As soon as Feng Ziyue was involved in the flying dust of the Nine Netherworlds, he immediately sensed various filthy and dark attacks in it. This kind of charm attack also originated from the soul. Feng Ziyue practiced the Sun and Moon Tide Technique, and naturally
It can be sensed clearly.
He smiled coldly, stretched his arms, and immediately broke away from the soft embrace.
I heard a woman chuckle, "It turns out to be a baby! No wonder he can hold it so well, but now that it has entered my Nine Nether Flying Dust, how can it escape from my grasp!"
The Nine Netherworld turned into flying dust, changing in all directions, and actually enveloped Fengziyue!
Xiaodie's expression changed, and she was about to come to the rescue, but she heard Feng Ziyue let out a long laugh, "You dare to plot against me with such a trick?"
"Break it for me!"
Following Feng Ziyue's shouts, the whirlpool-like dust in the sky suddenly separated and flew in all directions.
The woman who spoke just now screamed, and saw a white shadow peeling off from the flying dust, and was rushed by the light of Feng Ziyue's soul. She could not stand, stumbled and flew backwards, crashing into the wall!
The figures scattered, and after a long time, they slowly gathered together again.
Feng Ziyue stretched out his hand and gathered the dust flying in the sky into one place. In fact, it was only a fist-sized ball. He snorted coldly, pinched the ball of Nine Netherworld soil, and wanted to put it into the jade bottle.
Put it on.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
The woman who fell limply to the ground was horrified and kowtowed hurriedly.
"I don't know that the master's martial arts is so profound. This little girl is offended. Please spare the life of my mistress, Xuan Miao. It's better to put this Nine Netherworld into a blood coffin for ten thousand years!"
"Otherwise, this Nine Netherworld Earth will gradually lose its spirituality, and I'm afraid it won't be suitable for the young master's use!"
She had just hid in the Nine Netherworld and wanted to secretly attack Feng Ziyue and subdue him. Unexpectedly, Feng Ziyue's soul was tenacious and his martial arts was profound. He just drank and blasted her out of her hiding place.
The mysterious third lady is inseparable from the Nine Netherworld Earth for a moment. She was hit by Feng Ziyue just now and suffered seven injuries. If she is cut off from the Nine Netherworld Earth by Feng Ziyue again, she will probably die without a burial place.
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"Xuanmiao Third Lady?"
Feng Ziyue glanced lightly at the figure of the woman kneeling on the ground, and saw that her body was looming, and she was clearly a spirit body. He didn't know whether it was caused by being hit by him just now, or whether it was like this in the first place.
This is similar to the demon Taomu Gong and the three hundred fighting spirits of the Seven Seas Dragon Palace.
"Who are you, parasitic in this Nine Netherworlds, and why do you dare to sneak attack on me?"
Although his tone was not serious, it had a certain majesty, and the divine power was as heavy as a mountain. How could Xuanmiao Sanniang bear it? She knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and confessed the past to Feng Ziyue.
It turns out that this mysterious third lady was originally a creature from the Netherworld, and she has been living in a state of confusion for who knows how many years.
Later, by chance, she obtained a book from the Netherworld, and practiced the strange skills in it that sucked people's energy and blood, and charmed people's minds. However, she failed to practice it properly, and became a wandering spirit, attached to the Nine Netherworld Earth.
More than a thousand years ago, she finally used the blood-thorn wood growing on the Nine Netherworld soil as a material to create a blood coffin for ten thousand years. She lived in it, passed through the gap between the two worlds, and reached the human world. She continued to practice the Netherworld Book and wanted to
To restore yourself.
Just after arriving in the human world, this ten thousand-year-old blood coffin was discovered by the ancestors of the Nangong family and brought home.
Xuan Miao Sanniang was naturally very happy to have warrior energy and blood to use, so she reached an agreement with the ancestors of the Nangong family to teach them various martial arts, and asked the people of the Nangong family to continuously supply her with fresh blood and flesh.
Over the past thousand years, Xuan Miao Sanniang's martial arts have become more and more advanced, and the Nangong family has to provide more and more human flesh and blood. However, the strength of the Nangong family has also become more and more powerful. Every year, there are three to five hundred fewer people in his territory.
Young and strong men will not be discovered.
Moreover, the higher the martial arts of Xuanmiao Sanniang, the longer the time for her to be in seclusion for digestion and cultivation. Before Feng Ziyue came here, Xuanmiao Sanniang had been in seclusion for seven or eight years and had never awakened.
She happened to wake up that day and heard Patriarch Nangong and Nangong Tianming discussing about giving up Jiuyou Netherland to Feng Ziyue.
