Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Yang Zhifeng calmed down, looked at the surrounding desert, and asked loudly.

Apart from the distant echo, there was no other sound.

Being able to sneak into the ancestral hall of Cangyu Holy Land quietly and set up this formation is not something ordinary people can do.

And in the wild world, there is only one person with such ability.

Mrs. Chen.

But... Didn't Zhao Quan go to the Yuelai Inn?If there was a real quarrel, then Mrs. Chen would not come here after killing Zhao Quan first, but why was the order reversed?

"Dare to be Your Excellency but Mr. Chen?"

Yang Zhifeng swallowed hard, bowed, and bowed respectfully in front of him.

In any case, let's save a life first.

If he was a stubborn person, he would not be able to live today.

The so-called one who knows current affairs is a hero.

The yellow sand washed the ground, and the scorching sun was in the sky. An inexplicable heat floated along the scorching yellow sand. The heat was overwhelming, and the space showed a slightly distorted arc.

It took only half an hour, and Yang Zhifeng was already sweating profusely, as if he had just bathed in the river, with sweat dripping down his forehead one drop after another.

Throat dry and smoking.

At this moment, a figure slowly walked over from a distance.

As the rainbow runs through the sun, that person's shadow is stretched very long.

When he saw that person, Yang Zhifeng was taken aback for a moment, but then he realized that he had met someone who was also trapped in this place. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly thought that the person who could appear here should be the mastermind behind the scenes.

After reading this, he quickly bowed, and his voice once again showed some due respect, and said: "Little man Yang Zhifeng, I pay my respects to Mrs. Chen Taiah."

"Cough cough!"

A crisp cough came from a distance.

Yang Zhifeng's body got lower, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

In this world, that person is the master, without doing it himself, just a single thought can make him die without a place to bury him.

However, when he realized that the person was approaching, a pair of cloth shoes came into view.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the ground, but still didn't dare to look at that person directly, and said: "Master Chen, I don't know why the villain offended you, and let you come here in person, really..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a childish smile in front of him.

His complexion changed suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw a young face. At this time, a sarcastic smile appeared on his slightly handsome face.

He took a step back subconsciously and said, "Who are you?"

The person in front of him was so strange that he didn't even have the slightest impression in his mind. He, who always liked to control the overall situation of things, couldn't help feeling that things were beyond his control.

He was a little flustered at the moment.

"You don't know me, so I'll report myself. Do you know Black Ice Terrace?" The man grinned his white teeth, showing a harmless smile, and said.

"Black Ice Terrace?"

Yang Zhifeng thought hard, but still had no memory.

The man continued: "Then do you know how to ask Tianlou?"

"I know." Yang Zhifeng nodded, and then, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in shock: "Are you asking the owner of Tianlou?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "I am the owner of the Black Ice Terrace, not the owner of Wentianlou. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Mu, the owner of the Zhou Mansion."

Yang Zhifeng took a few deep breaths, and looked calm on the surface, but there was a storm in his heart.

"You did all of this?" He suppressed the shock in his heart and said.

Zhou Mu grinned, showing his white teeth, like a sunny boy from the neighbor's house.

"You could say the same."

"impossible."

Rao is based on Yang Zhifeng's hundreds of years of experience, it is difficult to accept this kind of thing for a while.

Not to mention that Zhou Mu looks so young, he doesn't look like someone who can master this kind of power at all.

Secondly, although he had never seen this young man in front of him before, he had heard of it to some extent. It was nothing more than the grievances and grievances of Vanity Fair.

Ye Qing adopted Zhou Mu, but became a childhood sweetheart with his daughter Ye Mujiu. Finally, under the behind-the-scenes planning of the Sword God Temple, he united with Xuantianzong and destroyed Zhongzhou single-handedly.

A man who has only just reached the crown, but his manner and conversation at this time are so mature and stable, even he has to admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahahahaha..."

Zhou Mu laughed.

After laughing to his heart's content, he slightly raised his head, pointed at the full moon hanging in the sky, and said, "Do you know what that is?"

"moon."

Yang Zhifeng replied subconsciously.

At this moment, he didn't realize at all that the initiative to speak was in Zhou Mu's hands.

"No..." Zhou Mu shook his head, "This is the sun."

Realizing that he was being tricked, Yang Zhifeng's complexion changed. At this moment, he saw Zhou Mu lightly clenched his palm. Immediately, a dazzling light flashed by. The sky that was bright just now was now full of stars.

it's dark.

And in Zhou Mu's hands, a full moon quietly floated.

"you……"

Yang Zhifeng took a sharp breath.

"Give it to you."

Zhou Mu grinned, and immediately arched forward slightly. Immediately, the full moon slipped into Yang Zhifeng's heart in an instant, and then his body burst into bright light.

Intense heat came from his body, Yang Zhifeng took a breath, his limbs and bones seemed to be immersed in molten lava, as the temperature rose sharply, Yang Zhifeng's skin surface turned red.

It didn't take long for Yang Zhifeng to become a puddle of ooze, even the soul, which no longer existed.

"It can be regarded as revenge for the thousands of people who died at your hands."

Zhou Mu looked at all this indifferently.

He chose the Holy Land of Cangyu to stand up and make a name for himself. He has undergone careful research.

This Cangyu Holy Land looks like a holy place, but it has done a lot of nasty things behind the scenes, especially with this so-called ancestor.

In order to practice and reach this supreme state, the souls of living people are extracted alive, causing them to suffer extreme pain and torture to death.

The human life on his body is more than the grains of rice he eats.

Such evil deeds are really outrageous.

The gold flocs are outside and the flocs are in them.

Zhou Mu lightly tapped the soles of his feet, and immediately, the surrounding desert receded like a tide. In the house, his real body appeared, with those same tables and chairs. The difference was that on the rows of soul lamps, the one on top A soul lamp has exploded.

That is the soul lamp of Yang Zhifeng, the ancestor of Cangyu Holy Land.

The rupture of the soul lamp symbolized the death of that person.

In other words, Yang Zhifeng is dead.

But inside the ancestral hall, it was peaceful. The tea that Yang Zhifeng drank just now was still quietly lying on the table, and the opened teacup was still put aside.

"Old Ancestor...Old Ancestor, Zhao Liujia needs you urgently..."

Someone called tentatively outside the door.

After all, he didn't dare to go in without permission. There is a precedent. I vaguely remember that the servant who went in without permission before has disappeared until now.