There is not a breath of wind in the empty Tiangong hall, and the shadow of the night is always eating away at the light like a giant beast dormant in ancient times, dragging Wanyue Tiangong into a dark corner...
It seems as if nothing has changed in the Tiangong Palace from the beginning. The coldness and solemnity escalates with every question and answer. Murderous intent gradually fills the narrow space. From the continuous roar outside, it can be heard that Wanyue Tiangong is suffering from the biggest pain in two thousand years.
The ruthless brilliance of a storm, the colorful rays of light frequently lingering over the rolling green mountains, causing bloody killings, until it stopped outside the majestic palace...
It seems that the palace and the mountains have formed some kind of spatial barrier. One side is chaotic and noisy, while the other side is silent...
The two people in the hall seemed to have never moved. Except for the clouds and mist transformed by some subtle spiritual magic and divine power left in the air, they slowly dissipated. There was no trace of the battle anymore. The next three breaths seemed like time.
They were all still, and when they were broken by a "tick", a bit of rich vermilion was left on the ground, as if to interpret everything that had happened in the past three breaths.
"you……"
Yan De's thinking is still very vague. He can't even imagine what happened just now. He has rarely taken action in the Black Abyss Sea these years. He has always practiced with a calm mind. It can be said that his artistic conception far exceeds the realm of Xuan Dao.
His own shackles are constantly approaching the divine realm. With his deep-rooted cultivation at the seventh level of Lingxu, his artistic conception is far beyond that of Ning Yao. Even though he suffered a blow from Feng Jueyu in Zhounan Realm a few days ago,
It was a serious injury, but it did not affect his performance.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if he is injured, he is not comparable to an ordinary seventh-level Lingxu.
But he, a "skinny camel", could not learn the traces of Feng Jueyu's spiritual power. With full concentration, Yan De's mind had already formed several scenarios that were very likely to happen after encountering Feng Jueyu.
As a result, he believed that even if he aged and regressed to the point where he could not defeat Feng Jueyu, he would inflict wounds on the opponent that would be difficult to repair in the end.
only……
Such an almost idealistic idea is completely inconsistent with reality...
When Feng Jueyu turned into a cloud of mist, Yan De unexpectedly found that he had no way to make a move. After more than two hundred years of practice, Yan De had never felt like this before. The feeling of being at a loss was deeply engraved in his heart.
He couldn't shake it off in his heart. By the time he suddenly realized it, the outcome had already been decided...
"Spiritual method..." Bright blood spilled from the corner of Yan De's mouth, dripping down onto the light blue gown, as if life was passing by but he couldn't control it.
"Spiritual method, fog sword!" Feng Jueyu stood at his original position with his head raised, as if he had never left that place.
Yan De repeatedly affirmed Yan De's conjecture without any sign of concealment, which made Yan De laugh desperately.
"Mist is water. I didn't expect that you not only have the power of fire spiritual magic, but also have the origin of water. You can practice spiritual magic by yourself, and you have failed."
In despair, Yan De no longer had any thoughts of resistance. Just like every word he had said to Ning Yao, self-cultivated spiritual methods were far more powerful than inherited spiritual methods. Moreover, he had been studying spiritual methods all his life.
Magic, divine power, or spiritual magic created by the original creation, I didn't even dare to think about it. How could I have imagined that the young man in front of me actually mastered the secret of spiritual magic.
Feng Jueyu looked at Yan De coldly, ignoring his emotion. Until now, he had no interest in asking any more questions, because Yan De would definitely die.
Telling words from a dying person is obviously a fool's errand. Looking at Yan De with slightly narrowed eyes, Feng Jueyu said: "It seems that I can't tell you no matter how much I ask you, so let me find it myself."
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Yan De's gums were stained with blood, and he suddenly said ferociously: "Look for them, you will never find them. When they come back, your Feng Jueyu will die."
"You don't need to worry about this." Feng Jueyu sighed quietly, turned around and left without caring, and never moved a finger until he left.
Because he knows that a person without a heart cannot survive...
When leaving the Tiangong Hall, the breath of life behind him finally disappeared. Breathing in the cool air brought by the evening breeze, Feng Jueyu didn't feel the slightest bit relieved. The smell of blood in the air gradually became stronger, and the breath of life was in the air.
As consciousness continued to pass by, he sighed heavily, and his Qi Luck Dantian let out a long roar that resounded through the sky...
The whistling sound rose straight into the clouds, dispersing the heavy clouds and mist in the sky. The next moment, masters with superb cultivation skills came from all directions.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong?"
The leaders were Zhang Yuanze and Yu Wenchen. The two of them came overnight with Zhou Nan's army of warriors and fought all the way from Wanyue Ancient City to Tiangong Mountain. They bloodbathed Qianhong Mountain in less than half an hour. Today's
The Wanyue Heavenly Palace has existed in name only...
Zhang Yuanze's eyes were full of excitement, he couldn't wait to know the outcome of Feng Jueyu's trip, and his eyes kept casting behind him, like a palace that had been dormant on the periphery of the grand plan for nearly two thousand years.
