Where did this ancient mythical beast come from?
Staring at the majestic and extremely handsome five-clawed golden dragon in front of him, Feng felt the rising pure spiritual power in his body while secretly guessing.
Not long ago, it was the appearance of this divine dragon that made him make great progress in cultivation, successfully entered the realm of spiritual masters, and became a top existence in the world.
Even though he was in a coma, based on the descriptions of Zhong Wen, Li Xuefei and others afterwards, he was still able to judge that the majestic and astonishingly powerful beast in front of him should be the five-clawed golden dragon of that day.
The spiritual power spit out by the dragon continues to nourish Feng's dantian and body, continuously and endlessly.
It was not until two moments later that this divine horse finally stopped breathing, shook its huge dragon head again, let out a soft roar, and then gradually faded away, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Feeling the majestic spiritual power in his dantian, Feng even had the illusion that he could punch through the sky and shatter the void with just one punch.
Looking around, he found that the elixirs and herbs piled up around the formation were no longer full. Each one was withered and thin, so wilted that he could hardly feel the presence of spiritual power.
Although there is a medicinal fragrance in the air, it is much lighter than before.
It seems that this spiritual formation is driven by spiritual medicine, not spiritual stones. It is a pity that I don't know how to set up the formation. Otherwise, I only need to collect some medicinal materials to help Xuefei enter the realm of the heavenly wheel.
Feng shook his head regretfully and thought with regret.
Fortunately, he was calm by nature and didn't have too many obsessions. He just sheathed his sword and turned around to leave the cave where Wanjin Louzhu was.
At this time, something next to Wanjin Louzhu's body suddenly attracted his attention.
A book!
When Wanjin Louzhu was hit by the sword and fell to the ground, a book fell out of her arms.
In this world without mobile phones, computers and game consoles, Feng had probably never experienced the fun of "defeating monsters and dropping treasures". He immediately became curious and came to the owner of Wanjin Tower in a few steps. He bent down and picked up the treasures on the ground.
of books.
The cover of the book was very shabby, and there were several large characters written neatly on it, but he couldn't read any of them.
Ancient divine texts?
Feng secretly speculated, put the unreadable book in his pocket, and then returned in the direction he came from, and soon came to the intersection of the three cave entrances again.
He did not choose to leave here, but hesitated briefly at the three passages in front of him, then took another step and stepped into the cave on the left.
Once the assassins in Wanjin Tower step into the Earth Wheel, they will be sent there to receive one-on-one guidance from instructors.
It was a much wider and more complicated area than the central cave. Back then, Leng Wushuang had spent three whole years of hellish training in that deep and closed space.
Feng walked slowly among the familiar passages, exuding a colorless, invisible, yet suffocating powerful aura.
Along the way, whenever he met anyone in the organization, regardless of whether he was male or female, old or young, or whether he knew them or not, he would stab them without hesitation. Every time he struck, he would definitely take a life.
There are hundreds of assassins in the cave, with cultivation levels ranging from the first to the ninth level of the Earth Chakra. In front of his spiritual aura, they are unable to move at all. They are like living targets, unable to resist or escape. They are just like
They fell in pieces like leeks.
In just a moment, he slaughtered more than a hundred assassins in the entire cave, then returned to the intersection of the three cave entrances, turned around and entered the cave on the right.
This time, his actions were more decisive and without any hesitation.
In the cave on the right, most of them are the intelligence and logistics personnel of Wanjin Tower. The owner does not require these people to have strong combat capabilities, so they have not taught the nameless skills. Many of them are mediocre in strength and have not even practiced the skills.
There are also many ordinary people.
However, Feng did not look at these people differently, but classified them all as "Members of Wanjin Tower", and still struck them one by one without mercy.
"Feng, Instructor Feng, why..."
The speaker is a fifteen-year-old boy, bright and energetic, and still young.
He called out Feng's name, and Fengye also recognized his identity.
Five years ago, a boy who was nearly ten years old was recruited into the organization to engage in intelligence sorting and task assignment. Every assassination mission of Feng was conveyed by this boy.
Due to their frequent contacts at work, the two of them became quite familiar with each other and could barely be considered friends.
"One day, I will join another cave and practice the art of assassination." When he was twelve years old, the young man waved his fist and vowed, "Become the strongest assassin who scares everyone in the world!"
To a young man, the logistics work of Wanjin Tower seemed too boring, but the assassins who were feared, hated and despised by the world were actually very interesting and exciting to him.
Becoming a hunter in the dark is exactly his ideal and longing.
Three years later, the young man is still in the cave on the right, engaged in boring logistical work day after day. His life ideal has obviously not been realized.
"The existence of Wanjin Tower will threaten the people I love most." A trace of struggle flashed in Feng's eyes, but he quickly regained his determination, "So, I'm sorry."
"But, we are not assassins..." The young man's expression was both frightened and confused.
"Since we want to eliminate Wanjin Tower, we cannot leave anyone alive." Feng said slowly, "Otherwise, once my identity is revealed, it may cause trouble for the people around me."
