All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 72

It is very difficult for a person who is accustomed to using spells not to use spells at all.

In daily life, if the clothes are dirty, you need to use spells to clean them, if you are injured, you need to use spells to heal them, to pick things up, you need to use teleportation, and when you are traveling, you need to use teleportation.

Even if one does not use spells intentionally, subconscious reactions in critical situations are always unavoidable.

Therefore, Qing Lang sealed his spiritual power as soon as he set off, and walked forward relying on his physical body.

This time, it will be another 500 years.

For 500 years, the stars have changed, and the sea has changed.

Qing Lang sealed his own spiritual power, so it was difficult for anyone to find him, and he could not receive anyone's messages.

Everything is learned from passers-by.

I heard that the demon king died, and the new demon king took the throne, and the demon world became more peaceful.

It is said that the Emperor of Heaven abdicated and Prince Changbai came to the throne, but there was a riot on the day he came to the throne, and an arm was cut off by his former colleague. No one knew why.

I heard that the Demon King killed the Demon King and the God of War easily and casually, which made people panic.People were afraid that he would disrupt the Six Realms, but the strange thing was that that person never left the Demon Realm again, but with him sitting in the Demon Realm, no one dared to despise the Demon Race anymore.

I heard that Fengning Immortal Venerable who lived for tens of thousands of years in Guining Mountain died, and no one knew how he died.

Later, there were unfounded rumors.

It is said that the immortal named Yuanqing Yujie of Guiningmen and the demon head of the demon world have not only been a teacher and apprentice for a year, but also a husband and wife. very heavy.

The devil has kept his door behind closed doors for 500 years, just mourning his dead wife.

Others said that it was his eldest disciple Changbai who killed the immortal, that's why his former fellow disciple cut off his arm, and he hasn't been held accountable yet.

However, because the latter two rumors were too shocking, few people believed them.

"...It's true, don't believe me!"

"If what you said is true, the devil would have chopped off the Heavenly Emperor!" Another little demon shouted.

They didn't know that when they said these words, the "devil" they called was walking by them.

It's just that the man didn't have any spiritual power, his clothes were ragged, his hair was messy, and his blood-stained face had a terrifying aura, coupled with a strong bloody smell, he looked like a ghost crawling out of the ground.

It makes people feel chills and stay away.

Qing Lang didn't give them any look, but just walked forward.

It's not that he doesn't kill Changbai, it's just that he has more important things to do now.

For 500 years, Qinglang has been walking westward without sleep or rest.

He has stepped through the mud, the Gobi, the river, and the ocean.

The protective artifacts given by Qing Dahuai have all become dilapidated and useless.

The medicine given by Qianglu was used up 100 years ago, and there is not even half of it left.

The good luck talisman given by the God of Medicine is already as thin as a cicada's wing, and the luck is weak.

There was a hole in his right hand, almost exposing bones.

He had a broken bone in his left leg, and he staggered when he walked.

A monster pierced Qing Lang's chest with its fangs, broke in, and grew into the flesh.Every time he marched, those fangs would grind his flesh and pierce his bones.

He was walking in the desert with the scorching sun above his head and yellow sand under his feet.

Tired, hot, thirsty.

His breathing became hoarse, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat.

The wind and sand blew over, wrapped his whole body, and left him with yellow sand when it dispersed.

The clothes were already wet with sweat and blood, but now they were covered with sand, making them several times heavier.

The heavy clothes pulled him down, and down, as if desperately trying to pull him into the thick sand and into the ground.

He walked forward with deep and shallow steps, his eyes became dizzy, and he finally stepped on the ground, fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

He looked up to the front, but the front was endless.

The yellow sand all over the sky is connected with the gray sky, and there is no end point, nor any other colors.

Eyelids also became heavy, pulling him to sleep.

Panting for breath, Qing Lang took out the ruby ​​on his chest, and stuck his dry and chapped lips on it.

Then he regained his strength.

He struggled to get up and walked forward again.

The original rope tied to Fengning's heart had broken, so Qing Lang replaced it with an iron chain.

Every step he took, every movement, the iron chain would grind his neck, leaving red marks, skin and blood, and fused with his flesh and blood.

Qing Lang liked this kind of pain very much, which allowed him to clearly feel that half of Feng Ning's heart was still there, and Feng Ning was still there.

This seemingly endless desert has only gone to the end after thousands of days and nights.

An oasis appeared ahead, and a lake appeared.

Qing Lang leaned over to drink water, but through the clean lake, he could clearly see his distressed and tired appearance.

He was very tanned, and the skin on his face was also tanned. The magic horns that were originally smooth and bright have now become very dull, like iron tools in the hands of a farmer.

The clothes were so dirty that they couldn't see their original color, and they were tattered.

So he indulged himself for a while, stepped into the lake, and washed himself clean.

