Several disciples came in a hurry, and their faces looked a little ugly.
There was something strange about his anxious look.
Kong Xuan frowned slightly and stopped to wait.
"But what happened?"
Kong Xuan's mind suddenly flashed with the images of those remnants, and he secretly thought something was wrong.
He was afraid that those extremely evil people, who had not killed them all, would come back from other directions and invade the depths of the Phoenix Clan's Everlasting Volcano while he was strangling the rebellion here.
Facing Kong Xuan's inquiry, these disciples waved their hands repeatedly for fear of being misunderstood.
"Uncle, I don't know. It was the elders who asked me to come and invite you back to Wuhu Mountain. They said they had prepared an excellent thank you banquet."
"I see."
Kong Xuan frowned thoughtfully, then showed a slightly bitter smile.
The disturbance here had just calmed down, and before he had time to take a breath, a thank you banquet was prepared over there. It was obvious that the timing was right, so that he would not be allowed to stay longer at the Wuhu Volcano.
Such indifferent behavior gradually depressed Kong Xuan's mood.
He nodded calmly, without showing his emotions, and followed several disciples, continuing to fly in the direction of the Everlasting Volcano.
At this time, the interior of the volcano is decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
Countless birds dance here, and various delicacies are prepared to prepare a huge banquet.
The elders sitting at the main table, with glowing faces, smiling and chatting, mingling with each other, seemed to be celebrating the coming of the New Year.
The pain of being oppressed at the beginning has long since disappeared.
These old guys have been enjoying themselves for tens of thousands of years and have never done anything practical for the Phoenix Clan. They spend their days immersed in the glory of the Feng Clan.
The banquet in front of us is an excellent testimony.
Kong Xuan followed several young disciples and came to the banquet. Looking at the scene in front of him, his face couldn't help but look sad.
"The elders have gone too far. If uncle Kong Xuan hadn't helped us, we would have been suppressed deep in the volcano by other races."
"My uncle is out there throwing away his life and blood, devoting everything for the prosperity of the race, but these old guys are organizing banquets and watching singing and dancing. It's really disgusting."
"With such actions and inaction, how can our Phoenix Clan return to its ancient peak? It's really sad."
The eyes of the many fresh blood who were introduced showed sadness, anger and anger.
But facing those powerful ancestors, there was nothing they could do.
The hierarchy of elders and younger ones within the Feng Clan is extremely well-organized, and those below are not qualified to commit crimes.
Feeling the change in the surrounding atmosphere, Kong Xuan frowned slightly.
He walked directly to the banquet, and before he could speak, the elder sitting at the main seat smiled and waved his hand, motioning for Kong Xuan to sit in front of him.
The unique talent of the Phoenix Clan can regenerate the aging bloodline from the ashes.
These old guys who are lingering on their last breath are all characters who have survived the dragon and phoenix calamity, and their status is even much higher than that of Kong Xuan.
The reason why they are all in the Da Luo realm is just because they have been worn down by time and their cultivation continues to decline.
In a beautiful and prosperous environment, they have indulged in several societies and have long since given up their original unruliness. They look like pigs waiting to die.
However, it still maintains its original attitude.
When they faced Kong Xuan, there was no respect in their eyes, as if they were elders lecturing disobedient children, and their words were quite arrogant.
"Kong Xuan, you have done a very good job. According to the spies' reports, you have suppressed the surrounding rebellions. The desires in the hearts of those nightclubs have been blocked by blood and corpses. I believe it won't be long before the Fuyu Volcano will return to its former glory.
of peace and tranquility.”
"Thanks to your efforts in this battle, the Phoenix Clan will always remember your kindness. I have been preparing for this thank you banquet for a long time. Come, come, have three drinks with me!"
Kong Xuan's eyes flickered and he did not reply to the elder's invitation.
He stood there arrogantly, with his thoughts in confusion.
He seemed to think of that lonely and desolate era, when he held his younger brother and ran away randomly while being hunted by the elders.
At that time, the sky and the earth were extremely cold.
Kong Xuan was nothing more than a mere heavenly being. He was bewildered by the endless fury of the Phoenix Clan, and had to burn his blood every time to escape from the encirclement.
The purpose of chasing him was just because of his strange appearance and mutated bloodline.
After rescuing his younger brother, Kong Xuan was seriously injured and spent tens of thousands of years recovering, barely able to return to 30% of his original condition.
This kind of pain, like a nightmare, appears in his mind every night, making Kong Xuan's temperament extremely aloof and cold.
Even the golden-winged roc left an indelible shadow in his heart.
It's not that the two brothers have incompatible personalities, but every time they meet, they are reminded of the painful memories of that time.
I thought that Kong Xuan would meet these old guys in this life, but I didn't expect that after he became a quasi-sage, the other party would arrange for him to return to Wuhu Mountain in a high profile to become the guard of the Phoenix clan.
How many times have there been wind, frost, rain and snow, how many times have the battlefields been smoky.
For the sake of the safety and glory of the race, Kong Xuan worked hard many times before and after the horse.
However, in their eyes, no matter how noble their bloodline is and no matter how much they have contributed, in the final analysis they are just foreigners.
