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Chapter 844 Siege

 "Wait a minute!" Seeing the jade sign appear, Yin Congfu's heart moved and he quickly stopped Feng Jueyu.

"Elder Yin, do you want to regret it?" Feng Jueyu frowned, how could he listen to his words and walked towards Xiangdong River.

Yin Congfu's heart sank, and disappeared with a swipe. When he reappeared, he was standing in front of Xiang Donghe. He was about to reach out to snatch it, but he saw Xiang Donghe desperately urging his true energy to grab the jade tablet.

Protecting himself, he said with a look of death: "Yin Congfu, stop right there."

Yin Congfu stood still, like a puppet controlled by a string, not daring to move forward rashly. At this moment, Feng Jueyu was wondering, what on earth was that jade token, and why did Yin Congfu care so much about it?

Xiang Donghe saw that Yin Congfu was really obedient, and a joking smile flashed across his face: "Yin Congfu, this floating moon mirror is very important. You were there when my uncle passed it to me. You should know that the world

I am the only one who knows the secret method of the Floating Moon Mirror. If I destroy this jade token..."

"No." Yin Congfu's expression finally changed and he quickly stopped him.

Feng Jueyu watched from the side and sighed heavily. It seemed that this battle was inevitable: "Inform the setting sun and Muxue to prepare to launch an attack." He sighed and said, and the dragon flame tightly held the soul stone.

Hold it in your hand.

The current strength of Zhou Nanjing is already comparable to that of Wanyue Heavenly Palace, and the number of masters is almost the same. If Feng Jueyu and Long Yan are counted, their strength will be even higher. Therefore, Feng Jueyu simply cannot

Fearless, the only problem now is that it must be resolved quickly. Even if they cannot truly overthrow the Wanyue Tiangong, they must be injured so that they will not be able to make another storm within ten years.

Xiang Donghe's proud voice came, echoing loudly over the wilderness: "Yin Congfu, you are from the same school. My junior sister has studied with my uncle for decades. She has not returned for decades. She must have grown old. This floating moon mirror is

The key to my lineage of human race marching into the inner circle is that I have made contact with the Haoyu Tianmen. If the inside and outside are connected, Wanyue Tiangong will be one of the branches of the Haoyu Tianmen. My brother will also become a first-class deacon. Although I know that in this life,

I have been unable to heal the wounds on my body, and after a few decades, I will be nothing more than a rotten tree, but I dare not disobey my uncle's orders at all. Also, I want to see my junior sister..."

Xiang Donghe spoke so sadly and pitifully that everyone was moved but said nothing.

However, Feng Jueyu heard some unfavorable things about himself from these words. Who are these people? Floating Moon Mirror, Haoyu Tianmen, Xiang Donghe's sect, and that junior sister. It seems that they are.

Even if you kill Xiang Donghe, you can't get rid of it once and for all...

Old Yin Congfu's eyes flashed with crystal tears. He seemed to be moved by Xiang Donghe's tone, but there was another thought hidden in his heart: "Yes, I miss my junior sister too. Only now do I remember that before I left, my junior sister...

You once told me to take care of you, so Xiang Donghe, as long as you give me the secret method of the Floating Moon Mirror, I will keep you safe, and I swear to my brother that I will let you meet my junior sister once in your lifetime."

"Are you serious about this?" Xiang Donghe's eyes bloomed with a lusty light, which was very different from his previous dying state.

The lifespan of a warrior cultivating Taoism is not unlimited. The Xuan Dao realm can only sustain a warrior's lifespan of more than two hundred years, regardless of the difference in physical fitness. Xiang Donghe is about 150 years old, but Yin Congfu, who is from the same sect with him, is

Two hundred years old, with their cultivation, if they cannot reach the divine way within twenty years, they will not be able to withstand the passage of time and turn into loess. However, they both seem to have concerns in their hearts, and this concern seems to be still involved.

to a woman.

"Seriously." Xiang Donghe held the jade token in his hand, pointed a finger at Feng Jueyu and said viciously: "Kill him, and the floating moon jade treasure will be yours. I swear that from now on I will retire."

Qianhong Mountain, never enter the secular world again."

"Remember what you said." Yin Congfu sighed quietly and slowly turned his eyes to Feng Jueyu.

In an instant, a stream of pure Yuan Power spurted out from the old man's body, like a huge fountain, sending bursts of mist-like haze straight into the sky. After the cloud traces and mist appeared, the West Wasteland was in the middle of the sky.

Thick auspicious clouds have gathered, some are blue, some are white, some are green... misty and boundless. Lingxu's fourth level of transformation has reached the point of merging with the power of heaven and earth. This feeling is just like Feng Jueyu's sudden enlightenment in a new realm.

The same, giving people a feeling of being unable to compete.

Long Yan felt this feeling very clearly, and Feng Jueyu felt it even more clearly, but he was not afraid of any sudden enlightenment, because not long ago, he also experienced it.

"Elder Yin, are you going to break your promise?" A teasing smile appeared on the corner of Feng Jueyu's mouth. Even Yin Congfu couldn't help but tremble when he looked at it, secretly thinking that this man has an extremely evil character and is a difficult opponent to deal with.

, but he has recently broken through to the fourth level of Lingxu, and seems to have the pride to ignore the world. In addition, there are many people in Wanyue Tiangong, so he is not too afraid.

Yin Congfu said nothing and coldly snorted: "Master Feng, Wanyue Heavenly Palace is not a place where you can come and go at will. Since my junior brother hates you to the core, let me, my senior brother, help him fulfill his last wish.