She has been in the blood coffin for ten thousand years. She only saw the virtues of those in the Nangong family, and developed a arrogant and vicious temperament, so she took the initiative to deal with Feng Ziyue.
Unexpectedly, Feng Ziyue's martial arts was far beyond her imagination. With just one move, Xuan Miao Sanniang learned all kinds of charming tricks from the Netherworld Book, but they were completely ineffective. She was forced by Feng Ziyue's soul power.
Everything was shattered, and her own soul was seriously injured, and was ripped out of the Nine Netherworlds.
"What did you say?"
Feng Ziyue's face darkened.
"This evil skill of yours is actually made by sucking people's Qi and blood. So what happened to those people who you sucked Qi and blood?"
The third lady Xuan Miao felt cold in her heart, but she did not dare to lie, "Those people were naturally turned into rotten corpses after being absorbed by my Netherworld Heavenly Book - they really couldn't live anymore! In order to seek efficacy, all their bones were thrown into the Nangong Palace.
In the Ten Thousand Bones Pit at the Center of the Family..."
Feng Ziyue was furious.
The Nangong family, for its own benefit, has supported this female demon who practices the Netherworld Book for thousands of years, and has harmed many innocent lives.
He snorted coldly, murderous intent already in his heart.
"Is this so-called Netherworld Heavenly Book the martial arts you carved on the ten-thousand-year-old blood coffin?"
"Exactly..." Miss Xuanmiao nodded and admitted.
Feng Ziyue snorted coldly. This dark martial art was actually quite extensive and profound, but her training methods were only opportunistic.
"Is this the same kind of martial arts that you passed on to the Nangong family? Do they also use the same method in their practice?"
His tone became more and more cold. For the people of the Nangong family, just providing people for this woman to absorb is already an unforgivable crime. If he also practices this evil method, then today, they will have to be exterminated.
!
Miss Xuanmiao shuddered and trembled all over. She could feel Feng Ziyue's surging murderous intent, but she couldn't muster the strength to resist. Her heart became more and more frightened, but she still held on to a trace of luck.
"Yes, although the Nangong family also has ancestral martial arts, in order to achieve it quickly, they use the method of my Nether Heaven Book to absorb flesh and blood. However, they are human beings and cannot absorb too much..."
"Asshole!"
Feng Ziyue smacked angrily, and with a crash, the quiet room shook and collapsed. The mysterious third lady, who was also under the attack of his soul, had no time to whimper, and immediately turned into pieces and was absorbed by the Nine Netherworld Earth. Feng Ziyue
Yue Xin threw the ball of Nine Netherworld soil into the jade bottle and stepped out of the room.
Everyone in the Nangong family outside looked pale, especially the Nangong ancestor, who was even more frightened.
He never expected that this mysterious third lady would be so vulnerable. In just one move, she was blown to pieces by Feng Ziyue. It was nothing more than that. She actually had no scruples and revealed the method of cultivating the Nether Heavenly Book.
——Seeking death!
Patriarch Nangong wished he could slap himself twice. How could he know that the mysterious third lady, whom the Nangong family had almost worshiped as a god for thousands of years, was so useless.
"Sword... Lord Sword God, there are different ways to learn martial arts..."
He naturally heard clearly what Xuan Miao Sanniang said in the room, and now he had to bite the bullet and wanted to explain to Feng Ziyue.
But when Feng Ziyue was so angry, how could he listen to his excuses?
"Take me to see your Nangong family and the Ten Thousand Bones Pit!"
Feng Ziyue's voice was cold, and his face was even scarier.
"Our...Nan...Nangong family, where...how can there be such a place?"
Ancestor Nangong still wanted to cover it up, but Feng Ziyue snorted coldly, flew up, and stood in the air, but his eyes swept to every corner of the Nangong family.
"This is it!"
With a flash of his consciousness, he felt that the center of the Nangong family's city-like mansion was where the death energy condensed, but above it, there was a grand hall!
"Nangong Family, Zhenwu Hall!"
"What a great hall for suppressing martial arts. I want to see what's suppressing it down here?"
Feng Ziyue drew his sword out of its sheath and roared angrily. The sword light was flying, but he saw that the entire Zhenwu Hall was lifted up by his sword light, and the huge building was instantly turned into ashes.
Everyone in Nangong's face was ashen, and they didn't even dare to stop him.
The main hall flew away, revealing a bottomless pit on the ground.
Xiaodie looked over and let out a sigh, her face full of horror and fear.
Feng Ziyue's eyes swept over and saw thousands of bones under the sun, reflecting the pale light. Countless skeletons formed the foundation of the Zhenwu Hall.
There are countless skeletons, and I don’t know how many people died to cause such a result.
