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Nine hundred and fortieth chapters rather in vain than indulge

Unfortunately, the spirits of the four people escaped, reshaped their bodies in an instant, and killed them again.

"court death!"

Feng Yun shouted loudly and waved the Netherworld Ghost Flag in his hand. Suddenly, the ghosts moved out, and in an instant, a hell of ghosts was formed.

Suddenly, it was dark, the temperature dropped below zero, and a layer of hoarfrost appeared on the ground.

Mo Xin was shocked! No wonder the Yin Qi was so strong. It turned out to be refined from countless ghosts. Shouldn't ghosts exist in the world? He went there to collect so many ghosts, and each one

They are all very powerful, and there are actually several Ghost Kings. No! There is also a Ghost King.

"A few ghost skeletons just want to destroy us? You are so naive."

Feng Yun said coldly: "Ignorance! It will be your biggest failure in this life!"

Suddenly, in the dark and gloomy Hell of Ten Thousand Ghosts, silver light flashed, and the true fire of the lunar calendar burned throughout the Hell of Ten Thousand Ghosts. At the same time, the temperature in this world dropped again. In an instant, a cold wind blew, snow fell in the sky, and the ground was frozen for three feet.

The thickness.

Feng Chen sighed in his heart: Taiyin real fire plus ghost fire, no wonder it is so cold and cold. Who said that three feet of ice does not freeze in a day? In an instant, it was more than three feet of ice.

Hong Ling showed a happy smile, because Feng Yun's strength proved that her vision was correct and she had found the right person.

Suddenly, four Taiyin True Fire Swords were shot out from the Hell of Ten Thousand Ghosts, with some blood on the swords.

"Ah..." There was a scream, and the vitality of the four people weakened rapidly, and finally disappeared completely.

As soon as the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag turned, all the ghosts returned poured into the flag. Then, the Netherworld Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag disappeared in the palm of Feng Yun's hand.

At this moment, Mo Xin and Feng Chen calmed down. Feng Yun was so powerful that they could not imagine. Six powerful men at the level of God Lord were killed by him like a chicken. How strong is this?

Strength. They really didn't know how strong Feng Yun was, and how much power he had hidden that they didn't know about.

Feng Yun said: "Let's go!"

Mo Xin said: "Your injury doesn't matter!"

Feng Yun said: "It's okay! Let's go!"

The four of them continued on the road, because they had to leave here quickly, otherwise someone would come looking for them, and there would inevitably be another killing.

Feng Chen suddenly said: "It seems that the Tianluo Sect will not give up. The people sent next time may be at the senior level."

Mo Xin nodded and said: "Yeah! Tianluomen has lost a lot of face this time, and they will definitely get it back. Especially the Tianluo Snare. They won't stop until they get it back."

Feng Yun said: "So we must rush to Destroy Yu City as soon as possible!"

Hong Ling smiled and said: "There is no need to take refuge in Mie Yu City. As long as you become the Demon Saint Son of our Hehuan Palace, Tianluo Sect will not dare to do anything to you."

Feng Yun said: "Miss Hongling, you'd better go back!"

Hong Ling smiled and said: "Don't think of sending me away, I'm determined to follow you."

Feng Yun said: "Don't waste your time on me, because you are destined to be disappointed."

Hong Ling said: "I am not wasting time, but I am fighting for it. Even if I will be disappointed in the end, at least I have fought for it."

"Alas!" Feng Yun sighed: "I really don't understand, why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Hong Ling said, "Of course it's for love!"

Feng Yun said: "It seems that I can't persuade you anymore. I only want to say one last thing, don't make yourself unhappy."

Hong Ling said: "Don't worry! I won't do it."

Feng Chen said: "Brother! I really want to ask you, are you really married?"

Feng Yun said: "Yeah! My son is six or seven years old."

Mo Xin said: "Is it true?"

Feng Yun smiled and said: "Do I need to lie to you about this kind of thing?"

Feng Chen nodded and said: "Devil Saint! I advise you to give up! Don't seek emotional harm for yourself."

Mo Xin said: "Yes! It can be seen that Brother Feng is a man who values ​​love and justice. Since he already has a wife and children, I don't think he will accept you, so why should you bother?"

Hong Ling said: "I appreciate your kindness, but I won't give up. I believe I can soften him."

Feng Yun shook his head and said nothing, because he planned to ignore Hong Ling and let her retreat.

Recently, Feng Yun's name has spread throughout the entire east of the heaven. The monks are all talking about Feng Yun's deeds of destroying Emperor Luo and killing countless robbers.

Now that everything is said, everyone is getting crazier and more outrageous as they spread the word. This makes some people who are doubtful begin to imagine that Feng Yun has a magical weapon, because what they say is so serious that they can't even imagine it.

It's hard to make people believe it.

As the saying goes, if one person tells a lie, it is still a lie; if ten people tell a lie, it is still a lie; if a thousand people tell a lie, it may still be a lie. But if ten thousand people tell a lie, it will still be a lie.

The words became true, because the power of the masses is great.

"Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Feng Yun is carrying the Haotian Sect's divine weapon, the Star Rain Sword. The Haotian Sect has now sent a message, saying that whoever can provide Feng Yun's whereabouts or return the Star Rain Sword will be rewarded heavily."

"Really or not? Do the people of the Haotian Sect really believe that the Xingyu Divine Sword, which has disappeared for more than 100,000 years, will be in Feng Yun's hands."

"I don't believe that the Xingyu Divine Sword will appear. I think it is very likely that they are spreading rumors to make more people stare at Feng Yun. But one thing is for sure, that is, there is really something magical about Feng Yun.

Soldier."

"You have to understand how important the Star Rain Divine Sword is to the Haotian Sect! No matter whether Feng Yun is holding the Star Rain Divine Sword or not, they will not let it go. This is called rather than letting it go in vain!

"

"Brother! As expected, the Haotian faction intervened, and we are in big trouble." Feng Chen said suddenly.

Mo Xin drank a glass of wine and said: "Don't worry, I will notify the people of the Mo Sect right away. As long as the people of the Haotian Sect dare to take action, I will make sure they never come back."

Feng Yun shook his head and said: "No need! This is a matter between me and the Haotian Sect, and I don't want others to interfere. Besides, after all, I am still a member of the Haotian Sect, and they will not do anything to me."

Feng Chen smiled and said: "Brother! You think things are too simple. You treat people as friends, but instead of treating you as friends, they will treat you as a sinner who steals swords and skills, and you are a criminal.

The kind that must die."

Feng Yun said: "Your idea is too extreme, I think it's not that bad!"

Mo Xin said: "It may be worse than this. You don't understand human nature too much, so you will suffer a loss."

Hong Ling said: "They are right, the ugliness of human nature is beyond our imagination."
Chapter completed!
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