The Ji family in the snow and ice, Tianji Pavilion.

Ji Ziming, with white hair, hugged Luo Feng's body, with a confused expression.

Is Luo Feng really dead like this?

At this time, a sword was floating above the depths of the Qi Sea.

The sword shape had no vitality at all, and turned into countless broken stones and disappeared into the depths of the dark sea of ​​air.

And with the fall of gravel, Luo Feng's thinking.

It is said that after a person dies, the brain has not died in a true sense, and there are still twenty-four hours left.

Luo Feng was in a cold dark space and his body was falling rapidly.

The feeling of weightlessness is not good, as if it is swallowed by the darkness, and all efforts and shouting are in vain.

Luo Feng didn't know how long he had fallen, but his consciousness became weaker.

"I'm really going to die like this. Is this really over this time?"

The faint crying sounded in the dark space, which was Ji Ziming's voice.

Luo Feng reached out his hand to grasp that it was the source of the sound, but found that everything was futile.

And at this moment, a dazzling golden light lit up in the endless abyss, emitting gentleness and softness illuminating the world.

"This is..." Luo Feng was stunned.

In the depths of the darkness, the golden light became stronger and stronger. An old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged in the world, looking at Luo Feng with a smile.

"That's the old master," Luo Feng was overjoyed.

The golden phantom suddenly soared into the sky, actually supporting Luo Feng's body and began to quickly move towards the sky.

"Is Master Tian's cultivation helping me?" Luo Feng smiled bitterly, "It's useless. My qi sea has dried up, and my blood has lost its breath of life. Although Master Tian's cultivation is still there, he just helps me.

Just maintain consciousness for a moment.”

But! Is this really the case?

Soon Luo Feng discovered something was wrong.

"Wait, this breath is not right," Luo Feng looked at the golden phantom holding him in surprise.

This aura was clearly the same when Ji Ziming broke through to the Xuan Realm.

Luo Feng stared at the golden phantom and finally understood.

The old master broke through the mysterious realm at that time, and he was only one step away from succeeding.

But in the end, in order to save Luo Feng, he had to withdraw halfway. Although he had never become a Xuan Realm warrior, he had stepped in half his foot.

The seeds of the mysterious realm that they had realized actually transferred all the old master to the depths of Luo Feng's Qihai.

This is the old master's understanding of the Xuan Realm. At this time, he was using his last remaining heat and tried his best to lift Luo Feng upwards.

The dark aura suddenly burst out with golden light, filled with a powerful breath of life.

Immediately afterwards, the sword-shaped shape that fell apart in the sky sensed the energy of the Qihai below and began to absorb it in common sense and use it for one's own use.

Suddenly, the sword body emitted a faint buzz, and the flowing light lingered in the sword body, illuminating this space.

"I still have a chance, I still have a chance," Luo Feng felt the bloodline of the Ji family awakening rapidly.

At this time, Ji Ziming from the outside world also felt Luo Feng's heartbeat and the temperature changed slightly.

"This is..." Ji Ziming's beautiful eyes were filled with tears and his face was full of surprise.

"bite!"

A golden ripples bloomed with Luo Feng as the source, lifting Luo Feng up and began to float in the air.

"This is the breath of the seeds of the Xuan Realm," Ji Xuanyi was shocked.

Luo Feng's body was wrapped in golden light, and the soft breath nourished every inch of Luo Feng's dry cells.

Only then did Ji Xuanyi remember that she had heard Yin Chen mention the amazing master of China, who used a secret technique to transition her cultivation for Luo Feng.

"The seeds of the mysterious realm that the old master has learned have come into play, but why does it work at this time? Could it be that some kind of force is attracting it?"

"Is it me?" Ji Ziming stared at his brand new body blankly.

She has surpassed the limits of warriors, and what she understands, perceives and sees are completely new.

The phantom deep in Ji Ziming's Qi Sea fluctuated at this moment.

"I understand, there is rescue, and there is rescue," Ji Ziming crossed his knees, and the phantom of the Qihai was herself. At this time, a powerful breath of life and golden light formed a connection.