While he was speaking, he suddenly backhanded his sword and stabbed through a Wanjinlou member who was trying to attack him from behind.
"I, I can keep the secret for you." Looking at the colleague hanging on Fengjian, the young man's face turned pale and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, Wan Jin Lou almost made me lose my beloved." Feng shook his head apologetically, "I can't take this risk."
"No, no, I don't want to die!" The young man tried to retreat, but felt a mysterious aura suddenly enveloped him. His whole body froze and he could no longer move. He could only shout at the top of his lungs, "My life has just begun. I still want to practice, I still want to be an assassin, I still want to..."
"puff!"
Feng raised his arm slightly, and the sword blade turned into a silver light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and easily penetrated the young man's heart.
Until he fell down, the young man's eyes were still full of unwillingness.
His eyes bulged desperately, as if he was angrily scolding Feng for his ruthlessness, and also seemed to be denounced for the unfairness of fate.
A sword stabbed an old acquaintance to death. Feng did not stop and continued to turn around and swing the sword...
In the following ten days, many employers who tried to hire assassins through Wanjinlou discovered that this time-honored assassin organization suddenly disappeared without a trace and could no longer be contacted.
The forty-nine Wanjin Tower branches in the entire Daqian Empire were uprooted and wiped out one by one.
Perhaps Lao Luo never imagined that the entire organization would be destroyed just because he stabbed Li Xuefei in front of Feng that day.
…
"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the bird is saying..."
Zhong Wen wandered out of the vegetable market, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, carrying a cloth bag in each hand, humming a tune that no one in the world knew, and wandering leisurely through the streets and alleys.
At this time, he was in a happy mood and his face was full of spring, unlike the decadent look he had been in the previous two days.
It turned out that after going through an embarrassing period, several confidantes finally accepted the fact that Ye Qinglian was pregnant. Although they could not be said to be completely relieved, they gradually returned to normal.
The first person to break the ice was Leng Wushuang, who had always been obedient, gentle and considerate to him.
The assassin girl started to attack, and the swordsman girl Zheng Yueting quickly gave in. Perhaps the lovesickness had been suppressed for too long, but once it broke out, it was far more passionate than before.
Recalling the passionate and exciting relationship between a man and two women last night, Zhong Wen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. The delicious taste of ecstasy made him want to stop and almost couldn't get out of bed in the morning.
Only Shangguan Junyi still seemed a little embarrassed during the conversation. However, the attitude of this beautiful sister has softened a lot compared to the previous few days, and she has joined the "battle group" at night, probably within the next two days.
"Let me go, this is... little brother's what... Heavenly Sword Alliance?"
Just as he was intoxicated in his wonderful reverie, a magnificent building with carved railings and jade columns suddenly came into view, instantly pulling him back to reality.
This building is located where the "Golden Sword Gate" once stood and later the "Tiandao Alliance" was located.
When Zheng Qiyuan founded the "Tiandao Alliance", he renovated the house. At that time, Zhong Wen almost thought that he had taken the wrong path.
However, the mansion at that time was undoubtedly dwarfed by the magnificent building that stands in front of us today, and its safety was not at the same level.
The building in front of us can no longer be regarded as a house, it can almost be called a palace.
If he hadn't caught a glimpse of Zheng Gongming with a red face and a smile at the door from the corner of his eye, Zhong Wen would have almost thought that he was in the wrong city.
Why is this little Zheng so rich? Could it be that he dug a spiritual crystal mine?
"Old Master Zheng really raised a good son!"
"Isn't that right? Leader Xiao Zheng has a dignified appearance and extraordinary bearing. I have already guessed that he is definitely not a thing in the pool. Doesn't this come true?"
"Really? I remember you said that the little Zheng family leader has a fat head and a powdery face, and has thin arms and legs. He is a good-for-nothing at first glance and cannot stand on the wall. Why are you saying that now?"
"Hush! Silence! If you say this near the 'Tiandao Alliance', are you willing to die?"
"What are you afraid of? They are so far away and they can't hear you."
"You are an outsider now. I heard my grandpa's distant cousin's third uncle's son say that when a cultivator reaches a certain level, all of them are clairvoyant and have good ears. Not to mention in Fufeng City, even if you hide in Qingfeng
On the mountain, maybe even Leader Xiao Zheng will hear about it!"
"so smart?"
"Isn't that right? Alliance leader Xiao Zheng is able to create such a huge foundation, and his cultivation is natural. When the time comes, the three thousand swordsmen under the Heavenly Sword Alliance will take turns to fight. Even if everyone spits, they will drown you."
"Then what should I do? I'd better run away quickly and hide at my uncle's house in Cangyun City for a while..."
Three thousand swordsmen?
In just a few days, the "Tiandao Alliance" has grown to such a scale?
Hearing the conversation between two passers-by, and looking at the glazed tiles, white jade steps, and heavy door panels shining with bright red light not far away, Zhong Wen felt a surge of fear in his heart, as if he saw the person named "Protagonist" behind Zheng Qiyuan.
’s dazzling aura.
Do you want to go over and say hello to Lao Zheng?
He hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head, tiptoed back, and chose to take a detour.
