The halo was shattered, the white feathers were scorched black, the holy angel could not withstand the power of heaven and earth, and withered powerlessly.
In a daze of consciousness, Tian Yu seemed to see the figure of the god coming. Mang Mang Lei couldn't get close, so he walked up to him like a leisurely stroll, then squatted down and fed something into his mouth.
"Well, it tastes so bad..."
"Bah bang bang!" Feng Jinghong patted the face of the Winged Clan woman in front of her: "Get up before you die, the catastrophe is not over yet!"
"Huh?!" Tian Yu woke up in shock. It was not a hallucination!
The fragments of the elixir were digested, and the ferocious power of the medicine instantly surged through the limbs and bones. The injured body was repaired, and strength was gushing out.
Tian Yu felt like he was alive again, and stared at the man in front of him, who was even more handsome than himself, with wide eyes.
"Who are you……"
"We'll go through the tribulation first, and then we'll talk about it after it's over." Feng Jinghong withdrew from the range of the tribulation.
Tianyu took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then took the initiative to rush towards the vast sea of thunder.
Currently, among the elixirs in Feng Jinghong's hands, the most precious ones are the four fragments of the nine-turn elixir, which were obtained from the Ziwei Bajing Palace.
The second is the fragment of the immortal elixir bred in the body of the third generation Yuan Tianshi in the Beidou Qinling Dragon Cave. Its effect is slightly weaker than the previous one, but it is also a rare miracle medicine. This is what he just fed to Tianyu.
The fragments of the Nine Transformations Elixir are useful to the Emperor's Capital. It is not known whether the fragments of the Immortality Elixir can reach that point, but it is more than enough to save a saint.
Nourished by the fragments of the elixir, Tianyu not only successfully survived the catastrophe and became the Saint King, but even the foundation damaged by forcibly breaking through the barrier was repaired.
The pure white holy light surged, and the seven pairs of wings behind her gradually turned into light, and when they stabilized again, they had grown into eight pairs.
Among the ancient tribes in Beidou, there is also the Winged Tribe, so Feng Jinghong knows something about them.
The strength of this clan is closely related to the number of pairs of wings. Six pairs are kings, seven pairs are saints, eight pairs are saint kings, and nine pairs are great saints...
By analogy, the Winged Clan with twelve pairs of wings is the pinnacle of quasi-emperors, and they only need to wait for the final leap to prove themselves and become emperors!
Spreading his wings lightly, Tianyu slowly landed in front of Feng Jinghong: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving my life. May I ask your name?"
"Feng Jinghong!"
"Fellow Taoist are reinforcements coming from other ancient routes?"
"good!"
"Great!" Tian Yu was delighted: "What about the others?"
"No, it's just me.
"Ah..." Tianyu was dumbfounded.
"I am the reinforcements, and the reinforcements are me!" Feng Jinghong looked proud.
Looking at the dumbfounded angel girl, Feng Jinghong suddenly laughed and said: "I'm just kidding, the army is behind, I'm just the vanguard."
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Relatively speaking, the strength of the divine organization on the Winged Clan's side is not too strong, with only two great saints.
But just these two people defeated the three great sages of the Winged Clan, and the old patriarch almost died.
Speaking of this, Tian Yu was a little embarrassed. He was beaten to the ground three times against two, which was a bit embarrassing.
In fact, she thought too much, and Feng Jinghong did not underestimate the Winged Clan because of this.
As a mortal enemy, he knows the power of God’s organization better than anyone else!
Every member of the god is a carefully selected strong person, and the main god is a unique master. After all, not just any cat or dog can fight against the Holy Spirit of the same realm!
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
In order for the Winged Clan to hold back the divine organization, Feng Jinghong heartbrokenly contributed the second fragment of the immortal elixir, resurrecting the dying old patriarch with full health.
A month later, the Holy Spirit tribe's army arrived, and the two tribes' coalition forces once again started a fierce battle with the divine organization, but they still failed to gain the upper hand.
Although there are two more Holy Spirit Saints on our side, the other side also has strong men like Lei Zun Yingyuan coming to help.
