Above the sky, black clouds overwhelm the city.
In the inn, the corpse is gloomy.
The witch was wearing the white Confucian clothes of the Vientiane Pagoda Academy.
She didn't know when she walked out of the ground, and she was already standing in the courtyard. Her beautiful eyes had a cold light, but she was more indifferent.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew that she was recuperating in the underground river of blood. She originally thought that her injuries would not be healed without a few years of effort. After all, the higher the cultivation base, the harder it would be for her to heal after being injured.
I didn't expect that she would leave the customs at this moment. This is a more terrifying character than Ju Qing. He is moody and regards human life as a must. No one knows whether her exit at this moment is a good thing or a bad thing
"Hey, why is this senior wearing the uncle's school robe?" Wang Meng looked at the back of the female demon and recognized that the white Confucian clothes on the female demon was Feng Feiyun's school robe. At the corner of the clothes, he saw Feng Feiyun's name.
Feng Feiyun coughed twice!
Wang Meng suddenly felt something was wrong, looking at the back in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he became.
But Lu Liwei didn't realize Feng Feiyun's reminder, and smiled: "The son of the demon is really amorous. I'm afraid there are many concubines in the Vientiane Tower?"
The witch's eyes were as black as ink, and the stars in her eyes were brilliant. It seemed that she couldn't hear their words at all, she just looked at Zhan Yun outside the inn.
"Boom!"
Lu Liwei wanted to laugh at Feng Feiyun, but suddenly saw Wang Meng kneeling on the ground.
Wang Meng saw the appearance of the female demon clearly, and was so frightened that his legs became weak. He knelt on the ground with a thump, and cursed at the pit father. This time he was pitted by his uncle. How did you get out
"Bye, meet the witch!" Wang Meng didn't dare to look at the witch again.
What? She is a witch, how is it possible!
Lu Liwei turned pale with fright, looked at Wang Meng's appearance at the moment, and looked at Feng Feiyun's dignified face, it should be true, this is the legendary witch.
Could it be that the legend is true, Feng Feiyun is really the messenger of the witch.
"Congratulations to Lady Demon, who has recovered from her injuries, her combat power has returned to its peak, and she is invincible in nine days and ten places." Feng Feiyun bowed.
"It's good to know." The witch gave him a slight look and said, "I'm very familiar with you, what's your name?"
Feng Feiyun was sweating madly. I haven't seen him for a while, and the witch has completely forgotten his name. This time, it's okay. Fortunately, she still has a little image of Feng Feiyun. If it weren't for this reason, everyone present would have already killed by her.
"Sir, my name is Feng Feiyun." Feng Feiyun said.
The female devil frowned, remembering Feng Feiyun, and said lightly: "It turns out to be you, you are not my servant."
Servant, your uncle! The memory is too bad!
Feng Feiyun wanted to scold people very much, but after all, he didn't scold him, and said solemnly: "Sir, she's a messenger!"
"Okay! Feng Feiyun, right! You are already qualified to enter my memory, and I will never forget you again in the future," said the witch.
Feng Feiyun always feels that there are many similarities between this sentence and "I recognize you when you turn into ashes".
Many people with a strong cultivation base will automatically forget things and people that have nothing to do with the immortal way in order to concentrate on the immortal way.
But now she still remembers Feng Feiyun, so even if a thousand or a hundred years pass, she will not forget it.
The witch came over, stretched out a slender jade finger, pointed it between Feng Feiyun's eyebrows, and said, "Return the bronze spirit boat to me!"
Also your sister! Bronze Lingbao was originally my thing.
The witch's fingers, which are more terrifying than sharp swords, pointed at Feng Feiyun's eyebrows and could freeze his soul.
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't hand over the bronze spirit boat to her. This is a female robber who stole the fossilized stone from Feng Feiyun's hands. Now she wants to take the bronze spirit boat again. How can there be such a thing in the world? good thing.
Feng Feiyun had long expected that the witch would return to the bronze spirit boat, so he had wrapped the bronze spirit boat with the Dragon Horse River map and sank to the bottom of his dantian.
Covered by the Dragon Horse River Map, even if the female devil's cultivation is sky-high, it is impossible to find the bronze spirit boat from Feng Feiyun's body, unless she tore Feng Feiyun's body to pieces.
"Lord Sorceress, the bronze spirit boat has been kept in my body, waiting for you to leave the customs and hand it over to you." Feng Feiyun said with a sincere expression.
The witch's fingers were still pointed between his eyebrows, staring at him with the starry sky.
"But, just now, the bronze spirit boat was taken away." Feng Feiyun gestured to Wang Meng, asking him to cooperate.
Wang Meng understood, suddenly fell to the ground and cried, wailing, "Sir, it's all because of our low cultivation level that we can't keep this divine artifact. My uncle and I wanted to take back the bronze spirit boat, respectfully and respectfully. It was handed over to you, but I didn't want to fail, and I was seriously injured by them. Now they have hit the door, and they want to kill people!"