Seeing their intoxicated looks, and thinking of the hard work his parents had put in for the continuation of the race, the anger in Kong Xuan's heart continued to burn like a raging fire.
He reached out his hand and crushed the wine cup in front of him.
Kong Xuan's voice became increasingly cold and hoarse, like the master of heaven and earth who controls all living beings, speaking in an extremely cold and ruthless voice.
"Elders, you probably rarely wear your robes, right?"
The sound of the wine cup breaking was particularly clear, making the noise in the banquet suddenly disappear.
Those singing and dancing birds were very sensible and secretly thought something bad in their hearts, so they retreated one after another, for fear of being contaminated by Kong Xuan's anger.
Faced with Kong Xuan's doubts, several elders present frowned slightly.
They looked at each other, confused.
The Taoist robes they wear are the fiery red plum blossoms unique to the Feng tribe.
The Taoist robe is exceptionally beautifully woven, with a sparkling surface that shines brightly and brightly in the sunlight, like a carefully polished ruby, soft yet noble.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is a budding red plum on the chest, shining brightly, disturbing the light of heaven and earth, exposing the nobility and tyranny of the Phoenix clan.
In comparison, Kong Xuan's Taoist robe looked extremely embarrassing.
In several battles, Kong Xuan's Taoist robes were riddled with holes, like tattered strips of cloth draped casually on his shoulders, vaguely smelling of rot and decay.
The wind, frost, rain and snow during this period put great pressure on the spirit. Even if Kong Xuan was a powerful quasi-sage, he could not resist it.
The consumption of wheel battles made him exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted.
His efforts were seen by many of the younger generations, who wanted to intercede for Kong Xuan and let him sit in power at all costs, but were rejected by these elders with their righteous words and impure blood.
Now standing in front of these elders, Kong Xuan looked like a down-and-out beggar, begging in front of the palace nobles, looking particularly funny.
However, no one dared to respond.
Because everyone can feel the pressure in the air.
It was like a terrifying precursor to the impending storm and the roar of the sea.
"Kong Xuan, what do you want to do?"
The great elder, who was at the top of the list, frowned, his voice was hoarse, and he accused him condescendingly.
To him, it was a disrespectful act for Kong Xuan, a back-handed person, to crush the wine cup he handed to him in public.
If it weren't for the great contributions he had made to the Phoenix Clan and his outstanding achievements over the years, the Great Elder would have driven him out of the Everlasting Volcano long ago to prevent this madman from disrupting the minds of other fresh blood here.
Faced with the great elder's accusation, Kong Xuan smiled calmly.
His expression looked warm and indifferent in the sunshine.
The boundless coercion seeped out like the earth was shattering, making the atmosphere suddenly dull.
"Elders, the Feng Clan's red plum robe should be stained with blood, soil, wind and frost, as well as the light and shadow of swords. It should be reborn from the ashes in the midst of fighting and fighting, instead of being pampered and glamorous like you, doing nothing for the beauty in front of you."
"You're so presumptuous, no matter who you are, you're worthy of blaming us!"
"Kong Xuan, don't show shame!"
"You are just a bastard, what are you pretending to be?"
Before he finished speaking, several elders jumped out, pointed at Kong Xuan's nose and cursed loudly.
Their words were extremely bad.
Several Yuanhui have not left the Everlasting Volcano, which makes their dependence on seniority particularly strong in their hearts.
This kind of dependence even forgets the level gap between them. When facing Kong Xuan, they seem to still use the old routine of scolding and beating him, as if in their eyes, Kong Xuan has no qualifications to shout with them.
Seeing the other party's ugly appearance, Kong Xuan suddenly laughed.
Behind him, a splendid five-color divine light was revealed, swaying gently and swaying wantonly. The vast quasi-holy charm was overwhelming, as if the sky was falling apart, and the entire banquet was directly wrapped up.
The colorful rays of light rushed forward, tearing apart the bodies of the elders in front of them. They didn't even have a chance to shout before they completely turned into steaming flames.
"Uncle, are you crazy?"
The disciples who were standing nearby watching the situation couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
No one thought that Kong Xuan, who had always been gentle and gentle, would do such a crazy thing.
Kong Xuan laughed calmly, with a bit of cruelty and madness in his eyes.
He is not crazy, he has never been sober as he is now.
What Bie Zhi said is that all doubts and ridicules are just the incompetent barking of the weak.
In the face of absolute realm crushing, all problems will disappear.
Thinking of this, Kong Xuan opened his mouth and suddenly swallowed all the flames in front of him into his body.
These flames have a melodious aura and are formed by the condensed blood essence of the elders.
If they were placed deep in the flames, these elders would be reborn from the fire within a hundred years. However, Kong Xuan obviously did not want them to survive.
After he swallowed the flame directly into his belly, he pushed forward the technique to refine it.
The flavor of death quietly filled the air, making the banquet exude the oppressive flavor of death.
The many young disciples present stared wide-eyed and remained silent, not daring to make the slightest move. Their hearts were gradually filled with the smell of fear and killing.