Chapter 1055 Dynasty traitor, the suffering of the devil!
"Marquis of the Wrathful Sea!"
Looking at the god with a painful look on his face, Shen Chenfeng's eyes were about to burst.
But when he saw the bloody words on the stone tablet at the foot of the God, a chill instantly rose in his heart.
Nuhaihou, one of the thirty-two princes of the Shenwu Dynasty, is responsible for guarding the East China Sea.
Because he was greedy for glory and wealth, he chose to take refuge with Li Muyu, which resulted in the fall of the East China Sea and the massacre of millions of soldiers. Therefore, he pierced his body with sword energy and endured cuts by sword energy all day long.
Anyone who rebels against the king will be killed by the sword.
Looking at the words on the stone tablet, Shen Chenfeng was shocked and angry.
He never expected that Marquis Nuhai, who was the first to follow him in his battles across the world, would turn traitor and surrender to the enemy.
"Marquis Nu Hai, I have always taken good care of you. I even entrusted you with the important task of guarding the East China Sea. But why did you turn to Li Muyu?"
Shen Chenfeng's voice was cold and angry, and when he thought of the millions of soldiers who were slaughtered, his heart kept bleeding.
However, Nu Haihou had been suppressed in the hall for hundreds of years and had been tortured to the point of unconsciousness. He did not answer Shen Chenfeng's questions at all.
And Shen Chenfeng didn't ask any more questions.
With an extremely cold expression on his face, he stepped into the second hall.
In the second hall, there is also a god who is nailed to the center of the palace by a huge sword energy.
But this time, what surrounded him was no longer a storm of sword energy, but wisps of pale flames.
These flames are Dao fires, which contain the laws of the Dao and are far more powerful than all heavenly fires.
The terrifying power spread out, making the entire hall feel like a pill furnace, filled with high temperatures that could burn everything.
It is precisely because of this that this hall was not ransacked by other cultivators.
Therefore, there are still several magic weapons left on the ground. Each one shines with divine light and is obviously not an ordinary item.
However, Shen Chenfeng walked to the stone tablet without looking at it.
Ji Ruochen.
The thirty-sixth family of the Shenwu Dynasty, the head of the Ji family.
He was bribed by Li Muyu to provide false information, which led to the fall of Tongtian Pass and the killing of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Therefore, he penetrated his body with sword energy and endured the burning of Dao fire all day long.
Anyone who rebels against the king will be killed by the sword.
"Ji Ruochen, you were just a groom back then. I saw your talent and promoted you as a confidant. But you cheated and killed hundreds of thousands of my soldiers. Is this how you repay me?"
Shen Chenfeng clenched his fists and his voice was extremely cold.
But Ji Ruochen's soul had also lost his mind and was roaring like a wild beast.
Shen Chenfeng withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.
In each of these thousands of palaces, a traitor from the Shenwu Dynasty was suppressed.
They have good status and had a close relationship with Shen Chenfeng in the past.
But because of money, because of women, because of identity, because of status, etc., these brothers who once sworn to each other all betrayed themselves and their dynasty.
"Why, why?"
"These are the empires that our brothers have conquered with great difficulty. How can you give them all up to others?"
"There are also those sons of the Shenwu Dynasty, how can you do this?"
Shen Chenfeng quickly walked through the halls, feeling increasingly angry in his heart.
Sudden!
In a huge palace ahead, fierce shouts of killing could be heard.
I saw hundreds of cultivators, as if they were crazy, with scarlet eyes, constantly attacking those around them.
When Shen Chenfeng looked at the thing that was being fought over by hundreds of people, he felt a sudden pain in his heart.
It was a flying sword that ranked among the top-grade immortal weapons. It was long and slanted, and the blade was in the shape of a sawtooth with a slight curvature, like the teeth of a giant dragon.
Dragon teeth!
This is the formation of Lin Wanzhou, the youngest disciple among Shen Chenfeng's four major disciples.
