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"BOOM!" There was a muffled sound in his mind, and the Nebula exploded. Although it was only a domain simulated by her divine sense, Ling Chuxi\'s face still turned pale and her mind was in turmoil.

The grey abyss sword technique, the five elements Qi of vitality, the chaotic Qi, and the sword heart soul-breaking technique were all top-tier martial arts, techniques, or the laws of heaven and earth. It was already a coincidence that it could form a domain. It was not easy to further improve it.

However, Ling Chuxi was not discouraged. Instead, she calmed her mind and continued to ponder.

In his sea of mind, a Nebula was formed once again, faintly emitting five different colors. It was like the five-colored rings of light surrounding the planet. They rotated in different directions, restricting and balancing each other. Waves of invisible power also quietly enveloped the area from the outside to the inside. It breathed and breathed, then repeated, gradually forming a perfect cycle.

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"Father, I\'m back." In a dignified and grand manor, Feng lengsong bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man had square, sword-like brows and was somewhat similar to Feng lengsong. However, there was a hint of dignity in his elegance, and he exuded an air of authority without being angry. He was Feng lengsong\'s father and the head of the Feng family, Feng congyun.

"It\'s good that you\'re back. Where\'s your second uncle? why didn\'t he come back with you?" Feng congyun nodded and asked.

"What? second uncle is not back yet? He left the ethereal sect residence earlier than me and said that he had something to do. But it\'s been so many days, he should have returned by now. " Feng lengsong asked doubtfully.

"Lord patriarch, bad news, bad news!" A servant ran in in panic and exclaimed.

"What\'s the fuss?" Feng congyun\'s sword-like eyebrows furrowed as he rebuked.

"Lord patriarch, the second master, the second master is dead!" The servant said with a sorrowful expression.

"What!" Feng congyun stood up with a thump.

A few servants carried a wooden board into the hall. Feng rutao was lying on the wooden board, dead. His body was cold, and there was a dark brown bloodstain on his chest.

"Wave!" Feng flew down from the clouds and grabbed Feng rutao\'s cold and stiff palm. He cried out in sorrow.

"Second uncle!" Feng lengsong also threw himself onto Feng rutao\'s body, his eyes glistening with tears. He had never thought that the meeting not long ago would be a farewell. Among all the people in the Feng family, Feng rutao was the closest to him. The relationship between uncle and nephew was even better than his relationship with Feng congyun. One could imagine the pain and sorrow he was feeling at this moment.

"Who killed billow? who?" Feng congyun stood up, his eyes were red as he roared.

The few terrors were so frightened that they kept quiet out of fear, and no one dared to make a sound.

"We don\'t know either. When we found the second master, he was already dead." A scary person said with a bulging stomach.

"Where did you find the second master?" Feng congyun asked after calming down a little.

At the same time, Feng congyun checked Feng rutao\'s injuries, but the more he looked, the more shocked he was.