized that the other party was not easy to deal with, so they both kept restraint for the time being.

However, such restraint is only temporary. As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and the battle between the lich is always inevitable.

But all of this has nothing to do with Li Xiaofeng. At this moment, he was slowly recovering from the Eight Treasures Yunguang Cave of the Nine Peaks Iron Brake Mountain in West Kunlun! Fortunately, he had discovered such a good place before, otherwise Li Xiaofeng, who had always lived in a fixed place, would not know where to go to find a place to hide and heal.

In the Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave, on the blue jade stone platform, the chaotic bead breath is restrained, and it is slightly suspended close to the stone platform. With the power of the Chaos Bead, fortunately it is suspended, otherwise I am afraid that the stone platform will be crushed and collapsed.

In the Chaos Bead, which has evolved into a very large but relatively desolate internal space void like the real world, in the misty blood mist, a figure with a golden light of merit looming can be seen **** sitting cross-legged, exuding a surging majestic aura fluctuation. (To be continued.) )