My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Yan Tingfeng's voice was not loud, but extremely gentle and lingering.

But every word he uttered seemed to have the power of thunder, falling in my ears one after another.

Undoubtedly, it is thought-provoking.

Exchanging life for life, ignoring the laws of nature, and trampling underfoot.

How arrogant!

How arrogant!

A new area emerged within the Yin-Yang area.

This area is different from the grayish-white yin and yang area. It is green, which represents vitality.

A green halo enveloped Yan Tingfeng and Ye Wanlan, isolating them from everything outside.

Ye Wanlan was not unaware of the changes in her body after the green light appeared.

The originally dried-up Dantian was filled with vitality again, the originally broken body was healed again, and the originally collapsed soul was calmed down again...

The Beiming magic of reversing yin and yang is a life-for-life technique.

So, after the spell was over and the magic was completed, Yan Tingfeng, as the caster of the spell, began to suffer wounds on his body one after another.

This was the injury that originally fell on Ye Wanlan, and the backlash he suffered from forcing himself against the will of heaven made the injury even worse, and he instantly turned into a bloody man.

“Yan Tingfeng, you’re crazy!” Ye Wanlan’s eyes were trembling, and his breathing became panting. “What on earth are you going to do? Why are you doing this! Why?!”

She could face death calmly, but she couldn't watch the person she loved die in front of her.

Yan Tingfeng still held her in his arms. His voice was a little helpless, a little indulgent, and the rest was all gentle: "At least this time, I came back, Your Highness."

Ye Wanlan's body shook violently, a shudder swept through his whole body, even his soul was trembling.

What he said obviously meant that he originally went to Fengyuan to ask her for a calligraphy work, but when he was about to arrive in Fengyuan, he saw her coffin first.

Ye Wanlan gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Then I would rather you not come back, Master Shenxiao, this is really unexpected."

She never imagined that there was such a magic as reversing yin and yang, which could exchange life for life.

"It's my fault." Yan Tingfeng just accepted it all without refutation. He lowered his head slowly, "Please punish me, Your Highness."

They seemed to have known each other for a very long time, without any barriers or gaps.

"Yan Yunyin!" Ye Wanlan stared at his increasingly dim eyes, "You haven't even given me the gift you wanted to give me yet, and you want to leave like this?"

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyes again and smiled: "Your Highness the Princess is really amazing. She even knows my real name."

Yan is the Yan without any trace.

Clouds are flowing clouds.

Yin means hiding from the world.

But he no longer had a father, and was not as free as Liuyun, nor could he abandon all his responsibilities and live a carefree life in seclusion.

When he woke up three hundred years later, he changed "Yan" to "Yan".

The word "Ting Feng" is taken from the frontier poem passed down from generation to generation:

Listening to the wind and rain at night, the iron horse glares into a dream.

Because once he started dreaming, there was only the battlefield in his dream, which was lingering and unforgettable.

Yan Tingfeng raised his hand with some effort and stroked her cheek again: "I still like you to call me Ting."

"Rumble--"

There were thunder and lightning, violent storms and heavy rain. Even the three messengers were a little embarrassed in the face of such terrible weather, but with the protection of the green light, Ye Wanlan was unharmed.

“My God… Oh my God, Guiyi, did you see that?” The messenger Zhuanlun’s eyes were dull. “The wounds on that girl’s body are healing, and her soul, which was on the verge of collapse, is also recovering.”

The messenger Zhuanlun was also shocked and speechless. After a long while, he murmured, "I saw it. It's incredible..."

They didn't know who the white-haired man who suddenly appeared was, but they knew what he had done.

Life for life!

How many people can do this?
If you ask yourself honestly, they can't.

What force made this white-haired man make such a decision?
At the same moment, somewhere in Atlantis.

As if he had sensed something, Gui Qing suddenly looked up.

“Hahahaha, Master Shenxiao, you’re going to die!” After a few seconds, Gui Qing laughed crazily, his terrifying face full of joy, “You’re going to die earlier than I expected!”

Once the Lord of Shenxiao Tower dies, the title of leader of the martial arts world will belong to him alone!
He wants to create a new era of martial arts in Shenzhou that belongs to him!
"I won in the end." Gui Qing clenched his palms, "Master Shenxiao, you have been the leader of the martial arts world for so many years, but you still haven't learned to give up love."

What are relatives, what are friends, and what are lovers?
Only power and force are worth pursuing.

Once you are trapped by love, you are destined to achieve nothing great.

"Humph!" Gui Qing sneered, "Next, let the current Shenzhou people welcome the arrival of this deity!"

**
"Stab it, sting it-"

The thunder and lightning have not stopped yet and are getting more severe.

"It's really shocking." Seeing Ye Wanlan's injuries completely healed, the envoy Guiyi couldn't help but murmur, "I didn't expect that Shenzhou would have such a strange person. Fortunately..."

Fortunately, three hundred years ago, someone had already dealt with this most difficult opponent for them.

The three envoys didn't even dare to imagine what a grand scene it would be like if the four kings and the six major sects were all there.

"That's great, you're okay. I always wanted to die meaningfully." Yan Tingfeng coughed, blood almost drowning his throat. "I think this is the most valuable way."

If God wants him to die, even if he cannot change the time of his death, he can still choose his own way of death.

His life is in his own hands.

Before Ye Wanlan could say anything, he saw that Yan Tingfeng's hair was gradually turning black!
But Ye Wanlan, who was well versed in Taiyi medical skills, knew that this was not a good sign, but a last gasp.

Is there anything in Penglai magic that can break the technique of reversing yin and yang?
Ye Wanlan clenched her fists, veins on her arms throbbing, but she found that she couldn't think of anything.

How to do?
"I want to hold you for a while..." Yan Tingfeng's voice gradually became weaker, "Just a while."

This embrace is so warm that I have never felt before.

After he was three years old, he never felt such warmth again.

There was a distant voice in my ears.

"Xiaoyin, do you prefer the martial arts world or the countryside? The martial arts world is free and unrestrained, but it is full of murderous intentions. The countryside is boring, but it is quiet."

"Xiaoyin is only two years old now, and he doesn't even know what he likes. When he grows up a little bit, we will go wherever he wants to go."

"Father, mother!!!"

The white knife goes in, the red knife comes out.

There was blood everywhere and the scene was devastated.

"Listen!" (End of this chapter)