I'm a son-in-law in heaven

"How is it possible? For thousands of years, no one can break my divine wind!"

After saying this, Feng Bo was stunned.

A figure that had disappeared from his mind for thousands of years slowly appeared and overlapped with Lingji in front of him.

Feng Bo was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"I've said long ago that your eyes are useless, it's no different from being blind."

Bodhisattva Lingji's voice spread slowly, and he directly attacked Uncle Feng.

It's just that at this moment Uncle Feng didn't care about being angry at all, but looked at Lingji blankly.

"Fangfeng, it's you!"

For thousands of years, there is only one person who has not been trapped by his kamikaze, and that is Fangfeng.

Only Fangfeng knows this.

But for thousands of years, Uncle Feng has never seen Fangfeng, he only thought that he was dead, and never wanted to meet him today.

The shock in my heart is indescribable.

"Uncle Feng, long time no see!" Lingji's eyes were full of complex expressions.

Both of them used to control the water with King Yu, and they were ministers in the same palace, so they knew each other naturally.

What's more, Feng Bo played Feng Feng, but he couldn't break Lingji Dingfeng Pill, and the two fought for many years.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they fell in love and killed each other.

"How is this possible!" Although Uncle Feng was sure that the person in front of him was the Fangfeng clan he knew back then, he was so shocked that he couldn't fully react.

"After the pacification of Kyushu, you took your clansmen away from home, and even King Yu took over the city. Soon after, the news of your death came. I saw your dead body with my own eyes back then. Why are you still alive now? coming?"

"And when did you join the Jiejiao, and how did you become a member of the Western Cult?"

Lingji snorted coldly and said, "You said you saw my tomb, why don't you see where it is?"

"As for joining Jiejiao, that's really a coincidence."

After being reincarnated, Lingji was favored by Taoist Duobao with his excellent bones, and was chosen to join the Jiejiao. After successful practice, Lingji solved the mystery of the womb, took back the Dingfeng Pill, and was appreciated by the leader of Tongtian. He was brought back under his sect, and Cheng Jie taught the second generation of disciples, and even gave him a flying dragon stick to protect the law.

In the past, Master Tongtian once said that his chance was in his predecessor. After Lingji knew about it, he had already guessed something.

However, the wind beast was never born, so Lingji had to wait patiently.

Fortunately, he is already a fairy god, so he can wait naturally.

In order to avoid getting too popular and being reminded of the events of the past, Lingji has been practicing in a low-key way for thousands of years, so that very few of the intercepted teachers know that there is such a person.

During Fengshenjie, Lingji also showed his face and continued to sneak.

In the future, when Duobao established Xiaoxitian, Lingji changed his appearance without any hesitation.

Therefore, there are very few people who have known of his existence over the years.

Feng Bo looked around and finally recognized that this place used to be Fangfeng's tomb. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he had already guessed most of it.

"I see. You have been keeping the secrets of those years."

Uncle Feng also knew a lot about Fangfeng's situation back then, so he asked this question.

"After I obtained the Dao in the past, I went to the underworld to take your soul into the sky, but there was no trace. I thought that your spirituality had been wiped out and did not exist in the world. I never thought it would be like this."

Uncle Feng couldn't help but feel sentimental, knowing that Master Yu was whispering in his ear, and the cold voice pulled Uncle Feng out of his memories.

"Uncle Feng, don't forget the purpose of your and my coming here."

Feng Bo's expression gradually became serious,

"Mr. Fangfeng, get out of the way today, you and I still have a good time, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Lingji glanced at Yu Shi who was silent at the moment, and already had a guess in his heart.

"It's a pity that it's extremely difficult to get me out of the way."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

"You said it as if your wind could really hurt me!"

Feng Bo spread his hands, like a spirit snake dancing, forming eight handprints in an instant.

These eight handprints are ordered by the wind.

You can order the eight gods to gather together.

The swinging fan in Uncle Kanfeng's hands has disappeared, and it has turned into eight banners, falling behind him, with divine inscriptions written on them, attracting wind spirits from all directions.

"Wind spirits gather from all directions, flames are blazing in the southeast, and the arrogant wind is coming."

As Feng Bo yelled loudly, a gust of heat wave swept across.

The extremely high heat was like being in summer, with gusts of wind and waves, almost drying people out.

Being in it, Lingji could feel the heat better. It seemed that there was a scorching sun hanging above his head, making his mouth dry and flustered.

Unfolding the Wind-fixing Pill in his hand, a strong wind roared out, hovering over Lingji's head, blocking the hot wind, and Lingji took a breather.

"You really haven't been idle all these years." Lingji said.

Back then, Feng Bo didn't have these methods.

"Thousands of years have passed, this seat should have changed a bit, otherwise how can I become a god of the palace."

"Admit defeat now, you still have a way out, otherwise life and death will be unpredictable in the next move."

Feng Bo spoke again, wanting Lingji to admit defeat.

Lingji smiled, "Although your style is powerful, it's a pity that you still have some shortcomings."

"If that's the case, then you can't blame me."

Hearing this, Uncle Feng already understood Lingji's intentions, so he stopped persuading him.

Chen Yangyu looked extremely nervous, even more nervous than Lingji who was in the wind.

"This is not going to lose." Xuan Hao was also worried.

"Until the end, who can tell the winner or loser." Chen Yangyu said with a sullen face.

But in the end, it is not only the outcome, but also life and death.

"The spirits of the winds from all directions gather, the master of the northwest kills, and the three thousand winds come."

Following Uncle Feng's voice, three thousand cold winds gathered between the heaven and the earth, like ice cones, and rushed towards Lingji.

Lingji threw out the flying dragon staff, and the flying dragon flew into the air, swallowed the three thousand ice cones coming in front of him, and was immediately frozen into an ice sculpture by the wind.

The three thousand ice cones ran towards Lingji again without slowing down.

"not good!"

At this moment, Chen Yangyu also saw that Lingji was at a disadvantage, and his life was in danger.

At this moment, a gust of soft wind exploded from the young egg of the strong wind in his arms, and rolled up the plantain fan pinned to Chen Yangyu's waist, and threw it towards Lingji.

Lingji had resigned himself to his fate, but he was overjoyed by the plantain fan he got unexpectedly.

While chanting words, the plantain fan waved at the same time, and a yin and yang wind blew out, ignoring the ice cone, and whizzed away.

"Stupid to attack and kill me with kamikaze."

Although Uncle Feng has never seen this divine wind, he is the upright god of heaven and earth, the lord of the wind, so there is no need to fear the divine wind with the imperial edict in his body.

But he took out a small square box, activated by mana, there was a stream of light overflowing, and he wanted to put the yin and yang wind into the box.

This is also the spiritual treasure that once made a name for itself, the Wind Gathering Box!

There are 72 divine inscriptions on it, all of which are forbidden wind spells.

Not to mention that this treasure is made of wind spirit wood, which is naturally capable of attracting kamikaze.

However, in the face of this yin and yang wind, the wind gathering box was useless.

Blown by this yin-yang wind, Feng Bo suddenly lost his five senses and fell down in a daze.

Without Feng Bo's main formation, the ice cone dissipated less than a foot away from Feng Bo.

Lingji let out a mouthful of turbid air, secretly exclaiming that he was lucky.

If it was a little longer at night, even he would have to follow suit.

And Feng Bo's defeat also shocked Master Yu.