I, relying on the blood of Saiyans, entered the world of cultivating immortals

God Realm, Phoenix Clan.

Wu Qingcheng was dressed in a gorgeous golden-red robe, which perfectly set off her graceful figure.

Three thousand blue silks casually rolled up a bun behind her head, and secured it with a golden phoenix hairpin.

There is no makeup on her pretty face, but she still doesn't hide her peerless youth.

At this moment, she is standing in the center of the square within the clan.

The surroundings were full of tribesmen, all of them with expressions of fear.

Feng Zhengyang was also among the crowd, watching the movie in the front row, the position was excellent.

It's just that his complexion is not pretty at the moment, and his eyes are very complicated.

The whole place was dead silent.

And at Wu Qingcheng's feet, lay two clansmen who were seriously injured.

These two are our old acquaintances, Feng Zhengying and his son Feng Yan.

"Eldest niece... For the sake of the same clan, let my father and son be spared... cough cough... I am willing to give you the position of patriarch... cough cough..."

Feng Zhengying crawled under Wu Qingcheng's skirt, her body bent.

It's just that in places where others can't see, the eyes are full of resentment.

Feng Yan also wanted to say a few soft words and beg for mercy just like his father.

But after all, his strength is not enough, and the same injury as his father, but the result is different when he bears it.

He struggled to even breathe, and speaking was simply a luxury for him.

Wu Qingcheng looked up at the sky, with tears welling up in his eyes, and said without a trace of emotion in his voice:

"Forgive you? Hehe, who spared my husband!?"

At the end, she suddenly lowered her head, staring fiercely at Feng Zhengying with angry eyes.

He raised his right hand slightly, facing Feng Yan with his palm.

boom! ! !
Feng Zhengying, who lowered his head, didn't see it.

At this moment, he only felt that the temperature around him suddenly rose.

My heart tightened inexplicably, and I quickly looked at Feng Yan who was at the side.

Eye canthus split!

His son, Feng Yan, turned into flying ash inch by inch before his eyes.

"Ah!!! Smelly woman!!! I want you to be buried with my son!!!"

Feng Zhengying lay on the ground, raised her head and roared hysterically at Wu Qingcheng.

Blood and tears flowed from both eyes, and the magic power in the body was running at a high speed.

Dazzling golden light bloomed from his body.

"Qingcheng!! He's going to blow himself up!! Go away!!!"

Feng Zhengyang reminded his daughter loudly.

The other clansmen had already started to retreat, keeping a safe distance from them.

Wu Qingcheng still stood there calmly, and said in a cold voice:
"Want to blow yourself up? Dreaming!"

Lightly tap the index finger of the jade hand.

Feng Zhengying, who was ravaged by divine energy, was immediately enveloped in a layer of faint jade-like red light.

The restless divine aura instantly became extremely docile.

"You... what did you do to me?!"

Feng Zhengying was terrified.

Nothing could be more frightening than suicide.

"Dead people don't deserve to know."

A cold light flashed in Wu Qingcheng's eyes.

The red light surrounding Feng Zhengying suddenly shrank.

Feng Zhengying inside turned into nothingness before she could even scream.

Like his son, there is not even a godhead left.

Wu Qingcheng flicked the jade finger, and a small red ball flew towards the residence of Feng Zhengying and his son.

There was little movement.

The huge house just disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

Everything related to this father and son is unnecessary.

After obtaining the status of the Phoenix God, Wu Qingcheng did not seek revenge immediately.

Instead it took a month to integrate.

When the degree of fusion had just reached [-]%, she couldn't wait to leave the level.

Anyone who had a part in killing her husband will be buried with her!
And the father and son were the last two.

After doing all this, Wu Qingcheng's eyes became confused.

Heart is empty.

Just a moment later, her eyes were firm again.

Because, the murderer who actually killed her husband was still alive.

However, according to the situation at the time of inquiring.

No one knows who the murderer is, and no one can even see the murderer's face.

The universe is vast, how should she find it?
"Allure..."

Feng Zhengyang did not know when he came behind Wu Qingcheng, hesitant to speak.

"Say."

Wu Qingcheng didn't look back.

"There is a sect in the human race area of ​​the God Realm, called Tianji Shenzong, they are most proficient in Ibu astrology..."

Hearing this, Wu Qingcheng's phoenix eyes brightened, and she turned around abruptly:
"take me!"

"However, the murderer who killed Xiaotian was at least in the God-Evening Realm. You should first integrate all the God-Emperor in your body."

"I said, take me there! Don't worry about other things!"

"Hey, okay."

Seeing that his daughter had already made up his mind, Feng Zhengyang could only rely on her.

So, the father and daughter immediately set off for the human domain.

Because the Blue Light God took Lin Nianqing away to cultivate, relying on this relationship.

Tianji Shenzong received the two of them politely.

And agreed to the request of the two.

The people of Tianji Shenzong did not delay, and immediately started divination.

After a long time, the elder Shenzong who was in charge of the divination walked out of the secret room with one hand twisting his beard.

After the elder Shenzong sat down, the first thing he said was:

"A good news, a bad news, I don't know which one the Valkyrie would like to hear first."

bad news?
How bad it can be is nothing more than not finding the murderer.

Wu Qingcheng was disappointed for a while, and said coldly on the surface:
"Let's hear the bad news first."

"We have not counted who is the murderer of your husband."

really.

Even though she had been psychologically prepared, Wu Qingcheng still felt unavoidably disappointed.

"What about the good news?"

Seeing that his daughter didn't speak, Feng Zhengyang had no choice but to ask for her.

The originally serious elder suddenly smiled and said:

"The good news is that Lin Yitian, the husband of Martial God Venerable, is not dead."

boom! ! !
Wu Qingcheng felt as if his head had exploded, and his mind suddenly went blank.

I froze there for a long time without saying a word.

"Really? I'm sorry, I'm not suspicious of your ancestor, but, is he really not dead?"

Feng Zhengyang excitedly confirmed with the elder.

The elder was understanding and didn't mean to be annoyed. He still said kindly:
"It's okay, I can understand, our Shenzong fortune-telling, either can't calculate it, or it can't be wrong!"

In the end, this elder exuded a strong self-confidence.

This confidence instantly infected Feng Zhengyang and Wu Qingcheng on the opposite side.

Wu Qingcheng also recovered from the absence.

His voice kept trembling, almost lost his voice with excitement:

"Really...Really? He is really alive, so where is he?"

The elder immediately closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes are endless and deep, as if there is a long river called time flowing in it.

The voice said unhurriedly:

"Mortal world, the four continents."