The lake water washed him clean, took away the blood stains from his wounds, and also took away the mud from his body.

This piece of clean, soft lake brought him a moment of peace, as if Feng Ning was embracing him.

But the peace in his heart soon gave rise to a sense of guilt, and those emotions wrapped around him like vines, making him unable to breathe.

peaceful?

... How is he at peace? !

Feng Ning is still lying in the coffin, how can he be at peace?

He opened his eyes suddenly again, left the water, coughed blood drippingly, and walked forward staggeringly.

Qing Lang didn't know what the God of Destiny looked like, Feng Ning had seen the God of Destiny, but Qing Lang never asked him.

It's not that I didn't want to ask.

When Feng Ning was locked in the secret room by him, when two holes were opened in the secret room, and when the two of them rarely got along, Qing Lang would occasionally, occasionally want to ask Feng Ning about the God of Destiny 3000 years ago. prophecy.

But he never opened his mouth, because at that time, whenever he thought of Phoenix, his heart trembled with jealousy and hatred.

Now, Qinglang looked at the boundless high mountains and valleys in the distance, touched his shoulder that was gouged by the eagle, and thought of Fengning again.

It took Feng Ning 1000 years to find the God of Destiny, and she was so weak that she was almost eaten by an eagle.

Every road he walks now is the road Feng Ning once walked, and every crime he suffers now is the crime Feng Ning once suffered.

He has only been gone for 500 years, but Feng Ning has been gone for 1000 years.

He went to the God of Destiny to resurrect Feng Ning, and Feng Ning went to the God of Destiny to resurrect Fenghuang.

Qinglang is not jealous of Fenghuang at all now, really.

Even though Feng Ning once loved Fenghuang, the one he loves now is him. Feng Ning missed him for 500 years and gave birth to half a heart for him, and now he died for him... How could he have the face to be jealous? , Comparing with a phoenix tens of thousands of years ago.

He just felt sorry for Fengning.

I feel sorry for Fengning who waited so hard for Fenghuang, feel sorry for Fengning so tired of looking for land from the God of Destiny, and feel sorry for Fengning who did not wait for Fenghuang until she died.

Qing Lang thought, if Feng Ning came back to life, and Feng Feng also came back to life, he wouldn't even mind the three of them living together.

……

Well, I still have a little mind.

It would be great if Fenghuang was always Fenghuang and wouldn't transform into a human form to mix in between him and Fengning. In this case, he could treat himself and Fengning as raising a spiritual pet.

Thinking of this, Qing Lang seldom smiled with the corners of his lips pulled.

But the smile quickly faded away.

He looked ahead quietly and said in his heart:

As long as Feng Ning can live, let him do anything.

The sky suddenly began to rain again.

Like raindrops and stones, they fell on people, causing pain.

Qing Lang stood in the rain with his head up for a while, then walked forward with heavy steps.

"Aren't you sheltering from the rain?" A voice suddenly shouted.

Qing Lang didn't turn his head and didn't reply, and continued to walk forward.

But the man chased after him relentlessly, and ran up to him with an umbrella: "It's raining heavily, don't you take shelter from the rain? There is a cave next to it that can shelter from the rain."

Qing Lang shook his head and continued walking forward.

"Why don't you hide from the rain?" the man asked after him.

Qing Lang finally opened his mouth.

He hasn't spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had rubbed yellow sand in his throat: "...I have to hurry."

"Don't you rest even when it rains?"

"endlessly."

"Don't you rest at night?"

"Don't stop."

"Are you going to stop and eat?"

"Don't eat."

The man froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled with his eyes bent: "That's right, no wonder you found it so quickly, it only took 530 four years."

Qing Lang stopped suddenly, looked at him in disbelief, as if he understood something.

But the man didn't continue the conversation with Qing Lang, but just walked into the cave with an umbrella.

Qing Lang hurriedly grabbed his shoulder, but failed to grab it.

The man's steps clearly seemed to be neither slow nor fast, but Qing Lang ran and didn't catch up.

"The God of Destiny!"

Qing Lang called him hoarsely while running.

The man stood in the cave, turned his head to look at Qing Lang, and smiled: "I am not the God of Destiny, this one is."

He pointed at the side, and it turned into a drop of water and disappeared without a trace.

Qing Lang hurriedly looked in the direction he pointed, but there was no one there, only a chess game.

"Heavenly Destiny?" Qing Lang shouted nervously.

The air was silent for a while.

The pieces on the board suddenly moved, and then a voice rang out: "Let me see, that half heart."

The man's voice was very strange, as if each word was popping out.

Qing Lang hurriedly took off the 500-year-old red stone hanging from his neck, but he was about to show it to the chessboard, but hesitated again.

One is that he doesn't know where to put it, on the chessboard?

The second is...he is not sure that the chess game in front of him is the legendary God of Destiny.

