There was deathly silence in Ba Kong City. All the monks were so frightened by Feng Jueyu's thunderous methods that they did not dare to say a word.
Many elders of Xiaoyue Sect had expressionless faces, as if nothing had happened. That was because they knew Feng Jueyu's personality very well.
After all, there is no way to change the fate of Duan Feihu and Duan Feihe since they fell into Feng Jueyu's hands. The difference is that they can die whenever Feng Jueyu wants.
If we don’t know who the murderer of Wang Mang is, what about Feihu and Feihe?
With Feng Jueyu's temperament, I'm afraid Duan Xinghuang didn't even have a chance to collect the body, so he buried it secretly, and then you couldn't find anyone.
However, people who don't know Feng Jueyu feel that Feng Jueyu has a very ruthless temper and never shows mercy to his enemies. Such a character is naturally difficult for others to figure out, and Duan Feihu's scolding just now is still ringing in his ears.
, but in the blink of an eye, this person's soul was gone. Thinking about it like this, the psychological pressure caused by him became extremely huge.
Especially Duan Xinghuang, he still doesn't believe that his son died like this. The master of the Brahma Palace stared at the blood clots and flesh foam flying in the sky, and could not recover for a while.
Duan Feilong also looked like he had seen a ghost, staring blankly into the air, feeling that everything in front of him was unreal.
Qingjing and the mysterious man in black behind him had empty expressions as they retreated, and time seemed to have frozen. There was total silence inside and outside the city.
"Duan Xinghuang." After a while, Feng Jueyu's voice sounded again. As he spoke, the hand that killed Duan Feihu and caused Duan Feihu to perish between heaven and earth once again rested on Duan Feihe's shoulder.
: "I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't cherish it. But fortunately, you have many sons. I have one more, but the conditions have changed. Now I want to kill the murderer of Elder Wang Mang, and also the murderer of the wife. They are not
One person, I want both, guess, if you don't agree, do I dare to kill Duan Feihe?"
"Crack!"
Feng Jueyu clasped hard with his five fingers, and Duan Feihe's screams continued the suffering that his second brother had never suffered, and once again spread across the poor mountains and rivers, the sound was so cruel that the scalp of anyone who heard it was numb.
"Feng Jueyu, I want to challenge you"
Before Duan Xinghuang could speak, Tu Tiange stood up first. He didn't care about Duan Feihe's life or death. He jumped out and shot Feng Jueyu's head decisively with a simple long sword about a palm wide.
At this moment, a ray of red light suddenly swept out from behind Feng Jueyu, and before the white sword could get closer, the long hair danced gracefully in the red light.
Immediately, the vines that were roaming all over the sky suddenly exploded, and countless thick vines, like giant pythons flying in the air, rushed towards the long sword.
Dozens of vines sealed the ancient sword firmly in countless vines in just one turn. After a fierce confrontation, the aura of the ancient sword was greatly reduced, and it flew back to the hands of Tutian Pavilion in despair.
Tu Tiange was not angry when he saw this, and rushed into the vines like lightning. The red shadow danced wildly in the air with long hair, and the roots of the hair were closely connected with the vines. Dozens of vines swung in the air and slashed. In just a moment,
Fight the Tutian Pavilion back along the original route.
"Peng!"
There was a crash, and Tu Tiange flew back. It only took less than three breaths for the person to fly out and retreat, but he couldn't even get close to the ten feet of space in front of Feng Jueyu. It was obvious that the red figure that suddenly appeared
, his cultivation level is definitely not inferior to that of Tutian Pavilion.
The battle came to an end in an instant. After Tutian Pavilion came to a stop, his breath became heavier. Then when he raised his head, he heard bursts of exclamations coming from outside the city.
"Who is she? What amazing skills?"
"No, that's not right. This woman is not a human, but a demon?"
"Treeyad?"
"Hell, isn't this the legendary Blood Demon Tree? The most common rose flower among demons is also the predecessor of the Blood Demon Tree that is the most difficult to transform into. Oh my God, there is actually a Blood Demon Divine Tree next to Feng Jueyu?"
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The appearance of the Blood Demon Tree immediately caused an uproar.
As a demonic plant in the demon world, the evil blood rose is both famous and novel. Its notoriety is entirely due to the "predecessor" who successfully completed two transformations tens of thousands of years ago, thus being written into the annals of history and becoming a
The most beloved demon strain among demon monks.
All clans and sects in the Hongtu world know that this demonic tree is the most difficult to cultivate. Many sages and hidden saints have spent countless years working hard, but in the end they have not been able to refine the blood demonic tree. Who would have thought that after tens of thousands of years, this demonic tree would be produced?
A terrifying demon strain popular in the nine realms unexpectedly appeared in Lingzhou and became Feng Jueyu's protective demon pet.
The existence of the Blood Demon Tree set off a frenzy of exclamations. Everyone was looking at Feng Jueyu with the eyes of a monster, and were shocked.
"Blood demon tree? I have been practicing for 1,800 years and have never seen this strange tree. Are you a member of the demon clan?"
Tu Tiange's eyes widened with anger, and his words were also very scheming. In one sentence, Feng Jueyu was beaten into a demon.
