Feng Yu had a faint and cold smile on his lips, looking indifferently at the destruction of the desolation. The driving force of Junjing to the Dao assisted the god of death, digging out their limits of potential, and allowing them to truly lift the sickle to harvest their souls. [】
The pitch-black whirlwind swept thousands of miles, swallowing the coffin Immortal Lord at an abnormal speed. The cinnabar-red petals danced with the whirlwind, playing the most poignant hymn.
At this moment, Yuan Mie finally felt heartbroken. The chill that spread in his heart unknowingly made his heart tremble slightly. This heartbreak was out of control, causing the injury of meridian siltation, and the sparks set off a prairie fire.
The momentum, a mouthful of blood surged up and was forced to do so by him. Now he realized that there are people outside of people and there is heaven beyond the sky. Feng Yu's stability and calmness made a heartfelt fear and a faint but real fear in his heart.
"Luo Fengyu, today's battle will be aborted. If you see each other again, you will either die or I will die."
With a blue face, Yuan Mie took out a blood-red flag from his arms and waved it in the wind. Facing the unstoppable god of death, the coffin of Qiqi, which was retreating step by step, turned back into the bright yellow talisman and rolled into the flag.
"Accompany at any time."
Feng Yu did not insist on leaving fate. Now he is not far from the end of his strength. Compared with fate, it is only half a pound. Since there is no overwhelming advantage, it may not be the best choice.
Yuan Mie left, and used the Yin-Yang Array Plate to shuttle through the endless void. Feng Yu understood that the forty-nine days had not expired, Yuan Mie would definitely stay in the Thousand Ghost Abyss, but that had nothing to do with him. If Yuan Mie sincerely wanted to secretly move
Even if you dig three feet into the ground, it is difficult for Feng Yu to dig it out. As for sneak attacks, Feng Yu is not capable of measuring fate.
On the top of the holy mountain, half of the magnificent palace was destroyed, and the broken walls and ruins showed the tragic battle. Although it was a brief confrontation, the thrilling degree was still unspeakable.
"Don't think I'll forget you."
Wudao, imprisoned by the Nine Heavens Gods, seemed to feel the solidified power began to flow backwards. The evil smile on his handsome face broke through his thoughts of iron stone. The brilliant color flowing at Feng Yu's fingertips seemed to be cutting his soul.
"What do you want!"
These fierce words, coupled with trembling syllables, seem ridiculous and pity-provoking. The once arrogant Holy Mountain Ghost Emperor cannot hide his fear at this moment. He may not be afraid of being wiped out from ashes, but Feng Yu will not give up to torture and humiliate him.
Opportunities.
"What do you think?" Feng Yu left Wudao and slowly stepped into the palace. He was also the God Emperor of the Holy Mountain. Feng Yu naturally did not intend to let go. As the saying goes, it is better to chase the remaining bravery and pursue the enemy. Feng Yu doesn't like it.
What kind of disaster will be planted for yourself?
The palace is filled with gorgeous palaces, but unfortunately it is entangled by decline at this moment, and it does not show the usual sense of supremacy.
Even though there are countless ban traps, Feng Yu is still as if he is in a state of no one. Death will clear all obstacles for him. Thirteen ghost kings and ghost coaches fell one after another. The gap between them and Feng Yu is too far away, and Feng Yu has almost no
After taking action, they were captured alive by the undead warriors.
With the perception of the king realm, Feng Yu captured a faint but extraordinary wave at an extremely fast speed, with a faint smile on his lips. He led the god of death to cross time and space, tearing the shackles of space, and entering a mysterious cave.
In the dim cave, the only thing quiet is the sound of water droplets hitting the breeze.
Feng Yu's spiritual consciousness spread in an instant. No matter when, Feng Yu would not let victory run over his mind. Arrogance is the root of failure, Feng Yu cannot defeat, so even if he is unrestrained, the string in his heart
But he never relaxed for a moment.
The cave is not big, it was opened up by manpower, but it has been scary in its existence for a long time. It is almost the same age as the Holy Mountain, with a trace of the original charm of the beginning.
Feng Yu noticed the place of the sin and slowly approached. Under the stalactite-like crystal stone ridge, a gray-haired old man sat cross-legged. From his firm and thin cheekbones, he could vaguely recognize the arrogance that dominated the world in the past.
Then, then
"You're here."
The slim and hazy eyes swept across Feng Yu, and then closed it, as if a little muscle movement would consume his little energy.
Feng Yu was silent. He looked at the terrain with his eyes of heaven and found that this place was a strange place. In tens of thousands of years, it must have nurtured an incredible spiritual vein, but now the stone edge is dim and crystal clear and round,
It can be seen that this spiritual vein against the sky has been absorbed by people.
"Is it worth it? It takes hard work and even sacrifices itself, but it has cultivated a ungrateful wolf."
"You don't understand." After opening two consecutive mouths, the wrinkles on Tianzui's face became a little deeper, and aging was in an unstoppable trend.
"I don't understand, I don't understand anything. You have tried your best to improve the realm of fate, but in the end it becomes an exaggerated dream." Feng Yu sneered at Tianzui's mysterious pretense and mocked him with a nose.
"Luo Fengyu, I dare to assert that you will still repeat the same mistakes in this life, and failure will become your eternal nightmare. It is my honor to be able to set up this chess piece. You are destined to be entangled by fate, so you can't break free."
