"Immortal, Immortal Saint!"
The two men screamed, and when they sensed the pressure and aura of the powerful Immortal Saint, their faces turned pale. How could they still have the will to fight
"Quick! Run away!"
Lian Zhan's heart was gone. After they came to their senses, their first thought was to run away! Run as far as possible!
Immortal Saints were as powerful as a hundred Immortal Saints. They were crazy to fight her without knowing their own strength. At this moment, they couldn't help but curse, "Who on earth is it! Who said she was only at the Nascent Soul level?"
"Escape?" Feng Jiu, who was standing behind him, curled her lips and smiled: "Can you escape?"
As soon as the voice fell, a red figure instantly rushed towards the old man in gray. As the red figure passed by him, the old man in gray, who was originally running away in panic, suddenly stiffened and fell from mid-air.
"Bang!"
No one saw how she did it. In fact, she easily ended the life of a powerful Flying Immortal without even fighting. The gray-clothed old man who fell to the ground had his body twitching, his eyes staring upwards until he took his last breath.
Hearing the noise, the King of Dongyao turned around suddenly. When he saw the old man in gray taking his last breath with blood oozing from his neck, his whole body was shaking.
After practicing to the level of flying immortals, death has become a very distant thing for them. However, when death looms over them so closely, he suddenly realizes that death has always been not far away from them.
Seeing Feng Jiu in red clothes coming towards him with the Qingfeng sword in her hand, many things flashed through his mind at that moment. In the end, he did not run away, but fell from mid-air, bent his knees and knelt on the ground.
"Don't kill me, I, I serve you as my master!"
When he said this, there was panic and fear in his eyes. Yes, he was afraid of death. With his level of cultivation, he was even more afraid of death. He had everything that many people could not get in their lifetime, power, status, fame and fortune. He did not want to die like this, and did not want his royal family members to be slaughtered. Therefore, he had no choice but to bow his head and beg, and serve Feng Jiu as his master.
Because he knew that this was his only way to survive. Only in this way could he have a chance to survive, and his Dongyao Empire would not be destroyed in his hands, and would not fall into chaos like Chishui.
The Qingfeng sword was pressed against the forehead of the King of Dongyao who was kneeling on the ground. If it went in just an inch further, it would easily take his life. However, the Qingfeng sword in Fengjiu's hand stopped at this moment.
She looked at him, her eyebrows raised slightly: "What did you say?"
"I say, I am willing to serve you as my master. I, Dongyao, am willing to obey your orders. I only ask, I only ask you to spare Dongyao and spare my life. I will go through fire and water for you and be loyal to you!"
As he said this, as if afraid that she would not believe him, he immediately made a contract between heaven and earth to serve her as his master.
Seeing the light of the Heaven and Earth Contract fade away, Feng Jiu's eyes flickered slightly. She stared at him for a long time, then removed the Qingfeng sword in her hand. She stretched out her finger, touched his forehead, and took out a ray of his consciousness.
"Well, since you serve me as your master, I will spare your life. But you must remember that from this moment on, your life and your Dongyao Empire will be in my hands. As long as I give an order, you must obey!"