2. Chapter 2 The most painful knife in the heart 2
It only took her less than five hundred years to cultivate her seven-tails and eight-tails, which would have taken at least thousands of years for other cats of the same kind! And it only took her only a few thousand years to cultivate to the supreme nine-tails.
for three years.
In the entire Ziyun Continent, there are only a handful of powerful cats who can cultivate to the nine-tail level. Even if there are, they have spent tens of thousands of years to achieve such an achievement!
At such a young age, Murong Feixue has already cultivated to the level of the Supreme Nine Tails. She is extremely talented and beautiful, and will be proud of herself for eternity!
Murong Feixue was playful and active by nature, and never took the initiative to practice. Even so, her cultivation was still far faster than her peers.
This is the so-called talent, the beloved child of God, who is born to be admired by all generations and admired by all living beings.
Blood flowed all over the ground, and the green jasper was dyed bright red. It became the background of Murong Feixue...
And beside her, there was a man standing side by side.
The extraordinary beauty of the face, the elegant facial features mixed with the unique temperament of elegance and evil charm, contain the cold arrogance and domineering that belong to men. A pair of jet black eyes are as deep as the enchanting night, and one look at it makes one feel like he is about to fall into the endless sky.
Like an abyss at the bottom.
Every time Murong Feixue's spiritual power vibrated and took away a life, she would naturally turn back to look at him. And he would always look at Murong Fei lovingly with a gentle and doting smile.
Snow.
This man is Situ Longkong. Legend has it that he is the direct descendant of the Dragon God of the East China Sea and the future master of the East China Sea. He is extremely talented in cultivation and is the first person in the history of the Dragon Clan!
Interestingly, the Dragon Clan and the Cat Clan were originally incompatible, and their hatred lasted for thousands of years. But Murong Feixue and Situ Longkong just wanted to love each other, and they wanted to show their love to the world!
No matter what hatred he has, no matter what race he is, if you love him, you love him. So what if I, Murong Feixue, love me!
The Dragon Clan dares to stop me, I, Murong Feixue, destroyed the Dragon Clan, everyone in the world dares to stop me, I, Murong Feixue, will not hesitate to be the enemy of the world, Emperor Jin dares to stop me, I, Murong Feixue, will demolish the Lingxiao Palace of the Emperor Jin today!
Countless yellow scarf warriors rushed out, and hundreds of roaring Golden Bell Dragon Gods came from the sky, surrounding Murong Feixue from all directions. There were layers upon layers, and the eyes were full of menacing enemies...
In this desperate situation, she smiled lightly, flicked her nine tails charmingly, and shouted sweetly: "Come all, come together, so I don't have to look for you one by one!"
Hundreds of dragons roared in anger, and strong men reached up to the sky. Murong Feixue and Situ Longkong used the power of two people to defeat tens of thousands of people. They surrounded the Golden Emperor's Lingxiao Palace with auspicious clouds and killed ghosts crying and wolves howling. The wind and clouds will not change!
"ha!"
With a soft shout, she rushed forward with a rush of wind, and used a claw, five claw marks scratched the entire sky. Dozens of heaven-level masters and more than ten golden bell dragons were seriously injured by one claw, and wailed everywhere, and the golden dragons were scratched.
Blood flowed down from the blue sky ninety thousand miles away, turning into golden drizzles that moistened everything in silence.
Murong Feixue's graceful figure suddenly advanced, suddenly disappeared, and her sharp claws flew. Hundreds of heaven-level masters and half of the Golden Bell Dragon Gods had been seriously injured by her, and they were unable to fight anymore.
Murong Feixue's white clothes were flying in the wind, and she shouted loudly: "Is it possible that the Golden Emperor Lingxiao Palace is so careless about killing? It seems that I, Murong Feixue, really think highly of you..."
Murong Feixue walked step by step towards the direction of Jin Emperor's Lingxiao Palace. Not far away, she saw the trembling figure of Jin Emperor.
Murong Feixue looked at the Golden Emperor, smiled evilly, and said: "From now on, you are no longer the master of the Golden Emperor's Lingxiao Palace, and you are no longer the Golden Emperor. This Golden Emperor... Whoever you want to be can be.
Go, anyway, it can’t be you, it can’t be the person who doesn’t allow me and Long Kong to fall in love!”
