Under the full cover of Qu Lingxi, Wu Zhanguang, Changxian, Dishan, and Taoqin, they fled for several miles and finally rushed back to the wooden house. However, just before everyone returned to the wooden house, Qu Lingxi had just turned the wind
When Jue Yu put it down, the most powerful and powerful people in the supreme realm rushed over one after another.
Outside the Black Spring Cave, as many as thirty-six masters with at least the highest level of cultivation were scattered under the clear sky, looking directly at a group of old, weak, sick and disabled in front of the wooden house.
In front of the wooden house, Wu Zhanguang and Qu Lingxi stood on Feng Jueyu's left and right, guarding their wings tightly. Changxian, Dishan, and Taoqin were all covered in blood and were vigilant about their surroundings, fearing that something might happen again.
But their strict defense was of no use. The fierce battle in Black Spring Mountain lasted intermittently for two months. All seven masters were seriously injured. Even if they were not injured, they were in full condition.
Under the circumstances, with seven people facing more than thirty strong men in the same situation, there is no hope of victory.
However, under such vigilant expressions, the several masters did not show any panic, but instead surrounded Feng Jueyu calmly as usual.
Under the wooden house, there were more and more people. After more than thirty experts appeared, they were not in a hurry to attack Feng Jueyu.
They were in a hurry at the beginning because Feng Jueyu could run away at any time, but now, seeing Feng Jueyu fall to the ground with serious injuries, these masters began to make secret plans.
If we take action now, it is certain that Feng Jueyu will die, but who will take action?
There are several masters beside Feng Jueyu. If these people fight for their lives, some of them may be injured or even die.
And the person who strikes first will certainly not benefit. After all, everyone's purpose is not to kill people, but to kill the "Eight Fingers".
As a result, the Black Spring Cave became particularly peaceful.
After less than a meal, the rare peace finally disappeared, replaced by the rustle of the autumn wind passing through the maple forest and the whooshing sound of strong energy in the air.
With the appearance of the supreme realm masters, practitioners from the mastery realm and the first glimpse realm also arrived one after another, as well as disciples from the Qiankun realm from major forces, casual cultivators from the realm of disorder, and some practitioners from the weak Tianzong clan.
Otherwise, the water outside the cave in the low-lying valley on the side of Black Spring Mountain was blocked for a while.
Look straight ahead, there are people everywhere in front of you!
Looking up, the trees, mountains, and even in the air are full of practitioners.
These people all looked at him angrily, as if Feng Jueyu was an old demon who had caused trouble for thousands of years, and even chopped him into tens of thousands of pieces without giving up.
But the vast majority of practitioners here have no concealment of their inner greed in their angry eyes.
After nearly two months, there has been no peace in Black Spring Mountain. One cultivator after another died in the hands of Feng Jueyu and the masters around him. It can be imagined that in the past two months, Feng Jueyu and his
How many treasure bags have been robbed by the Supreme Realm helpers?
Those who died in Black Spring Mountain were those who were practicing in the First Peeping Realm, those who were practicing in the Mastery Realm, and a small number of those who were practicing in the Supreme Realm.
The treasures they carry are all priceless.
It is understandable that Feng Jueyu has punched the lungs of all practitioners in the Ziyang Star cultivation world. The people who want to kill him now are definitely not just those masters who covet the "Eight Finger Record".
What's more, there is a larger group of cultivators who have taken a fancy to Feng Jueyu and snatched away the treasure bags from other strong men in the past two months.
In front of the wooden house.
Feng Jueyu was surrounded by Wu Zhanguang, Qu Lingxi, Changxian Zun, Dishan and Taoqin in the open space in front of the wooden house.
All six of them had injuries of varying severity. The large and small sword wounds and bruises left on their bodies could be seen everywhere, especially the five Wu Zhanguang.
So many injuries clearly showed what a terrible battle they had gone through in the past two months.
An ordinary supreme powerhouse would not be able to suffer so many injuries unless it were for special circumstances.
The injuries on their bodies and their miserable appearance meant countless bloody battles.
It's just that at this moment, even the tiger king in the mountain is a little weak. Looking at the large group of "evil wolves" staring at him, he is not angry and unruly, but he doesn't have much confidence.
Fortunately, they knew that Feng Jueyu had a backup plan.
Jiang Chengfeng led his people back. They did not come back slowly. Once the formation collapsed, the formation flags in their hands lost their effectiveness. Fortunately, Jiang Chengfeng was clever and calm. When he saw the formation collapse, he immediately ordered his troops.
He retreated to the Black Spring Cave Mansion, planning to live and die with Feng Jueyu.
More than a hundred people stood in front, Wu Zhanguang and five people sat in a group on the ground, and Feng Jueyu sat in the middle. It gave him the illusion that the six major sects were besieging Guangmingding. He couldn't help but feel a little funny.
Then he saw a few familiar faces in the crowd, including the scribe Xin, Niu Zhi, the golden-horned blood-threaded demon dragon, the ghost-eared spider, and the like, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.
At the moment of life and death, the Black Spring Mountain Cave was completely silent. Countless experts were surrounding him on three levels inside and three outside, trying to figure out how to swallow Feng Jueyu's piece of fat.
