Feng Feiyun had his own plan in mind. Since Beiming Mo Shou wanted to play, he naturally wanted to play with him to the end.
After leaving Lingshifang, Feng Feiyun and Bi Ningshuai separated.
Such a big thing happened, Bi Ningshuai must go to see Xie Honglian, otherwise God knows what will happen.
Feng Feiyun also wants to meet someone, but I don’t know if she has left the city of God.
Feng Feiyun had already taken a Heavenly Essence Spirit Pill in the underground dragon vein, and his cultivation level had improved a lot.
The Heavenly Essence Pill is only a fourth-grade pill and does not reach the level of a fifth-grade pill. Therefore, refining one piece cannot break through to a realm at all.
Although it has not reached the fourth level of destiny, it is similar.
And on the way to Juese Tower, Feng Feiyun took the second Heavenly Essence Pill.
"By refining five Heavenly Essence Spirit Pills, I should be able to break through to the fourth level of Destiny. Who will be my opponent in the younger generation by then?"
The ancient long street is filled with thick snow,
There is a bright moon hanging in the sky, the moonlight is bright and the air is cold,
Feng Feiyun stood alone at the stunning downstairs. Under the moonlight, the shadows stretched very long.
Tomorrow is the Battle of the Prince Consort, and all the talented heroes have gone to prepare for the battle. The Juese Building, which used to be bustling with activity, seems a bit deserted tonight.
"Uh-huh."
Feng Feiyun's figure disappeared out of thin air. The next moment, he appeared in the Juese Tower, underneath a palace suspended in mid-air.
Above, in the vermilion jade palace, a spiritual lamp is lit,
The moment Feng Feiyun appeared under the Jade Palace, the spiritual lamp went out instantly and became dark.
"He's here...he's down there." Nangong Hongyan wanted to rush out of the palace, but when she walked to the door, she stopped abruptly.
Xuewu said: "Isn't he already dead?"
Nangong Hongyan shook her head and said, "It can't be wrong. I can already smell his breath."
"Then why don't you just go out to see him? You were obviously thinking a lot about him, but when he actually showed up, he was hiding here alone. This is not your style of doing things, sister." Xue Wu said,
Nangong's beautiful eyes had a complex look in her eyes. She shook her head gently, took out a box with a seal on it, like a fine net, and said, "Give this to him."
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Feng Feiyun stood quietly on the snow, letting the cold wind blow on his face. Not long after, a graceful red figure flew down from above. He had long black hair, white skin, and a sexy figure, just like a charming person.的尤物,
夜下的红影,
Xue Wu's laughter was so captivating that few men could not help but fall in love with her laughter. It was very sinful. Her slender waist was swaying like a water snake. She walked over and said charmingly: "Everyone Everyone thought that the King of Gods was dead, but they never thought that a bad guy like you would never die."
Xue Wuxiang's shoulders were half exposed, and she had the scent of a butterfly on her body. She leaned over, full of provocation,
Feng Feiyun turned a blind eye and said, "Where's Hongyan? Why doesn't she come out to see me?"
"Sister has left the Juese Building." Xue Wu's fingers seemed to have no bones, gently caressing Feng Feiyun's cheek, and his eyes flickered gently,
"Where has she gone?" Feng Feiyun said,
"I don't know about that. She left in a hurry and left only this box for me to give to you." Xue Wu felt a little bored and took out the box and handed it to Feng Fei. cloud,
This is a crimson iron box, made of extremely rare earth-centered iron. It is wrapped with a fine seal, like a spider web, and white brilliance is still flowing on it.
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed, with the look of thinking, holding the red iron box in his hand, he would break the seal above and open the box.
"No, no, sister said that the contents of this box cannot be opened until you are in the most danger and despair. Now it won't work. You have to be obedient." Xue Wu quickly stopped Feng Feiyun. The iron box is opened,
Feng Feiyun glanced at Xuewu slightly, then looked at the palace suspended above, and said with a smile: "Okay, if you don't open it, you won't open it. Hongyan, is there anything else you want to say to me?"
"No more." Xue Wu smiled playfully,
"It's gone." Feng Feiyun said,
Xuewu said again: "Oh, I remembered it. My sister asked you not to forget the agreement you made with her. A man who doesn't keep the agreement is not a good man. By the way, what kind of agreement? You don't want to elope. Bar."
"This ... can't be said, can't be said." Feng Feiyun smiled, and finally glanced at the temple on the top, a little disappointed, and then stepped on the snow,
"Elope, elope." Xue Wu laughed from behind,
Nangong's beauty and white clothes are spotless, and her figure is perfect, like a fairy in white clothes.
The cold wind is like a knife, and the cold air enters the sword, carving out a stunning beauty who is jealous, scheming and affectionate.
No one knows how lonely she is in her heart, and no one knows that the love in her heart is more than the loneliness she bears. She is just a woman, and she also wants to have a shoulder to lean on, just like a bird that is tired of flying. I want a nest in the cold storm,
She stood on the suspended palace, watching Feng Feiyun leave, motionless, as if frozen by the wind and snow into a beautiful ice sculpture.
