The mansion was completed, Lan Feng swung his hand, and a spiritual talisman was thrown into the sky by the breeze, and the light of spirit shone.
Lan Feng roared at the spiritual light with his head proudly. All his roars were sucked away by the talismans, and then scattered to every corner of Yujing City, and the ears of no martial artist came into his ears.
"Lan Feng?"
Sunset Villa was shrouded in the hundreds of flowers. Yuechi, who was closing his eyes in the secret realm, suddenly opened her eyes. She muttered, and then she swung her little hand, and the Jade Butterfly of Creation rotated several times in the air and slowly magnified.
Yuechi's little foot stepped on the jade butterfly of creation, breaking through the sky.
A light sword light rose into the sky in the Fantasy Sword Sect, Lin Haoran shrouded in the sword energy and broke through the air. He was extremely interested in the people who appeared suddenly, or even those who opposed the ancient Mo clan appeared.
"Is he really back?" Gu Qingmeng muttered and followed him through the air. It is said that Lan Feng died in the endless turbulence across the border, and Gu Qingmeng never believed it.
"Early early in the morning, who was yelling and making me sleep, and I was not allowed to sleep." In Zixiao Palace, Zhang Qian sat up from the bed, shouted at the window a few times, and lay down again with a "bang". "Ah, it's Lan Feng, I won't hear it wrong." Zhang Qian, who had just lying down, swayed and jumped up again, and rushed out of the door yellingly.
"Hehe..." A charming laughter sounded from Xuanqing Gate. Ye Mi Ning's enchanting body floated out of the place where she was in seclusion.
"I am worthy of being a descendant of the Beiming Heavenly Lord. I act casually, like a demon but not a demon. I am like a god but not a god. I can slaughter the world with one word and betray everyone. I can also go through fire and water for a drunken joke, going to heaven and earth. It seems that the city of Yujing will no longer be peaceful."
Ye Bikong saw Ye Mid-Ning floating away, suddenly opened his eyes. After muttering a few words, he slowly closed his eyes and entered the retreat.
For old people like them who have come from ancient times, due to their longevity, they generally do not have any major events of life and death within the sect, and they will not come forward.
"Is it the sect leader here?"
"No, it's Senior Brother Lan here... it's Senior Brother Lan here..."
Xuantian Sect was fleeing and surviving disciples. They muttered and guessed, and suddenly someone started roaring wildly, holding a bloody battle knife and rushed out of the restaurant. "Senior Brother Lanfeng..."
At this moment, the entire Yujing City was in full bloom, and all the martial arts cultivators raised their heads one after another, guessing that this crazy voice was caused by which powerful man from Xuantian Sect.
At this moment, a bridge of golden light shining across the sky crossed the void, landed in the mid-air of the Nether Ghost Sect, and stopped.
At the other end of the bridge, Lanfeng fell on it with silver hair and white hair, walked step by step, and stopped to the other end of the bridge.
"Demons come out..." On the other end of the bridge, Lan Feng bowed his head and shouted at the newly built mansion of the Netherworld Ghost Sect.
His voice scared everyone in Yujing City. The martial artists widened their eyes at this moment. Who is Mo Dengyun? He was a genius from the Nether Ghost Sect, fighting with Lin Haoran without losing his edge.
"Who is he? Is this asking for death?"
"I don't know, it seems to be a member of Xuantian Sect. Last time Mo Dengyun appeared in Yujing City, didn't he step on the Xuantian Sect sect with one foot? I think it was for this."
The martial artists poked their heads and guessed themselves. They were very interested in the geniuses that appeared in each of their forces in the great world where the storm of Yujing City was moving, the emergence of geniuses, and the ancient tribes were competing for the world.
"He is the Lan Feng who sacrificed the blood of the entire Nether Ghost Sect's Mansion last time. The Blood Sacrifice of the Nether Ghost Sect. Even the ally of the Nether Ghost Sect, Luo Gu was also cut in half by one sword..."
Among the elders of the ancient Zhang clan, an old man with white hair fell on Lan Feng through the endless void, and then his old big hands muttered.
"It seems that this person has returned from the wind and clouds again..."
