All the monks in the seventh hall of Senluo Hall were alarmed. Hundreds of black-robed Senluo flew down from the central peak like a flock of big black birds. The sound of breaking wind could be heard endlessly.
Hundreds of black-robed Senluo are all elite disciples of the Seventh Hall, and they carry a ferocious aura. These Feng family disciples have really rebelled, and they must be suppressed again.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun raised his head and slashed his sword, and a wave of dragon-shaped sword flew out, swept across the sky, and killed more than ten black-robed Senluo. Blood rained down, and their bones were thrown all over the mountain, falling on the ground with a "pop" sound.
"Plop" sound of falling to the ground.
The disciples of the Feng family were all full of ferocity, each and every one of them unleashed their spells and energy. Tens of thousands of rays of light rushed straight up, blasting away the hundreds of black-robed Senluo to the point where nothing was left.
Feng Feiyun took the lead and walked on the ancient road up the mountain. He encountered enemies and bandits. Wherever he passed, black-robed corpses were left on the ground. Those corpses were smashed to pieces by the children of the Feng family.
The hatred in my heart burst out.
The first generation head of the Feng family followed Feng Feiyun unhurriedly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end. He looked at Feng Feiyun's back with an appreciative smile on his face.
's nodded.
When we reached the mountainside, masters from the Seventh Hall of Senluo Hall finally arrived. They were three old men wearing purple, gold and black robes, with gray hair and wrinkles on their faces like spades shells.
These three old men have been cultivating for more than four hundred years. They are the first level of destiny and are elder-level figures in the seventh hall of Senluo Hall.
There are nine levels of destiny in the realm of destiny. Once you reach the first level of destiny, you can have a life span of five hundred years.
However, every level of the realm of destiny is extremely difficult to break through. More than half of the monks are not talented enough. After reaching the first level of destiny, they can no longer enter the realm and are trapped in the first level of destiny for the rest of their lives.
To use an analogy, if we say that the Shenjin Dynasty has a total population of 100 billion, but the number of monks who can reach the realm of destiny is pitiful and the probability is horribly low, perhaps only one in a million.
In other words, only one in one million people can reach the realm of destiny, and the total number is one million people.
But among the one million Destiny cultivators, half of them are still at the first level of Destiny. Because of their talent, they will never be able to make a breakthrough. Even if they practice for three or four hundred years, they will still be at the first level of Destiny.
It's just that due to hundreds of years of accumulation, the combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary first-level monks of destiny.
This is a kind of cruel elimination. The higher the level, the more severe the elimination. For example, if a half-step giant wants to be promoted to a giant, there is only a one-tenth chance.
Only one of ten half-step giants can reach the level of a giant.
A monk with the fifth level of destiny has a one-tenth chance of reaching the realm of a half-step giant.
There will always be a few people who can reach the top.
In the Destiny Realm, the strength gap at each level is huge. As the level increases, it becomes more difficult to fight beyond the level. After all, those who can cultivate to a super high level are all peak figures who have been screened through layers of talent.
Not too bad.
Therefore, after reaching the Destiny realm, epic-level geniuses cannot cross three realms to kill people. Even if they cross two realms to fight against people, it will be quite difficult and they may even be defeated.
"Feng Feiyun, let go of our Highness and keep your whole body." One of the three old men, a rather skinny old man, pointed at Feng Feiyun with a commanding tone.
Feng Feiyun held the giant white stone sword and took the initiative to greet her. He said with a smile: "Let my family go and get out of Xuanxing Blessed Land. I will return her to you immediately."
"Bold, do you think you have the qualifications to negotiate with us?" The skinny old man knew that Feng Feiyun was not easy to mess with, so he directly sacrificed his magical weapon. There were hundreds of glows in the Dantian, and a bronze Zhan Ge flew away.
It came out like a blue lightning bolt.
Feng Feiyun did not fight with them head-on. After all, his purpose was to save people, not kill people. Killing was naturally left to the strong, and he did not have to rush to the front line.
He grabbed Wan Xiangcen, pinched her slender neck, held her in his arms, and placed the giant white stone knife against her neck, much like an uncle in the market would kill a goose with a knife.
Wan Xiangcen is now a goose in Feng Feiyun's hands.
"Who the hell dares to come here? Believe it or not, I chopped off her head?" Feng Feiyun's voice was strong.
But his face was very pale, without a trace of blood, like a sick man who had been ill for a long time.
He didn't want others to know that he had defused the rotten blood of the King of Hell. If he let the big shots of the older generation follow him, they would probably have trouble sleeping and eating again. They would regard him as a thorn in their side and want to kill him.
Therefore, Feng Feiyun must continue to pretend to be a short-lived ghost who will not live long.
Wan Xiangcen's five slender fingers made a "clucking" sound when pinched. It was so abominable that Feng Feiyun actually pinched her head in front of so many people, pressed her to the ground, and cut the knife.
