Zi Chen grabbed Feng Ling by the collar, soared into the sky, and came to the top of Qingqiu Mountain, "Although I can't tell whether you are the mastermind, as a person with vested interests, I will let you take a look and calculate my fate. Don't worry,
You must be the last to die."
Feng Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Zi Chen, kill me, you will regret it."
"Yeah?"
Zi Chen smiled disdainfully.
"Zi Chen, look over here."
A voice sounded from below, and two people walked out of a room.
It was the old woman and Miaomiao.
But at this moment, she was holding a dagger and placed it on Miaomiao's neck. Because of the strong force, there was a scar on Miaomiao's neck, and blood flowed out from the wound.
"Let my young master go, and then kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!" The old woman's eyes were cold, "If not, this vixen's head will not be saved."
Miaomiao blinked at Zi Chen, with a smile on her face, seemingly not afraid at all.
Zi Chen only felt that this old woman was confused.
Threatening yourself in this situation?
When Feng Ling saw this, he burst out laughing, "Zi Chen, kneel down and admit your mistake, otherwise your vixen will die!"
Zi Chen just glanced at Zi Jin.
Zi Jin stretched out his hand.
The next moment, streams of air appeared from under the old woman's feet, like sharp blades, instantly piercing her body.
In an instant, there seemed to be hundreds of air currents piercing through the old woman's body.
Then Zijin waved his hand again, and the old woman's soul was pulled out.
The soul is dragged to the sky and ignited by flames.
It is the fire of the gods.
The severe pain caused the old woman's soul to scream in agony.
"Qingqiu Mountain, you are so brave!"
The people from the Feng family roared.
Zi Jin's expression was cold, and he raised his hand again, only to see figures in Qingqiu Mountain being dragged up by invisible forces.
One by one suspended in the air.
This time, in addition to people from the Feng family, there were also disciples from Qingqiu Mountain.
"Ancestor, spare your life!"
Some Qingqiu Mountain disciples begged.
Only this time, Zijin was obviously determined to clear Qingqiu Mountain, so in an instant, there were rays of light that penetrated the bodies of everyone in the air.
As their bodies were destroyed, Zijin took their souls into custody and set them on fire.
The smoke disappeared.
At this moment, everyone saw Zijin's ruthlessness and determination.
Obviously, this time, she completely offended the Feng family, and could even be said to have offended the Hidden World family, and was deeply tied to the Fifth Holy Land.
In addition to cleaning up the house this time, members of the Feng family also died.
Only Feng Ling, whom Zi Chen was carrying, was still alive.
"The little mountain spirit actually dares to kill me, a member of the Feng family. He is simply seeking death!"
A cold voice came from outside Qingqiu Mountain. The people of the Feng Family on the mountain were all dead.
Directly from the south, there were more than a dozen people riding strange beasts flying through the air. This was a strange species unique to the Wind Clan. Wherever they passed, all the beasts in the mountains retreated and trembled.
Murderous.
To the north, the armor that had escaped earlier appeared again, with one more person in it.
A man also appeared in the west, holding a ball of light in his hand, but if you look carefully, it is clearly a storm.
A man also came from the east, holding a war gun.
There was no aura leaking out from the battle gun, and it was clearly an ancient weapon.
Obviously, the Wind Clan is really angry this time and intends to surround Qingqiu Mountain and everything on the mountain.
At this moment, there was a deafening roar.
A white jade beast appeared due south, with a young woman sitting on it.
After feeling the aura of the White Jade Beast, the alien species of the Wind Clan stopped moving forward, with obvious fear in their eyes.
This is the breath of a superior person, the breath of a higher level bloodline.
Lu Peng stopped the strong man holding the storm, and after refining the formation mantra, his realm was elevated to the realm of Tianquan.
With a Tianquan formation master and the mantra spell, Lu Peng's combat power can be imagined.
"You haven't come out during this period of time. Do you really think that there is no one in our Mythical Alliance?"
A sneer sounded in the sky, and Xiao Kaitian stood up. He looked at the armored man in front of him, his eyes shining with curiosity.
In the last direction, standing was Liu Feng.
Since the last battle, the Mythical Alliance, which had been dormant for a long time, reappeared and faced the Feng family head-on.
This does not include Zi Chen on Qingqiu Mountain and Zijin, the god of the mountain.
Zi Chen's injuries have recovered, and a valuable elixir dispelled the remaining aura of the ancient soldier.
Zi Chen held Feng Ling's neck and asked with a smile: "Are you satisfied with this result?"
Feng Ling gritted his teeth and said: "Zi Chen, if you kill me, you will completely offend the Feng Clan. Have you thought about it?"
Zi Chen said disdainfully: "You have offended me since you plotted against me. Have you thought about the consequences?"
After saying this, Zi Chen let go of Feng Ling.
He fell from the sky.
Thunder filled the whole body, and the body instantly decomposed, leaving behind the soul.
As Zi Chen pointed out, his soul was ignited by a ball of thunder and fire.
It has to withstand both the ravages of thunder and the scorching flames.
Chapter completed!