In the air, the fragrance of flowers remains.
Wan Xiangcen did not appear, but the scent of Wan Hua Mi Butterfly was lingering on her body, obviously she was already nearby.
The six disciples of the evil sect climbed up from the ground, holding the bloody severed fingers in their hands, stood there in awe, hunched over, as if they were visiting a god.
Zhao Tian couldn't tell the shock. These Evil Sect disciples were all top-notch, and they had entered the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation. They were heroes everywhere, but at this moment they were in such awe of a woman.
Could it be that His Royal Highness, the seventh hall of the Senluo Hall, is so terrifying
"Our Highness intends to recruit your Excellency and become the guardian of the seventh hall of Senluo Temple. I wonder what the Master Qianfu would like?" A man with a red complexion, wearing a black robe, stood on top of a snow-covered cedar tree. .
The man's voice was shrill, with a sissy feeling. The black robe was blown up by the cold wind, revealing the white Confucian robe underneath.
He came very strangely, and the shadow flashed, and he appeared there.
Feng Feiyun felt a terrifying chill, just like Jiuhan Xuanbing underground, raised his head, stared at the man in the treetop, and said with a smile, "Guardian of the temple, what kind of official is this?"
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed, and he naturally saw the white Confucian shirt under the man's black robe.
"Haha!" The man laughed loudly and said: "The ten halls of Senluo Hall, each hall has a highness, who is the strongest of the younger generation in each hall. And each highness has one to three people sitting down. The guardian of the temple, the cultivation base is against the sky, second only to His Royal Highness."
"A hundred years later, when His Royal Highness inherits the position of the palace master, the guardian of the palace will also become the god general of the palace, and the status is only under the palace master and the deputy palace master. How big do you think this official is? Even the divine general who leads the millions of heroic divisions of the Shenwu Army is not as good as a finger of the divine general of the temple guard."
The Shenwu Army is the first combat power of the Shenjin Dynasty, and it can command the division to destroy the Immortal Sect and slaughter an overlord-level Immortal Cultivation Family.
The official ranks are divided into ten commanders, hundred commanders, thousand commanders, ten thousand commanders, commanders of generals, generals of gods, and princes of heaven.
General order, can command 100,000 Shenwu army.
A god general, who can command a million army of gods.
Tianhou, with an extremely high status, has generally existed since the establishment of the Shenjin Dynasty. He is a hereditary prince, inherited for thousands of years, and has an ancient and huge family behind it, and its Shenwu Army has at least tens of millions.
Some Heavenly Marquis can even hold hundreds of millions of Divine Martial Army.
In the Shenjin Dynasty, there were as many clans and clans as cattle. The top four clans were naturally the top four, and the families of the Eighteen Lords of Heaven were the second-tier top clans.
As for the Feng family, Qin family, and Ji family in Nantaifu, these dominant families, although they seem to be powerful and prosperous, they are dozens of times different from the Tianhou family. More incomparable.
The Eighteen Heavenly Marquis Mansion and the four major clans are the princes and generals of the Shenjin Dynasty.
Families like the Feng family and the Qin family have passed down for thousands of years, but they can't compare with the thousands of years of other people's heritage. They can only be regarded as landlords and wealthy families in a small place.
It can be said that the Shenwu Army is indeed incomparably powerful, but the number of Shenwu Army sitting down by a Tianhou is tens of millions, and there are tens of thousands of thousands of commanders.
A thousand-man army master of the Shenwu Army can really only be regarded as "Chinese cabbage".
If Feng Daniu is really a thousand servants of the Shenwu Army, and someone wants to recruit him to be the temple protector of His Highness Xie Zong, he will definitely agree, but Feng Daniu is not Feng Daniu.
"Lv Sanchuan, you shameless traitor, you bowed down to your knees, you were afraid of being beaten by the people of the evil sect, knelt on the ground, willing to be a servant of the evil sect, and wanted others to be the lackey of the evil sect like you?" Zhao Tian ignored his body. The injury, roared sharply.
"court death!"
The man standing on the top of the tree changed his face, and when he heard the word "minion", a chill rushed over his body, and an iceberg more than ten meters high condensed in his hand, and the cold air would freeze the iron blocks.
The iceberg fell, with a terrifying whistling sound, and the ground sank under the pressure.
Feng Feiyun had heard the name of Lu Sanchuan, and he was the hero of the younger generation of the Vientiane Pagoda. Seven years ago, he reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the God Foundation. It is rumored that he has cultivated 330 life points.
In the realm of Shenji's Great Perfection, only Shi Yelai could hold him down.
After Shi Yelai survived the calamity and reached the first level of destiny, Lu Sanchuan almost became the first person in the Vientiane Pagoda to achieve great perfection.
Such an outstanding person actually succumbed to the evil power of the evil sect and became the guardian of the seventh hall, wearing white Confucian clothes and black robes.
It's no wonder that the people of the evil sect can wantonly humiliate the students of the Vientiane Pagoda. There are many bones in the Vientiane Pagoda.
Lu Sanchuan's cultivation is indeed terrifying. Zhao Tian, who is also in the Great Perfection Realm of the God Foundation, has no power to fight back, and he can't even move his fingers, so he can only shout: "Lu Sanchuan, you are also worthy of being a man. , watching the woman in the Vientiane Tower being bullied by the evil sect's villains, did you not feel touched at all?"
