Chaos is powerful, and the Half-Step Saint is indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful it is, can it be stronger than the Four Saints of Heaven?
Looking at the supreme heaven and thousands of planes, except for the most noble dragon and phoenix tribes, no divine beast dared to raise their proud heads in front of the Fourth Saint of Heaven.
With excitement, Gu Fenghua looked back but did not find the familiar figure of the fourth brother.
"Fourth Brother..." she murmured to herself, but she did not receive any response from her.
Did you think wrong? That was not the aura of the fourth brother? As soon as this thought arose, Gu Fenghua immediately denied it.
Everything may be wrong, but she will never admit her mistakes with her brothers.
In that dark and endless void, they have been with her for tens of thousands of years, watching her break out of the cocoon and grow up with her, teaching her the mind and sword skills step by step, and teaching her all kinds of strange techniques and techniques
Although she is not a true blood-loving relative, the brother-sister relationship is closer than the blood-loving relative. How could she admit her mistake?
Gu Fenghua looked at him blankly, and saw Lin Yuantang and others not far away, and suddenly realized.
Yes, after the brothers were seriously injured, they left the Heavenly Heaven. Emperor Haokong Tian didn’t know their whereabouts, and even if they were still alive, let alone they were with him.
This time they return to the supreme heaven, they naturally cannot reveal their whereabouts at will.
Although the fourth brother did not show up, Gu Fenghua knew that he must be looking at him, just like when he was concentrating on his cultivation, standing behind him and silently looking at him. The moment he turned around inadvertently, he would see
He smiled happily.
"Brother, I won't let you down. I won't let you down before, nor will I do it in the future!" Gu Fenghua said silently in his heart, raised his head, took firm steps, and continued to walk towards the next Taoist pool...
"Don't you really want to see Fenghua?" After the misty spiritual mist, his eyes stared at Gu Fenghua's slender and graceful figure, and he could not look away for a long time. In the lost voice, a young and handsome figure gradually appeared.
Charming face.
"No." Another voice sounded, and his tone was obviously a little irritable.
In the spiritual fog, a young face appeared faintly, equally handsome and more upright, but it gave people a feeling of coldness that people should not be approached by strangers.
"Oh, but I really want to see her." The handsome man sighed.
"Don't forget our promise." The cold man reminded him solemnly, but his voice became even more irritable.
"What the hell is that old guy thinking? He actually wants us to make such a bullshit promise?" The handsome man covered his forehead in pain and complained with depression.
"This is normal. If Fenghua had been living under our wings, he would probably never be able to become a real strong man. How dare he entrust his life to her?" The cold man sighed and looked at Gu.
Fenghua's eyes showed a little tenderness and anticipation, and suddenly, there was a kind of magic that was breathtaking.
"Isn't Fenghua strong enough? I have become the strongest man in Wuji Shengtian in just a few years. Even if you and me were in such a plane, it wouldn't be possible to have such cultivation in such a short time.
"The handsome man said dissatisfied.
"What about comparing with Emperor Ling Xutian?" asked the cold and stern man.
"Uh...this..." The handsome man was speechless by his questioning.