Fengziyue is like strolling in a leisurely garden, walking slowly on a curved bridge.
That earth-shattering palm, under the pressure emanating from his body, became ridiculous and not worth mentioning.
Ouyang Lin's teeth were chattering, and he couldn't move at all because of fear.
The coercion emanating from this young man was unparalleled, making him have the urge to worship him.
This...this feeling...
Ouyang Lin's face looked strange, and cold sweat seeped out from his back.
is God?
This feeling of powerlessness would only arise in his heart when he faced that person, but this young man, dressed in white, like a jade tree in the wind, with an ancient bronze sword hanging on his waist, was obviously not that person.
Feng Ziyue flicked his sleeve, and saw that the huge waves calmed down strangely without making any sound, and the water surface of the cold pool became as flat as a mirror again.
This kind of miraculous skill, in the eyes of people in Changchun Valley, has almost surpassed the scope of martial arts.
The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down on the ground like crazy and kowtowed to Feng Ziyue repeatedly.
"God! You are a god too!"
"Please, save my daughter! Save my daughter!"
At this miraculous moment, he finally woke up, his love for his daughter suddenly broke out, and he prayed to Feng Ziyue like a madman.
Among the stone buildings in the cold pool, Xiaoyi couldn't help crying when she saw her father's appearance.
Ruan Suhe held her in his arms, patted and comforted her, and was extremely surprised in his heart.
She had long expected that Feng Ziyue was not simple, but as a person from the Changchun Valley, her knowledge was inevitably limited.
In her opinion, Ouyang Lin's martial arts were already at the highest level in the world. If she wanted to fight against him, she could only protect herself with the flute music that her soul attacked.
When Ouyang Lin broke out and took action with all his strength, she really had no way to deal with it.
This Feng Ziyue is young, but his strength is still higher than that of Ouyang Lin. Why doesn't she feel surprised and happy?
It’s just... who is this Feng Ziyue from Wuyang City?
Why did he come here?
Ruan Suhe suddenly remembered that although she had been chatting with him for a long time, she was so absorbed in the scenery of the Central Plains that she had not had time to ask these key questions.
Feng Ziyue ignored the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing frequently. In his heart, he actually despised this weak father. He only wanted to beg others to leave, instead of protecting his relatives on his own - although he really
It is also a fact that his abilities are limited, but he lacks blood.
He walked straight to Ouyang Lin.
"you you……"
Ouyang Lin was trembling all over, unable to speak, and his face was pale.
"Master Ouyang Valley, I shouldn't be involved in your Changchun Valley household affairs, but I will never allow this kind of blood sacrifice of boys and girls to happen!"
Feng Ziyue's words were very plain, but they conveyed a majesty that could not be refuted.
"It cannot be allowed to happen?"
Ouyang Lin's face was distorted, and he finally struggled out of Feng Ziyue's pressure. He smiled strangely and said: "Your Excellency, you said it lightly! Without the blood sacrifice, life in Changchun Valley would be cut off and frozen for thousands of miles.
At least half of the people will die!"
"Are you going to kill all the people in my Changchun Valley for a few children?"
He became more courageous and his voice became louder and louder.
Yes... this young man may have high martial arts skills, but he will never be a god... No!
In the eyes of Shinto, all living beings are like ants, how can there be so many mothers-in-law and mothers!
His eyes were blood red. Thinking of the person behind him, he mustered up some courage.
Feng Ziyue smiled calmly, "Fangtian's giant wooden roots have supported you for thousands of years and have become your only reliance? Since there is a problem, why don't you think of other solutions?"
"Isn't it much better to move south to the Central Plains and settle down than to rely on this piece of wood?"
When he just walked out, he had already figured out that, let alone something wrong with the giant tree root of Fangtian, even if it was still intact, after Feng Ziyue took him away, these thousands of people would definitely no longer be able to survive in the Changchun Valley.
Therefore, the best way is to take them south to the Central Plains, which can once and for all solve the problem of the giant tree root in the sky that cuts off the supply of vitality once every thirty years.
"Huh, you're talking lightly!"
Ouyang Lin snorted. Although the matter of Fangtian's giant tree root was considered a secret in the valley, it was not surprising since this young man went to Hantan Stone Building and heard Ruan Suhe talk about it.
"Outside the Changchun Valley, there is thousands of miles of ice. We have explored it countless times for thousands of years. This ice field is endless. How can we move south?"
"Endless?"
