"Everyone, the prince consort is healing his wounds. Don't disturb his rest. I am responsible for the guardian. Who dares to break in a random way? Don't blame us for not giving face."
Outside the main entrance of the Princess Hall, at the end of the team, Mo Zigui and Li Zengye, two masters of the Dragon List, stood on the left and right.
The bright trident was pierced on the ground, releasing waves of pressure, blocking everyone's way.
Although the warriors in line were dissatisfied, they did not dare to force themselves and could only continue to wait.
Princess Wu Ji just glanced at all this casually and ignored it.
When the Princess Hall was very lively, the temple where the Great Elder was located seemed particularly quiet.
In the empty palace, Tian Wugan looked into the distance through the window, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Disciple... Meet Master!"
Hearing the unusual movements coming from behind, Tian Wugan came to his senses. He did not pay attention to Wu Kunlun's resentment and reluctance hanging on his face. He pointed casually and said lightly: "Sit down."
"Master, why did you... stop your disciple from taking action yesterday?"
Wu Kunlun stood upright, with doubts in his voice.
"Has my master stopped you from taking action?" Tian Wugan's voice sank, and a hint of coldness flashed, "I'll ask you, if you take action, are you sure to kill Ye Feng?"
"He is seriously injured and his disciples may not have no chance to fight to the death."
Wu Kunlun clenched his fists, and infinite annoyance arose in his heart. Thinking of the battle between his eyes yesterday, he wanted to slap himself twice.
"Fight to the death? Humph, you didn't start a war yesterday and lost your fighting spirit first. If I hadn't stopped you from the scene, maybe you would have to be like Ao Feibai today, lying on the sickbed and unable to move, right?"
"Even I am, I can't guess how many trump cards this human boy has now."
Tian Wugan snorted coldly at his nostrils. Seeing Wu Kunlun's decadent and lost expression, his heart softened, and said, "If you don't let you take action, you will have your own reasons. The riot... is coming soon."
"It is related to the life and death of the three halls. Kunlun, you should make all preparations. The fetal and martial arts vein and the Palace of Eternal Life... will belong to you after all."
Wu Kunlun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were replaced by surprise, and he bowed to Tianwu and asked, "Please... Master clearly."
"It's time to keep your energy and be prepared these days. When the time comes, you will know. Go away."
Tian Wugan, who waved his hand, stopped talking.
...
The sea area three thousand miles away from the Hall of Eternal Life is extremely beautiful and there are many creatures in the sea. Only on the water nearly a thousand miles south, no creature exists.
Below the waters, there was a magnificent view of clouds and clouds. The silver-glowing palace stood tall and was more than twice the size of the Hall of Eternal Life.
Looking from the sky, countless aquarium warriors were passing through the middle. If they were close, they could still see the faces of these aquarium warriors, with a hint of fear.
In front of an extremely luxurious and tall building in the center, thousands of aquarium soldiers were lined up on the left and right, and dozens of powerful men with the appearance of elders were waiting outside the gate, looking at the depths of the hall with a nervous look on their faces.
Around a jade bed inside, several powerful masters gathered.
One of them was shining with silver light, with fine scales growing on the back of his chest, tiger eyes were like lightning, and his face was like a knife and axe carved by an axe. His face was black and red, and his body was filled with a faint purple mist, releasing a powerful aura. .
This person is Ao Shuanglou, the owner of the Silver Dragon Palace.
Ao Feibai, who was charred on the jade bed, closed his eyes tightly, and the breath in his mouth was weak. After a whole night of treatment, he had not yet woken up until now.
"Young Master... was hit by a flaming lion of the heavenly class, ejected from the mortal fire..."
Next to him, two elders who escorted Ao Feibai back, their voices trembled and they didn't dare to let out a breath.
Since seeing his beloved son appear like this, the Lord of the Silver Dragon Palace, Ao Shuanglou, has never said a word, but the more this happens, the more fear the two of them are.
The most terrifying Ao Shuanglou is the one who doesn’t speak.
"The Lord of the Palace, Your Highness was seriously injured. After the meridians and Dantian Yuan was exhausted, he took Guiyuan Dan and forced it to improve. It was difficult to go further within three years. Now his whole body was burned by flames, and his injuries were even worse. At this time...
Maybe it will be delayed for another year or two."
An old man with a elixir pattern on his chest and a gray head opened his mouth.
He tried his best to make his words seem plain.
Hearing this, the few people next to him couldn't help but look dark.
Five years.
Five years... enough to make a genius become a mediocre person.
There is no doubt that if according to what this elder of the Alchemy said, Ao Feibai would fade out of everyone's vision within five years, and even if he recovered his cultivation, it would probably be difficult for him to catch up with the pace of other younger generations.
The master of the Silver Dragon Palace, Ao Shuanglou, devoted most of his efforts to this son.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and no one dared to say anything more.
boom!
At one moment, a fierce energy storm rolled up in the huge hall, shattering the dome and rushing straight to the sea.
Under the storm, waters within hundreds of miles began to fluctuate, forming a huge vortex.
The indescribable magnificent holy power rushed out of the central hall, shocking the elders and ordinary aquarium soldiers outside the hall to kneel down on the ground.
Under the crushing of the holy power, they felt their legs weak and they couldn't stand up even if they wanted to.
After a long time, the energy storm slowly dissipated, and the cold Ao Shuanglou's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he spoke like the sound of heaven, majestic and domineering.
"During the Great Riot, overthrow the Palace of Eternal Life."
"I... personally cut off the bad life of that human boy."
The cold eyes swept over the two elders and continued, "As for the witch bones and the sins of you, I will take care of them when the dust is settled."
The two elders of the Silver Dragon Palace looked pale and nodded like pounding garlic. How could they say no?
...
Time flies, and four days have passed in a blink of an eye. Ye Feng's internal and external injuries have basically healed. With the effect of the Heart-Healing Platform, some external injuries have long been fine.
puff……
During the continuous healing and practice, on the evening of the fourth day, Ye Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.
The meridians in the body have returned to their original solidification, and the Dantian is full of energy. What surprised him was that this battle was not without benefits. Under his extreme exploitation of energy, his breath increased a little, and the distance was
The eighth level of the virtual realm is one step closer.
Fighting is indeed the best way to improve your strength.
Looking up at a distance, Ye Feng saw Wu Ji squinting and taking a nap.
Her long eyelashes covered her big eyes, and her back was against the soft bed, and her slender legs were placed flat on the desk. Her long white and delicate legs could be seen with infinite scenery.
Even in a simple sleeping position, there is a throbbing that makes ordinary people squirt blood.
It seems that these days, in order to take care of herself, this aquarium princess is indeed too tired...