But Jian Fengyun remembered clearly that he had no connection with them at all, and he had never met their royal senior officials before!

If you haven't even seen him, why do you say you're offending?

"In order to please those forces, the Xuanming Divine Dynasty has really put a lot of effort into it!" Jian Fengyun murmured with a cold and stern voice.

"Brother Jian, what can I do to save Tianji? Tell me quickly." Gu Jian looked at Jian Fengyun not moving for a long time and couldn't help but say.

Jian Fengyun came back to his senses, stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Where to go?" Gu Jian followed behind him and asked.

"Xuanming City." Jian Fengyun said lightly.

"Why are you going to Xuanming City?" Gu Jian asked again.

"Borrowing the national destiny of the Xuanming Divine Dynasty to prosper Ah Fu." Jian Fengyun said lightly.

The words were short, but they made the hearts of Jue Xiaoyan and Gao Mingyue in the rear feel very shocked.

What did they hear?

Jian Fengyun wanted to use the national fortune of the Xuanming Divine Dynasty to prosper a person's life, which was simply impossible.

As the name suggests, national fortune is the fortune of a country. Once a country moves, the country is weak at the least, and the country is destroyed at the worst. Ancient dynasties such as the Xuanming Divine Dynasty definitely regard national fortune as more important than anything else.

In this way, Jian Fengyun could only force Yun Tianji to use the national fortune of the Xuanming Divine Dynasty to prosper Yun Tianji. However, the Xuanming Divine Dynasty is one of the three major divine dynasties in the Wanyu. Although it is not extremely strong, its ability to stand still to this day is enough to show its strength.

Even Gao Mingyue knew that the Xuanming Divine Dynasty was extraordinary.

Outside the Fengyun Sect, 30,000 people were already surrounded.

The sun was coming out of the sky, but it was still raining. The rain was very strange but no one had any ideas.

These 30,000 warriors, wearing the military uniforms of the Xuanming Divine Dynasty, were magnificent. Even if they stood in the rain, they were still motionless, and their bodies were full of murderous aura. They were obviously powerful soldiers who had experienced many battles.

"Hmph, Han Xian'er, now you are the only one in the Emperor's realm of Fengyun Sect. I advise you to surrender and hand over the Xuanyuan Ling Peak. Otherwise, when Yun Tianji dies tomorrow, you will die without a place to bury!"

The head of the army, a young man in a golden robe spoke with a golden crown on his head, and had a sense of wealth. His face was filled with disdain and mockery, and he looked coldly at Han Xian'er ahead.

"I advise you to retreat, otherwise when our sect leader comes back, you won't even know how to die!" Han Xian'er's eyes were cold, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and she said.

She could not fight the enemy alone for these troops in front of her, and could only compete with her for quarrels.

"Haha, Sect Master?" The young man in golden robe laughed and said, "Your Sect Master is trapped in the ruins of gods by major forces. He has not even appeared when your Fengyun Sect is about to be destroyed. Do you think he will appear now?"

"That's not sure!" Han Xian'er's pretty face was slightly cold and she said coldly.

All she can do now is to try her best to deal with the time.

"Can't you tell me?" said the young man in the golden robe disdain: "What can I do if Jian Fengyun comes? This prince brought 30,000 Xuanming Army, 100 saints, and three emperors. What am I afraid of him?"

"What the third prince said!"

A red-robed emperor walked out next to the young man in golden robe, nodded at him, and said with a little flattering saying, "With the majesty of the third prince, the sword Fengyun is useless when it comes."

Among the two people who spoke, the young man in the golden robe was named Xuanlong, who was the third prince of the Xuanming Divine Dynasty, and the emperor in the red robe was named Xuange, who was a close relative of the royal family and the commander of the 30,000 army.

This time, these two people were ordered to come to Fengyun Sect to clean up the mess. On the one hand, they were to please the major forces such as the God Pavilion, and on the other hand, they were to take the opportunity to pick up the bargains and see if Jian Fengyun had any treasures or inheritances and stayed in Fengyun Sect.

"I hope you will still dare to say this when you see my boss one day!" Wang Chuyuan's face turned angry and roared.

"Why don't you dare to say it? I'm telling you here now that your sect leader Jian Fengyun is just a waste. Even your Fengyun Sect is a waste. I'll say, how can you do to me if you are disabled?"

Xuanlong spoke and looked at Wang Chuyuan disdainfully, with a rebellious and arrogant look on his face, deliberately expanding his voice to the maximum.

"You..." Wang Chuyuan's eyes widened with anger.

Since the battle six days ago, one of Wang Chuyuan's arm was cut off. If it was an ordinary broken arm, Tianhai would be enough to support him. However, Wang Chuyuan's wound contained the sword energy of the Divine Pavilion. If it could not be removed, it would be impossible to re-replace the broken arm, so he can only show himself with one arm.

"You, you, I'll just tell you this. Jian Fengyun is alone. Without Yun Tianji as the support of the trump card, I, Xuanlong, are not afraid of him at all. No matter how arrogant he is, he cannot exceed the level of the Emperor's realm. With the unity of my 30,000 troops, I can kill him on the spot." Xuanlong snorted coldly.

"That's right!"

Xuan Ge nodded and said with a flattering face: "The Third Prince is right. I can capture him for the Third Prince alone. Why do I need a 30,000 army? If the Three Kings army is dispatched and killing him a Jian Fengyun is as simple as killing an ant, you can chop him into meat sauce alive."

When Xuan Long heard this, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, that's right, even if he is back, I'll tell him that he has no return!"

"Swish!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crack was suddenly torn apart in the void about dozens of meters before the Fengyun Sect.

From the crack, a figure in white clothes slowly walked out. It looked pretty, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and a white clothes that were moving without the wind, making a sound.

Following closely behind were three women, an old man and a one-armed middle-aged man.

"Um?"

Xuan Long and others suddenly looked up and stared at each other. When they saw the figure in white, their faces changed.

They didn't know who the person in front of them was, but they could tear the void and come across the sky, at least they were powerful people in the Emperor Realm.

"It should be a foreign aid invited by Fengyun Sect."

Xuanlong said in his heart, then glanced at him and said, "Who is your lord? I advise you not to interfere in Fengyun Sect's affairs."

Beside Xuanlong, Xuan Ge instantly condensed his eyes, and a battle knife appeared in his hand at some point, with evil spirits rolling, as if he was ready to take action at any time.

"Don't you know me?"

The man in white spoke with a calm expression.

Xuan Long's eyes sank and said, "Does this prince need to know you?"

“I think it’s a little necessary.”

The corners of the man in white curled up slightly, and a smile filled the amplitude, which became larger and larger.

"I am the waste you have in your mouth... Jian Fengyun!"

"What!"

The moment he heard this, Xuan Long trembled all over and suddenly raised his head. An indescribable coldness rose all over his body.
Chapter completed!