Feng Jueyu did not use the divine armor, but used his tyrannical physical strength to withstand the sword. As a result, the robe on his body did not have any defensive measures, and was torn to pieces by Fang Zhe's sword, revealing two strong and powerful pieces.
His chest muscles, with a faint bronze skin glowing on the surface, seemed to contain an extremely domineering momentum. The strength of the sword was still twisting in the chest in the form of a small whirlpool, but it could not shake him at all, not even his skin.
Can hurt.
"This..." Fang Zhe's sword could be said to have used all his strength, but he didn't expect such an effect, so he was quite shocked.
Not only him, but also several mortals behind Fang Zhe, including Zihuai, the Seventh-hole Saint, Qi Ying, the Sixth-hole mortal, and Yang Ye, were all shocked.
To be honest, Zi Huai deliberately hit Fang Zhe with his elbow and that sword move was very confident. Based on the trajectory of the sword edge, it was judged that Feng Jueyu's chest would be seriously injured. As long as the sword edge could not damage the organs, Feng Jueyu would not die.
Because of his worries, he dared to do this, using Fang Zhe to satisfy his little desire for personal revenge.
But no one expected that Fang Zhe's sword with 100% strength could not even hurt Feng Jueyu's hair, which was unbelievable.
Fang Zhe, who was about to stab Feng Jueyu to death with his sword, was furious and lost his mind in anger. He immediately thrust his sword forward and stabbed Feng Jueyu to death with his sword.
When Zihuai saw it, he was panicked. The previous sword attack was at best a lesson, but if he didn't stop him this time, he would be literally killing people.
Feng Jueyu was brought back for trial at the request of the Pavilion Master and Pavilion Elders. If anything went wrong in his hands, he couldn't bear the responsibility.
"Junior Brother Fang, that's enough..." The Holy Son of Qidong was indeed extraordinary. Zihuai shouted sharply and hit the sword with his finger, and it flew away. He then took a step forward without using any force and pushed Fang Zhe away with his palm.
"The Pavilion Master personally ordered Feng Jueyu to be captured and put on trial. Do you want to let his blood splatter here? Can you bear the responsibility?"
Fang Zhe suddenly regained his consciousness after Qui Huai roared like this. He clutched his sword tightly and looked at Feng Jueyu with righteous indignation, helplessness flashed in his eyes.
After struggling for a moment, Fang Zhe gritted his teeth and said: "Of course the disciples dare not violate the order of the Pavilion Master..." He said and looked at Feng Jueyu and said: "But remember, I will definitely avenge the teacher's revenge.
, No matter whether the Pavilion Master punishes you or not, in the end, you will die in my hands, let's go." Fang Zhe put down his harsh words and led the people away.
After Zihuai watched Fang Zhe leave, he turned around slowly, looked at Feng Jueyu jokingly and said, "Did you see that Lord Qixia, in the Zhitian Pavilion, if you don't have a master to protect you, what will happen to you like Fang Zhe?"
There are many people who want to kill you, and they are about to go to the Zhitian Palace. You have one last chance to decide who you want to be loyal to."
Feng Jueyu lowered his head and glanced at his chest, and said with a solemn expression: "Thank you for reminding me. I know it well."
Zihuai looked at him doubtfully, not understanding what he meant. He thought that Feng Jueyu had softened, and said with a proud smile: "Haha, it's best if you understand, so that I can report back to my master."
Feng Jueyu ignored him.
Then Zihuai and three others escorted him, swaggering through the city with the God-binding rope tied up, immediately attracting countless Zhitian Pavilion monks to stop and watch. Along the way, he saw many vicious looks, heard vulgar curses, and even
Some people wanted to follow Fang Zhe's example and avenge their elders and peers who lost their lives innocently, but they were suppressed by the child and did not take action after all.
What he saw and heard along the way made Feng Jueyu feel aggrieved. After thinking about it repeatedly, he finally came up with some guesses.
"The cause of the matter came from Tianyu Peak. It must have been that after killing the Barbarian Emperor that night, I accidentally escaped to the Blood Fire Rock Area and met the old monster who controlled the Blood Hell Divine Flame. At that time, the guy forced me to show him the way.
I brought out a letter. Although I promised on the surface, I later handed the letter into the hands of the Master of the Zhitian Pavilion. Because of this, the Master of the Zhitian Pavilion was able to tell Chu San that I had lied to him. Could it be that letter?
Is there something wrong with the letter?”
"People here said that I secretly colluded with the old monster and caused heavy losses to Zhitian Pavilion. This is really unjust. I just handed the letter to the master of Zhitian Pavilion and didn't do anything. What does it have to do with me? They mentioned Jianshiyuan
, Jianshiyuan and Zhitian Pavilion have a long-standing grudge. The master of Zhitian Pavilion must have used this letter to do something, but he failed. Instead, he caused heavy casualties to his subordinates, and then blamed me.
Look, there must be a misunderstanding. Master Zhitian will ask me to accuse you, and you will know the reason later. I have to be careful in dealing with it and reply carefully, otherwise I will definitely not be able to get rid of this blame."
He thought all the way, pondering the whole story and countermeasures, and finally arrived at the bottom of the steps of the Zhitian Hall, amidst the criticism from the monks of the Zhitian Pavilion like a rat crossing the street.
