The monks in the seventh hall of Senluo Hall were all alarmed. Hundreds of black-robed Senluo flew down from the top of the central mountain like a flock of big black birds.
Hundreds of black-robed Senluo were all elite disciples of the seventh hall, and they carried a vicious aura about them. These Feng family disciples really rebelled, and they must be suppressed again.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun raised a knife in the sky, and a dragon-shaped knife wave flew out, sweeping the sky, beheading more than a dozen black-robed Sen Luo, blood rained, and the bones were thrown flying all over the mountain, landing on the ground, with a "snack" pop" sound of falling to the ground.
The disciples of the Feng family were all fierce, and they all used their magic skills and energy, and tens of thousands of brilliance rushed forward, blasting the hundreds of black-robed Senluo to the point where there was no slag left.
Feng Feiyun took the lead, walking on the ancient road up the mountain, killing enemies when encountering enemies, killing pirates when encountering pirates, wherever he went, there were black-robed corpses left on the ground and above, and those corpses were all smashed by the children of the Feng family. The hatred in my heart erupted.
The first-generation owner of the Feng family followed Feng Feiyun unhurriedly, never saying a word from beginning to end, looking at Feng Feiyun's back, with an admiring smile on his face, slightly. nodded.
When they reached the mountainside, experts from the seventh hall of Senluo Temple finally came. These were three old men in purple-gold black robes, with gray hair and wrinkles like spades.
These three old men have been practicing for more than 400 years. They are the first realm of destiny, and they are elders in the seventh hall of Senluo Hall.
In the Destiny Realm, there are a total of nine heavens. Once you reach the first level of Destiny, you can have a lifespan of five hundred years.
However, it is extremely difficult to break through each level of the Destiny Realm. More than half of the monks are not talented enough. After reaching the first level of Destiny, they will no longer be able to enter the realm, and they will be trapped in the first level of Destiny for a lifetime.
To use an analogy, if the Shenjin Dynasty has a population of 100 billion, the number of monks who can reach the destiny realm is pitiful, and the probability is terribly low, perhaps only one in 100,000.
That is to say, only one of the 100,000 people can reach the destiny realm, and the total number is one million people.
However, among the millions of cultivators of destiny, half of them stay in the realm of the first layer of destiny. Because of their talent, they will never be able to make breakthroughs. Even if they practice for three or four hundred years, they are still the first layer of destiny. The realm, but because of the accumulation of hundreds of years, the combat power is much stronger than the ordinary first-level cultivator of destiny.
This is a cruel elimination. The higher the realm, the more powerful the elimination. For example, if a half-step giant wants to be promoted to a giant, there is only a one-tenth probability.
Only one of the ten half-step giants can reach the realm of giants.
There is also a 1 in 10 probability that a monk with the fifth level of destiny wants to reach the realm of a half-step giant.
There are always a few people who can stand at the top.
In the Destiny Realm, the strength gap of each level is huge. With the improvement of the realm, it will be more difficult to fight the next level. After all, those who can cultivate to the ultra-high realm are all the peak characters after layers of screening. Not too bad.
Therefore, after reaching the Destiny Realm, an epic genius cannot cross three realms to kill people. Even if he crosses two realms and fights with people, it will be quite difficult and may even be defeated.
"Feng Feiyun, let go of our Highness and leave you with a corpse." One of the three old men, a rather skinny old man, pointed at Feng Feiyun with a commanding tone.
Feng Feiyun carried the white stone giant sword, took the initiative to meet her, and said with a smile: "Let my family go, and then get out of the Xuanxing Blessed Land, I will return her to you immediately."
"Bold, do you think you have the qualifications to meet us?" The skinny old man knew that Feng Feiyun was not easy to mess with, so he directly sacrificed his natal magic weapon. In the dantian, Xiahui Baidao, a bronze warrior flew away. came out, like a cyan lightning.
Feng Feiyun didn't fight them recklessly at all. After all, his purpose was to save people, not to kill people. Murder was naturally left to the strong to do, and he couldn't commit himself to the front line.
He grabbed Wan Xiangcen, pinched her slender neck, pressed it into his arms, and leaned the giant white stone knife on her neck, much like the uncle in the vegetable market killed a goose with a knife.
Wan Xiangcen is now a goose in Feng Feiyun's hands.
"Who the hell dares to come here, believe it or not, I chopped off her head?" Feng Feiyun's voice was hard.
But his face was very pale, without a trace of blood, like a sick seedling that has not been cured for a long time.
He didn't want others to know that he had already dissolved the rotten blood of the King of Hell. If he let those big men of the older generation have trouble sleeping and eating, he would be regarded as a thorn in the flesh, and he wanted to kill them quickly.
Therefore, Feng Feiyun had to continue pretending to be a short-lived ghost who couldn't live long.