After all, the two of them used to be affectionate with each other. When he thought about the intense "discussion" with his daughter in bed last night, Zhong Wen's face immediately became hot. He felt that it was difficult to face his "old brother". He didn't know it for a moment.
How to address each other.
As soon as he stepped out of the east gate of Fufeng City, Zhong Wen took out the spirit pattern pen from his ring and threw it into the air.
The man of white light consciously reached out his hand, held the spirit pattern pen, shook his head helplessly, and then began to write and draw on him, getting busy.
After doing this hard work for a long time, "Zhong Wen No. 2" has become slightly used to it. If he doesn't paint for a day, he feels a little uncomfortable.
The power of habit is so terrifying!
Zhong Wen's body was moving quickly, and the wind was blowing at his feet. It took an hour's drive for ordinary people to arrive at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain in a matter of seconds.
He touched the ground with both feet and rose into the air. Just as he was about to spread his body and fly to the top of the mountain, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a graceful white figure below.
"Ning'er?"
Zhong Wen blurted out, his body sank, and he slowly landed next to the girl in white.
"Zhong Wen." Yin Ning'er heard the voice and looked back, with a forced smile on her beautiful face.
"Go back to the mountain?" Even though he deliberately hid it, Zhong Wen could still clearly identify the lingering sadness in the girl's eyes.
"Yes." Yin Ning'er responded softly, then stopped talking and just continued to climb up.
"I heard from Senior Gongyang that you are about to cultivate an 800,000-year-old snow lotus?" Zhong Wen knew that she was in a low mood, so he deliberately picked up some topics about elixirs to try to arouse the other party's interest.
"Well, it's almost over." Yin Ning'er still cherished words like gold and refused to say more.
Ning'er's psychological trauma is so severe!
Zhong Wen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In the past, although the girl in white seemed aloof, when the topic of elixirs and alchemy came up, she would seem to be a different person, her eyes would shine, she would talk endlessly, and she would not be able to stop at all.
At this moment, even the topic of elixir cultivation could not arouse her interest. This shows that the demise of the "Medicine Tower" created an insurmountable chasm in the young girl's heart.
"I've heard about the medicine tower." Zhong Wen hesitated for a moment and finally said bluntly.
Yin Ning'er's delicate body trembled, she suddenly stopped and stared at him, her eyes already a little red.
"The ones who attacked the 'Medicine Tower' back then were probably the 'Dark Temple'." Zhong Wen said to himself, "Did you know that there are two more saints in the Dark Temple today, one sect and three saints. There is no doubt that today's cultivation
The strongest force in the world.”
Yin Ning'er was stunned and didn't understand why Zhong Wen said this to her.
"The murderer attacked the Holy Land of Alchemy twice and swept away a large amount of elixirs. Some time ago, he joined forces with the Xiao family to try to control the elixir business of the Daqian Empire." Zhong Wen gently stroked his chin, "In addition, this sudden
For the two extra saints, Sister Nangong speculates that the 'Dark Temple' may have mastered the method of forcibly cultivating saints through a large amount of elixirs."
Yin Ning'er's expression gradually became serious.
"Ning'er, do you want to take revenge?" Zhong Wen suddenly changed the subject.
"I..." Yin Ning'er didn't expect him to ask this question. She was caught off guard and hesitated, "The 'Dark Temple' is so powerful and I am so weak, how can I..."
"Since they can create saints, why can't we?" Zhong Wen said with a smile, "When it comes to cultivating elixirs, the people from the 'Dark Temple' are not even qualified to carry your shoes."
"But..." Yin Ning'er looked hesitant, but her eyes shone with a strange light, and she seemed to be slightly moved.
"I will find a way to get this secret method from the 'Dark Temple'." Zhong Wen patted the girl on the shoulder and said confidently, "As for the elixir, I will leave it to you. Then we will work together to deal with him.
Fifteen or six saints have come out, so why worry about not letting the murderer pay with his blood?"
Listening to his tone, it seemed that seizing the secret method from the hands of the three great saints was as easy as picking something out of a bag.
"Okay!" Yin Ning'er's eyes looked at Zhong Wen with sparkling, rippling eyes. They were actually gentler than ever before, without the slightest hint of suspicion.
Her cherry lips were slightly raised, and she showed a slight smile for the first time in many days.
The two stepped lightly on the stone steps and walked slowly side by side. No one spoke anymore. The shadows behind them dragged very long under the sunlight, very long...
…
"Black Lotus?"
In the majestic main hall of the Tiandao Alliance, Zheng Qiyuan looked at the invitation in his hand with a confused look on his face, "What kind of sect is this?"
"The leader of our religion wants to hold a banquet in Nantian City to entertain the heroes of southern Xinjiang. He has long admired the reputation of Alliance Leader Zheng, and has specially ordered me to come and invite him." The person who spoke was a burly masked man in black. "I will also look forward to seeing Zheng at that time."
The leader of the alliance will not hesitate to honor you."
Zheng Qiyuan and Han Li next to him looked at each other, with hesitation on their faces.?
This chapter has been completed!