The old man of the Zhou family did not die and did not use the heavenly eyes to watch it, but after calming down, he came to such a conclusion. Which one in this world is more arrogant than Lan Feng and the descendants of the Beiming Heavenly Lord?
"If he was really that Lan Feng, there was no suspense in this battle. He had just attained the supreme a few months ago. It was impossible for him to condense his divine thoughts so quickly. He was no match for Mo Dengyun..."
The family was spreading upstairs, and several old men shook their heads and muttered for a while, then they buried their heads and started working hard at the wine in their glasses.
After Lan Feng roared, a demonic energy in the Netherworld Ghost Sect rolled in, and a person was exposed in the demonic energy.
"It's you, Lan Feng. Are you looking for death? Haha...ha..." The person who appeared couldn't help laughing wildly after seeing Lan Feng's face clearly.
"Is the devil's court? Very good. I'm worried that I don't know where to find you. You can come to your door first, so you'll die." Lan Feng snorted, grabbed his big hand out of thin air, and the void began to twist.
The demon court and the country were unable to escape from the changes in the void. It instantly fell on Lan's hand. With a big hand, it twisted off the other party's head with a "creak" sound.
"Since you don't want to come out, I will build you again and destroy it again." Lan Feng said murderously intently after killing the Queen of the Demon Court and the People.
And as he spoke, he raised his big foot and stepped down. With a loud "bang", the ninth-level golden bridge shook violently, raised high, and under the control of Lan Feng's divine thought, it cut into the air and suppressed it.
"Young man, how dare you."
At this moment, an old voice rang out from the Netherworld Ghost Sect Mansion. At this moment, the mansion was filled with magic lights, turning into a dark black demon shadow and soaring into the sky, landing in front of Lan Feng, pausing and stopping, revealing an old man coming.
After the old man appeared, his old hands kept stroking on his chest, forming some complicated handprints.
After the hand seal was formed, the mansion below, the magic lights soared into the sky and fell into the hand seal. As the hand seal rose into the sky, it slammed into the sky, and hit the clouds. A loud "boom..." sounded, colliding with each other, and immediately the dust smoke rolled in the void.
After the ash smoke dissipated, in the air, the demonic aura soared into the sky from the Netherworld Ghost Sect, the ninth-level golden bridge was pushed up in the air, and the two of them were stalemate together.
"Young man, this is not a place where you can go wild. You want to find the Demon and the Clouds. He is not in the sect at this time. When he comes back, I will just say to him. Can you leave now? Or you want me to send you a ride." The old man said quietly, with a calm and composed look.
"Then please trouble old man, please take action. Lan doesn't mind killing anyone in the Netherworld Ghost Sect." Lan Feng said without hesitation.
"Looking for death." The old man snorted, his body swayed, and his body instantly grew bigger, turning into a giant body, looking down at Lanfeng in the air.
At the same time, the old man raised his big hand and rushed towards Lanfeng. The moment the old man grabbed his big hand, the whole sky seemed to be dark.
Lan Feng looked at it without fear. He grabbed the Blood-Drinking Crazy Sword out of thin air, holding the Blood-Drinking Crazy Sword in his hand. Lan Feng couldn't help but laughed wildly, revealing the blood-thirsty killing wildness on his face.
Moreover, his body also quickly grew bigger and became a wasteland body. He grabbed the old man's big hand with his backhand. He pulled it hard and then broke the other party's arm, staining the sky with blood.
"It's not like that, just an old man who is about to fall into the ground, much worse than that Purgatory Demon Lord." Lan Feng threw the other party's broken arm aside indifferently, and said with a little sarcastic look.
Lan Feng's words shocked the martial arts cultivators who rushed over first, and had to light up Lan Feng again.
A martial artist who achieved great spiritual consciousness was torn off by Lan Feng in such an understatement. With such combat power, it seems that his initial concentration of mind was just an illusion.
This is a character who likes to play with pigs and eat tigers. When you go back, you have to talk to the people in the clan. Many people think about it this way, and then they stare at Lan Feng, wanting to see that the legendary Lan Feng will once again refine the blood sacrifice of the Netherworld Ghost Sect.