Chapter 347: Soul-Bewitching Miasma and Confused Demon

Helian Feng blushed after being insulted by Xiao Nanyan and said angrily:

"If you have the ability, come here!"

Xiao Nanyue ignored him and retreated back to the stream.

Helian Feng and Chu Jin were covered in mud, so they jumped into the stream to wash themselves off.

Xiao Nanyan looked at the Soul Locking Forest from afar, thinking to himself -

Xun represents wind and governs the southeast. It should be a place where vitality flows, but at this moment the fog in the forest condenses into a vortex here, which is clearly a sign of a dead end with "wind obstruction and air stagnation".

He suddenly remembered: When the Xun Palace meets the Kan Palace, water overcomes wood and wind stops. The southeastern Xun position is wood, but the hidden stream beneath his feet is water, forming a sinister omen of "too much water will cause the wood to float," just like leeches are born when they encounter water, and swamps are formed when water takes shape.

Gen earth blocks Xun wood, so it should be broken by mountains.

He cast his gaze towards the northeast, where he could vaguely see rolling hills in the distance.

If we move in this direction, I wonder if we can get out of this foggy forest?

Right now, there is only one way.

After thinking about it, he no longer hesitated, drew the long sword at his waist and walked forward.

With every step he took, he would lean on the ground with his sword to see if there was any hidden swamp under his feet.

This time, Chu Jin and Helian Feng followed behind him. None of the three of them spoke a word, but at this moment, they reached a tacit understanding.

Xiao Nanyan leaned on the ground with his sword, Helian Feng cut down the thorns, and Chu Jin kept an eye on the front and back to prevent any more attacks from leeches and poisonous insects.

Gradually, they walked into the depths of the dense forest.

At this moment, the fog in the forest became heavier and heavier, wrapping around the body like a veil.

Xiao Nanyan walked in front, the lavender mist wrapped around his blood-stained black clothes, making his figure a blurred outline.

The rotten leaves made a tiny crunching sound under his feet, but he was completely unaware. As he walked, he felt that the scene in front of him suddenly distorted, and then it switched to a picture:

In the Prince Regent's Palace, under the pear tree, mother Su Xianrou snuggled in Xiao Beicheng's arms, saying something.

Still a young boy, he threw himself into Xiao Beicheng's arms:

"Father teaches Yan'er to dance with the sword!"

"Okay!" Xiao Beicheng patted his head and agreed with a loving face.

The boy's clear laughter was still echoing in his ears, but the veins on Xiao Beicheng's hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword suddenly bulged.

The moment the cold light flashed, the sword pierced his heart:

"Evil creature, die!"

He shouted, "Father, no!"

He staggered backward, but fell into the hail of arrows from the Yunqiu enclosure.

The image of his mother Su Xianrou lying in a pool of blood had not yet faded away, and the muffled groan of Helian Cong blocking the sword for him exploded in his ears again.

Before he could feel heartbroken, it felt like tongues of fire were suddenly licking his cheeks, and a burning smell seemed to penetrate his nostrils. He then realized with shock that he was in the blaze of Feiyun Temple.

In the thick smoke, the hatred in the eyes of the woman he loved most in his life was like a poisoned arrow:

"Xiao Nanyan, I hate you!"

Then he jumped into the deep pit and disappeared in a flash.

His mother died, his father wanted to kill him, so how did his biological father become Helian Cong? Even he died to save him.

And his lover and children chose to abandon him.

At this moment, Xiao Nanyue felt that life was meaningless.

The handkerchief in his arms suddenly became hot, burning his throat with a sweet and fishy taste. "Yan Yan, I won't let you go alone with the child. Wait for me..."

At this moment, he felt a chaos in his brain, dizziness, and blurry vision.

But a force of grief and indignation supported him, and he suddenly raised the sword and slashed it towards his neck!

But when the sword touched his throat, a white light flashed before his eyes and knocked the Jinghong sword out of his hand.

Xiao Nanyue staggered back, rubbing his eyes desperately, trying to see who was in front of him. However, his blurred vision gradually intertwined the person in white gauze in front of him and the purple miasma in the distance into a strange light and shadow.

Then, his body fell to the ground with a thud, and the world fell into darkness.

At the same time, Helian Feng, who was about ten feet away, also had hallucinations before his eyes:

He saw himself standing on a high hunting platform, with a bow and arrow in his hand, wanting to shoot at Xiao Nanyue, but he didn't know how the arrow would hit his father Helian Cong's body.

A huge pain swept over him. In a moment of thought, how could he, who was once such a gentle gentleman, become a despicable villain who killed his father and brother?

Even his beloved Xi Yan coldly rejected his love:

"Helian Feng, I have never been attracted to you!"

Come to think of it, Helian Feng's life has become a joke.

His father was shot to death by him with an arrow, his country was gone, his beauty was gone, and he himself was condemned by thousands of people. At this moment, he felt hopeless and it would be better for him to just die!

However, when he raised his sword to commit suicide, a white light flashed before his eyes, and similarly, it knocked the sword in his hand to the ground.

Helian Feng only felt the figure in front of him shaking, and a pair of cold eyes were staring at him coldly.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her in his arms, calling out the name he had called out a thousand times in his dreams:

"Xiyan..."

But his hazy mind could no longer support his thoughts. He only heard Chu Jin shouting behind him:

"Ah, the soul-bewitching miasma!"

Then, his body swayed and he fell heavily to the ground, unconscious...