Uncrowned Evil Emperor

In the spring of April, the sea of ​​flowers is like a pride, and the Tiangong Road with beautiful water and mountains is covered by lush and continuous vegetation. The breeze sways in the four fields, raising thousands of willow branches, filled with rich vitality, caressing with the wind, The season is full of...

Thousands of points of vermilion are sprinkled on the clouds of the ancient mountain, dyed with red clouds, adding a touch of beauty to the cloud mountain...

Suddenly, a figure flashed across the sky and fell straight to the ground, breaking the tranquil scene of spring flowers blooming and scorching sun like fire. That figure carried a bloody rainbow like thick ink and color, like a god who fell from the sky and fell into the mortal world. It caused an inexplicable sensation.

Yin Congfu is definitely not a god of heaven, but in the eyes of Tiangong Mountain disciples, it is not an exaggeration to call him a god of heaven. The powerful strength of the fourth level of Lingxu can be ranked first in the periphery of Hongtu. It is a pity that such an amazing cultivation base, But unexpectedly at the foot of Tiangong Mountain, the feathers and wings broke. The ten thousand points of vermilion were not cherry red maple, but the blood spurted out by him.

In an instant, the foot of Tiangong Mountain was submerged in exclamations. No one would have thought that Yin Congfu, who possessed such a state of cultivation, would eventually return home in a disastrous defeat at the hands of Feng Jueyu.

Looking at Yin Congfu who whizzed by and fell into the forest, the foot of Wanyue Tiangong suddenly became deathly silent.

"I lost." Xiang Donghe couldn't believe his eyes, even if he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it. Yin Congfu's methods were so clever, but in the end they were still inferior. So what did Feng Jueyu become? What a terrifying degree.

Lingxu Realm is originally the process from refining Qi to transforming God to refining God to return to the void, especially from the third level to the fourth level, each level is extremely difficult, and the gap is huge. The fourth level is not qualified to make a move at all, and the fourth level of Lingxu is facing the fifth level of Lingxu, the same is true, a realm is very different.

It's like an adult and a child, no matter how hard the child exerts himself, he can't cause harm to the adult.

After the fourth level of Lingxu, this is the case.

It's just that there is still a certain gap between the two people in front of them compared to the fifth level of Lingxu, so the victory or defeat is extremely difficult to distinguish. Feng Jueyu, who was beaten by Yin Congfu's two special skills just now, almost bowed his head and confessed. , who ever thought that in the blink of an eye, Feng Jueyu made a strong comeback again.

That palm that split the sky and ground fell on Xiang Donghe's heart like a thunderbolt, and directly wiped out all his hopes.

He knew that Yin Congfu didn't let the water go on purpose, he lost, and he lost in Feng Jueyu's hands.

The mountain wind blows and blows on that handsome face full of fortitude and arrogance. At this moment, the white clothes and jade face are like brand marks, and are finally engraved on everyone's heart.

At this time, people just realized that the boy who was chased and killed by the royal families a few years ago like a bereaved dog can now command a party, making countless people fearful.

The current Feng Jueyu seems to be the number one master in Hongtu's periphery...

"I lost." Yin Congfu's faint voice of admission sounded from the dense forest, his tone was full of decadence and helplessness, and he felt sorry for the [-] years of retreat. He, who has mastered the top peripheral skills, only now realizes how insignificant his own thoughts are.

The world is so big, capable people come forth in large numbers, at this moment, Yin Congfu's tone was filled with endless sadness, and in the end, he didn't even have the thought of showing up.

"According to the agreement, Xiang Donghe is at your disposal." Yin Congfu no longer appeared, and seemed to be standing in the fallen woods talking to Feng Jueyu in the air. He said, "Junior brother, I did my best for brother."

"I know." A sharp look flashed across Xiang Donghe's face, as if he knew the meaning of returning to life after death, he reluctantly stood up from the ground, and his cultivation base had long been dissipated by Feng Jueyu. At this time, he barely stood up, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood because of the injury.

Then his eyes widened, and Lang Lang said: "Senior Brother, I hope to remember what you promised me."

A mournful answer came from the woods: "I remember and will do it."

"It's okay to die for my brother." Xiang Donghe took two steps forward resolutely, raised his head slightly, and aimed his eyes full of hatred at Feng Jueyu, and laughed loudly: "Feng Jueyu Jue Yu, I finally lost, and I lost in your hands. This time I am willing, haha, but don’t be too happy too soon. Killers will always kill them. One day, you will be the same as the old man. Such an end, Feng Jueyu, I don't need you to do anything, I will end it myself..."

After saying that, Xiang Donghe covered his chest and stared at him, a surge of true energy burst out from his dantian, this time the surge of true energy was not a sneak attack, but burst from the inside out in the dantian , as the Supreme Elder of Wanyue Tiangong, Xiang Donghe's methods are really extraordinary. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still control the vitality in his body to burst out as he wants in a limited state.