"There have to be...100,000 people, right?"
Qi Xiaodie's voice was trembling and her face was pale.
Although she had seen killings, she had never seen so many corpses. She only felt nauseated and nauseated in her chest, and her complexion was extremely bad.
Feng Ziyue's face was as cold as ice.
"The Ten Thousand Bones Pit, it is indeed the Ten Thousand Bones Pit - your Nangong family has killed so many people for thousands of years, and yet it can still continue to this day. Is it because God has no eyes?"
There are no less than hundreds of thousands of corpses here, including parents, wives, children, relatives and friends.
They originally had their own lives, but for thousands of years, the people of the Qunangong family had been ripping off their bones and marrow, and they really couldn't even save their lives.
Not only Lady Xuanmiao, but also everyone in the Nangong family uses the flesh and blood of others to improve their martial arts.
Such an ugly family can actually join one of the four major families in the world and enjoy all the glory and wealth.
In the innate secret realm, the Nangong family is considered very powerful.
It has lasted for thousands of years and remains standing!
God has no eyes!
If God had a vision, this kind of family should have been exterminated long ago!
Ancestor Nangong's face gradually darkened.
He knew that he was no match for Feng Ziyue, so he gave in in every possible way and gave him whatever he wanted. At most, he only played some tricks, but he did not dare to openly disobey.
But at this moment, Feng Ziyue had clearly had murderous intentions.
Even the dullest person can see it.
With a casual sword, he overturned the main hall of the Nangong family. If he didn't want to destroy the Nangong family, he would never do it.
Besides, God has no eyes, who does he think he is, a hero doing justice for God?
"Master Feng, yes, I have always respected you as the best sword god in the world. You are always polite when you speak. I will give you whatever you want. I even gave you the heirloom sacred relic of the Nangong family, Xuanhuang Biantu.
——It can be regarded as enduring the humiliation and bearing the burden, right?"
His tone and address also changed suddenly.
"That's how things are in the world, the weak eat the strong, and the strong are respected. These dead people are all servants of my Nangong family. Even if you are the best in the world, you can't interfere with our Nangong family's business!"
"Although we are no match for you, if hundreds of people from the entire Nangong family come together, I'm afraid you, Mr. Feng, may not be able to get a good deal!"
He gritted his teeth and his face was torn.
Now that things have happened, if I don't have a tough attitude, I'm afraid this kid will really treat the Nangong family as a soft persimmon.
No matter how you say it, the Nangong family is a family with a history of thousands of years. How can it fall so easily?
Even if he loses to hundreds of masters, dozens of innates, and himself, a seventh-level innate master, it will not be easy for him to destroy the Nangong family!
"What's more, the girl next to you..."
Ancestor Nangong gritted his teeth, which was considered a threat.
"Mr. Feng, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still not powerful enough. How can you really protect this girl's safety under the siege of our Nangong family?"
As soon as he said this, Qi Xiaodie burst into laughter.
If you threaten others, that's it.
Want to threaten me, Qi Xiaodie?
That’s the wrong person!
Qi Xiaodie practiced the Nine Transformations of the Phantom Butterfly, and her martial arts method was different from that of ordinary people. It was the method of a monster. Therefore, Patriarch Nangong could not clearly see the depth of her cultivation. He saw that she suddenly became very powerful.
A pair of crystal wings protrude from the back, which is majestic and majestic. It actually has the seventh level of innate cultivation!
Patriarch Nangong's face suddenly darkened.
He has secretly called for the masters of the Nangong family to gather here. If Qi Xiaodie is used as a hostage, he may still be able to fight, but now that Qi Xiaodie is so tyrannical, what should he do?
His palms were sweating, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Master Feng, if you really want to be cruel, you should also think about it. There are also people from your Feng family in Wuyang City. As long as one person from my Nangong family escapes, your Feng family will
You can't escape the disaster! Even if you are the best in the world in martial arts, how can you still be at home all the time?"
Feng Ziyue sneered, his sword light was sharp and his expression was grim.
"I should have said that I hate people who threaten me with their family -"
"——But you can rest assured that no one from the Nangong family will escape, so nothing like what you said will happen!"
He flicked the blade of the sword lightly with his fingers, his expression stern.
"Although God has no eyes, luckily I still have this sword in my hand!"
God has no eyes, I have a sword!
Even though the world is unfair, even though there are all kinds of injustices, even though there are many difficulties and obstacles, as long as a sword is in hand, Feng Ziyue believes that everything can be changed.
God doesn't care, I, Feng Ziyue, will take care of it.
This sword will change the whole world!
Feng Ziyue has been firmly convinced of this truth for thirty years since his rebirth!