Shoo!
Luo Xingchen went to look for Tan Wenqian, a few steps, two identical twins came together in front of him.
Xiaobing Xiaohan, ninth-level spirit beast, cold ice silver wolf.
"Master! Long time no see!"
"I miss it!"
Almost the same tone, two lively and cheerful young people, both have a lifetime of worry-free smiles on their faces.
"You two, just stay here. I have something to do. We will reunite when we come back."
Luo Xingchen had such an important thing in his heart, even in the face of close relatives, he could not tell, he could only keep this secret in his heart and let himself know.
"Master, you have something!"
"Master, why lie to us!"
Xiaoice Xiaohan spoke at the same time, each with a fierce aura.
Luo Xingchen was very surprised and was silent for a moment.
"Yes... I have something, something big—"
His words were dull and depressed, revealing endless horror.
"Let's break through together!"
"Take Hell Huangquan together!"
Xiaobing Xiaohan released the cold air, and the earth in all directions turned into ice light.
They clenched their fists and stepped on the iceberg like the cold light of the day, resolutely and aggressively.
"kill!"
Spit out one word like an oath.
The meaning of decisiveness is touching.
"Master, we haven't fought with you. We should do our best to grow in your care."
"Master, take us to trespass without regrets."
It was another sentence that made Luo Xingchen a little sad and moved inexplicably.
"Okay. Follow me!"
The three of them turned around and went to Tan Wenqian's residence.
And Tan Wenqian is meditating in retreat.
There are layers of patterns, there are the martial arts of Liuhe and Eight Desolates. Although Luo Xingchen is far from Tan Wenqian, he can still feel that Tan Wenqian's strength has improved again.
"Senior, where are you now?"
Luo Xingchen couldn't help asking.
Tan Wenqian opened his eyes and said calmly: "The peak of the Saint Array Master, one step short of condense the perfect Saint Rune!"
Luo Xingchen was very shocked, he had never discovered that the domain master realm hidden by his side was so long and hidden.
"Okay, senior, it's time for your old man to leave the mountain! Let's go to the Huangling Continent, don't ask me why, I'm going to visit the Master of Fengzhong Pavilion!"
Tan Wenqian didn't hesitate to say a word, and immediately flicked his sleeves, neatly held his fist, and said, "I wish to do the best of my dog!"
…
They set off together and rushed to the Huangling Continent, arriving soon.
The Fengzhong Pavilion was built on the west bank of Junlin City, facing each other in the distance.
Putting everything aside, even the giant Jiuque Immortal Mansion did not dare to provoke Feng Zhongting.
They rushed to the wind pavilion here again.
The word feng shui really has wind and water.
The breeze is sultry, the sunset over the long river, one mountain and one river, one weng, the island is like a hook for fishing.
This picture scroll is transcendence, a paradise on earth.
The artistic conception is beautiful, poetic and picturesque.
Luo Xingchen stepped on the breeze, dipped into the water, brushed across the water, and leaped towards the pavilion.
With his back to him, Xiao Weng asked while fishing, "Dianzhu Luo, don't come here without any problems, you have not seen you in a hundred years, you have made great progress, what's the point, but it doesn't matter."
Luo Xingchen did not procrastinate, and said in a condensed voice: "Since you know everything, when I come, I can see who I am. Why don't you guess what I am here for?"
"Heh... There are some things, maybe I really can't guess.
Feng Zhongting knows everything, it is passed down by the world, we count the affairs of the world, but we don't know the people of the world.
Please also excuse me, please speak straight. "
Luo Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and it was rare to hear Feng Zhongting also say such unassuming words.
He was surprised.
"You count as the pavilion in the wind, which floor?"
"The pavilion in the wind is not divided into levels, but there are general pavilion owners and small pavilion owners. Except for the general pavilion owners, we are all small pavilion owners. Do you have to trouble the general pavilion owner personally?"
Xiao Weng still turned his back to him, calm and relaxed, with a look of qualitative questioning.
Luo Xingchen frowned and said solemnly: "I'm not here to seek to solve your doubts! I'm here to solve your doubts! Feng Zhongting's words are true to their words, and the information delivered is never false! Your words, Everyone in the world believes.
I don’t have any weight with you! Therefore, please trouble Feng Zhongting for this matter to help me pass it out and awaken the world. Otherwise, a disaster for the common people will not be long and will be inevitable. "
"Okay! Palace Master Luo really has the courage! One sentence can tell that the catastrophe is approaching. If I don't invite the main pavilion master out, it seems that it won't work!"
Xiao Weng got up, pulled off his cloak, revealing a shocking face, Luo Xingchen had seen it, this was Yuan Ting, the master of the pavilion in the wind who used to be on the Blade Continent.
"Sure enough, nowhere does the landscape meet."
"Stop talking nonsense, this matter is very important. Who is your chief pavilion owner?"
Luo Xingchen continued to ask, he couldn't wait for a moment.
"You will know it if you have seen it, but-Palace Master Luo, I want to remind you that everything Feng Zhongting does is for profit! You want to get information, the price you can bear, you want us to help Sending information! That's another matter.
I'm afraid you can't afford it! "
Luo Xingchen said coldly: "No matter how much it costs, I will bear it! It should not be too late—"
"go!"
Yuan Ting immediately led the way, Luo Xingchen, Xiaobing Xiaohan, Tan Wenqian and the five went to another river bank together.
A thatched cottage is very simple, but if the mountain is not high, immortal is clear, and the water is not deep, but the dragon is spirit.
The pavilion master in the wind must be terrifying if he wants to come to Luo Xingchen.
"Ting Master, Luo Xingchen, please see me. There are important matters to discuss."
Yuan Ting said these words calmly. Inside, an old man in sackcloth walked out slowly, with a childlike face and a fairy style, calmly.
