Why are you messing with her? She is full of space beasts.

Chapter 667 Coming out of seclusion

In the span of two years, the Feng family had produced a god-level weapon refiner, a god-level talisman master, and now a sixteen-year-old god.

I can’t imagine how terrifying this existence is.

Feng Lan finally let go of her worries, tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't care whether she was a god or not, as long as she was safe...

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and Ji Jiuying slowly opened her eyes, with a clear light flashing in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly. After two years, she finally broke through the eighth level of the Divine Control Technique, 'Time Stands Still'.

Within a specified time and range, you can pause everything around you, including time, but the mental energy consumed is also quite enormous.

Of course, once she is strong enough, she can also remain still over a large area.

With the skill, when facing the enemy, whether attacking or escaping, you can buy yourself a lot of time.

Ji Jiuying's figure fell among the mountains, and a black light flashed.

"You damn girl, you finally came out!"

"Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"You can't coax me without ten meals of barbecue and hotpot!" Hei Xiangling pretended to be angry and snorted coldly.

"And us!"

Bai Lisha, Qing Ling and others ran over, and behind them was a large group of people.

"Congratulations to Xiaojiu for advancing to the Godly Lord!"

"He is also the youngest god in the history of our Tianyu Continent." Bai Lisha said with a smile.

"Jiu'er!"

Feng Lan ran all the way, came to Ji Jiuying and hugged her in her arms: "Jiuer, you finally came out."

"Mom, I made you worry!"

"During this period, your mother has been unable to sleep or eat well because of you, and she has become very thin."

Feng Luo stepped forward and said.

Ji Jiuying then took a closer look at Feng Lan: "Mom, my daughter is fine, don't worry."

"But mom has been having nightmares lately..."

Feng Lan was about to speak but stopped herself. Ji Jiuying held her hand and said, "Mom is just too anxious recently. I promise you that I will not stay in seclusion for more than two months in the future."

Ji Jiuying just discovered that Feng Lan's cultivation had already reached the level of Divine Lord.

"Mom, have you been promoted to Divine Lord?"

Feng Lan nodded gently, and Si Yu said, "Not only has your mother been promoted to Divine Lord, but your second uncle Feng Che has also become a Divine-level weapon refiner, and your fifth uncle has also become a Divine-level talisman master."

Hearing Si Yu's words, Ji Jiuying widened her eyes in disbelief: "So I have missed so much in the past two years?"

"Jiuer has missed an important event!"

Feng Lan said with a smile.

"What's the big deal?"

"Half a month ago, your second uncle got married, and you missed it."

Ji Jiuying looked at Feng Che in astonishment: "Second uncle, are you married to Sister Feng?"

"What sister Feng? You should call me aunt."

Feng Che tapped her head and smiled.

"..."

Sifang City.

Wen Chuyu appeared in the attic and looked at Ye Qingchen lying unconscious in a pool of blood, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A stream of light surrounded Ye Qingchen, and the blood on his body and the blood on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Ye Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a man in a blue robe standing in front of him.

He staggered to his feet and said thank you weakly.

"Thank you!"

"Does it hurt? The next time, you will die."

Wen Chuyu's indifferent voice came, and Ye Qingchen sneered indifferently: "What's wrong with this?"

Mission accomplished, so let Qu Qufan die.

"When she ascends to become a god, you will have to endure far more pain than you have now. Changing your fate against the will of heaven is a delusion. Don't you regret paying this price?"

Ye Qingchen suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Chuyu: "Why don't I ask you, if you were me, would you regret it?"

Wen Chuyu was slightly stunned and stared at him in silence.

Ye Qingchen added: "She doesn't have me in her heart, but my heart is full of her..."

"Everything you are doing now is just to make up for the mistakes you made in the past!"

Ye Qingchen staggered to his front, grabbed his collar, and said coldly: "What do you know?"

"You don't know anything!"

Seeing his ferocious face, Wen Chuyu shook off his hand, looked at him coldly, and sneered: "I think Ye Shenjun is fine, so I will leave first."

Having said that, without waiting for him to say anything, she disappeared into the world.

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Blue Star.

When Hei Xiangling arrived at Xianzhu Peak, he was greeted by a strong smell of blood and his face darkened.

When she opened the door, the scene before her shocked her.

"Ah Chen!"

Xiao Yichen was seen lying in a pool of blood, unconscious. Hei Xiangling hurriedly ran forward and sniffed his breath.

The faint breath made Hei Xiangling's heart panic. She shook him gently and called out.

"Achen, Achen!"

"Xiao Yichen!"

Hei Xiangling hurriedly took out the pill and fed it to him, but it was of no use. He became even more panicked. This was a holy-level pill made by the girl, how could it have no effect on him?

In a panic, she gathered spiritual energy and slowly and continuously transferred it to him, but his body was like a dry tree. No matter how much spiritual energy she transferred, he could only absorb a little.

A flash of inspiration came to her mind, and Hei Xiangling felt delighted. Yes, using her heart's blood, maybe, maybe she could save him.

Hei Xiangling used his spiritual power to cut a knife on his chest, and his face turned pale.

"Damn it, it hurts so much, I should have been gentler!"

After saying that, she gathered strength in her hands and plunged it into the wound. Hei Xiangling's face turned even paler and soon she was sweating profusely. The pain made her frown involuntarily.

A drop of bright red blood was surrounded by a force and flew out from her chest.

Hei Xiangling came to Xiao Yichen, pinched his mouth, and fed his blood into his mouth with his spiritual power.

Hei Xiangling sat weakly aside, concentrating his energy and healing his wounds.

After a while, the person on the ground let out a soft groan.

Hei Xiangling heard the sound and came forward to help him up, patting his face: "Xiao Yichen, wake up."

"Xiao Yichen!"

Xiao Yichen frowned, moved, and slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in Hei Xiangling's arms. He wanted to get up but he had no strength at all.

Hei Xiangling's eyes lit up with joy: "Xiao Yichen, you finally woke up."

Xiao Yichen's gaze fell on the wound on her chest, his pupils moved slightly, and a complex look flashed under his eyes.

His voice was a little hoarse, and he said weakly: "A Ling, use your heart blood..."

Hei Xiangling covered his wound and said, "I'm fine, but what happened to you? Who hurt you so badly?"

"I'm going to avenge you!"

Looking at Hei Xiangling's worried eyes, Xiao Yichen smiled bitterly. He had miscalculated after all. He had planned to approach her at the beginning just to survive.

But during these two years of living together day and night, he had developed a new feeling for her, and under the urging of this feeling, he could not bear to tell her the truth.

"No one hurt me. It was me and the spiritual method I cultivated that backfired."

Hei Xiangling was half-believing and half-doubting: "But why do I feel your breath is so weak..."