Leaning on her Bai Xue's neck, this made her raise her head and be a human being in the future.
After Feng Feiyun did this, the three old men with the highest destiny were frightened and backed away, fearing that the desperado would be driven into panic. If he hurt a hair of His Highness, the three of them would probably do the same.
Disappeared in the world of immortality.
Everyone knew that Feng Feiyu's life was short and he was not afraid of death at all. It was precisely because of this that no one dared to bet with him.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The four female guards of the Seventh Hall of Senluo Hall also flew down from the top of the mountain, wearing black cloaks on their backs, ponytails on their heads, and a golden belt, which outlined the curve of their waist as slender as a snake.
The four of them are all at the second level of destiny. They all have heaven-defying talents and have strong auras. The combat power of each of them is not much weaker than Feng Feiyun.
One of the older female guards came out escorting a middle-aged man with iron shackles on his body, and said with a frosty face: "Feng Feiyun, do you know who he is?"
This middle-aged man's skin was slightly dark, but he still had an elegant air. His bright eyes stared angrily at the female guardian who had just pushed him.
"Second uncle!" Feng Feiyun's eyes were a little softer. It had only been a few years since we last met, and the second uncle had become much older.
Feng Feiyun's grandfather had three sons in total. His father's name was Feng Wanpeng, and he was the third.
The middle-aged man in front of him is called Feng Wanli, and he is also his father's second brother, so Feng Feiyun calls this middle-aged man his second uncle.
"Feiyun!" Feng Wanli looked at Feng Feiyun with some excitement. Tears could not help but shed in his weathered eyes, and he sighed: "You shouldn't have come!"
If Feng Feiyun only had the soul of the Phoenix clan leader, he might not care about so-called family ties at all, let alone call a human being his father and second uncle.
In fact, although Feng Feiyun has a phoenix soul, this body is a human body after all. What really dominates is the human soul, that is, Master Feng's soul.
The life of the Phoenix Clan Leader is more like a huge mass of memories, which can greatly affect Master Feng's emotions and thinking judgment, but it is not the dominant one.
Of course, my hatred for Shui Yueting is unforgettable, and even if I go through the reincarnation of the world, I can't get rid of it even half of it.
It is precisely because of this that Feng Feiyun attaches great importance to his relatives and regards them as his amiable and respectable elders, so he came to the meeting. Otherwise, he would not come to manage the Feng family.
These bad things.
Feng Feiyun smiled bitterly and said: "Second uncle, don't worry, since I dare to come, I am absolutely sure that I can save you from the clutches of the devil."
Feng Wanli closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. The Seventh Hall of Senluo Hall was too powerful. How could a junior be able to compete with it? In order not to implicate his nephew, he was ready to commit suicide.
There was only one concern in his heart now. He opened his eyes and said, "Jianxue left with you. Is she okay now?"
Feng Wanli is Feng Jianxue's adoptive father. He doesn't know that Feng Jianxue is actually an "undercover agent" arranged by the fair-weather monk to go to the Feng family to inquire about the ancestral site of the Feng family's mausoleum. His real name is Nalan Xuejian.
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Feng Feiyun paused slightly and said: "She... is very good. She has met a master who is highly respected and has good conduct. No one can bully her now."
"That's good, that's good. That girl is really lucky. You have to take good care of her in the future!" Feng Wanli was completely relieved. His only concern was gone and he could die peacefully.
How could Feng Feiyun fail to hear that he was explaining his funeral affairs, and was about to stop him from committing suicide when suddenly, a raging thunder and lightning came in the air, splitting the space, and pointed directly at Feng Feiyun's head.
"boom!"
There is an extremely powerful man who wants to sneak attack on Feng Feiyun, kill him with one blow, and then rescue Wan Xiangcen from his knife edge.
The first-generation head of the family standing next to Feng Feiyun had an evil light in his eyes. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly glanced into the distance, then calmed down his aura and stood quietly aside.
An old and majestic voice came from outside the sky, like the sound of a heavenly bell, making people's eardrums ache: "Huh! As a half-step giant, he actually sneaks up on a junior, and he is not ashamed."
The next moment, the sound was very close, and a crutch stretched out from the crowd, shattering the lightning that killed Feng Feiyun.
The half-step giant from the Seventh Hall of the Senluo Hall flew down from the mountainside, stared at the crowd, and said: "Who took action just now, and dared to interfere with the affairs of the Feng family and our Seventh Hall? You are not timid, give me
get out."
The voice of this half-step giant was also like the sound of Hong Zhongtian, which made the ears of more than a dozen Feng family disciples bleed.
A stooped, white-haired old man squeezed out from the crowd. This old man was holding a cane, wearing red pants, and carrying a machete on his back. Half of his teeth were missing in his mouth, and he was still chewing.