Before Feng Jinghong could react, a golden light came through the sky like lightning.
"Chi!" A golden claw kept enlarging in front of his eyes, like it was made of divine gold, indestructible. The space was split, the murderous aura captured Jiuyou, and the aura of the supreme emperor rushed towards his face!
Feng Jinghong was immediately frozen in place, unable to move at all. The sharp murderous intent stabbed him all over, making his body feel like it was about to burst.
At this moment, he truly felt the aura of death. This was a gap in absolute strength, just like a mortal insect and a giant dragon. They couldn't even think of fighting, and could only be killed.
At the critical moment, the undead human skin revived. A five-color divine ring lit up around Feng Jinghong's body, and the power of the emperor showed its power, breaking open the deadly claws and scattering a stream of golden blood in the air.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Feng Jinghong took out a jade bottle and collected the blood without a drop, and then looked at the approaching figure.
This is a burly old man, wearing a golden Taoist robe with black patterns, blond hair and golden eyes, with a breathtaking aura. He is staring coldly at Feng Jinghong, his right palm is trembling slightly, and blood is dripping.
Needless to say, apart from Patriarch Kunpeng, there is no other person with such a high level of cultivation in this place.
Feng Jinghong's face was solemn, and the information was seriously wrong. How could he be a saint? He was clearly a supreme quasi-emperor!
The counterattack of the Emperor's soldiers actually only slightly injured him.
Except for Beidou's Gai Jiuyou, this was the strongest existence he had ever seen in the world. Even with the imperial weapon, he felt a little unsure.
"Senior, I don't have any ill intentions in coming here, but you are a bit cruel!"
Anger rose in Feng Jinghong's heart. A quasi-emperor's attack on a person on the second level of Xiantai was really too much. In other words, the undead human skin had the same origin as his own, so he would automatically revive and protect his body.
If it were anyone else, you would have to kneel down even if you were able to master the Imperial Arms. You wouldn't even have time to use it, and you would be killed in one blow.
At the level of quasi-emperor, unless they are masters of the same level, ordinary people holding imperial weapons will not pose a threat to them at all.
He was really startled just now. The opponent's attack came so suddenly and too fast that he didn't even have time to react.
This is the first time since he was born that he is so close to death. If the other party doesn't give him a satisfactory explanation, he plans to take action directly. So what about the quasi-emperor, even if he can't do anything to you, he can still do it by demolishing your nest.
His strongest trump card is not just a simple imperial weapon. Although it is a waste to throw it at a quasi-emperor, it is not reluctant to part with it if it really drives him to the edge.
"You are not from the Divine Court!" Ancestor Kunpeng looked at him for a long time before he choked out this sentence.
"Shenting?" Feng Jinghong was stunned. Does this old man still have a grudge against the emperor?
"No!" Feng Jinghong shook his head: "I am the son of the Immortal Emperor. If I have to name the force I belong to, it should be the Immortal Dynasty!"
"The Immortal Emperor..." Ancestor Kunpeng was stunned, a little shocked, and a little disappointed. He stared at Feng Jinghong carefully for a while, and then nodded slightly:
"With this kind of physique and bloodline, you must be from the real Phoenix clan..."
Seeing Feng Jinghong's unkind expression, Kunpeng Patriarch said: "I was reckless just now."
Feng Jinghong snorted and didn't say anything else. After all, the other party was a quasi-emperor, and it was impossible for him to apologize to him. Being able to open his mouth to explain was considered a good temper.
"What brings you here?" Kunpeng Patriarch asked.
"We are both members of the Immortal Ancient Clan. We originally came here for a visit, but now it seems that I am too troublesome." Feng Jinghong said coldly, then turned around and left.
He originally had a good impression of Kunpeng, but Kunpeng Ancestor's claws directly wiped out his good impression.
"I remember that Ziwei does not have the inheritance of the emperor..." Kunpeng ancestor suddenly said.
"I came across the star field from Beidou!" Feng Jinghong said as he walked.
"The Burial Emperor Star... wait a minute, little friend!"
Ancestor Kunpeng stepped in front of Feng Jinghong.
"What else do you want to do?" Feng Jinghong took out the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, and the aura of the emperor filled the air. Although he was afraid of the quasi-emperor, he was not completely helpless to deal with it.
"Two Imperial Weapons..." Being threatened by a junior, Kunpeng Ancestor was not angry, but rather excited.
"My dear friend, you are the son of the Emperor, and you come from the mysterious Emperor Burial Star. I wonder if there is any elixir that can extend your life. I am willing to pay a sufficient price in exchange for it." Ancestor Kunpeng looked sincerely.
"Humph, no!" Feng Jinghong refused flatly. He attacked him secretly when they met, and he still had the nerve to ask for medicine? He suddenly looked down upon the old Kunpeng.
Ancestor Kunpeng obviously saw Feng Jinghong's attitude and sighed: "I was indeed reckless before. Please don't blame me. I am willing to apologize to you."
After saying that, he shot out a golden light with a snap of his fingers and penetrated into Feng Jinghong's forehead. This was not an attack, so Feng Jinghong did not resist.
"This is the "Tao Jing", as well as parts of the Ancient Demon Emperor's Sutra and the Sun Sutra..." Feng Jinghong frowned. These things given by the other party were very precious and he could not refuse.
But at the same time, he also had some doubts. As a dignified quasi-emperor, the other party should have his character and arrogance. But now, for the sake of something that he may not have, his posture is a bit low. This is not the behavior of a strong man.
"Are you short of longevity?"
Hearing Feng Jinghong's question, Kunpeng sighed and removed some cover.
The breathtaking aura faded away in an instant.
"What's going on?" Feng Jinghong was stunned.
I saw that Kunpeng Ancestor, who was originally relatively strong, turned into a skinny old man in an instant. His long golden hair also lost its luster and became gray and dull. Even his Quasi-Emperor Qi was a little unstable, rising and falling.
"My little friend, please follow me!" Ancestor Kunpeng walked into the stone hall.
Feng Jinghong thought for a while and followed in. The other party's condition was not generally bad. If he was seriously injured and there were powerful enemies around him, it would not be incomprehensible for the intruder to act recklessly.
The stone hall was empty except for a blood pool in the center. The pool was filled with blood of various colors, but mainly golden. Feng Jinghong had just collected some. She was extremely familiar with this kind of Qi machine.
It is the blood of Kunpeng ancestor himself.
All the blood has been refined into qi, leaving only the pure essence of life. In addition to the blood, there is also spiritual energy gathered from the entire small world, all of which are used to nourish a golden and black divine egg.
The rays of the divine egg are bright, the yin and yang energies are surging, and the atmosphere is extraordinary. However, Feng Jinghong is keenly aware that its vitality is somewhat dim.
"This is..." Feng Jinghong looked at Ancestor Kunpeng.
"This is my child!" Ancestor Kunpeng sighed. The old quasi-emperor looked at the divine egg with complex eyes, including fatherly love, expectation, but also regret and pain.
"I have lived thousands of years in vain, so it is okay to die here. But my child has not been born yet, and I don't want him to pass away like this. He has not even seen this world..." Old Kunpeng's voice was full of sadness.
Next, Patriarch Kunpeng told Feng Jinghong his story...