Feng Feiyun walked far away and vaguely heard the sound of the ethereal guzheng coming from behind. The sound was so beautiful that it couldn't be described in words. At this moment, it was as if Nangong Hongyan's soft and moving body was hugging him. Here, it is warm and kind, as if it can melt a person's body, just like a veteran on the battlefield who returns home after narrowly escaping death and receives his wife's first hug.
I can't describe the feeling, warm, wonderful, satisfying,
Feng Feiyun stopped for a long time, listening hard to the song. It was not until the song fell and Feng Feiyun's body was covered with thick snow that he continued to leave.
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"This time, more than half of the genius Junjie of the entire God Jin Dynasty will participate, there are more than ten epic level genius, and the younger generation of kings is not willing to show weakness. They all participated in this war."
"Today is the time for registration. There are several strange top strong men, and some people suspect that they are from other dynasties."
"In just one morning, more than 10,000 young talents signed up to participate, coming from all over the world."
The venue for the Battle of the Prince Consort was set up in the imperial city, and the three princes and nine ministers presided over this feast for the young talents. It was like a great gathering.
Many fighting madmen have come out of seclusion and want to come here to become the world's heroes.
"Epic-level geniuses may not necessarily be invincible in battle at the same level." Ji Feng wore a green Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, as elegant as before. The moon wheel between his eyebrows opened his celestial eye, which can activate the power of the bright moon in the sky. No one is his In the place of one move, in just one morning, sixteen talented heroes were defeated by him, and they all won with one move.
Although Ji Feng is not an epic-level genius, his combat power is stronger than that of an epic-level genius.
At noon, another earth-shattering figure appeared. This person had black wings on his back and four arms. He had a mysterious origin and had reached the fifth level of destiny. Although he was not an epic-level genius, his combat power was considerable. Powerful, he fought dozens of moves against a half-step giant without losing.
Epic-level geniuses may not necessarily be the top figures of the younger generation.
The so-called "epic level" refers to their strong physique, high talent, and deep potential, but it does not mean that their power is the best.
An epic-level genius who has been practicing for ten years may not be more powerful than Jun, who has been practicing for thirty years.
In the Shenjin Dynasty, anyone under the age of fifty was called the younger generation.
Not long after, another mysterious young strong man appeared. His whole body was covered with mud, like a clay figure. He was no more than 1.5 meters tall. There was a blue cloud flying above his head. Once the stone slab under his feet was touched by him, he would turned into a quagmire,
An older monk who had reached the peak of the fifth level of destiny wanted to test his depth, but he was lightly slapped on the chest by him, and his body turned directly into blood-stained mud.
Another unfathomable young talent, no one has ever heard of his name.
The Shenjin Dynasty is too big and has too many people. There are many ancient immortal sects hidden in the mountains and swamps, and they may not have interacted with the outside world for thousands of years. The birth of these mysterious young talents is not a big deal. ,
There is no shortage of freaks in this world, just like little evil demons. Even if they don’t concentrate on cultivation, their cultivation level is improved at a terrifying rate, unmatched by anyone.
Whether the combat power is strong or not does not only depend on the level of talent. Some geniuses with strong ambitions and special skills even have the power to instantly kill epic-level geniuses.
Only half a day has passed, and several freaks have appeared. Their combat power is catching up with the half-step giants, making those heroes on the epic genius list feel strong pressure.
"Dongfang Jingshui is also here. He also wants to marry Princess Luofu and seize the position of the new generation of god king." Someone exclaimed,
Dongfang Jingshui's aura was overwhelming, with a demonic city above his head, and a terrifying demonic power condensed on his body. He smiled and said: "How can this gathering of geniuses be without me? I don't care about the position of Princess Luofu and the God King." I'm not interested, I just want to find a worthy opponent."
Really arrogant,
As soon as these words came out, many young talents were unconvinced.
One of the young talents gave a slight signal, and an old guardian standing behind him flew out immediately, and struck out with the power of a seven-headed dragon and tiger with one palm.
Dongfang Jingshui also struck out with a palm, knocking back the old man.
"Oh my god, Dongfang Jingshui has actually reached such a powerful level, its combat power can compete with that of a half-step giant."
Many people looked at each other. He is worthy of being the leader of the younger generation of the Silver Hook Clan. His combat power is so terrifying. Who can defeat him in this Prince Consort battle?
Although Dongfang Jingshui's combat power is powerful, there are still several people present who are eager to try, their fighting spirit is soaring, and their strength is not much weaker than Dongfang Jingshui's.
"Haha, today I just signed up to fight on the stage. As long as I think you are qualified to fight with me, I will definitely accompany you to the end." Dongfang Jingshui walked away,
"Cousin, it seems that Dongfang Jingshui has also broken through the fifth level of destiny and will be your strong enemy." Longshenya smiled and said,
Beiming Potian opened his eyes, and a bright light burst out from his pupils. With strong confidence, he said: "I will definitely win this time. Whether it is Dongfang Jingshui or Li Xiaonan, they will definitely be stepped on by me." Underfoot."
The first day of the Battle of the Prince Consort is just the registration day. Tens of thousands of young talents have signed up. All of them have good cultivation. They are the top group of the younger generation of the Shenjin Dynasty.
Feng Feiyun also rushed to sign up at dusk, and his name was "Feng Ergou".