This self-explosion of the dantian just happened to shatter the internal organs into pieces, but the physical body remained intact and fell straight to the ground.

His two eyes were wide open with anger, his blood vessels burst and he died. To the end of his death, he still stared at Feng Jueyu tightly, as if turning the hatred in his heart into a boundless curse and projecting it on Feng Jueyu's body.

The breeze blew past, and there was no scene of crying at the foot of Tiangong Mountain. Instead, they fell into an unprecedented emptiness and loneliness. When everyone recalled Xiang Donghe's life, it was also surrounded by no halo, but in the end, it was impossible to escape the tragedy of being destroyed by the enemy In the end, at his age, he can actually live for at least 50 years, and these 50 years can definitely reach the point of increasing vitality and longevity, but he still died, dying in Feng Jueyu's hands.

Murderers are always killed.

His words seemed to still reverberate in the hearts of all warriors, this was the grand plan of iron and blood grievances.

"Come here, send Elder Xiang's body back to Wanyue Heavenly Palace, so that he can be buried..." A moment later, Yin Congfu's mournful howl came from the woods, slowly echoing, filled with endless sadness and nostalgia.

A few elders of Wanyue Tiangong rushed forward without hesitation, lifted Xiang Donghe's body, leaped several times, and disappeared beyond the white clouds...

"Young Master Feng, are you satisfied?"

Floating high under the scorching sun, Feng Jueyu nodded silently, and said loudly: "Satisfied, I hope Elder Yin remembers today's promise, within three years, don't step across the border of Beiwangpo, and leave."

Feng Jueyu responded, and immediately rose up and flew out of the ancient city of Wanyue. After a long while, the twenty thousand Zhou Nan Wuxiu receded like a tide.

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Half an hour later, after Zhou Nan's army had retreated, several elders found Yin Congfu in the woods. They didn't understand why Elder Yin only suffered a little internal injury and never appeared again. When they entered the woods to see, This suddenly changed color.

Yin Congfu in the woods was already leaning against the root of a big tree like a rotten tree and sitting in cross-legged posture, his face was so pale that there was not even a trace of blood, and his entire right arm was hanging by his side, like a crushed fracture. His aura is not as good as before. He has messy beard and hair, and looks haggard. If people don't know him, they can't tell from him that he has the fourth level of Lingxu and almost controls thousands of masters in the entire Qianhong Mountain. demeanor.

"Elder Yin." Several elders rushed over and stopped when they reached Yin Congfu's side.

Yin Congfu reluctantly raised his left hand to stop the crowd, breathlessly said: "Don't come here, I won't die yet."

Everyone was silent. Although Yin Congfu said that he would not die, his injuries were more serious than imagined. At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Turning his eyes to the ancient city where the man was going, Yin Congfu coughed wildly, and then sighed lightly: "I didn't expect such a celestial genius to appear in Hongtu Dashi. Is the sky going to destroy my Wanyue Tiangong?"

He muttered to himself, saddened in his heart, and after a long time, he said to everyone: "Decree to recall all the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong. Within three years, no one is allowed to set foot anywhere outside Tiangong. You go back to the mountain first. I will recuperate here for a while, and then go back to the mountain by myself..."

After such an order was passed down, everyone was silent. They finally knew that Yin Congfu's injury was far more serious than imagined. It seemed that he didn't want to show up just now, but that he really couldn't move.

Subconsciously, countless eyes looked at the direction Feng Jueyu left, and that strong fear instantly spread in everyone's heart.

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Outside the ancient city, a group of masters flew across the sky. The leader was white clothes stained with blood and his face was slightly pale. He obviously suffered serious injuries. Taking a mouthful of blood arrows, he nearly fell from the sky.

Fortunately, Long Yanyan was quick, and with a whoosh, Feng Jueyu was supported: "My lord, you..."

Feng Jueyu lowered his eyes slightly, waved his hand lightly, signaled Long Yan not to make a fuss, and then said: "Don't make it public, don't spread the word about my injury."

Xu Ningzhong followed and said unexpectedly, "Mr. Feng, are you injured?"

Feng Jueyu nodded, and replied irrefutably: "I didn't expect that Qianhong Mountain would have such a master. If I hadn't been seriously injured, do you think I would leave easily?"

Everyone was slightly startled, now in their hearts, Feng Jueyu is equivalent to the existence of the world's number one master, such a powerful skill was injured by Yin Congfu, Yin Congfu's strength cannot be underestimated.

Looking at the slightly changed faces of the people, Feng Jueyu roughly guessed the hidden worries in their hearts, and said with a smile: "Don't make a fuss, although I was injured, Yin Congfu is not having a good time, his injury is much heavier than mine. Heh, Sect Master Xu, Long Yan and I will go back to Jinlanzong first, and you will rush back afterward with your people. Don't spread the news of my injury. In addition, Zhou Nanjing will be taken care of by you for the time being."

After finishing speaking, Feng Jueyu winked at Long Yan, and the two quickly left the territory of Wanyue Heavenly Palace...