Feng Ziyue sneered, "Then where did I come from? Although the Central Plains is thousands of miles away, you only need to walk for more than ten days to reach the edge of the Northern Hungarian grassland. Then you will naturally leave this place.
How can this frozen land be considered endless?"
"Central Plains?"
Behind Ouyang Lin, several people exclaimed in surprise.
For the people in the Changchun Valley, the ancient Rakshasa country is a legend, while the Central Plains in the south is a more illusory legend.
For thousands of years, no one has ever brought news from the Central Plains.
Although outsiders occasionally break in, usually these people are already half-dead and have lost their way. According to the rules of Changchun Valley, these outsiders are not polite to them and will be eradicated after a little questioning.
Feng Ziyue was the first person in thousands of years to clearly state the location of the Central Plains.
"Nonsense... nonsense!"
Ouyang Lin's expression changed dramatically, "If the Central Plains are covered in ice for more than a thousand miles, who can resist this murderous aura unless they are descendants of the royal family of our ancient Rakshasa Kingdom?"
He snorted coldly and widened his eyes, "Could it be that you want to say that you are the His Highness of my Rakshasa Kingdom?"
The ancient kingdom of Rakshasa, built in the far north, was overflowing with a murderous aura. Only the royal bloodline could withstand this aura of murderous aura. Therefore, the emperor at that time, after losing the giant root of Fangtian, could still leave with his confidants.
, did not die, and even made a vow to return.
If it were not for the Rakshasa royal family, even an innate master would have difficulty resisting the murderous intent contained in the snowstorm.
After Ouyang Lin became a master of martial arts, he also tried to venture out of the valley. However, with his seventh-level innate cultivation, he could only march in the frozen land for three days, which was the limit. He had to retreat and survive.
Had a serious illness.
If he persists for a few more days, even if he is not certain to die, he will still have a narrow escape!
This is simply not something that martial arts can compete with.
"With your martial arts, you can't resist..."
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, then his expression suddenly changed, "What did you say?"
He just said that only the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom can withstand the murderous atmosphere of this thousand-mile frozen land. If so...
Feng Ziyue frowned suddenly, reached out and grabbed the air, and the old Jitou who was sleeping in the grass suddenly flew up and flew to his side like a cloud and mist!
Lao Jitou is not proficient in martial arts, but he can withstand the cold of the frozen land. Could it be said that he actually has the royal blood of the Rakshasa Kingdom?
However, he clearly said that he was a descendant of the Imperial Guards, mistook Feng Ziyue for His Highness of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and followed him all the way here.
Could it be that he is lying?
Feng Ziyue patted him gently, and Lao Jitou woke up from his drowsiness. His eyes were bleary, and for a moment, he was still a little confused about where he was.
Won't--
He acted sincerely and clearly did not know the identity of his royal bloodline. Otherwise, he would never have mistakenly identified Feng Ziyue, let alone brought him here.
It would be unreasonable to say that he had the intention to take advantage of Feng Ziyue. After all, the old man did not know martial arts and was unable to convince the public. Even if Feng Ziyue brought him back, would he be able to get the throne back by himself?
Not successful?
Feng Ziyue shook his head. It seemed that Lao Jitou didn't know what he was doing.
When Lao Ji opened his eyes for the first time, he saw Feng Ziyue standing in front of him, and there were a bunch of people from the Changchun Valley in front of him. He couldn't help being shocked, and he suddenly took a step forward to block Feng Ziyue.
"Your Highness, what is going on? Don't be afraid, there is an old plan here, and I will never let these rebellious officials and traitors harm Your Highness even a hair!"
Although he has no martial arts skills, he is very courageous.
Ouyang Lin was also stunned for a moment, wondering where this old man came from.
He calls himself His Highness. Could it be that this young man is really a descendant of the royal family of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom?
Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and patted Lao Jitou on the shoulder.
"Old Ji, I told you a long time ago that I am not His Highness. Now according to Ouyang Valley Master of Changchun Valley, maybe you are the His Highness of this ancient Rakshasa country!"
Lao Jitou was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ouyang Lin, and groaned.
"This old man is the owner of the valley? His surname is Ouyang. Could he be a descendant of Ouyang Sheng, the great general in front of the palace at that time? I didn't expect him to be a traitor!"
This old Ji Tou didn't know anyone else, but he knew everyone's ancestors very well.
Ouyang Lin was shocked, "Yes, the ancestor is Ouyang Sheng, the general in front of the palace. Who are you?"
He heard Lao Ji tell the name of his ancestor for the first time, and he immediately understood that this old man must be a descendant of the imperial guards who left with the emperor. Speaking of it, he could barely be considered one of his own.