The blue and golden auras were intertwined. At this time, the bloodline of the Ji family in Luo Feng's body quickly recovered and even burst out with unprecedented power.

Deep in the Qi Sea of ​​Luofeng, the golden ocean almost filled the entire Qi Sea. As Ji Ziming's breath of life poured in, the Qi Sea became a blue and gold.

The sword shapes burst out with brilliant light, like a heavy rain nourishing the earth, and a peaceful breath of life began to revive.

With the young man sighing, the cold air in Xuanji Pavilion faded.

......

At this time, the Ji family and others were rejected on the periphery.

Ji Canghai and others fell into deep thought.

"Dad, Brother Wudao will be fine, right? I haven't seen him before. I don't know what he looks like," Ji Xuanyi, who was beside her, cried and her eyes were red.

"Girl, actually my dad should have told you earlier," Ji Canghai sighed.

"What's the matter?"

"Actually, you have seen that child Wudao, and you still know him."

"Meet?" Ji Xuanyi cried with a sad cry, "Dad, don't fool me anymore, I'm so sad now."

"That child Luo Feng is injustice."

"What did you say?" Ji Xuanyi was stunned and then cried even louder.

"I just said that when I saw Brother Luo Feng in the five courtyards, I felt that he was very familiar with him. It turned out that he was my brother Wudao, and I was even more sad, wuwu..."

Ji Canghai shook his head and said, "I don't know what the head of the family is doing inside at this time. Doesn't her ice wall mean to see no one?"

"I can't understand the pain of losing a child," said the fourth head of the Ji family, "What's more, Wudao's good child thought that Ji Ziming's head died?"

Suddenly, when everyone was at a loss, Ji Ziming's voice came from inside the Ji family.

"Come in."

"Has the head of Ji Ziming said?" Everyone stared at the big eyes, looking disbelief.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ji Canghai shook his head, "Don't worry about these for now, let's talk about it later."

The ice wall ahead melted, and it was Ji Ziming who dispersed.

When everyone entered the snowy world, they felt an extreme chill and couldn't help but tremble.

Finally, people saw Ji Ziming from Tianji Pavilion standing there with a tired look on his face.

"See the head of the family!"

Members of the Ji family bowed one after another.

"Thank you for your hard work in Canghai, are you okay?" Ji Ziming asked.

Ji Canghai looked self-blame, "Canghai is useless. If you fail to protect Wuyu, you deserve to die."

"Everything has its own fixed number, and you have done your best," Ji Ziming looked at Ji Fengyuan, the head of the Ji family in the crowd.

"Fengyuan, you once said that you will not interfere with any internal conflicts between the Ji family and will always remain neutral. Now it seems that you are making a mistake."

The handsome middle-aged man with a pair of eye-catching eyes, he said seriously, "Ji Ye colluded with the Miller family. I didn't want to interfere, but I didn't want to watch the glory of the Ji family ruined by Ji Ye's idiot."

"Compared with Ji Ye, I think you are more suitable for the position of the head of the Ji family, not to mention..." A trace of regret flashed in Ji Fengyuan's eyes, "Wudao's child allowed me to see the cold-blooded side of the big family, which made us all

The elders with the same bloodline felt ashamed."

"Yes, I'm not as good as a child, I'm really a fool."

Everyone bowed their heads in shame and felt deeply regretful of Luo Feng's fall.

Ji Ziming smiled faintly, "Although Wudao is dead, he will always live in our hearts."

Looking into the distance.

At the top of the mountain at sunset, a weak figure was looking at Ji Ziming from the sky.

The young man held a peach wood sword in his hand, his face pale and weak.

"Mother, Wudao is dead, but Luo Feng is still alive, we will see you again."

"Let's go," Caiyun and Ouyang Kuang walked behind him and helped Luo Feng up.

"Good boy, I know you are not just me. Go, there, where the sun rises is where you should exist," Ji Ziming's mouth danced with a satisfied smile.
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