It has to be said that Ying Yuan is really very strong. He can stand up to two Holy Spirits by himself, and at the same time, he has the mind to find out the whereabouts of Feng Jinghong.
Feng Jinghong felt heavy. He knew that he had been completely targeted by the divine organization, but he didn't know the specific extent of the information they controlled.
On this day, Feng Jinghong was traveling around the battlefield killing divine soldiers and generals when he suddenly saw a figure in a black cloak floating like a ghost across a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Feng Jinghong chased after him without thinking. At this time, at this place, and with this iconic black cloak, who else could it be besides members of the divine organization?
Ding!
The dark sickle blocked the falling fairy sword, and a face without flesh and blood, only bones, was revealed under the cloak:
"We haven't seen each other for several years. Why do fellow Taoists turn swords on each other when they meet?
"It's you!"
Feng Jinghong recognized the other person, but it was the death skeleton that he had seen in the sea of blood.
At the beginning, all the great sages of the underworld were destroyed by Ksitigarbha, but this guy managed to escape. He is also a figure not to be underestimated.
"What are you doing here?" Feng Jinghong put away the fairy sword.
"Where there are corpses, there is hell." Death replied.
Picking up corpses? That's right. The Yin soldiers of the underworld are basically born to do this.
"Aren't you afraid of being caught by the divine organization? As far as I know, their attitude towards the underworld is not friendly!" Feng Jinghong teased.
After all, those who stabbed the emperor in the back were also from the underworld. Although it was only the Prison Suppressing Emperor, the divine organization did not care about this. As long as they were from the underworld, they would be killed!
The God of Death chuckled: "Your Highness is not afraid, so what do I have to be afraid of?"
Feng Jinghong narrowed her eyes: "Do you know my identity?"
"There is no place in the nine heavens and ten earths that the Yin soldiers cannot reach! There is nothing that the underworld needs to know that cannot be found." The calm words of the God of Death contained huge confidence.
Although Feng Jinghong knew that the power of the underworld was indeed very strong, who was he? How could he allow others to show off in front of him?
"Ha! After millions of years have passed, have you found a single hair of the Hades Emperor?"
grim Reaper:......
"If you have nothing else to do, fellow Taoist, I will take my leave now!"
"Wait!" Feng Jinghong stopped him: "Help me bring a message to the people in charge of the underworld. I want to make a deal with you."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soul fire flashed in the eyes of the God of Death: "What deal?"
"Before that, I need to know your identity first." Feng Jinghong said.
You can't talk about such an important thing with a soldier.
"I am the contemporary Yama!" the God of Death said solemnly.
The successor of Yama Palace, that’s enough! Feng Jinghong nodded:
"If I want the underworld to send troops to attack the divine organization, I need at least one palace master to take action!"
The three branches of the Underworld, the Pluto Emperor's branch, the Prison Suppressing branch, and the Yama branch. The palace masters of each branch are strong men from the Quasi-Emperor Nine Heavens. Any one of them can make a drink for the divine organization.
If the three palace masters take action together, the divine organization may have to embark on the road of escape again!
In fact, the strength of the underworld is indeed unmatched by any force in the world.
In the original plot, there was a battle between the five forces of the Divine Organization, Phoenix Nest, Taoist Palace, Underworld, and Heaven. If it weren't for Ye Fan's cheating, the Divine Organization and the Taoist Palace would have had no chance of winning!
What he needs most now is time. The underworld only needs to hold back the divine organization for two hundred years, and his own strength and the forces under his command will grow. When the time comes, he will show everyone what Kai Wushuang means!
"Fellow Taoist should know the strength of these hall masters. What price are you going to pay?" asked the God of Death.
"A corpse, the corpse of the Great Holy Body!" Feng Jinghong said word by word.
He knew that what the monster cultivated by the underworld supreme beings lacked most was the blood of the holy body, and they would definitely not be able to refuse this price!
Sure enough, when the God of Death heard this, his soul fire jumped sharply, and he couldn't suppress the excitement in his emotions: "Fellow Taoist, are you serious about what you said?"
Feng Jinghong nodded seriously: "There are absolutely no lies!"
"Okay, I will return to the underworld to report to the palace master!" With a swipe of the death sickle, he created a crack in space and stepped into it.