Facing Hanyan's hesitant gaze, Chen Fan pointed to the heavy wind beside him and said, "Qi Bian Hanyan, this is my uncle, and he is also the current Master Xuanji Peak."

"What?"

"He is your uncle?"

"And, is it the master of Xuanji Peak?"

The few undead who were still teasing just now were immediately shocked.

Hanyan looked at Chen Chenfeng incredibly and said, "Isn't he Zhang Ruoli's apprentice? Why did he suddenly become the master of Xuanji Peak?"

If it were someone else, the words might be a little more tactful.

But Chen Fan was a martial arts fanatic and did not understand the worldly ways at all. He answered honestly: "Senior Sister Hanyan and Senior Brother Zhang Ruoli are the sword slaves of the uncle. As for how Uncle Master became the master of Xuanji Peak, that matter would have happened."

As he said that, Chen Fan had everything he had told about in recent years.

When they heard that Chen Chenfeng killed all the elders of the Li family with his strength only with the strength of the celestial phenomena, he showed an incredible expression on his face.

When they heard that Chen Chenfeng defeated all the masters of Xuantian Sect for Lu Wushuang, his face was even more dull.

However, the most shocking one is the Dongfangxian people.

They said that they were extremely talented, and they were the prides of the heavens of all major sects, and they were hard to meet in the world.

But after they heard Chen Fan's description, Dongfang Xian looked bitter and asked in a low voice: "Chenchen Feng, you have only been more than half a year since you practice?"

The air suddenly fell silent.

Whether it was the cultivators present or the undead spirits of Xuantian Sect, they all looked at the Chenfeng in one go.

"yes."

The Shenfeng sighed lightly and said to himself: "It has been half a year since the beginning of his practice."

"Damn!"

"No, you have already cultivated to the state of return in half a year."

"You're too perverted, aren't you?"

Dongfang Xian and others couldn't help but curse, Han Yan and the undead were even more panicked and worshiped deeply at Chen Chenfeng.

They originally thought that Chen Chenfeng was Zhang Ruoli's disciple or the junior of Xuan Jifeng, so they unscrupulously teased Shen Chenfeng.

But when they learned Chen Chenfeng's identity, they immediately looked respectful and never dared to be presumptuous again.

"Sister Hanyan, you don't have to do this."

Chen Fan looked at the Yanyan who was so angry that he didn't dare to pant, and smirked rarely, saying, "Actually, uncle has a good personality, and he doesn't care about the rules and regulations."

Even so, the undead spirits of Xuantian Sect still dare not cross it.

Only Hanyan couldn't help it and asked, "Master Xuanji Peak, since Zhang Ruoli is already your sword slave, how about he now?"

"In a big battle thirty years ago, Wang Ye and Sun Buwei were seriously injured, and Zhang Ruoli was even more infatuated."

"In the end, Uncle Master took action personally to save them and return to the path of cultivation."

Chen Fan pondered and said, "Now, the senior brothers are all in Xuantian City, and they are living well. Don't worry about the senior brothers and sisters."

"I see."

The Xuantian Sect and others breathed a sigh of relief, Hanyan even stepped forward to salute and said, "Thank you, Master Xuanji Peak, for helping you, we are very grateful."

"Everyone is their own, and that's all right."

Chen Chenfeng bounced his fingers, his expression was cold, and he said, "In addition, you guys should prepare and you can leave here soon."

"What?"

"Get out of here?"

The Xuantian Sect suddenly raised its head, and its eyes were bright.

Hanyan even stared at her eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Master Xuanji Peak, what do you mean?"

"That's right."

Chen Chenfeng nodded and said, "I have already obtained the formation platform of the Ghost and Gods Underground Palace. As long as you find a suitable body, you can take over the body and be reborn and completely get rid of the constraints of the Fengshen Platform."

"This is true?"

"Okay, that's really great."

"We have been trapped and died in Fengshentai for more than 30 years, and now we are finally about to get out of trouble."

Several souls of Xuantian Sect were filled with tears of excitement.

No one can understand that they were trapped and died in the Fengshen Platform, with decades of depression and loneliness.

Fortunately, they are about to be freed.

"Xuantian Sect, have you forgotten the agreement between us?"

A cold voice suddenly rang in the ring.

Several undead dressed in black robes and covered in black air flew over from another direction.

"Elder Chen Jing."

Emperor Minghuang and Liu Yuqian looked at each other, quickly met and bowed to the undead of the Demon Sect led.

The undead named Chen Jing smiled and said, "You are the demons and witches today, hahaha, it's true that they are talented. I heard Yue Yuanhua say that Elder Sun is inseparable from you. How dare you ask if Elder Sun has also come to the Ghost and God Underground Palace?"

When talking about Sun Wuji, Emperor Ming of Tang looked sad.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Jing calmed down his smile and asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong with Elder Sun?"

"To be honest, Elder Sun has also come here this time."

Chenchen Feng stopped Emperor Tang Ming, who wanted to explain, and said with a smile: "In addition, the elders of Zixia Sect, and even the elders of the twelve sects, are also in the ghost and god underground palace."

"real?"

Chen Jing looked around and asked a little confusedly: "Where are they?"

“Here!”

The heavy wind suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a series of cold winds spit out from its mouth.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

These dark winds whistled in the air and then condensed together and turned into familiar figures.

"Uncle Master, junior brother, I finally see you again."

Looking at the familiar figures, Dongfang Xian's face turned red with excitement.

The souls were also confused, and they couldn't help but whisper to the strange scenes around them.

“Where is this?”

"Is it hell?"

"I really didn't expect that even Senior Brother Dongfang would have died in battle."

There were many dead souls who deliberately lowered their voices and pointed at the Eastern Immortal.

If in the past, if someone dared to give such advice to Dongfang Xian, he would have been angry long ago.

But the Dongfang Immortal now not only did not get angry, but took out the token and shouted loudly: "The disciples of Zixia Sect obeyed the orders and gathered to me."

With a command, countless elders and disciples of Zixia Sect came closer.

But some disciples sneered and said, "Dongfang Immortal, when we were alive, we knew that our strength was not as strong as you, so we were under your control. But everyone was dead, do you still want us to obey your orders?"

"die?"

Dongfang Xian didn't explain. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a fierce thunder flashed out and struck the feet of the desperate man.

"This is……"

"Nine Sky Divine Thunder."

"My God, isn't the Dongfang Immortal dead? How could he still use his magical powers?"

The undead of Zixia Sect were full of surprise on their faces.

Just then.

A majestic old man suddenly jumped out, touched his illusory body, and laughed wildly, "Hahaha, I'm not dead, I'm not dead."
Chapter completed!