Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 67
Opening his eyes, the aftermath of two streams of vitality gathered together and shot out in beams until the door frame disappeared on its own.

Standing up with a long body, there was an extremely sudden and dense explosive sound from his body, but at the time of raising his cultivation level, Leng Feng's physical body was also greatly strengthened.

Now, relying only on his physical strength, Leng Feng has the confidence to withstand and crush the all-out blow of a cultivator who has transformed into a first-tier heavenly realm.

At this time, he has also stepped into the realm of the second heaven of transformation.

Raising his eyes, Leng Feng glanced at the enchantress who was resting with her eyes closed, and smiled faintly: "Thank you for these two days."

Hearing this, Yao Ji tilted her head and let out a soft snort of disdain, then jumped up and lay on Leng Feng's shoulder again.

"Don't be sentimental, I just don't want to lose a shoulder that can rest safely."

It was also at this time that the young Jin Jiao, who had been in a coma for two whole days, opened his eyes, and saw Leng Feng's familiar but indifferent smile with just one glance.

Involuntarily shivering all over his body, his head was tightly pressed against the ground, not daring to lift it up.

"your name?"

Leng Feng looked at Jin Jiao and asked.

The young Jin Jiao didn't want to answer, but the trembling and fear deep in his heart, as well as an inexplicable instinct made him unable to refuse Leng Feng's request at all.

"Ao Wuming, the third son of the Dragon King of Eastern Sea Han."

"Then do you still remember what you said to me on the battlefield?"

Leng Feng continued to ask.

"Remember, I beg you... spare my life... I am willing to surrender to you!"

Although Ao Wuming was forcibly controlling himself not to speak out, he still spoke intermittently.

"Very well, then from today onwards, you will be my demon pet, do you have any objections?"

"No, I—will—yes!"

Hearing the words, Ao Wuming almost bit his own lip, and even used his claws to force himself not to speak.

However, this didn't have any effect, with blood dripping from his mouth, he still said it word by word.

Leng Feng smiled, with unfathomable meaning and joy in his eyes, and then did the final test.

"Transform into human form."

As his words fell, Ao Wuming's golden light flashed, and he immediately transformed into a brocade-clothed boy less than 1.6 meters long, with horns on his head and a terrified expression.

"You, you devil, what did you do to me?"

At this moment, how could Ao Wuming fail to notice the strangeness in him?

He was completely unable to disobey Leng Feng's words, as if his body and mind did not belong to him anymore.

This made Ao Wuming terrified to the extreme. In his mind, Leng Feng was a hideous and terrifying devil.

At this moment, he really regretted that he escaped from the Dragon Palace by a single thought, so that he suffered such a catastrophe that life would be worse than death.

Leng Feng didn't care what Ao Wuming had in mind, and he wasn't interested in explaining anything to Ao Wuming. Winner and loser are as simple as that.

As for the reason why Ao Wuming couldn't help himself, it was also the effect of the God's Crown of Myriad Beasts, which had planted the brand of the God's Crown in the depths of his soul.

From then on, General Ao Wuming obeyed his orders and never backed down.

Sitting on the seat, sipping a cup of fragrant tea, Leng Feng's mood was leisurely but full of doubts.

He basically didn't know anything about the insider information about the task of guarding Lingturtle Island this time, and he didn't know the specific response plan and strategic deployment of the sect.

I also don't know the reason and real purpose of the East Sea Monster's invasion of Linggui Island.

He was like an insignificant ant being manipulated by big hands. This feeling made Leng Feng very uncomfortable.

Leng Feng had an intuition that things on Spirit Turtle Island would definitely not be that simple, and staying here would be very dangerous.

"Hey, it's still too weak."

A long sigh in my heart, the weak are always like this, there are too many things to worry about and be afraid of.

"Why did you attack Lingguo Island in the East China Sea? Could it be that Lingguo Island has something you need?"

After a while of silence, Leng Feng turned his gaze to Ao Wuming, whose face was still very ugly.

"I don't know, this is an order from my father."

Ao Wuming frowned and said by himself, this time he did not intend to resist Leng Feng, in fact, he was also very curious about this matter.

He felt that his father's actions had no reason at all.

But as the Dragon King of the Dragon Palace, no one can disobey his orders.

"Is it the so-called Dragon King of Han?"

Leng Feng muttered to himself, some didn't expect that Ao Wuming, who was the Dragon Prince, didn't know anything about it.

This kind of situation is also increasingly setting off the accuracy of Leng Feng's own intuition. Perhaps only by going deep into the East China Sea can he find a trace of clues.

However, the East China Sea is by no means a good place for human monks.

Just when Leng Feng was deep in thought, there was a sudden exclamation from outside the door, and then a golden streamer of light broke through the window and flew towards Leng Feng quickly.

Stretching his nerves, Leng Feng thought it was someone who was attacking and killing him, and he leapt forward, ready to dodge, but when the golden light came to him, it stopped abruptly.

Looking around, there was a golden messenger flying sword in front of him, suspended in mid-air, Leng Feng recognized that it was the standard messenger flying sword of Penglai Xianzong.

And above the flying sword, there is also a storage bag hanging.

Something must have happened, this is Leng Feng's most direct reaction at the moment, otherwise the sect would not easily send out Feijian.

"Owner!"

Soon, Li Mao opened the door and walked in. In his hand, he was also holding a standard messenger flying sword.

"Did you receive it too?"

With a muttering to himself, Leng Feng raised his hand and grabbed the Flying Sword of Communication, and a piece of information rushed into his mind in no time.

"I didn't expect the situation to be so bad!"

After a while, Leng Feng opened his eyes and put away the storage bag on Feijian.

It turned out that on the main battlefield in front of Tingtao Pavilion in the East China Sea, the Qiankun Square Formation responsible for protection was opened by the army of the East China Sea monsters.

If it is not repaired and strengthened in time, the entire formation may collapse in less than three days.

By then, Lingturtle Island could almost be said to have been completely exposed to the soldiers of the East China Sea army.

But Leng Feng and his disciples who received Feijian's message had only one mission.

That is to go to the respective designated formation eyes, and strengthen and repair the formation according to the formation drawing in the storage bag.

All the high-grade primordial stones used to repair the formation were also stored in the storage bag.

Not daring to delay, Leng Feng and Li Mao looked at each other, set off immediately with solemn expressions, how could there be any eggs under the overturned nest?
If the Qiankun Square Formation is really broken, facing the inexhaustible army of the East China Sea, they themselves will certainly not escape bad luck.

. . .

In Tingtao Pavilion in the East China Sea, Elder Hai Chao sat down with a pale face and closed his hands. Just now, he manipulated more than a hundred messenger flying swords with his own power, which was really a huge consumption of his spiritual consciousness. .

(End of this chapter)