The majestic and solemn palace stands above the ninety-nine steps. The clouds and mist are misty in the sky, and the divine clouds are looming. It is as charming as a fairyland. But at this time, Feng Jueyu looked at it, and it seemed that there was a chilling atmosphere hidden in the clouds and mist.
He was dignified and could not be offended, and he was even more energetic.
Under the steps, several boys in plain robes and white crowns stood on both sides, holding objects such as jade, magic swords, rulers, copper pots, etc. in their hands, with solemn appearance.
Zihuai asked Qi Ying and Yang Ye to escort him, walked forward alone, raised his hands to the Taoist boy on the right and said: "Zihuai, the holy son of Qidong, has been ordered to escort the criminal Feng Jueyu back to the pavilion. Please tell me, junior brother."
A boy with jade-like arms on the right responded politely: "Brother Zihuai, thank you for your hard work. The master of the pavilion has given orders. Brother Zihuai can escort the criminals directly into the palace. The master of the pavilion and the elders of the Zhufeng Pavilion have already arrived."
Please wait for a long time, please come inside."
"Thank you very much." Zihuai returned the gift, then walked back calmly, took one end of Feng Jueyu's divine rope from Qi Ying's hand, and said to the two of them: "You guys go back first.
It has nothing to do with you here."
"Yes, senior brother..."
Qi Ying and Yang Ye both stepped back. Zihuai tugged on the divine rope and led him towards the main hall above.
The two of them stepped up the steps, and Zihuai said: "Be careful what you say when you get inside. Don't admit the things you shouldn't recognize, and don't quibble with the things you should recognize. In short, answer the pavilion master's words well, and the teacher will naturally speak kindly for you."
Feng Jueyu blinked his clever eyes and thought to himself: Who should I be? This is none of my business. I won't recognize any of it. As for your teacher Ruchen, hum, who is he now?
I can see it clearly, don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities to play with you slowly in the future.
With resentment in his heart, he followed Zihuai up the steps. Halfway there, he discovered that there was a small square on top of the ninety-nine steps leading to the Zhitian Pavilion, just in front of the gate.
Outside, there were many people standing outside the palace door at this time, many of whom had familiar faces, such as Tong Fei, Yun Qing, Qi Lu, Wu Qingqiu, who had fought with him during the entrance ceremony, and they were all there.
These people stood neatly outside the palace gate, divided into three camps, forming three small square formations, and seemed to be listening to someone's teachings.
Feng Jueyu glanced at the three square formations with his eyes, and immediately distinguished that these people were mostly peak masters, people close to the pavilion elders, or more admired disciples, and they at least had
There are masters like the Seven-hole Saint Son and above. In short, everyone has a rather high status.
Looking through these three small square formations, you can clearly see the magnificent Zhitian Palace. This palace cannot be seen on the ground, and there are bursts of clouds and white mist. The palace is so big that I don’t know how big it is.
The purple walls, glazed tiles, and overhanging eaves at the corners of the corridor are all decorated with jade, and it's simply too luxurious to look like.
The door of Zhitian Hall opens to the south, and all sixteen gates are open. You can see the solemn Dharma in the hall, with misty clouds and mist. There are also many people who have reached the level of mastery and the supreme level. They are waiting inside, and each has a throne.
, divided into high and low rankings, everything is sorted according to strength. In the main hall, there is a high platform, and there is only one person sitting on it. He is an old man, with white hair and beard, full of fairy charm. You know without asking, he should be famous.
It refers to the Lord of Tian Pavilion.
When Feng Jueyu saw that the Da Leiyin Temple in the Temple of Heaven looked like the Buddhist temple of Sakyamuni, with purple air and golden light gushing out, he couldn't help but be extra careful.
"Go in."
At this time, Zihuai pushed him into the palace, and the two of them passed through the aisle between the three square formations. Many malicious eyes were cast towards him, as if they wanted to eat people.
Fortunately, this is the Zhitian Hall, and no one dares to take action without the pavilion master's order. If not, Feng Jueyu believes that many people will take this opportunity to pounce.
"Young man, how big of a deal is this?"
Thinking a little uneasily in his heart, he walked into the main hall. When he came to the main hall, he glanced at it and said, oh, good guy, there are quite a lot of people, sitting up and down, left and right, full of them.
Hundreds of strong men are at the lowest level of proficiency. It is unknown what level their understanding of the divine language has reached. If all of them are masters who have understood the divine charm, their strength is really amazing.
He has been to the realm of disorder and has seen too many strong men, but he did not expect that there are many masters in the great world. One Zhitian Pavilion has attracted hundreds of masters in the proficiency realm and the supreme realm.
This does not include those Fanzi and Shengzi outside who have just glimpsed the realm. It seems that I have underestimated the Hongtu world before. Even though the Taoist inheritance is only more than 100,000 years old, the number of Daowu realm strongmen in the Hongtu world is still very impressive.
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Thinking wildly, Feng Jueyu came to the center of the hall. When he could see the Master of the Zhitian Pavilion and several other seemingly unfathomable old people sitting side by side on the cloud platform and above the mist, he also discovered that the second largest person among them
Chu San, Ji Tao, Cheng Guang, Ru Chen and others were below. Feng Jueyu couldn't help but be stunned at this sight. Judging from the position and seat height, it seemed that Chu San, Ji Tao, Cheng Guang, Ru Chen and others were like
Above Chen, there are beings with a higher status than them, and there are quite a few of them, six in total. These six old people are just below Zhitian Pavilion. Could it be that they are stronger than Chen and others?