A series of words made Tianzui's body gradually become as solid as weak. He coughed constantly, but it was mixed with indescribable joy.
"You know my identity. Could it be that Xiang Tianwen offended you, otherwise why did you target me like this?"
Feng Yu concluded that Tianzui's weakness at this moment was not pretending, so he did not attack Tianzui immediately.
"Xiang Tianwen, I don't know him."
"Then you!" Feng Yu really couldn't guess what the old guy was thinking, but now he looks like he has less energy and he can't move too much. If he has a point, he might just turn this old ghost directly.
He was saved.
"Dark Ruofeng."
Tianjue revealed three words, and then he felt as if he was in a dead silence.
When Feng Yu heard the name of the last sect leader of the Dao Sect, he suddenly felt a turbulent wave in his heart. He seemed to feel a pair of eyes monitoring him.
"Is it the Ice Emperor who is planning again? Or is there someone else who is eyeing me?"
A sense of loss climbed up Feng Yu's heart. After so many years of disdainful efforts, he tried every step of the way and tried to go against the will of heaven. Could it be that he still walked along the route designed by others?
There was a crackling sound from the sleeves, Feng Yu raised his hand, looked arrogant, and the colorful divine light flashed in the palm of his palm.
"You, what about the sins of God!"
Wudao walked out with evil spirits. The god of death behind him dragged the ghost Wei Tianzui. Wudao fell down softly. At this moment, he was suffering more painful than ashes.
Feng Yu didn't even look at him, stepped on the colorful lotus and left the top of the holy mountain. Before Wudao woke up from the painful assassination, he was erected by two strong undead warriors and tied up with the ghost king Guishuai.
Then, then
At this time, Feng Yu was so cold that all the ghosts that were approaching him were cut into pieces without exception.
"Yu, you're back."
Fengyu landed in the Yin-Yang Wuji Formation, until he was safe and sound, the three girls of Xiluan cried happily and greeted him happily.
The three girls' trousers pounced into Feng Yu's arms like a nest, but they did not get Feng Yu's enthusiastic response. The angry Xiluan was about to question Feng Yu, but looked up but met Feng Yu's eyes, which was as sad as water, and was rich.
Scattered, except for the last time breaking with Linglong, Xiluan has never been like Fengyu, and put it in Fengyu's arms. Xiluan carefully distinguished Fengyu's heartbeat, dull and fragile.
"Yu, what happened?"
"fine."
Feng Yu was unwilling to say the doubts in his heart to Xiluan and the other two. It was not that he did not trust him, but as a husband, he did not want to put a heavy burden on his wife's shoulders, and even if his heart was bleeding, he would still drip silently.
"Your eyes can't fool me."
Xiluan became suspicious, so naturally she would not be fooled by Fengyu so easily. She approached Fengyu. The faint sadness made Xiluan feel the urge to cry. She didn't think she was thinking about it all because of this
The impulse is too real. She has been a pillow by Feng Yu for two years, and she can clearly distinguish the true or false feelings.
"It's really okay."
Feng Yu tried his best to make him act calmly, but not to mention Xiluan and Wuxie, even Xueer could have such a forced smile.
Xue'er was about to speak, but was secretly pulled by Wuxie. Xiang Xiluan, who was left with no trace, gave a wink. Feng Yu's embarrassment made Wuxi feel distressed. Since Feng Yu chose not to say it, maybe he would be there.
Wuxie is reluctant to force him.
Understanding Wuxie's intention, Xiluan no longer continued to ask questions. Xueer Bingxue was smart and Xiluan didn't ask questions anymore, so she naturally wouldn't talk too much.
"Thank you, little friend."
The two old men of green and red walked out of the Wuji Taoist Talisman, and the old men of red men were smiling. Even the old men of green men who were not fake in color had a smile when they became imprisoned.
Feng Yu defeated the two Ghost Emperors this time, which was completely beyond their expectations. Although the many ghost shadows in the Holy Mountain are very powerful, they lack leaders. Just like a group of dragons without a leader, they can never cause much storm. In the future, they can be said to be
I'm just resting on my mind.
"Senior, can you tell me more about An Ruoling in more detail? Don't miss any subtleties."
Feng Yu said solemnly, and his serious expression made Hongshen, who was confused, ask too much questions, and begin to tell Feng Yu about the life story of An Ruoling.
Feng Yu sometimes frowned, sometimes sighed, sometimes melancholy, and his strange expression made Qinghong Shuangshou and Xiluan look at each other frequently, but Feng Yu didn't realize it. His brain was immersed in analyzing every word Hongshou said.
Words, hope to capture clues.
When the 49th day period reached, except for the extremely secrets, Hongsou almost told Feng Yu all the data about Daozong and An Ruoling. Feng Yu did not explain it from beginning to end, but he also made the right to do it.
I don't know.
Before Feng Yu left, Hongsou and Feng Yu agreed that when he ascended, if he had the chance, he would help him with all the places where the Taoist sect treasures were hidden, but the fate of the Yin-Yang Xuanjue Pot
All of them succeeded, Feng Yu didn't think that those treasures would not be visited by him.
After the two sides said goodbye, Feng Yu led the three daughters of Xiluan to return to the Wangchen Sect and publicized the retreat to the outside world. This was nothing, but another message made the three continents boil.
Three years later, the Wangchen Sect will open the Immortal Palace of Emperor Hua. In order to seek fairness, Feng Yu promised all monks that they did not limit their identities and qualifications were as if they were included.