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Chapter 278: Attack and Kill

Chapter 278 Attack and Kill

Lei Zun Yingyuan was very troubled.

The fighting power of the Holy Spirit Tribe was stronger than he expected, and even with one against two, he couldn't get any advantage.

And the most important thing is, this way I won’t be able to catch that evil boy!

During this period of time, he has been consciously moving the battlefield, hoping to seize the opportunity to take action against him.

But that kid was too slippery and always stayed far away from the meeting point of the Great Sage. Several months had passed and he never even saw the other person's face again.

The subordinates sent to assassinate him were in high spirits when they left, but they were either dead or disabled when they came back.

This can't go on like this. I hope the higher ups can send more reinforcements down...

Lei Zun Yingyuan came to the ancient road of the Winged Clan for a year, but he did not wait for reinforcements or more accurate information. Instead, he waited for an order to retreat.

"What's going on? We are not in decline, why should we retreat?" Ying Yuan asked.

"Your Majesty, the underworld has suddenly attacked the headquarters of the organization. Most of our combat forces are outside, and we can hardly withstand it!" the herald hurriedly replied.

"Underworld?!" Ying Yuan's pupils shrank: "Why are these corpses so crazy? We shouldn't have had any conflicts with them in the past thousand years."

Ying Yuan paced irritably: "Are we just going back like this..."

Logically speaking, this is an order from the organization, so it doesn't matter if he retreats.

But whenever he thought of Feng Jinghong's face, he felt uneasy. He always felt that if he just left like this, he would regret it in the future!

Lightning flashed in his silver pupils, and Ying Yuan finally made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "Organize the army and retreat!"

The victory came so suddenly that several great saints were a little confused when the news of the retreat of the divine organization came.

It wasn't until he confirmed again and again that this was not a trap that the atmosphere of joy gradually spread.

"Are we going to take advantage of the victory and pursue it?" asked a great sage from the Winged Clan.

"Don't be reckless!" the old patriarch stopped him:

"Although I don't know why they retreated, it is definitely not our fault. The opponent's troops were not damaged, and we can't get away with pursuing them rashly!"

The old patriarch's thoughts were also those of most ethnic groups, and the divine organization quietly withdrew under the watchful eyes of all ethnic groups.

This war lasted for more than two years and affected more than ten ancient roads. All ethnic groups suffered heavy casualties. A short period of mourning was followed by carnival and celebration.

Feng Jinghong performed extremely well during this period, and countless "gods" died under his sword.

His reputation resounded throughout the two ancient roads, and he became a favorite in the eyes of all major ethnic groups. Countless monks came to visit him every day.

On this day, Feng Jinghong received an invitation from the Celestial Clan to go to a banquet. After he had had a good time and had a good meal, he came back and was suddenly robbed.

Chaos is everywhere, murderous intent is pervasive, and the emperor's power is overwhelming for nine days. Someone actually laid out the emperor's killing array to wait for him on his way back!

"I knew you were still evil!" Feng Jinghong was in the imperial formation but didn't panic at all. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Ying Yuan who walked out of the void.

Ying Yuan said coldly: "I always have a feeling that if you don't die, you will be in serious trouble! I was careless last time, and you won't have another chance to escape today!"

Boom! The wind and thunder shook violently, and Fang Tian drew his halberd and struck down with force.

What's even more deadly is that the surrounding Emperor's formations also shoot out streaks of chaotic light, strangled together.

Lei Zun is indeed ruthless, and he will kill every time he strikes!

The gorgeous five-color fairy light lit up, dispelling the wind and thunder, smoothing the chaos, and the aura of the most powerful and holy imperial way filled the world.

"You are indeed related to the immortal old ghost!" Ying Yuan's eyes surged with murderous intent, and lightning surged!

Feng Jinghong's face was indifferent: "It's okay to tell you now. I am the son of the emperor, what can you do?"

"What? Do you think that I can't do anything to you if there is an imperial weapon nearby?"

Lei Zun's tone was filled with anger. He couldn't bear to be looked down upon by a saint, especially when this person was the heir of the Immortal Emperor!

Boom! Green light fills the field, imperial power surges into the sky, and a broken artifact appears in Ying Yuan's hand.

Feng Jinghong's pupils shrank: "The Immortal Cauldron! This thing is actually in your hands?"

Ying Yuan's voice was cold: "The task of collecting the fragments of the Immortal Cauldron is originally undertaken by me, so it is naturally in my hands.

Originally we wanted to keep it as a surprise for the Immortal Emperor or the Hades Emperor on the road to immortality, but we didn't expect to meet the Immortal Emperor's heir in advance.

If this is the case, let it appear as soon as possible!"

After hearing Ying Yuan's words, Feng Jinghong suddenly realized that he had indeed fallen into a misunderstanding.

He had always felt that something as important as the Immortal Cauldron would be kept by a quasi-emperor master like the Old God or the White-haired Sword God, but he had forgotten that such masters were usually sealed in the divine source.

While they are sleeping, the work of collecting the fragments will naturally be completed by others, so it makes sense for a great sage to control the Immortal Cauldron.

The green light surged, and with the imperial formation suppressing it, Feng Jinghong instantly felt the heavy pressure.

The combination of the Imperial Formation, the Imperial Armament and a Great Sage was terrifying. Even if he mastered the two Imperial Armaments of the Human Skin and the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar at the same time, he could not withstand it and fell into an instant disadvantage. This made Feng Jinghong once again challenge his cultivation.

The improvement aroused eager desire.

"Although I accidentally lost a saint in this battle, as long as I can kill you, everything is worth it!" Ying Yuan's cold face showed some fanaticism.

The highest goal of the divine organization is to seek revenge on those who attacked and killed Emperor Zun. The Immortal Emperor is undoubtedly the one with the highest hatred among them. Today, he is about to complete the first step of his great cause. How can he not be excited!

"You think too highly of yourself!" Although Feng Jinghong was at a disadvantage, his expression remained as indifferent as water.

Whoosh!

He shook his hands and threw the eight-pole formation flag, and the Ancient Emperor's formation pattern on it instantly burned and disintegrated, erupting with terrifying energy.

This is a one-time forbidden weapon, but it is really powerful and can carve out a way out of the opponent's imperial formation.

Feng Jing Hong Huang spread his wings and slipped out along the way out, followed closely by Ying Yuan: "You can't escape!"

Feng Jinghong repeated his old trick, and in a flash, three more clones appeared and fled in four directions.

But this time the trick didn't work. When Lei Zun held the Immortal Cauldron, the entire galaxy lit up with the fairy light.

The three clones were evaporated instantly, and only the main body survived under the protection of the undead skin.

After learning Feng Jinghong's true identity, Ying Yuan went a little crazy. The Great Sage's mana burned brightly, and his speed was much faster than before.

In just a dozen breaths, he stopped Feng Jinghong: "I said, you can't leave!"

"Leave?" Feng Jinghong tossed the magic jar calmly: "Who told you I was leaving?"

"Huh?" Looking at Feng Jinghong's scornful smile, Ying Yuan felt an unpleasant feeling well up in his heart for no reason.

But his first reaction was not to run away, nor to retreat into the imperial formation not far behind him, but to desperately urge the Chengxian Cauldron to smash down on Feng Jinghong, which shows how deep his murderous intention was.


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