Then he calls himself “His Royal Highness” and is with this young man?
Ouyang Lin's heart was in confusion. Thinking of the person behind him, he couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
If this young man is His Highness... then he...
"snort!"
Old Ji Tou puffed up his chest and said, "Old man Ji Yun, his ancestor was Ji Guang, the commander of the imperial guards at that time, who supported the emperor, he is a very loyal minister!"
"Ji Guang, commander of the Imperial Guard?"
Ouyang Lin nodded, with a look of suspicion on his face.
In the battle of Changchun Valley that day, Queen Ruan wounded the emperor, obtained the giant root of Fangtian, and used it in the valley. The emperor left angrily, and with him were only a hundred guardsmen, among whom the commander was none other than Ji Guang
.
He was also the last minister to stay with the emperor.
Speaking of which... Ouyang Lin glanced at Feng Ziyue secretly, feeling even more afraid.
"It turns out that the Prince Consort plotted against him. No wonder this old gentleman is able to withstand the murderous aura of the frozen land. He really has the blood of our Rakshasa royal family. Mr. Feng, don't get me wrong!"
I heard a quiet female voice coming from the stone building of Hantan, and it was Ruan Suhe who spoke.
Feng Ziyue suddenly realized, and then he understood why Lao Ji Tou had such a special physique.
Sure enough, he does have royal blood, but this blood does not come from the father's line, but from the mother's line.
"At that time, Empress Ruan had two princesses. The second princess had not yet left the palace, so she stayed with her mother in the Changchun Valley. The eldest princess, who had promised to be Prince Consort Duwei Jiguang, left with the emperor and the imperial guards. Unexpectedly, she is also staying here now.
Next generation."
Ruan Suhe spoke quietly, and Lao Ji patted his head and laughed.
"Yes, my ancestor did have the title of Commander-in-Chief Prince Consort!"
In this way, the truth was revealed. Feng Ziyue knew it clearly, but Ouyang Lin's expression changed drastically.
This old man is not from the Changchun Valley. Seeing him alive and kicking here, it means he is really not afraid of the wind and snow outside. In this way, he is undoubtedly the commander of the Imperial Guard, Ji Guang!
Only the blood of the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom can be unafraid of the murderous aura.
So, is the person who came with him really a descendant of the Rakshasa royal family?
Ouyang Lin was shocked, his face turned pale, and he grabbed Lao Jitou, "You said, this is His Highness... then him, then he comes to this Changchun Valley..."
Lao Jitou replied proudly, "Exactly! He is our Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Rakshasa Kingdom. Naturally, he came to Changchun Valley to fulfill the oath that the late emperor made thousands of years ago——"
"——Retrieve the giant root of Fangtian!"
Before Feng Ziyue could speak, Lao Jitou spoke it out for him first.
There was a roar in Ouyang Lin's head, and he staggered back several steps.
"This...how is this possible!"
His face was pale, as if he had suffered a huge blow.
Feng Ziyue and Lao Jitou looked at each other in confusion, wondering why he was acting like this. Just as he was about to explain, he heard a faint voice coming from somewhere.
"Ouyang Lin, don't scare yourself. This Young Master Feng has reached the innate peak of his martial arts and has his own small world within his body. Naturally, he is not afraid of the murderous aura from the outside world. It has nothing to do with the blood of the royal family of our Rakshasa Kingdom..."
The voice was gloomy and vague, and I didn't know where it came from.
Although the tone is not very sinister, and the content of the words is plain and ordinary, but from the tone, you can feel an unbearable coldness. When you listen to your ears, it feels like every word is composed of
It's like ice cubes.
"However, Mr. Feng has done me a great favor by bringing the descendants of Commander Ji!"
"I thought that Ruan Suhe and I were the only two people in the world who had the Rakshasa royal bloodline, but I didn't expect that there was another one!"
"Not bad!"
"After sixty years of painstaking efforts, killing fathers and sons, my Seven Evil Dharma is finally complete!"
Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, Lao Jitou suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground. Feng Ziyue was startled and stretched out his hand to support him.
But at the same time, an exclamation of surprise was heard from among the stone buildings in Hantan.
"Empress! Empress, what's wrong with you!"
That was Yuan Xiaoyi's exclamation, and there was indescribable panic in his tone.
But Ruan Suhe, who had been talking just now, did not make a sound.
Feng Ziyue frowned, the ancient bronze sword was unsheathed, and it stabbed straight into the void silently!