Seeing so many people surrounding Black Spring Mountain, Feng Jueyu not only did not panic at all, but laughed in a wicked way, scanning the greedy faces. Feng Jueyu simply stopped meditating.
He straightened his legs, put his hands behind his back, yawned and said, "I didn't expect that Feng, a person like me, is so popular. My colleagues from all walks of life in Ziyang Star came to visit Feng. Feng is really flattered."
A scene that was originally quite serious suddenly became less serious when Feng Jueyu disrupted it.
Dozens of supreme powerhouses surrounding the Black Spring Cave Mansion looked at each other, and an evil fire inexplicably rose in everyone's hearts.
Feng Jueyu guarded Black Spring Mountain for two months, his hands were stained with blood, and he killed countless people. It can be said that he did not take the practitioners of Ziyang Star into his eyes.
Now that he is at the end of his strength, he still looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. It is really disgusting.
A group of people were filled with righteous indignation. After being provoked by Feng Jueyu's unexpected remarks, several supreme powerhouses with bad tempers stood up one after another.
"Feng, you are about to die, and you still laugh?"
Feng Jueyu: "If you don't laugh, will you make me cry? If I cry, will you let me go?"
"What a sharp-tongued boy. Believe it or not, I pulled out your tongue."
Feng Jueyu: "Blow it, you pull one out and I'll take a look."
"Stop talking nonsense to him, Mr. Feng, please hand over the "Eight Finger Record"."
Feng Jueyu: ""Eight Finger Record"? What the hell? I've never seen it before."
"You are so stubborn..." Hearing Feng Jueyu's sharp-tongued quibbles, he pressed forward step by step: "If you don't hand over, I will kill you immediately."
Feng Jueyu smiled indifferently, looked at the crowd and said: "You said I have the "Eight Finger Record" and I have the "Eight Finger Record". I also said that you all have magical weapons on your body. Can you transform one of them and let me see?
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This explanation made all the strong men angry, and they all surrounded them.
When Wu Zhanguang and Qu Lingxi saw that Feng Jueyu was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of death, they immediately stood up and prepared for the attack.
Leaving aside these strong men, the cultivators who followed to watch the excitement were talking a lot. Among the topics, they were nothing more than "Feng Jueyu does not overestimate his own abilities" and "Feng Jueyu's death is imminent".
The dozens of supreme powerhouses who saw Wu Zhanguang and Qu Lingxi standing up were not afraid at all. Some of them stepped forward and made an ultimatum: "Feng Xiao'er, let me ask again, "Eight Finger Record"
》Are you going to hand it over or not?”
"Why don't we make friends?" Feng Jueyu said completely indifferently.
"Then I will kill you and take it for myself!" After the man said this, the remaining strong men in the same realm were afraid of losing the opportunity and immediately surrounded him.
Feng Jueyu's forehead was sweating, and he thought to himself why the old formation master didn't say anything. This battle will not be fought. If you don't come out, I may not have the chance to see the sun tomorrow morning.
At this moment, a distant and hearty laughter came from the cave behind the wooden house: "Haha, I didn't expect that after a few days, there will be many more comrades in this mountain."
As soon as this loud and clean laughter rang out, the whole mountainside was shaking, as if the sound could penetrate everyone's heart, shocking all the murderous and greedy practitioners, and they couldn't help but look towards the back of the wooden house.
go.
At the same time, Feng Jueyu and others present all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to themselves that you finally spoke.
"Who is it? Come out here."
Hearing the confidence of this laughter, dozens of supreme powerhouses felt their hearts skip a beat. Judging from the strength of the laughter, it was clear that the speaker's cultivation level was not low.
In the past two months, too many people have died in Black Spring Mountain, and they were all at the level of overlords from all parties. Everyone was already extremely afraid of Feng Jueyu, and when they heard the laughter, they felt even more upset.
Is it possible that Feng Jueyu has a backup plan?
In the woods, Ximen Wuwei and Wang Jia, who were debating whether to come out to save Feng Jueyu's life, were stunned. For some reason, they seemed to recognize the voice.
Zhuge Jin and the disciples from Tianshui Palace who followed in were also confused. They raised their heads and looked behind the wooden house at the same time.
Ban Yue and Yin Lao were not lagging behind, hiding in the crowd and looking around in confusion.
There were also Ban Cong, Huan Bi, Wen Zun and other people from Ziguang Pavilion who were full of surprise and curiosity about the laughter that sounded in the mountains.
Just when everyone was stunned, they saw two people, an old man and a young man, walking steadily around from the back of the wooden house.
The old man was dressed in a Confucian robe and a moon robe, spotlessly clean. His posture was vigorous and his steps were like the wind. Every step he walked, he was almost like an immortal descending to the earth, with an indescribable celestial spirit.
As for the girl, her little face was quite serious, and her big, flickering eyes were full of helplessness and indifference, but she couldn't get rid of the cleverness in her eyes. She even gouged them out fiercely when she walked behind the old man.
He glanced at Feng Jueyu, who was lying lazily on the ground.
When the old man and the young man walked out, they seemed gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze kissing cotton wool. However, after looking at their faces, the whole valley seemed to be blown by an extremely cold current, and it suddenly became frozen and silent.