Chapter 133: Bricks in one hand and peaches in the other
Lu Tianyang sat outside the Crystal Palace and waited quietly. After much thought, he still did not dare to take the initiative to cause trouble and decided to let nature take its course.
If Feng Jinghong can come out unharmed, it means that he has the means to fight against the Demon Saint, and it is wise for him to choose to watch.
It would be better if Feng Jinghong folded inside. Anyway, he had already reminded him that he had to break into the formation, and no one could blame him.
Moreover, he has already seen that the people in the Earth Heavenly Court are all new recruits, and except for the god general named Hua Yunfei, the others do not have much loyalty.
As long as the central figure Feng Jinghong dies, the Heavenly Palace will be in chaos. With his cultivation as a great king, he has a good chance of gaining control of the Heavenly Palace.
When the heavenly palace is in hand, even if the heavenly masters from outside the territory come to cause trouble, I will be able to deal with it.
Seeing Feng Jinghong being sucked into the whirlpool, Lu Tianyang felt happy, but he was not impulsive.
The lessons for the kings of Olympus are at hand, so you must be cautious.
Not long after, "哐哐哐!"
Sounds like iron were being struck from the center of the Demon Sealed Land, and the entire Crystal Palace was shaking.
Lu Tianyang suddenly stood up and looked inside in confusion, but he couldn't see through the barrier of the formation, so he could only continue to wait.
In the Five-Colored Stone Mountain, Feng Jinghong rounded her arms, holding a diamond in her hand, and kept knocking on Wuzhiqi's forehead one after another. Sparks flew everywhere and the sound was like thunder.
Wuzhi Qi gritted his teeth, his face full of provocation: "Hard, hard, boy, you don't even have the strength to hit someone, you still want to accept me as your little brother?"
Feng Jinghong turned a deaf ear. His main purpose was to test how far his current attack power could reach, and to vent his annoyance over the long-term failure to achieve success.
If he really just wanted to smash this monkey to death, what he took out would not be King Kong Taku.
After smashing for three full hours, he finally let out a sigh of satisfaction and stopped.
Wuzhiqi looked disdainful: "Continue, don't stop. Have you not eaten? Is this not possible?"
The accumulated depression in her heart was vented, and Feng Jinghong felt much better. She smiled and said, "You're right, I really haven't eaten."
Wuzhiqi was stunned.
Then he saw Feng Jinghong calmly take out a chair and sit down on it.
Then he casually took out a bright red and tender peach and took a beautiful bite.
The water splashed everywhere, and the rich aroma filled the air, filling the entire space.
"Gudu!"
Wuzhiqi swallowed in frustration, his face turned red when he realized what he was doing, and he turned his head to hold back his gaze.
This kid is not a human being. Don’t you know how tempting a peach is to a monkey that hasn’t eaten for thousands of years?
Feng Jinghong took a panoramic view of his performance and felt funny in her heart: A monkey is a monkey, no matter how old he is or how high his cultivation level is, he can't change his desire for peaches.
What's more, this is not an ordinary peach, but a spiritual peach cultivated by the people of Yaochi using the peach core of the immortal medicine of flat peach. Although it is not the holy fruit produced by the only demigod tree, it is only a defective product from three generations away, but it is
It's considered a top-notch spiritual fruit.
Seeing that Wuzhiqi was still holding back, Feng Jinghong felt funny in her heart. She patted Longma, who was drooling at the side, and said:
"Okay, look how greedy you are. Considering that you have been quite diligent recently, I will reward you with one!" After that, he took out another peach and threw it to Ryoma.
The dragon horse was overjoyed, bit it in one bite, and started chewing it. Suddenly the aroma in the air became more intense.
Seeing Feng Jinghong feeding peaches to the horses, Wuzhiqi finally couldn't help it anymore and shouted with red eyes: "Boy, how can you feed such a good peach to an animal? You will be punished by God!"
