Feng Feiyun's experience is so extensive, he has seen countless strange things in his life, and he is a little dignified at this moment.
"Leave a ray of soul..." Princess Luofu said to herself.
Could it be that the so-called name of the holy monument is to leave a ray of soul and sell one's own soul to the holy monument, so as to be favored by the luck of the holy monument and become the supreme talent of an era.
This seems incredible, but it is also the only explanation.
In fact, the biggest doubt in the hearts of Feng Feiyun and Princess Luofu at this moment is, "Is it just a holy monument?"
Feng Feiyun stared at Princess Luofu and said, "Do you still want to leave your name on the holy monument?"
There was a struggle in Princess Luofu's star eyes. This was a difficult choice. The name of the holy monument was readily available, but after the name was left, a ray of soul had to be sacrificed.
For other people, let alone giving up a ray of soul, even if they are willing to give their life, but for a proud woman like Princess Luofu, this is more than taking her life. difficult.
It is conceivable that when the sages of human beings made such a choice, they were probably the same as Princess Luofu's mood at the moment.
No one knows what kind of calamity they will face in the future after leaving a ray of soul here. For the real strong people, they do not want to put their own lives in the hands of others.
Princess Luofu clenched her teeth and said, "This world is a pyramid, and everyone must have something to rely on. It is impossible to rely on one person to conquer the world. Leaving a strand of soul here is not just about bad thing."
Feng Feiyun said noncommittally, "Have you made up your mind?"
"As long as you can put your name on the holy monument, you can get the luck of the holy monument, and you can get the support of countless people. It is just around the corner to ascend the throne of the empress." Princess Luofu's beautiful eyes and Nangong Hongyan's eyes are the same. Beauty, but in her eyes, there was murderous intent.
Feng Feiyun naturally captured the killing intent in her eyes. She was not afraid that Feng Feiyun would compete with her for a name on the holy monument, but she wanted to kill her.
She didn't want anyone to know the real scene in the holy monument. As long as Feng Feiyun was obliterated here, it would be impossible for the world to know that she dedicated a ray of her soul to the holy monument.
This matter is of great importance to her future enthronement as the empress, and she will not allow any mistakes to occur.
"Shh!"
Feng Feiyun unfolded the speed of reincarnation, and in an instant he moved to a hundred feet away, and was hit by a giant hole in the position where he was standing just now.
"Escape very fast!" Although Princess Luofu was a little surprised, she didn't take it to heart. In her opinion, killing Feng Feiyun was not a difficult task.
She took another shot and used the power of nine dragons and tigers in a row, but she still didn't hit Feng Feiyun. His speed was faster than she imagined.
Feng Feiyun's figure has turned into the wind, even with Princess Luofu's eyesight, he can only see a faint shadow of him, and the speed is faster than her speed.
"Your Highness, I have no interest in who will be the future master of the Shenjin Dynasty. You are too hostile to me." Feng Feiyun's voice was very ethereal, like the sound of wind flowing in the air.
Princess Luofu stood there, slender and holy, like a queen of the ages, sneering: "Unless you die, my heart will be uneasy forever."
"But you are not destined to kill me today." Feng Feiyun sneered.
The speed of the eight dragon chariots naturally catches up with Feng Feiyun, but, with the suppression of the holy monument, the spiritual tool cannot exert its power at all. fast.
Princess Luofu naturally knew this.
"Humph! Feng Feiyun, if you dare to talk nonsense outside, I can guarantee that you will not survive for three days." Princess Luofu snorted coldly, and then boarded the eight dragon carriages, riding the dragon carriages, already rushing towards After descending the mountain, the light of the holy monument flew out.
Feng Feiyun's figure appeared, staring deeply at the direction Princess Luofu was leaving, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the cliff not far away, a graceful woman in golden clothes hovered in the air. There, the body is translucent.
This is a ray of soul left by Princess Luofu!
This is the first time Feng Feiyun has looked directly at Princess Luofu's figure. She is indeed one of the top five beauties in the Shenjin Dynasty. Her front is bulging and her waist is slender. She is still very young, with white ears on her ears. A string of silver tassel, American capital is fascinating, the neck is slender and white and tender, like a proud snow goose.
She has the unruliness and willfulness of a royal goddess, but more of a kind of wisdom and shrewdness.
It gives a feeling of unfathomable depth, a feeling that cannot be seen through.
But at this moment, this ray of soul, like the souls of other sages, lost its arrogance and aura, leaving only a humility, looking at the top of the mountain.
"Fate should be in my own hands, but I want to see what kind of power it is, and want to control the fate of others?" Feng Feiyun's eyes were filled with a firm color, looking at the sacred monument. No, but his eyes were still resolute and unyielding.
