Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 84

The two of them are like little ants in front of the giant eagle.

As soon as Yan Dongqing's figure was swept away, he flew onto the giant eagle and stood on the giant eagle's broad back.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Qingtian also flew onto the back of the giant eagle.

The two stood facing the wind, and following Yan Dongqing's command, the giant eagle rushed up to the sky with its huge wings and flew towards the place Yan Dongqing wanted to go.

The speed of the giant eagle is like a meteor flying through the sky, very fast.

Fan Qingtian and Yan Dongqing's long hair was blown by the howling wind, and the two stood firmly on the giant eagle with their hands behind their backs. At the same time, both of them were shrouded in a faint light to resist the wind blowing on their skin. on the sting.

The giant eagle flew towards a towering and dangerous peak outside Lingjiang City.

The dangerous peak is surrounded by steep cliffs, and a few weeds cling tenaciously to the cliffs, swaying dangerously with the wind.

Such a steep peak, if you climb up on foot, there are many dangers, and it is impossible to reach the peak.

The calm eyes stared at everything condensedly, and as the giant eagle flew up, a stagnant pressure kept sweeping over Fan Qingtian's body.

With a frown, Fan Qingtian mobilized his internal strength to resist this kind of oppression.

But the flying speed of the giant eagle did not slow down for a moment. Fan Qingtian glanced at Yan Dongqing beside him, and saw that Yan Dongqing's face remained unchanged, and the wild wind blew his robe rattling, but there was no sign of it. It does not affect his elegant scholarly atmosphere.

At this moment, Yan Dongqing said, "Fan Qing, do you feel stressed? Need me to help you?"

After a pause, Yan Dongqing explained with a smile, "There is an enchantment here. If there is no giant eagle transformed by my yin and yang technique, no one can go up to the halfway up the mountain. If ordinary beasts approach, then It will be crushed directly by the power of the enchantment."

"I can feel it, but I can still resist it." Fan Qingtian replied calmly.

Yan Dongqing was not surprised by Fan Qingtian's words. Yan Dongqing knew that Fan Qingtian was a master of the Holy Vein class when Fan Qingtian went up to the attic on the second floor, and the power of this enchantment was not enough to threaten Fan Qingtian.

During the conversation between the two, the giant eagle screamed, then rushed into the barrier and flew to the top of the mountain.

The top of the steep and steep mountain has a flat top, which seems to have been flattened by a force.

On the flat top of the dangerous peak, there is a majestic and majestic black fortress exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

On the highest protruding semicircular roof of the fortress is a green crystal skull.

The skull exudes a faint green fluorescent light, which looks extremely treacherous.

The giant gate of the fortress is carved with two giant beasts with the body of a tiger and the head of a lion, with ferocious fangs, lifelike, as if they are about to jump out of the gate.

On the central door plaque above the giant gate are flying dragons and phoenixes, engraved with three large relief characters of "Qianji Pavilion".

Under the starlight at night, the fort exudes a dangerous atmosphere, making people afraid to come forward.

The giant eagle stopped in the wide square outside the fortress, and then Yan Dongqing and Fan Qingtian got off the giant eagle together.

With a wave of one hand, a piece of white rice paper floated in the sky, and Yan Dongqing chanted the mantra again, and then the giant eagle emitted a strong and dazzling white light, and finally disappeared.

At this moment, the white rice paper was imprinted with a lifelike portrait of a giant eagle. The giant eagle in the painting was the giant eagle carrying Fan Qingtian and two people.

Then the rice paper with the giant eagle on it flew towards Yan Dongqing.

Reaching out to catch the rice paper, Yan Dongqing took the rice paper with the giant eagle back into the receiving space.

At the same time, the gate on the fort slowly opened, and two slim women in black and purple tight dresses came out.

The tight dress wrapped the woman's figure in a bumpy shape, but her beautiful face showed no expression.

"Welcome guests to Qianji Pavilion." The woman stood on both sides of the stone gate, and said in a cold voice like a robot.

Looking at Fan Qingtian at the side, Yan Dongqing smiled lightly and said, "Fan Qing comes with me."

Fan Qingtian nodded, and the two walked side by side in front of the gate.

Looking at these two beautiful women, Yan Dongqing asked in a gentle voice, "Where is the Deputy Pavilion Master?"

"The Deputy Pavilion Master is already waiting for the deacon to come in the Yuelong Hall." The woman replied in the same stiff voice.

Ignoring the two women, Yan Dongqing led Fan Qingtian into the fort with a slight nod.

And Fan Qingtian heard the woman addressing Yan Dongqing, his eyes flickered slightly and said, "It turns out that brother Dongqing is from Qianji Pavilion."

Taking Fan Qingtian along the small path in the fortress, and hearing what Fan Qingtian said, Yan Dongqing smiled lightly and said, "Just being a small deacon elder in Qianji Pavilion is not something worth showing off. , Fan Qing won't blame me for concealing my identity."

"No way." Fan Qingtian replied calmly.

If Yan Dongqing had nothing to do with Qianji Pavilion, it would make Fan Qingtian feel even more strange. He already had a premonition in his heart, so Fan Qingtian would not be surprised.

Soon, Yan Dongqing led Fan Qingtian to the Yuelong Hall that the woman mentioned.

There was a dim orange light in the hall, and a long table like a counter was placed above the center of the hall. In front of the table, an old man with white hair was sitting inside. The old man closed his eyes and held the table with one hand Standing on the table, propping up half of his head, he made a snoring sound, as if he was in a deep sleep.

And at the moment Fan Qingtian and Yan Dongqing stepped into the hall, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light in his eyes disappeared for a moment, and then changed into hazy sleepy eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, the old man half-closed his eyes and looked at Fan Qingtian who walked in.

With a gentle smile that warmed people's hearts, Yan Dongqing looked at the old man in front of him and said in a respectful voice, "Vice Pavilion Master Pang, long time no see, Dongqing misses me."

Pang Su didn't pay attention to Yan Dongqing's words, but looked sleepily at Fan Qingtian aside.

At the same time, Fan Qingtian was also looking at Pang Su. Although the old man in front of him looked harmless, Fan Qingtian felt that the old man in front of him was an extremely dangerous person.

At the moment when Pang Su just woke up, Fan Qingtian clearly sensed a strong murderous intent, and at the same time, Pang Su's strength was not something that Fan Qingtian could spy on.

Even the strength of the two women just now is at the peak of spiritual veins. It has to be said that Qianji Pavilion is not only mysterious, but also has many strong men, whose strength cannot be underestimated.

Fan Qingtian and Pang Su looked at each other, and a fierce flame burned in the air instantly.

Pang Su looked at Fan Qingtian with a sharp scrutiny hidden in his sleepy eyes.

But Fan Qingtian was not afraid, and looked at Pang Su quietly with his deep amber eyes.

The two confronted each other, refusing to give in to each other, and suddenly a tense breath spread.

(End of this chapter)