"

"Is it necessary to fight?" Feng Jueyu shook his fingers and released all the energy in his body. The aura of the True Yang Divine Flame integrated into the true essence was as fierce as the three-flavored true fire mentioned by the immortals. Since then,

After obtaining Liuhe Fire Refining, Feng Jueyu clearly felt that the other four sects among the Five Elements were too different.

When it comes to martial arts, you have to use the strongest one. If you don’t choose Liuhe Fire Refining, what else can you choose?

Yin Confu was indeed worthy of being a man who had been in seclusion for ninety years. When he saw the true energy that was no worse than his own emerging, his expression did not change at all. He just stared at Feng Jueyu intently and looked behind him.

Luo Jingyin said: "Jingyin, you, Lian Kong, and Wude are going to deal with the other one, Feng Jueyu, leave it to me. Be careful, this person's cultivation is not much worse than his junior brother." He was talking about Longyan.

, it is not difficult to see the cultivation level of Long Yan with the strength of the fourth level of Lingxu. In fact, this is what Yin Congfu is worried about.

"Leave three more people at the seventh level of consciousness, and the rest will retreat to the Wanyue Heavenly Palace." Yin Congfu's heroic spirit suddenly emerged. Qianhong Mountain itself has countless combination attack methods. He knows that if Yiluo chants respectfully, Fang Liankong can

, even if the Lingxu level 1 cultivation of Cheng Wude and the others cannot defeat Long Yan, it is enough to delay it for a while...

However, at this moment, several figures flew from the sky in the distance, no more, no less, exactly thirteen people, the leader of whom was a strong person, like an arrow piercing the sky, arriving in an instant, with a scarred face and a more ferocious figure in his hand.

He was holding a brightly sharpened blood-colored sickle. Behind this person stood twelve extraordinary masters, more than half of whom had reached the level of consciousness. Although they did not reach the peak of the seventh level, they looked like the fifth or sixth level.

There is also.

One of these people held a large flag in his hand, with only the word "wind" embroidered on it, and there was a black claw mark on the cuffs of their clothes, and the cold and murderous intent was unnaturally there.

The thirteen people were released, making people feel as if these people had just climbed out of the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses...

Seeing these thirteen people, Luo Jingyin's expression changed, and when he saw the scarred face, he showed deep fear.

"Luo Ji? Why are you here?"

The people who came were none other than Luo Ji from the Seventy-Two Earthly Evils of the Evil Emperor, and twelve other Earthly Evils members.

"Luo Ji pays homage to the young master." Luo Ji ignored him and bowed respectfully to Feng Jueyu. Each of the twelve Disha members held a stainless steel sword. Although they had not been evaluated by the Longwu Holy Seal, they were all

Without the cold light of the purple flame grade magic weapon, as they bowed down together, everyone shouted in unison: "The hands of the evil emperor, the earth evil has seen the young master..."

Luo Ji stood up, then turned his gaze to Luo Jingyin, a tone of hatred came out spontaneously, and said in a cold tone: "Ten years of exile, the end of the world, Luo Jingyin, I didn't expect you to still remember me..."

"You..." Luo Jingyin looked at Luo Ji, then looked at Feng Jueyu and instantly understood what was going on: "Have you been staying in Zhounan Realm all these years?"

Luo Ji smiled jokingly: "You are in Qianhong Mountain, how can I be too far away from you? Master, please leave this person to my subordinates."

Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, he had promised Luo Ji a long time ago that if one day he could launch a large-scale attack on Wanyue Tiangong, he would hand Luo Jingyin over to Luo Ji to deal with it personally. He nodded and said: "Be careful.

"

Luo Ji respectfully taught the correspondence, and immediately a trace of evil flashed across his brows. He raised the blood sickle to his mouth and licked it bloody with his tongue: "Luo Jingyin, Luo's family has twenty-two lives, and I will take yours today."

Pay with your head, take the move..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Ji held up his blood scythe and rushed down from the mountain. The straight and steep mountain road had no impact on him at all, just like a smooth road. The blood scythe rolled up with a fishy wind and killed him brazenly.

On the other side, Luo Jingyin also shouted loudly and rushed forward without fear of death.

Many elders following Luo Jingyin let out harsh roars and joined the battle group.

The inevitable battle is inevitable.

In an instant, a series of battles broke out in the Western Wilderness. Each of the twelve Disha members were masters who had been personally pointed out by Feng Jueyu and opened up the second dantian. In terms of force, martial arts, and true energy, they were among the masters of the same level.

On the road, Luo Ji approached Luo Jingyin, Cheng Wude, and Fang Liankong and attacked Long Yan, followed by three masters of the sixth level of consciousness, and the others fought with twelve Disha members.

Long Yan's expression did not change in front of the many elders who were roaring and killing him. At this moment, he looked at Feng Jueyu, who nodded slightly, and Long Yan crushed the soul stone in his hand without hesitation.

Dozens of miles away, under the blazing sun, is the majestic ancient city of Wanyue. Ten miles away in the vast wilderness, warriors like sea water are ready to go and are full of energy.

Feng Yixue, Mu Xue, Can Yang, Xu Ningzhong, Old Man Qingchi, Xiao Zetong, Xiao Min, and Yi Bingyan were all among them. When the soul stone in their hands suddenly shattered, infinite pride flashed across everyone's faces.

"kill!"

Without saying a word, with an order, 20,000 martial arts cultivators raised their sharp blades and charged towards the gate of the ancient city...

At this point, the battle between Zhou Nan and the human race has officially begun...


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