Fengshen: Hand in the dungeon of covering the sky at the beginning to quell the dark turmoil

Bursts of mysterious power poured down on the ground as the narwhal flapped its wings. .

The surging aura of heaven and earth spread across the world like a tide, turning into infinite vitality.

All of a sudden, everything in the world, which was already withered and withered, suddenly became full of vitality.

In that dazzling golden light, Lin Feng's eyes were also emitting bursts of golden light, as if a king of the world was examining the world.

But the people of Chaoge are not as calm as Lin Feng.

The original shouting and selling stopped abruptly, and the busy street also came to a standstill in an instant.

All eyes were focused on Lin Feng's powerful aura and huge mount.

The only sound that can be heard on the street is the sound of countless people swallowing their saliva in unison.

In the eyes of these people, Lin Feng is a terrifying god!

I don't know who started it, but all the figures in the city knelt down one after another.

Facing Lin Feng high in the sky, he kowtowed and worshiped continuously.

"Immortal! This is an immortal!"

"Immortal, please bless my family with good weather and a good harvest this year!"

"Immortal, I am willing to worship you from generation to generation, please let me get rich!"

"Fairy..."

On the back of the narwhal, Lin Feng, who was staring at the scene in Chaoge City, had mixed feelings in his heart.

Whether it is Hongjun, the ancestor of Taoism, or the six sages of the prehistoric.

Everyone keeps saying that the human race is the protagonist of this calamity.

But the current human race seems to have had its spine broken.

Kneeling down to worship Buddha every time, being deprived of one's own beliefs, one cannot even achieve self-improvement.

At that time, Emperor Fengshen Jie Xin died.

Then there will be no human king in the human race, only the emperor.

Humanity will also be completely suppressed by Heaven.

At that time, the human race will completely lose all possibility of rising!

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling a little sad.

Sensing Lin Feng's strangeness, Lu Maogui behind him also turned around abruptly and looked at Lin Feng.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

"Is it because you haven't been back for a long time, and you feel homesick?"

Hearing Lu Maogui's innocent question behind him, Lin Feng just shook his head indifferently.

"No problem."

"It's just that I suddenly remembered something."

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't want to talk more, Lu Maogui shut his mouth tactfully.

As an acquired human race, the master must have suffered a lot along the way.

Maybe it's revisiting the old place, touching the scene and falling in love?

After Lin Feng readjusted his emotions, he commanded the narwhal to fall into Chaoge City.

Between heaven and earth, the desolate and distant chirping sound gradually disappeared.

Even Di Xin, who is a human king, has never heard of this mysterious creature.

Whales... can actually fly in the sky? !

As the narwhal landed slowly, its figure shrank a lot.

All the visions disappeared in an instant.

After sighing deeply, Lin Feng immediately lifted the spell and jumped off the narwhal's back.

Lu Maogui, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed, scanning the scenery of Chaoge City viciously, observing every detail of the Shang Dynasty.

Seeing Lin Feng approaching, Wen Zhong stepped forward.

He saluted Lin Feng respectfully.

"Jiejiao disciple Wen Zhong, welcome my junior uncle!"

Although Wen Zhong is much older than Lin Feng, his status is far inferior to the current Lin Feng.

And not long ago, his master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, secretly instructed him.

It is said that this little uncle has a great opportunity.

As long as you follow the little uncle, you can get your own opportunities from it.

But after seeing Lin Feng Jinxian's cultivation, Wen Zhong also felt a little puzzled for a while.

After all, at first glance, Lin Feng's cultivation doesn't seem to be that exaggerated.

Is there really any chance that even the quasi-sacred Virgin of the Golden Spirit will be amazed by a golden fairy?

But even though he was a little puzzled, Wen Zhong still followed the instructions of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

Compared with his master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, his knowledge is naturally shallower.

You are right to listen to the words of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.

As a time traveler, Lin Feng naturally heard of Wen Zhong's name.

Relying on his own strength, Shang Chao was able to hold on for a long time.

Is a resounding figure.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Feng's eyes fell on Di Xin.

"Shangxian comes to visit, and the widow is far away to welcome."

"Please don't blame Shangxian."

Hearing this, Lin Feng smiled in relief.

"No problem."

"I was the one who came here uninvited, how can I bother you, Your Majesty."

Seeing that Lin Feng was not angry, Di Xin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And Di Xin's every move was naturally noticed by Lin Feng.

Compared with the records of later generations, the Emperor Xin in front of him is obviously a wise king with a heart for the people.

Even if he doesn't like immortals, for the sake of the Shang Dynasty and the people, he is still willing to let go of the airs of a king to welcome himself.

It's a pity that he was still framed by the Second Saint of the West and others in the end.

Not only did the country fall apart, but it was also constantly reviled by future generations.

It's so sad!

While the few people were chatting, Wen Zhong accidentally revealed his plan.

"By the way, little master."

"In three days, I will go to Beihai to put down that thief Yuan Futong."

"The reception is not good, please forgive me, little uncle."

Hearing this, Lin Feng was shocked in his heart.

Put down Yuan Futong's rebellion?

Count the time and wait until Wen Zhongyi leaves.

Wouldn't it be a while before Di Xin should go to the Nuwa Temple to offer incense? !

Chapter 50 What is death?

Seeing that Lin Feng's face changed obviously, Wen Zhong swallowed nervously.

Something went wrong!

Did I say something wrong just now?

Why did the young master's expression suddenly change not long after he came.

Wen Zhong coughed lightly in a panic before asking hesitantly.

"What's wrong with you, little master?"

"If there is any problem in the DPRK, please ask my junior uncle to enlighten me."

Seeing Wen Zhong's worried look, Lin Feng shook his head indifferently.

Staring at Wen Zhong's eyes, he explained earnestly.

"No."

"It's just that if you leave, the Shang Dynasty may suffer catastrophe."

"At that time, the entire Shang Dynasty will not escape the fate of destruction."

Lin Feng's words struck the hearts of Di Xin and Wen Zhong like a bolt from the blue.

The Shang Dynasty... collapsed? !

Not to mention that the Shang Dynasty is now in its heyday, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the country is prosperous.

Even if some foreign enemy really appeared, the whole army would not be wiped out with him, Wen Zhong, right?

Di Xin and Wen Zhong immediately looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Rao is Di Xin, who is a king, even his breathing is unintentionally short.

Frowning tightly, he hurriedly asked Lin Feng.

"Shangxian, what sect and race did my Shang Dynasty provoke?"

"Why did you suddenly suffer such a catastrophe?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"My lord, now the Conferred God Tribulation is approaching."

"Heaven wants to rejuvenate the Zhou Dynasty and destroy the great merchants."

"This is God's will."

Hearing what Lin Feng said, Di Xin couldn't accept this fact for a while.

He couldn't help but staggered a few steps, staring at the boundless nine days with his bloodshot eyes.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at Lin Feng sadly.

"Shangxian, although I dare not pretend to be on par with the three emperors and five emperors of the human race."

"But the widow has a clear conscience in this life, has he done anything wrong?"

"Why let the widows and the vast number of sentient beings suffer this again?!"

Lin Feng couldn't bear the gaze of God Xin.

Among the rulers of all dynasties, Di Xin definitely deserved his name.

It's a pity that he happened to encounter the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods.

The struggle among saints cannot be controlled by ordinary people like Di Xin.

Looking at Di Xin's hoarse voice, Lin Feng could only shake his head helplessly.

"Your Majesty, although it may be cruel to say so."

"But... destiny is hard to break."