He walked towards the top of the holy monument step by step.
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On the edge of the holy lake, the monks gathered, all looking in the direction of the holy monument, waiting for the result.
Above the holy monument, a golden brilliance dazzled and flickered, and three bright ancient characters, like the stars above the sky, appeared on the wall of the holy monument, "Long Luofu".
"boom!"
The whole place is boiling!
"My God, Princess Luofu has left her name on the holy monument!"
"Princess Luofu finally took away the fruit of Feng Feiyun's victory, and became a sage who has been famous for all ages. The sad Feng Feiyun, poor baby!"
"I heard that after leaving the name on the holy monument, the cultivation base will be greatly improved. I wonder what level Princess Luofu will be promoted to?"
"What kind of realm, no one can know, but she will definitely get the luck of the holy tablet and be promoted to the list of epic geniuses."
"Boom!"
The lake light of the holy monument turned on, and the eight dragon chariots flew out from the inside and flew to the sky. The eight dragon souls were suspended in the sky, roaring with their teeth and claws.
"Congratulations to Princess Sacred Monument. After today, the entire Divine Jin Dynasty will tremble at the feet of Her Royal Highness." Eunuch Yu was full of joy, and hurriedly went up to him and knelt directly in front of Princess Luofu.
In the identity of Eunuch Yu, there was no need to kneel in front of Princess Luofu before, but now it is different. Princess Luofu's identity and status have risen more than tenfold.
The eight internal masters and those disciples rushed over, all knelt on the ground, and each of them was extremely excited and sang their praises.
"After the holy monument is named, Her Royal Highness will become the first person in this era, covering the light of epic geniuses."
"The emperor will be very happy when he hears this news, and the entire dynasty will be excited about it. I have sent this news back to the capital of God."
"Tonight's gods are destined to be sleepless nights."
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These people were all excited, and kept kowtowing in front of Princess Luofu, as if they were kneeling down to the emperor. No wonder they were so excited. If Princess Luofu ascended the throne, they would all be honored.
"I'll return to the capital now." Princess Luofu's voice was flat.
The brilliance above the eight dragon chariots skyrocketed, and the golden light filled the sky.
Eunuch Yu, the great masters, and the disciples, got up from the ground, then retreated toward the northern sky, and returned to the capital of the gods.
Of course, there are some people who don't want Princess Luofu to return to the capital alive and want to take action and kill her, but the speed of the Babu Dragons is so fast that even Juqing can't catch up, so they can only watch Luofu helplessly. The princess leaves.
"The gods have a good show to watch. The most urgent thing now is to be the crown prince Longshenya, and the position of the prince may not be guaranteed." Some people have predicted that there will be a bloody storm in the gods.
"Hey, there are many forces in the DPRK that are still watching. I'm afraid it's time to stand in line. Within five years, the gods will change greatly."
"In the battle between the princess and the prince, it was the prince who had the upper hand, but Princess Luofu's name on the holy monument will definitely get the support of many forces. It is impossible to say that the prince will be pushed back after a very short period of time."
"Behind the prince is the Beiming family, and he is the nephew of Lord Dazai. Princess Luofu won't be able to defeat the prince so easily."
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On the shore of the holy lake, countless monks gathered, many of whom were far-sighted and had seen the capital of God hundreds of thousands of miles away, and there must have been undercurrents.
At the speed of the eight dragon carriages, they will be able to reach the ancient city, the capital of the gods, the center of immortality in the Shenjin Dynasty tonight.
It seems that no one can sleep in the gods tonight.
At this moment, no one pays attention to Feng Feiyun anymore. Everyone thinks that Feng Feiyun must have been killed by Princess Luofu and can no longer get out of it.
Many monks have already started to retreat, some flying swords in the air, some riding alien beasts, standing on the snowfield and leaving Sansheng County, heading towards the direction of Shendu.
Of course, some people feel sorry for Feng Feiyun, a generation of talents, he should have become the focus of attention, but now not only has he not left his name on the sacred monument, but he has become a stepping stone on the road to success for others.
For Yan Ziyu and the others, it doesn't matter who Feng Feiyun or Princess Luofu is named on the sacred monument, the important thing is that this person is a student of the Vientiane Tower.
"How could this be?" Su Yun had absolute trust in Feng Feiyun, but such a result made him feel a little unacceptable.
Could it be that Feng Feiyun really died in the hands of Princess Luofu
Su Xue bit his lip tightly, stared at the holy monument, and felt a little disappointed in Feng Feiyun, this scum lost to a woman, even if it was lost in the hands of a woman, it should be lost in my hands.
Ji Yunyun let out a faint sigh, feeling sorry for Feng Feiyun.