Zhao Tian roared piercingly, and blood spit out from his mouth.
The blood was condensed into blood clots by the cold air.
"I'm afraid he also joined the ranks of bullying the stunning women of the Vientiane Tower."
Feng Feiyun stood in front of Zhao Tian, the black iron armor on his body shot into the sky, the strength of his luck pulled out an arc of swords, the light of the sword was like a wave of the sea, surging up, breaking the iceberg into pieces .
"Whoa!"
Lu Sanchuan was indeed terrifying. The sword in Feng Feiyun's hand slammed, and a sword fell to the ground, which was shattered by the cold air of the iceberg.
"Your cultivation is nothing more than that, haha!" Lu Sanchuan thought he was stronger than Feng Feiyun, and broke Feng Feiyun's sword.
Feng Feiyun did not fight back, after all, Lu Sanchuan's cultivation was indeed terrifying, but he was not invincible.
This sword was originally the sergeant's sword of the Shenwu Army, and it was not a magic weapon.
If you change the white stone giant sword, try it
Zhao Tian bowed to Feng Feiyun gratefully and said, "Thank you, Lord Qianfu, for your help. These evil sects are ruthless and powerful. If Lord Qianfu offends them, there will be endless troubles. Why not join me in the Vientiane Tower..."
Zhao Tian saw that the cultivation of this Lord Shenwu Qianfu was very good, and he had extraordinary courage, and wanted to win him into the Vientiane Tower to compete with the evil sect.
"Haha! In front of our evil sect, the Vientiane Pagoda is just the fish on the chopping board. Our evil sect eats it if we want, ravages it if we want to, and tramples it if we want to." Lu Sanchuan's laughter was even sharper. The posture is excellent, but the voice is like the eunuch in the palace.
Feng Feiyun carried the broken knife and snorted coldly: "What this general hates most is your bully and fear of hardship!"
Lu Sanchuan's eyes were cold, and his whole body was covered with ice crystals. There were nine huge icebergs imagining behind him. For a time, the air was chilling, and even the six evil sect disciples had to retreat in order to resist this. Share chill.
This is the weather of Lu Sanchuan "Nine Mountains and Ice Sky".
Feng Feiyun stood upright, blocking the cold with his body, a cloud of fire emerged from the armor, and the heat wave burned the bluestone on the ground into a mirror.
"I've been there in the past, Yangliu Yiyi. Now I'm thinking about it, Yu Xue Fei Fei..." The singing of the guzheng came from the Qianmei Manor, and the guzheng was clear, like a fairy godmother unloaded from Jiutian.
The sound of the guzheng drifted with the wind and spread throughout the ancient city of Qianhua covered with ice and snow.
The snow in the sky is more beautiful, like a spiritual flower falling from the sky, not because of the beauty of the snow itself, but because of the guzheng floating in the snow.
The singing is naturally also extremely beautiful, and it is difficult to find a second such beautiful voice in the world.
Feng Feiyun and Lu Sanchuan were already at each other's throats and wanted to fight for a while, but when they heard the singing wafting from Qianmei Manor, they were attracted at the same time, and they couldn't even raise their fighting spirit.
Feng Feiyun was excited, his fingers pinched the blood-red plum blossoms wafting from the manor, and sniffing it on the tip of his nose, as if he had already smelled the fragrance of Yiren.
In this world, Feng Feiyun only knows two people who can play music to such a degree. Nangong Hongyan's "Who Laughs for Hongyan" under the guzheng of Nangong Hongyan, and "Sleeping in the Rain" under the Dongfang Jingyue Hongyu Pipa.
A grief makes people cry uncontrollably; a tenderness makes people fall asleep in a sweet dream.
This is the sound of the guzheng...
As long as the fate is not over, we can still see each other in the red dust.
It's her, it must be her, she is in Qianmei Manor, who is she playing the qin and singing for
"let's go!"
A fragrant wind drifted from the sky, and vaguely you could see a coquettish figure flying by and entering Qianmei Manor. Even Zhao Tian was lost when he saw this figure, but Feng Feiyun was not interested in her at the moment. There is no interest at all, his mind has been completely occupied by that person.
In front of that person, all the women in the world are fleeting, not worth mentioning.
The six disciples of Sen Luo's seventh hall and Lu Sanchuan entered Qianmei Manor one after another and followed.
"Boom, bang, bang, bang!"
Feng Feiyun chopped four knives in a row, and released the four female students of the Vientiane Tower who were locked by iron chains. The iron chains fell to the ground. These four beautiful and moving women were still standing there motionless. As if petrified.
After a long while, there was an absolute color in their beauty. This was a sense of shame, and they felt the filth of their bodies. This filth overwhelmed their previous honor and arrogance.
At the same time, he patted his forehead with a palm, not wanting to live in this world with shame anymore.
Fortunately, Feng Feiyun noticed in advance that their expressions were not good, and took action to restrain them, sealing their hands with spiritual magic.
"The most precious thing in people is life. There is only one life. Once you die, there is nothing left." Feng Feiyun said.
"Yaren, thank you Lord Qianfu for saving us from the sea of misery, but please, Lord Qianfu, you will help us no matter what, so that we have died and the humiliation imposed on us by the Evil Sect." Yaren said with tears streaming down his face, his eyes full of tears. The color of pleading, their experience, has made them unwilling to live anymore.
What kind of encounter is this, so that the immortal cultivator with strong mind does not want to live anymore