I saw King Jin's men holding silver bows and shooting arrows, aiming at the petite golden dragon in the sky and waiting to shoot.
Feng Zhilou was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The child was too young and the dragon's body was less than three meters long. One arrow could pierce it, let alone ten thousand arrows.
She was so anxious that she was sweating. What should she do? Suddenly she had an idea, pulled out the Xuanyuan Red Sky Sword, and slashed it horizontally towards the sedan body. The ancient artifact was not empty, even if Miss Feng Qi had no strength.
, also split the sedan in half instantly.
"How dare you touch my son!"
Feng Zhilou jumped out of the sedan chair and looked at King Jin's powerful golden soldiers. She knew that she could not subdue King Jin's powerful men with her own strength alone, even with the artifact in hand, so she put the Xuanyuan Sword on it.
Didn't they want the saint to kill their own necks? They should be afraid that the saint would die.
"Let him go, or I will die here."
Zhilou's move made the soldiers holding crossbows stop. They didn't know which way to look at for a moment. The saint couldn't die, and the dragon son couldn't be let go.
King Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his soldiers to put down their weapons. Although Longzi was important, he could not lose the Zhenwu Saint. Moreover, the Saint gave birth to Longzi, which meant that she was already the Dragon Queen of the Holy Land.
"Put down your bow and arrows and let him go."
"Yes, King Jin." The soldiers put down their crossbows and surrounded Fengzhi Tower, but no one dared to rush forward.
The little golden dragon in the sky noticed something, flipped over, and flew back, staring at Feng Zhi Tower and shouting loudly.
"Mother, mother, don't do anything stupid."
The child was a child, he really thought his mother was going to die and rushed down in a panic.
"Come on, son, come on."
Zhilou waved his arms angrily, and Little Chongzhi blinked his eyes, and then he understood what his mother meant, and he began to sob helplessly.
Speaking of which, Little Chongzi is only three years old. He has never left his mother's side since he was born. Even if she is lying down, he will be around her every day. But now he has to leave alone. How can he not be afraid?
The little bug refused to leave for a long time. It circled around the head of Fengzhilou several times and flew away at Zhilou's urging.
Where can he go? In a vast alien world, how can a child who is not familiar with the world survive?
Feng Zhilou put down the Xuanyuan Red Sky Sword in frustration and looked at the sky, big tears rolling down her face. She hoped that she would get out of trouble as soon as possible so that she could get the little bug back.
"Put away her sword and tie her to the horse." King Jin ordered coldly.
"yes."
A soldier rushed over and grabbed the sword in Feng Zhilou's hand, but before his hand could touch the blade, the sword glowed red and ejected him.
Xuanyuan Chixiao Sword can identify its owner and can communicate with the owner's soul. In the past, the old ghost could take away the sword so easily, just because Zhilou was in a state of death and the artifact could not feel the owner. But now it is different. Miss Feng Qi is alive.
Standing here, how can the sword allow others to get close to you?
"Ah! Your Majesty, this sword can hurt people."
The soldier shouted and did not dare to come any closer.
"I don't believe it!" King Jin looked stern, and suddenly waved his palm, and his palm was filled with a faint dark reddish-brown gas.
How is that possible?
Feng Zhilou was very shocked. His true energy turned out to be dark reddish-brown energy. Red true energy is demonic energy. Dark reddish-brown energy means that the demonic nature has reached a certain level. Who would have thought that King Jin is a demon? But his demonic nature can be controlled.
The result is extremely good, it should be related to the inner elixir from another world.
When he hesitated, King Jin's palm had already been grasped. Xuanyuan Scarlet Sky Sword was radiating with radiance, one good and one evil. The two forces were intertwined. Feng Zhilou's body was exhausted, and Xuanyuan Scarlet Sky Sword could not merge with its master's true energy.
Wei Yi, of course, couldn't resist the powerful demonic energy, and was directly grabbed by King Jin to grab the sword in his hand.
"Tie her up and put her on a horse."
King Jin put away the Xuanyuan Chixiao Sword and ordered in a cold voice. Soon several soldiers came over and tied up Fengzhilou. He wrapped it directly around the horse. Not to mention getting up, he just moved.
It's all a lot of effort.
"Tyrant, let me down!" Feng Zhilou shouted angrily in shame.
"When you arrive at my palace, I will naturally let you down." King Jin flew onto his horse and sat upright, as if he were a monarch.
"Just wait. When I recover my skills, the first thing I will do is to destroy your appearance and make you look like a good person, but you won't dare to do any good."
Feng Zhilou was full of dissatisfaction. Why did he get angry with Chu Moshang? This was simply a humiliation to Mr. Chu.
"I'm waiting for you to recover your skills..."
King Jin smiled indifferently, waved his hand gently, and the team moved forward quickly. His eyes looked far away, very confident, his expression was almost the same as that of Shang.
The bald Imperial Master looked annoyed and followed at the back of the team, covering his bald head with his sleeves from time to time.