What if it was a monster, what if it was a monster who wanted to deceive him and swallow Feng Ning's half heart?

The God of Destiny seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and said: "You don't need to give it to me, just take it, that's all."

The distrust and suspicion in his heart were exposed, but Qing Lang didn't have the heart to feel ashamed.He stood on the spot, holding Fengning's half of heart carefully for him to see, then he couldn't wait to get straight to the point, explaining his reason for coming: "The God of Destiny, this junior is here to find the other half of my heart."

The chess pieces on the chessboard suddenly stood up, hanging into a long rope, hanging in mid-air, the end of the long rope leaned out and touched the red stone in Qing Lang's palm.

After touching the red stone, those chess pieces fell back to the board again.

The sound of the chess pieces falling was crisp, but somewhat incoherent.

It was only then that Qing Lang discovered that the voice of the God of Destiny was exactly the same as the sound of falling chess pieces.

God of Destiny said: "I don't know the whereabouts of that half heart, but you know."

Qing Lang was stunned: "How do I know?"

God of Destiny: "This half heart in your hand will guide you to find the answer, and I will help you."

Qing Lang immediately saluted: "Please help me."

God of Destiny: "But your body is too heavy to pass."

Before Qinglang understood what he meant, he saw those black and white chess pieces twisted again, turned into a rope again, and then stretched into Qinglang's Qiankun bag, and two things were hooked out from it.

It is the good luck charm given by the God of Medicine and the phoenix feather given by Jinjin.

God of Destiny: "This is good."

After saying that, a ball of fire suddenly ignited, burning the lucky charm and Phoenix Feather together.

The next moment, the ball of fire was thrown onto Qing Lang by the God of Destiny.

It was obviously just a small ball of fire, but Qing Lang suddenly felt that his whole body was being burned.

There was the smell of burnt skin, and every part of his body hurt unbearably. He could even feel that his flesh was burned first, and then his bones.

There was a sea of ​​fire in front of his eyes, boundless fire, fire all over the mountains and plains, as if his whole body had fallen into the fire.

But at this moment, Feng Ning's half heart suddenly floated into the air, emitting a more brilliant light than this fire.

It keeps flying upwards, trying to fly upwards, as if it wants to escape Qing Lang's sight.

"do not want!"

Qinglang yelled mournfully, grabbing the half heart tightly in his palm.

Immediately, he fell into darkness.

But before his consciousness disappeared, he heard the God of Destiny say: "Go, I wish you good luck."

When Qing Lang woke up, her whole body was in pain as if she had been crushed.

But in the pain, he felt his body became very light, as if only his soul was floating in the air.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a... completely strange world.

It is gray here, as if it has just rained, and every mountain and every cloud in the distance looks strange and primitive, like ice floes that have not been cut.

From time to time, a strange mist drifts through here, but this mist is not the fairy mist of the fairy world, nor the turbid air of the demon world, but more like a mixture of spiritual power and turbid air.

It was very quiet all around, and I couldn't hear anyone's voice.

But apart from human voices, Qing Lang couldn't even hear the voices of other creatures.

There are trees here, but there are no insects on the trees.

There is grass, but there are no crickets in the grass.

Here is the sky, but there are no birds in the sky.

It had just rained here, but it was still very hot.

Qing Lang looked up and was suddenly stunned.

One, two, three, four, five...

There are actually ten suns hidden in the gradually spreading clouds!

However, didn’t God Hou Yi shoot down nine suns 8000 years ago, leaving only one?

Qing Lang saw that the sun was so engrossed that his foot slipped and fell from where he was standing.

But he was stunned before he could stand up.

Because...he saw Fengning.

It's not Feng Ning's human form, but Feng Ning's original body, that huge rock.

Every dent and every line of this stone is exactly the same as Fengning's original body, but it is different.

It didn't have the portrait of Qing Lang hanging on it.

It is clean, without any extra scratches, let alone dense handwriting.

It is gray and white, with some moss growing on the top of its head, which looks very primitive.

It doesn't have any spiritual power, it's just a big rock that couldn't be more ordinary.

But Qing Lang knew that this was Feng Ning.

Qing Lang's throat tightened, he looked up at the ten suns in the sky, and at the unknown mist on the ground, and then, his eyes fell on Feng Ning Yuan.

A crazy idea formed in his mind.

——He came nearly 7 years ago.

He came to the time when Feng Ning hadn't yet possessed a physical body, hadn't developed her spiritual wisdom, and hadn't yet transformed into a human body.

Qing Lang tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the stone, but when he touched the stone, he realized that he didn't have human hands, only a pair of golden wings.

Qing Lang froze, and then began to look at his body.

He ducked his head, into a puddle in front of him.

—saw a phoenix.

……

Qing Lang stared at the reflection in the water for a while, then suddenly laughed, he covered his eyes, but tears fell from the gap between his wings.

It turned out that he was Phoenix.