Before Feng Jinghong said anything, Long Ma couldn't help it anymore. After realizing that the monkey had absolutely nothing to do with it now, Long Ma's rogue nature was fully revealed:
"You naked dead monkey, who are you calling an animal? Open your shit-yellow monkey eyes and see clearly. Lord Long, I am the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit raised by nature! Even a hair on my body is more valuable than a wild monkey like you.
Do you understand?"
Wuzhiqi was stunned. He didn't expect that the horse that was scared to death of him just now would dare to scold him like this.
When he reacted, he was so angry that he trembled all over, thinking that he Wu Zhi Qitang, the ancient water lord, had a high level of cultivation and a profound background. He was respected by people wherever he went. Even the ancient saints only dared to seal but not
Kill him, has he ever been so insulted?
What does "bare butt" mean? It's just that his clothes have been worn for too long and have rotted, okay?
What else are there called shit yellow eyes? Those damn eyes are blazing and golden, and they are gifted with magical powers!
"You stupid donkey, you're looking for death!" Wu Zhiqi's murderous intent was revealed.
The bone-chilling murderous intent pressed forward, and Longma was frightened.
Feng Jinghong swept the immortal tree in his hand, and the murderous intention disappeared.
With confidence in his heart, Long Ma let himself go completely, and his spittle flew onto Wuzhiqi's face: "Donkey, sister, what are you crazy about, a green-haired wild monkey? Why are you staring so big, you want to eat people?
?
Oh, no, you want to eat peach, right? Unfortunately, there is no more. But if you call me grandpa twice, Lord Long, I can be merciful and pull it out for you."
As he spoke, Ryoma pointed his butt at Wuzhi Qi and twisted it provocatively: "How about it? If you want it, just say it if you are greedy. Don't be polite!"
Wuzhiqi was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared, and his seven orifices were spitting fire. He had never been as angry as he was today.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind:
Kill this damn horse and take out its soul to light a sky lantern!
Outside the Crystal Palace, Lu Tianyang was startled by Wuzhiqi's roar. Hearing the infinite grief, anger and humiliation contained in the voice, he couldn't help but shudder.
How much torture must he endure to make the ancient demon saint scream so fiercely? This emperor is indeed a ruthless person, so he should be more honest.
Wuzhiqi roared for a long time and finally calmed down a little. He said to Feng Jinghong in a cold tone:
"Boy, give this horse to me. I will give it to you with your hands of eternal blue gold. I can swear it with my Taoist heart!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was obvious that Wuzhiqi was really angry. Dao Xin swore that Feng Jinghong believed what he said was true, but still shook his head slowly.
Wuzhiqi didn't understand this time. Did this person really regard a mount as so important?
"Boy, please think clearly. The immortal gold I got is not just a piece of junk. It is definitely enough to be used to cast a Taoist weapon!"
Feng Jinghong said calmly: "Since you have told the truth, I will also tell the truth. You have only two options, surrender or die!"
Wuzhiqi looked impatient: "Are you a fool? I have told you so many times, but with your meager cultivation, even a hair on my head..."
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Wuzhiqi's remaining words were thrown back, and a stream of warm silver liquid flowed down from his forehead, blocking his vision.
Subconsciously, he stuck out his tongue and licked it. The bloody smell made his buzzing mind sober up, and then he felt the pain coming from his skull.
"You!" Wuzhiqi was shocked, he was actually hurt.
His thoughts flashed, and he subconsciously looked at the weapon in Feng Jinghong's hand. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but scream:
"The Emperor's Immortal Cauldron! Why is it in your hands?"
This thing is extremely damaged, with only one third of it missing. If they hadn't known about it earlier, most people wouldn't even be able to tell that it was a cauldron.
But Wuzhiqi recognized him at a glance. It seemed that his background was not small.
Thoughts were flying in her heart, but her face remained calm. Feng Jinghong held the Immortal Cauldron in her right hand and a peach in her left hand:
"This is your last chance. Surrender to me and you will eat the peach. If you resist to the end, I will eat the monkey brain. It's your choice!"