"Understood, you can withdraw!"
The light tone, but it is like setting off a great wave, with a strong aura.
"Yes!"
Yuan Ting immediately bowed and retreated, respectfully and silently.
Luo Xingchen looked at this old man, he was very strange, he didn't know him.
Tan Wenqian, who was suppressed by the opponent's aura, did not know him either.
Tan Wenqian frowned, feeling deeply that this person's realm was so advanced that it was difficult to judge.
"Luo Xingchen, haha, little friend, I know your deeds clearly, but I don't know your thoughts when you visit today.
Under the world, someone finally made me unable to understand. Please also clarify! "
The old man was very humble, spreading out a thin palm full of creases and calluses.
"Well, I have one thing, I don't know how many people in the world can see it.
The evil race is brewing a huge conspiracy. Recently, the corpse race has descended on various planes and is under their control. They specialize in attacking the thunder element, the fire element, and the place that restrains the soul, in order to explore the cracking methods of these races. .
They are growing and making progress! Once they have completed their studies, the world will be in chaos and the common people will be a catastrophe, no one will be able to stop them from moving forward!
The evil race, the strongest is not the flesh, but the soul. They should learn from each other's strengths and cultivate their flesh, and they will do their best to eradicate the most possible threats. Thunder demons, Thunder Gods, and Fire Spirit races, these are Their nemesis.
The evil clan sent the corpse clan in the past to conceal people's eyes and ears. The corpse clan and the evil clan are irrelevant. The world can't figure it out.
The evil race will continue to lie dormant!
I think, since Feng Zhongting is doing everything in the world! Do you know this? "
The pavilion master in the wind still looks calm.
He smiled and said, "Know, so what? What do you want us to do?"
"Spread the news, make it public, let the world awaken, take advantage of this, kill the evil race! Leave no room!"
"Oh... Luo Xingchen, Lord Luo... Fengzhong Pavilion is built on the basis of interests, and everything must be spoken with money.
Can you afford this reward? "
"Benefits? Humph! You don't care about being charitable! Benefits are not benefits! I will give you! The resources that I seized from the Jiang royal family, the Miao family, and the Qilin family are enough to establish a taboo force again! Is that enough?"
"Well—you can teach children, enough, indeed enough! Then, I have another question, even if the evil race is not born, what can the world do? Can you find them?"
"Yes! The Evil God Monument! The big deal is that I can understand the mystery of the Evil God Monument, and cover the world, so that they have nowhere to hide! Unity is strength. If our entire spirit world and all the races act together, even if the evil race has more skills, we can’t. Find a way against them
Now, be sure to pass it out! As soon as possible! "
"Then just discuss it, this matter needs a long-term discussion and proper arrangements, please inside!"
Behind the seemingly humble, Luo Xingchen was very bored.
This pavilion in the wind exists in the world, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.
In the grass cottage, Luo Xingchen stepped away, stepping in, the old man waved his hand, a barrier, isolated here from the world, enchantment technique!
Luo Xingchen frowned secretly, what the hell was the pavilion master in the wind.
"Actually, the matter has been negotiated, and I can announce it to the world immediately. With the accuracy of my Fengzhongting news, no one will doubt it.
However, there is still one thing missing..."
Luo Xingchen said in a condensed voice: "What is missing? Find the evil clan's spells?"
"Wrong! You only need the heads of your distinguished guests!"
The old man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the old treacherous look was completely exposed, his face was cold and terrifying, and a cold wind was set off on all sides.
Luo Xingchen, Tan Wenqian and Xiaobing Xiaohan who were walking with him, their expressions changed drastically!
"What do you mean!"
Luo Xingchen smashed the table made of decayed wood with one punch, murderous!
"Sorry, come to Fengzhongting, you will find the right person, because we are the evil race—"
Luo Xingchen's face was pale, like being struck by lightning, a blood stasis accumulated in his chest, almost vomiting blood in anger!
"joke-"
"Crack!" He clenched his fist, but saw a layer of human skin on the old man's face, a little peeling off.
His original face is undoubtedly revealed, evil spirits linger, and ruthless scheming, this face makes ghosts and gods quiet, and it is so suffocating—the mastermind of the evil clan who once invaded the Blue Wind Continent, Leng Blade!
"Hall Lord, don't be afraid! The old man is here to keep you safe!"
Tan Wenqian immediately launched an attack, eight wastes and six ties, a totem, shocking the world and the mountains and rivers, shaking Yue and thunder!
A sense of absurdity has long been condensed into the supreme way, one after another is almost perfect, only the holy pattern master can master, each one can kill the world.
This cottage was overwhelmed and was slashed by a holy pattern. The entire space, every plant and tree, melted away, and a holy pattern could razor the ground to the ground!
However, Leng Blade swallowed the wasteland with a huge flying knife, broke it with a single force, and waved his sleeves, safe and sound.
Tan Wenqian's eyes trembled, dumbfounded...
"Cold! Go!"
Luo Xingchen called out the eyes of extreme cold, the situation was urgent, he was afraid of cold blade, this time, it was regarded as a sheep's mouth, and he fell into the net! Between heaven and earth, is there anything more tragic than this
The four poles are extinct, the nine states are split, the gods and demons are trembling, and the cold wind is sorrowful!
The huge eyes of extreme cold opened from Luo Xingchen’s forehead, the power of chill, sealed the soul, frozen thousands of miles!
"Boom..." Xiaobing Xiaohan was about to rush up, but was pushed horizontally by Luo Xingchen with his wrist. He was pushed out of the clouds with one palm, and was wrapped in a golden wheel, which was a defensive imperial weapon.
"Hurry up—"
The voice of sorrow, the desolation of weeping blood, in this picturesque place, despair permeates...