Zhilou lay on the back of the horse and looked back with difficulty. The beautiful green green cliff was getting further and further away. The straight up and down cliffs were like a ribbon, swaying unsteadily, and finally disappeared from her sight.
The team walked for a long time, and the people they met on the road avoided each other and did not even dare to look directly at them. King Jin was famous for being fierce and arbitrary in other worlds. No one except Ji Xiaosheng dared to confront him.
Finally, the team approached King Jin's palace. From a distance, the spire-like palaces were embedded in the red soil, surrounded by pale trees. At first glance, it looked like there was thick snow piled up.
"Bring her in."
When he arrived at the entrance of the palace, King Jin jumped off his horse first and strode into the palace. The Imperial Guard followed closely behind, and several soldiers filed in with Feng Zhilou, who was tied up.
As Zhilou walked, she looked up. The scene here was really familiar. She came to the place where she practiced "Qiankun Break". It had a silver-gray ceiling, silver-gray walls, and a silver-gray floor. When she walked in
, as if you were in a vast expanse.
Feng Zhilou was brought into a room that was not spacious, and then the door was closed. In an instant, everything around him became quiet, as if everyone in the world had disappeared.
This room is very simple, with only a bed and table, and no extra accessories. The floor is covered with a layer of white wooden boards, and the bed is covered with a layer of white animal skin. This kind of pure white is not mixed with any color.
, while giving people a clean feeling, it is also a bit lonely and monotonous.
Why did King Jin bring her here? Feng Zhilou really couldn't think of what benefits the Zhenwu Saint from another world could bring to King Jin? Let him go to such great lengths to catch her.
Sitting down, she sighed softly, thinking about Xiao Chong very much. This child was innocent and playful. If she left her like this, she didn't know where he could go. That "Qiankun Break" is a magic book. After practicing, will Xiao Chong become infected with the disease?
Suffering from demonic energy? Zhilou feels very anxious
, I hope that the little insect can return to Chu Moshang after learning this peerless martial arts. Shang is resourceful and will definitely find a way to eliminate the demonic nature in his son. However, if the little insect fails to practice, he may become homeless in another world and become a
A child no one wants anymore.
"Son, you must be strong."
Feng Zhilou clenched her fists and prayed silently. At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone was walking towards this direction.
There was a soft sound, and King Jin walked in with his imperial master. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Zhilou.
"How is it? Are you still used to the saint here?"
"I'm not used to it. If you let me out, I might get used to it and be more comfortable." Feng Zhilou raised her chin. Now that her son had escaped and she was the only one left, what else did she have to fear.
"You know, there is no such possibility..."
King Jin smiled coldly, then waved his hand, and the Imperial Master came forward.
"Unfold the scroll, I want to compare it to see if this saint is the one in the legend." After King Jin finished speaking, he strode in, sat firmly in the chair next to the table, and ordered the imperial master.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Imperial Master took out a scroll and gently unfolded it in front of Feng Zhilou. As the scroll unfolded, wisps of white smoke overflowed from the scroll...
What is the painting inside? Zhilou thought of Yueniang's words. There is a portrait of a woman in the hand of the king of the alien world. This woman is the key to opening the door to the alien world and the normal world.
The painting exhibition gradually unfolded. Zhilou looked around and was surprised. The entire painting was made of silver foil, the paper surface was bright and gorgeous, and the people in the painting seemed to be alive and smiling. Why did it look like this?
Does it look familiar? She blinked her eyes and looked again, wondering who else it could be if it wasn't herself.
It’s just that the woman has no blue spots on her cheeks and her skin is fair and flawless. She is wearing a fiery red brocade robe and a beautiful phoenix crown. Isn’t this what she wore when she was in the Holy Land? It’s a pity that the clothes and phoenix crown were sold by the old ghost.
Do you know where you ended up?
The Imperial Master narrowed his eyes and whispered.
"The king has always believed that this woman is Xuesheng, but now it seems that there is someone else."
"I am also wondering how an ordinary woman can have such great abilities. Now it seems that it is just an error. Fortunately, she arrived in time..." Prince Jin stared at Feng Zhilou's face, which indeed looked very similar.
She doesn't have this blue spot on her face, so I don't know if it would be the same.
After saying that, King Jin stood up, walked in front of Zhilou, and grabbed her wrist.
"Is the woman in the painting you?"
"I don't know him, I've never seen him." Feng Zhilou rolled his eyes at King Jin. Since he was sure that he was the one, why bother to ask again and again? Now that the Zhenwu Saint or the Dragon Queen has been abolished, the people on this scroll and
She is completely different from the other two.
"I expected you wouldn't admit it, but it doesn't matter, I will know if you are her? Come here!" King Jin let go of Feng Zhilou's wrist and shouted loudly to the people outside.
Several maids came in and stood respectfully aside. Although they were wearing ordinary clothes, Zhilou could feel that each of them contained true energy and were not ordinary warriors.
"Bring in the robe and crest!"
King Jin's words made Feng Zhilou's expression change greatly. He never expected that the robe and crown that the old ghost had stolen would actually be in King Jin's hands.