"Lord Sorceress, they are so arrogant, they even dare to move your old man's things, is there any world!"
With a bit of suspicion in the eyes of the witch, she slowly retracted her finger and looked towards the outside of the inn, with a little more murderous intent.
Outside the inn, many monks had already appeared, all of them with auras like rainbows, murderous aura, and some even possessed spiritual weapons.
The coffin had already been smashed by the three old men in the Ziming Corpse Cave, and they were doing their best to suppress the blood-haired female corpse, until the blood-haired female corpse was full of blood holes.
Feng Feiyun stared at the female demon without leaving any traces. Although her cultivation is strong, she is only an idiot who pursues the immortal realm wholeheartedly. matter.
This is very similar to Feng Feiyun's previous life. You are the patriarch of the Phoenix Monster Clan. How powerful is Xiu, but he only knows how to pursue supreme power. He has been practicing in seclusion for many years. I understand too little words, so I was deceived by a woman and died in the hands of a woman.
With the help of the bronze spirit boat, after being reincarnated and reincarnated, although he merged with the soul of a cynical playboy, there were gains and losses.
Although Young Master Feng has ten swindles, and is full of evil, there is one thing that the Phoenix Patriarch does not have, that is, his understanding of doing bad things and understanding of women can completely throw the Phoenix Patriarch a few streets away.
After the soul fusion of him and Young Master Feng, it is actually a remedy for his character weakness.
"Lord Devil, this group of people once said that they wanted to capture you and make you a corpse slave." Feng Feiyun continued to provoke. If the devil can make a move, the powerhouses outside will be doubled. Not enough to see.
With tears on his face, Wang Meng said sympathetically, "They said they wanted to eliminate the demons, defend the Dao, fight the demons, and sacrifice the heaven and the earth. You see, they have sealed off the entire ancient city, just wanting to sacrifice all of them. It doesn't matter if we die. , a bad life, but they dare to be so disrespectful to the female demon, I can't stand it anymore."
"As long as the lady devil says a word, we can rush out and fight them at any time. Even if we don't win the battle and die for the lady devil, it's worth it."
Feng Feiyun and Wang Meng were furious, and they both summoned the magic soldiers and went to kill outside the inn, but the witch was faster than them and had already stood outside the inn.
The corner of Feng Feiyun's mouth showed a smile, and there was a good show to watch.
The outside of the inn has been turned into ruins, half of the ancient city has been destroyed, the ground is full of broken walls, ancient streets are broken, and the city walls have collapsed.
The ancient city was turned into scorched earth because of a war, and there are not many ancient buildings that are still intact.
"Haha! I finally suppressed you. It really is the pinnacle of the second corpse transformation, and is about to step into the third corpse transformation. Good guy, after taking it back, maybe it can be sacrificed and refined into a corpse king." A purple The old man in the robe laughed loudly, with a blood mark on his body, which was injured by the female corpse, but it no longer exists at this moment.
"Bang!"
The three corpse-suppressing runes suppressed the blood-haired female corpse, and the corpse shattered in several places, roaring in the runes, but could not break free.
The witch was standing among the ruins, staring coldly at the scene in front of her. The white Confucian robe on her body was windless and automatically slapped the sound of hunting in the cold wind.
Feng Feiyun and Wang Meng stood behind the witch and walked out unhurriedly.
"Uncle Ninth, Feng Feiyun is out!" Chu Jibei called out immediately when he saw Feng Feiyun walking out of the inn.
Among them, an old man in purple robe turned his eyes, skipped the female demon and Wang Meng, and stared at Feng Feiyun. This is the real business tonight, killing the demon's son.
"Well, you old man, you dare to suppress the corpse evil under the seat of the female demon, but you are not small." Feng Feiyun was fearless and drank in a deep voice.
This purple-robed old man has a deep blood energy and a huge aura. It is not known how many times stronger than Chu Jibei, and it is already close to the level of a half-step giant, but he did not recognize the female demon, and thought it was just an ordinary Vientiane Tower Academy.
The old man in the purple robe sneered disdainfully: "You actually brought out all the female demons, little guy, who are you scaring? To tell you the truth, our Ziming Corpse Cave came to Nantaifu this time to capture the female demon and sacrifice her. Become the strongest corpse slave in my Ziming Corpse Cave."
The purple-robed old man felt a gaze staring at him coldly. It was the female student of the Vientiane Tower who was with the demon's son. This female student was absolutely beautiful and exquisite, and she was definitely a rare beauty.
Just a junior from the Vientiane Tower, the purple-robed old man sneered disdainfully in his heart.
Feng Feiyun and Wang Meng laughed wildly.
Wang Meng said impassively: "This old guy is really hateful, and he can say such outrageous words. Where does this make Lady Demon's face go?"
"Not only, not only, this Ziming corpse cave is too arrogant, it is tolerable and unbearable to even want to sacrifice the female devil into a corpse slave!" Feng Feiyun was also very angry.