Wan Xiangcen's five slender fingers all made a "cluck" sound, it was abominable, Feng Feiyun actually pinched her head in front of so many people, pressed her to the ground, and stabbed the knife Leaning on her Snow White's neck, this made her raise her head to be a human being in the future.
After Feng Feiyun did this, he really scared the three old men with the most heavy destiny back, for fear that the desperado would be pushed back. Disappeared in the immortal world.
Everyone knows that Feng Feiyu's lifespan is short, and he is not afraid of death at all. It is precisely because of this that no one dares to gamble with him.
"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"
The four female guardians of the seventh hall of the Senluo Temple also flew down from the top of the mountain, wearing black cloaks on their backs, ponytails on their heads, and a golden belt tied to them, outlining their slender waists like snakes.
The four of them are all with the second highest level of Destiny, and they all have the resources to defy the sky.
One of the female guardians, who was a little older, escorted a middle-aged man with iron shackles and walked out, and said with a frosty face: "Feng Feiyun, can you recognize who he is?"
The middle-aged man's skin was slightly dark, but he did not lose his elegance. With a pair of piercing eyes, he stared angrily at the female protector who had just pushed him.
"Second Uncle!" Feng Feiyun's eyes were slightly soft, but he had not seen him for a few years, and his second uncle had grown a lot older.
Feng Feiyun's grandfather has three sons in total. His father, Feng Wanpeng, is the third.
The middle-aged man in front of him is called Feng Wanli, and he is also his father's second brother, so Feng Feiyun calls this middle-aged man his second uncle.
"Feiyun!" Feng Wanli looked at Feng Feiyun with some excitement, tears in his eyes that had been through the vicissitudes of life, and sighed, "You shouldn't have come!"
If Feng Feiyun only had the soul of the Phoenix Patriarch, he might not care about the so-called kinship at all, let alone call a human being his father and second uncle.
In fact, although Feng Feiyun has a phoenix soul, this body is a human body after all, and what really dominates is the human soul, that is, the soul of Young Master Feng.
The life of the Phoenix Patriarch is more like a huge mass of memories, which can greatly influence Young Master Feng's emotions and judgments, but it is not dominant.
Of course, the hatred for Shui Yueting is unforgettable, even if she experiences the reincarnation of the world, it is impossible to kill half of it.
It is precisely because of this that Feng Feiyun takes his relatives very seriously and regards them as his amiable and respectable elders, so he will come to the meeting, otherwise, he will not come to manage the Feng family. of these crap.
Feng Feiyun smiled bitterly and said, "Second uncle, don't worry, since I dare to come, I have absolute certainty that I can save you from the clutches."
Feng Wanli closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. The seventh hall of Senluo Temple was too powerful, how could a junior be able to contend against it? In order not to implicate his nephew, he was ready to cut himself off.
There was only one concern in his heart now, he opened his eyes and said, "Yan Xue left with you, is she okay now?"
Feng Wanli is Feng Yanxue's adoptive father. He didn't know that Feng Yanxue was actually an "undercover" who arranged to find out about the Feng family's mausoleum in order to find the ancestral land of the Feng family's mausoleum. His real name is Nalan Xuejian. .
Feng Feiyun paused slightly and said, "She... very good. I met a master with high morals and good character. Now no one wants to bully her."
"That's good, that's good, that girl is really lucky, you have to take good care of her in the future!" Feng Wanli was completely relieved, his only concern was gone, and he could die in peace.
How could Feng Feiyun not hear that he was explaining the future, and was just about to stop him from committing suicide, when suddenly, a surging thunder and lightning came from the air, shattering the space and pointing directly at the top of Feng Feiyun's head.
"boom!"
There is an extremely strong person who wants to sneak up on Feng Feiyun, wants to kill him with one blow, and then rescue Wan Xiangcen from his knife edge.
Standing next to Feng Feiyun, the first-generation family owner had an evil light in his eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly glanced into the distance, restrained his breath, and stood aside quietly.
An old and majestic voice came from outside the sky, like Tianzhong Hongyin, which shook people's eardrums: "Humph! As a half-step giant, it's not too embarrassing to surprise a junior by surprise."
The next moment, the sound was very close, and a crutch stretched out from the crowd, shattering the lightning that killed Feng Feiyun.
The half-step giant in the seventh hall of Senluo Temple flew down from the mountainside, stared at the crowd, and said, "Who made the shot just now, and dared to manage the affairs of the Feng family and our seventh hall, not small, give it to me get out."
The half-step giant's voice was like Hong Zhong Tianyin, and it shook the ears of more than a dozen Feng family disciples.
A rickety, white-haired old man squeezed out from the crowd. The old man was supporting a cane, wearing red pants, and carrying a machete on his back. Half of his teeth were missing, and he was still gnawing. with a large pear.