Feng Moting looked at the hexagram with an unpleasant expression. What exactly is this glimmer of hope
"Oh no! Oh no!"
Feng Yunan ran in from outside, and before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly said, "Cousin! It's bad! The Buddhist temple has turned into a gap, and seawater is rushing towards us! Once the seawater touches us, all our magic power will be lost! Cousin! What should we do?"
"Is there such a thing?"
Feng Moting suddenly looked at the hexagram, and had a vague guess in his mind, could it be that the great disaster of Yang Kun and his group was also a great disaster of the immortal world? And the place where the disaster occurred was the Buddhist temple!
Buddhist temple! That’s right! Buddhist temples are buildings built on the border between the immortal and mortal worlds! At first, some people said that the place where this Buddhist temple was built was not very good, but I didn’t expect there would be such a reason. But why didn’t it happen before
Feng Moting suddenly thought of Monk Huiwu. He remembered that the host master said that this was Monk Huiwu's disaster and only he could solve it.
Originally I thought the host master was talking about Monk Huiwu committing suicide to give the Feng family an explanation, but I didn't expect that he actually meant this!
Master Host, Master Host! You really have hidden so many secrets for your good disciple!
If Feng Mo Ting guessed correctly, the reason why no major disasters occurred in the fairy world before was because Monk Huiwu was in charge of the Buddhist temple, so the Buddhist temple did not disappear, and so the flood did not occur.
Unexpectedly, their revenge would lead to such a big incident. Did the Feng family really deserve it? Shouldn't they take revenge
Before Feng Moting could finish his thought, Feng Yunan pulled him out.
"It's already this late, cousin, you're still standing here thinking about things! If you don't leave, I'm afraid the flood will come!"
Feng Yunan pulled Feng Moting out while carefully observing the surroundings. However, as soon as Feng Moting and Feng Yunan ran out, they saw a turbulent flood rushing towards them!
“Run!”
Feng Moting originally wanted to take out his flying magic weapon and fly to a high place, but he saw someone flying to the air before, then fell down again, and then was submerged by the flood and disappeared.
Feng Mo Ting was at a loss, so he took out his flying magic weapon and wanted to give it a try.
The flying magic weapon quickly flew into the air, but Feng Moting found that the spiritual energy in his body was disappearing rapidly, and finally there was no trace of spiritual energy at all.
It seems that flying in mid-air will make the spiritual energy disappear!
Feng Moting found it a little hard to accept this discovery, but he quickly pulled Feng Yunan forward.
"Run to Burning Heart Mountain!"
Feng Yunan suddenly spoke up, which made Feng Moting a little confused: "Why are you running to Fenxin Mountain?"
"Cousin, have you forgotten? Fenxin Mountain is high and has a formation, so it's best to run to Fenxin Mountain now!"
"Okay! I'll listen to you!"
Feng Moting pulled Fengyu Nandiao and changed direction, running towards Fenxin Mountain.
Fortunately, Feng Moting regained his spiritual energy after landing on the ground, so he did not get exhausted when pulling Feng Yunan towards Fenxin Mountain, and he also successfully ran across the flood.
There is flooding in the fairy world, and the mortal world is also suffering.
Yang Kun looked at the huge flood that was flooding the world with a very ugly expression.
Unexpectedly, he and Lilith hurried back to the mortal world, even having Lilith use her ultimate move, and they saw that the mortal world had become a vast ocean, with only a few high places still struggling to hold on.