Feng Jueyu shook his head sadly: "We are late, Ning Yao and Yin Confu have already left."
"Run away?" Yu Wenchen opened his mouth in surprise, unable to believe that such a thing would happen to Wanyue Tiangong.
Murderer Luo held the blood sickle with fierce and surging murderous intent, and said simply and decisively: "I will lead people to chase him."
"Save it." Zhang Yuanze sighed in annoyance, stopped Luo Ji and said, "Since they want to leave, no one except Brother Feng can catch up. Besides, they must have been gone for a while."
Xu Ningzhong walked over and muttered: "Holy Emperor, this time Yan De, Ning Yao and Yin Congfu escaped, they are bound to make a comeback, we have to be careful."
Feng Jueyu nodded and then corrected: "Ning Yao and Yin Confu left, Yan De did not leave."
"What about Yan De?" Zhang Yuanze's expression changed slightly. After all, Yan De brought a lot of pressure to Zhang Yuanze and others. When they heard that Yan De was still there, everyone's hearts suddenly became nervous.
When Feng Jueyu saw him talking like this, his expression changed. He smiled silently and said, "Yan De is dead."
"died?"
Everyone was stunned immediately. Feng Jueyu said such a thing in an understatement. It was really unbelievable. Who was Yande? The master of Fairy Danhua, he once defeated Feng Jue with one palm in Zhounan Realm.
Yu’s character, he actually died?
"How did you die?" Yu Wenchen asked in surprise.
Zhang Yuanze looked at Feng Jueyu several times in surprise. After a while, he suddenly realized it. His heart was boiling like a fire. He laughed for a moment and said: "Brother Yuwen, do you still need to ask? Of course it was Brother Feng who did it. Haha, I didn't expect it."
Ah, I didn’t expect that a person like Yan De would die in Brother Feng’s hands. Who else is Brother Feng’s opponent on the outside of this grand plan? Ning Yao and Yin Congfu, just leave.”
Yu Wenchen nodded slightly, but the shock in his heart had not completely passed away. Although Feng Jueyu came one step ahead of them, it was only a small step ahead of them. This small step was probably not even half an hour. This period
In a short period of time, Feng Jueyu was able to deal with the masters who had already gained prominence on the outside of the world a hundred years ago without any injuries. Such strength is simply unbelievable.
Xu Ningzhong and Luo Ji also showed expressions of joy and joy. When they heard that Yan De was dead, the heavy burden on their hearts finally relaxed a lot. Xu Ningzhong asked: "Holy Emperor, what should these disciples of Wanyue Tiangong do?"
How to deal with it?”
Yes, although Yan De is dead, Wanyue Heavenly Palace is still there. As the saying goes, if the grass is cut without eradicating the root, spring will come again. If one day it reappears, it will be another disaster for Zhou Nan.
It's just that Feng Jueyu's hatred was based on the Wanyue Tiangong based on Xiangdong River. Even though there were frequent revenges later, in the end the main characters died and escaped. If they angered the innocent Tiangong disciples,
What is the difference between myself and the bloody executioner?
What's more, they were betrayed by Yan De without realizing it, which is really pitiful.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu closed his eyes in relief, waved his hand heavily and said: "Let's end it here. As long as they leave Wanyue Tiangong and don't regard themselves as disciples of Tiangong in the future, don't embarrass them."
In fact, they are not murderous demons, and sacrifices and losses are inevitable when the two major forces compete. However, after the leader was executed, they have no prospect of continuing to kill. On the contrary, if they continue, they may be criticized.
Infinite cruelty.
Feng Jueyu's method is the best way to solve the problem. Disbanding Wanyue Tiangong and preventing their resurgence not only protects the safety of Zhou Nan, the Sea Clan, and the Spirit Clan, but also stops this endless dispute.
"I will take care of this matter." Zhang Yuanze volunteered, stood up and landed on the highest peak of Tiangong Mountain. With a movement of his body, he turned into a big chapter of his own, first soared into the sky, and then fell straight down, marking the end of Tiangong Mountain.
The main hall of the Heavenly Palace crushed the powder with a roar.
"People of Wanyue Tiangong, listen, your sect leader Elder Yan De is dead. From today on, Wanyue Tiangong will be removed from the periphery of the grand plan. You can no longer appear within the jurisdiction of Wanyue Tiangong. Get out..."
Wanyue Tiangong has no good players at this time. Even if the elders of Qianhong Mountain still exist, but without Yan De, Ning Yao and Yin Congfu will undoubtedly go with the headless snake. In the past year, there have been major and minor wars against Zhou Nan.
They had long been fed up and thought they would die, but when they heard that Zhang Yuanze was deliberately letting them go, they all lost their will to fight. Tens of thousands of warriors fled in all directions...
The once glorious Wan Yue Tiangong has become empty. Except for the ancient city in the hinterland, it has become an empty pool. Since then, Wan Yue Tiangong has been removed from the martial arts on the periphery of the grand plan...