After two lifetimes, Feng Jueyu could not see what kind of person he was. He could tell Tutian Pavilion's petty nature at a glance, and said coldly: "Tutian Pavilion, even if I am from the demon clan, I am still better than you rat thieves and dog thieves.
There are too many, at least our sect has not hidden our own things and then falsely accused others of stealing."
After finishing speaking, Feng Jueyu didn't take Tutian Pavilion seriously at all, turned to Duan Xinghuang and shouted: "Duan Xinghuang, it seems that you don't even care about the lives of your five sons, right?"
Duan Xinghuang said nothing.
Feng Jueyu said loudly: "Forget it, if you don't want to hand over the person, I won't ask any questions. Duan Feihe, take a good look at your righteous father. He would rather sacrifice you than hand over the murderer."
, just prepare to die."
"Dad" Duan Feihe, who was timid and afraid of death, heard the cry and was extremely miserable.
Duan Xinghuang couldn't stand the torment in his heart, and suddenly shouted: "Feng, please stop it. I said, can't I say it?"
"Duan Xinghuang!"
Qingjing Sanren's expression changed and he glared at Duan Xinghuang fiercely.
The latter ignored them, pointed at Qingjing and said, "It's him, the people from the Izumo Imperial Palace. They were the ones who killed Mrs. Hongxing and Wang Mang."
"Izumo Imperial Palace?" Feng Jueyu's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice, "What I want is the murderer, who is it?"
"It's him and him"
Duan Xinghuang regretted that he finished shouting when Duan Feihu was kidnapped, thus missing the opportunity to save his second son. Not everyone can bear this kind of inner suffering, and Duan Feihe's shouting was extremely miserable. Duan Xinghuang
The last line of defense in my heart finally collapsed.
Duan Xinghuang raised his right hand and pointed at the three people behind Qingjing Sanren. These three people were standing on the left and right of Qingjing Sanren.
"You still haven't come forward."
Seeing that the three people around Qingjing Sanren were indifferent, Duan Xinghuang reached out and grabbed two guys wearing black masks through Qingjing Sanren. But in fact, he did not know the identities of these three people, not even their names.
He didn't know. Duan Xinghuang only knew that the two people sent out that day were both very skilled. One of them was a tall guy with a tuft of green hair on his forehead, and his companion, a guy with some hand disabilities, were
The killer who killed Mrs. Hongxing had a cultivation level in the early stage of Qiankun. Another man of medium height had a copper ring hanging from his right ear. It was for unknown purposes. He was the leader of the team that attacked the city lord's mansion a few days ago.
The killer leader who killed Wang Mang and almost killed Huang Yingqi and Xiao Luqi together.
Because of these signs, Duan Xinghuang could distinguish them very clearly.
Now that Duan Feihu is dead, even though Duan Xinghuang and Duan Feilong hate Feng Jueyu to the core, they have no choice but to endure it for the sake of their son's life.
When Qingjing saw Duan Xinghuang's actions and attitude, he was furious and shouted in a bad tone: "Duan Xinghuang, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I know what I am doing. It is not your turn to interrupt here." Duan Xinghuang's eyes were bloodshot and he had completely lost his mind. From the perspective of outsiders, the weakness of the Lord of Kunzhou was revealed.
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No matter how notorious Duan Feihe is and how many ridiculous things he does, he is Duan Xinghuang's most beloved son, an irreplaceable son.
Qingjing was choked by Duan Xinghuang and couldn't speak for a long time, but at this moment, a man in black behind Qingjing said coldly: "Duan Xinghuang, we are not forming an alliance to make you
I don't blame you for betraying this person, but if you want to exchange my people for your worthless son, don't even think about it."
Duan Xinghuang heard the sound and glanced vaguely behind Qingjing. Naturally, his actions could not escape Feng Jueyu's fiery eyes.
Leng Buding was slightly startled when he saw Duan Xinghuang whispering something to someone across from him, and then a bad premonition suddenly arose.
"Huh? Something's wrong." Feng Jueyu muttered.
Xiao Yuehe, Nie Renkuang, Xiang Potian and the assassin who was hiding in the crowd but did not show up gathered around: "What's wrong?"
"I originally thought that the Lingzhou coalition forces stood up to confront us under the instigation and threats of Qingjing, but now it seems that there is something fishy about this matter. Look at the people behind Qingjing, what's weird about them?" Feng
Jueyu saw something was wrong and planned to observe what Duan Xinghuang was talking to and who he was talking to. However, when his consciousness touched the people behind Qingjing Sanren, he suddenly discovered that there were several men in black on the other side.
His body seemed to be enveloped by an aura of unknown origin, and his consciousness could not penetrate it at all.
It was precisely because of this discovery that Feng Jueyu was inexplicably shocked for a long time.
Upon hearing the sound, the four Gods of Killing all released their spiritual consciousness, and four unrivaled forces began to approach Qingjing and the others. However, the four of them later discovered that their spiritual consciousness was actually malfunctioning, and they could not see the true cultivation of those people.
"Is there someone else behind Qingjing?" Xiang Potian grinned and asked in shock.
"That's right, Qingjing is just a puppet pushed on the table, and someone is controlling him."