Seeing this magic weapon, Shen Chenfeng was furious.
He quickly rushed into the main hall and saw a familiar young man, nailed there by the sword energy that penetrated the sky and the earth. His whole body was wrapped with black vines, and they were deeply pierced into all the major acupoints.
Devil's ivy.
This is a vicious beast from ancient times. Not only can it extract the essence and spirit of a cultivator, but every time it is extracted, it feels like countless evil ghosts biting the body and soul. The process is extremely painful.
What thunder and flame, sword energy storm.
Compared with Devil's Vine, it looks like a firefly and a bright moon.
However, Shen Chenfeng had no time to observe and walked directly towards the stone tablet in the center of the hall.
He just wanted to see what mistakes his once-favorite disciple had committed and why he was suppressed in this hall and suffered so much.
But his actions like this were thought by countless people that he wanted to compete for the fairy sword.
"You brat, stop here."
"That fairy sword is mine."
"Whatever is yours is obviously mine."
"Only the strongest person can get that magic weapon."
The few cultivators who were closest had fierce faces on their faces and rushed towards them.
"roll!"
Shen Chenfeng's murderous intention surged in his heart, his body flashed, and the sword energy in his palm shone brightly.
A cross-shaped sword light, carrying a cold, sharp, and vast momentum, rushed towards him crazily.
"The ninth level of Dharma!"
"Holy crap, how is this possible?"
"Escape, everyone, run away."
The cultivators looked frightened and turned around to escape.
But the cross-shaped sword energy flashed, and several people stopped there, their bodies instantly torn apart.
"This, this, this..."
"What a terrifying swordsmanship."
Seeing this scene, hundreds of cultivators were horrified and all stopped fighting.
They all looked at Shen Chenfeng, watching helplessly as the other person walked toward the flying sword that was a high-grade fairy weapon.
However.
What surprised everyone was.
Shen Chenfeng didn't even look at the high-grade immortal weapon that made everyone jealous, and walked directly over to the stone monument.
Lin Wanzhou, the last of the four divine sons of the Shenwu Dynasty.
My king's youngest disciple is the only one blessed by Heaven's Jealousy, and he is favored by my king. However, because he covets the throne, he secretly colludes with Li Muyu and obstructs the reinforcements when my king is in danger, resulting in my king's death.
Therefore, the sword energy penetrates the body and endures the pain of the devil all day long.
Anyone who rebels against the king will be killed by the sword.
boom!
Looking at the fonts on the stone tablet, Shen Chenfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body froze.
He couldn't believe it and couldn't believe it.
The young disciple he loved most in his life actually teamed up with Li Muyu to kill him for the sake of the throne.
"Have you forgotten the hundreds of years of master-disciple relationship just because you are on the throne?"
Shen Chenfeng was furious in his heart, even more angry than Li Muyu's betrayal.
At this moment, a few bold cultivators quietly moved towards Longya.
"roll!"
Shen Chenfeng suddenly turned around, killed several cultivators with one sword, looked at the crowd in the hall coldly, and said: "I will make you disappear within the breath of both of you."
"What if we don't want to?"
A cultivator took advantage of the large number of people and said with a sneer on his face, "Although you are powerful, you are only one person, why should you let us go?"
"In that case, you all should die."
Killing intent flashed in Shen Chenfeng's eyes, and his body disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he appeared in the crowd, with thousands of sword lights shooting out from his body.
"ah!"
"No, don't."
"I don't want the flying sword anymore. Please don't kill me."
Countless screams echoed in the hall.
Hundreds of cultivators were unable to resist, and their bodies were pierced by the sword energy, and they all fell into a pool of blood.
At this moment, the boy who was nailed in the center of the hall seemed to be alarmed.
He opened his eyes slightly and said with a hint of surprise in his voice: "Wu Sheng Kendo, who are you and why do you know my master's sword skills?"
