Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In fact, Feng Zhehuan, who was waiting quietly on the top of Tianyu Mountain, just waited for a stick of incense. The two people who were taken away by the meteor fell from the clouds to the mortal world in embarrassment, and landed on the spot where they disappeared just now. .

The impact of this shock was not small, and the power of the earth shaking and mountain shaking could be felt in a radius of a hundred miles, and there was a shocking sound of cracking.

The last barrier that separated the fissure from the prison in the sky was broken.

Before the world-cultivating elites who were on standby could utter an exclamation, a terrifying ghost claw oozing blood protruded from the breach of the barrier. The range is wide enough to stick out its ugly, scaled head, open its foul-smelling bloody mouth, and howl deafeningly at people as small as ants.

Frightened by the evil spirit's aura, many cowardly monks rolled their eyes and passed out, foaming at the mouth, convulsing and losing their mobility, while most of the rest of the sane monks were trembling and unable to move.

With this situation, not to mention preventing evil spirits from invading the mortal world, the disciples of each faction will first become the food in the mouth and bone in the belly of the evil spirits.

This Xiang Yu Fuchen and Feng Changhuan were both pushed off the clouds and fell to the ground, unable to move for a while.

Looking at the situation, Feng Zehuan knew that their negotiation with Jiuchongtian ended unhappily, and Di Tianyao finally fought back in anger, and took the opportunity to break the last barrier, so that they were attacked from both sides, and there was only room for them to die obediently.

"Chang Huan, wake up! Dijun is too! Wake up!!"

Liu Changting bluntly lifted Yu Fuchen's collar and slapped him awake with two slaps.

Soon Feng Changhuan also regained consciousness, stroked his painful head, groaned and said something indistinctly at the same time.

Feng Zehuan was almost on top of him, and he didn't hear what he said. At this time, Yu Fuchen stood up with difficulty, holding the Luan knife to maintain his balance, walked a few steps staggeringly, and repeated on behalf of the man: "He told you to leave here, don't bear the wrath of Emperor Zun with him."

"Don't give me such a tasteless fart! I am your brother, and I can leave you alone!!"

Speaking of helping Feng Changhuan, he was relieved after confirming that he had no other injuries other than the severe blow to the head.

The dizziness in front of his eyes gradually receded, Feng Changhuan was also anxious, and pushed his brother away.

"Let's go! What are you doing here? I don't want you to die for me. Go to a place that needs you more!!"

"Don't make noise, can't you see that I'm a lame blind man? It's just a waste of help to go there. I can't stop the evil spirits from invading the mortal world. The only person who can do it is..."

Feng Zehuan pointed at the drowsy Yu Fuchen, which immediately woke most of them up.

"Me? You're crazy, my account with Di Tianyao hasn't been settled yet..."

"What kind of account is it? You are young, don't always remember what others owe you, and think about what you should do. Let him block the private enmity between father and son for you, and he will hand over the weakness behind you to you. It's better than being hurt by the enemy. Mutual trust, this is the most beautiful love, isn't it?"

Yu Fuchen really wanted to refute this, but he knew that this was the only way to alleviate the current predicament.

"After all, there are only a small number of people in the cultivation world who have the ability to resist the evil spirits of the bitter prison. Cultivators are also human beings. You can't let them die in vain. Leave it to me on the emperor's side. Don't worry."

After Feng Changhuan said that, Yu Fuchen couldn't hold on any longer, so he nodded to the person, turned around and left.

After he left, Feng Zehuan pinched his chin and smiled thoughtfully, "He doesn't seem to say goodbye to you."

"It's not life and death. He will come back to me in a short time."

"You really have self-confidence. That's all, this is your temperament..."

Feng Zehuan secretly made a gesture to Liu Changting, and that person understood, and went to support Xiujie with Yu Fuchen, and muttered something in a low voice when they passed by.

"Don't always try to overwhelm me. Today's Xuanji Pagoda is no longer the leader in cultivating the world, and I don't have to obey your orders anymore."

"Well said, for the sake of bullying you for so long, I can give you a chance to order me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse."

"Feng Zehuan, live, I only want you to live."

"Obey, my Lord Nine Dreams..."

Feng Zehuan took off the blindfolded black veil, revealing a pair of eyes with terrifying knife marks, leaned in front of Liu Changting and pecked him, and did not forget to remind him when he pushed him away.

"Remember to stay alive to see if I have fulfilled my promise to you. I don't have the vulgar habit of sleeping dead bodies."

Liu Changting didn't hear anything, and left without looking back, hiding his reddish face in the dark, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

This damned blind man is so provocative when he talks about love...

The reality did not give the two brothers a chance to immerse themselves in sweet love, and soon Di Tianyao stepped on the auspicious clouds and fell into the world, and stood on the top of Tianyu Mountain in Huaguang. The entrance to the world is closed, cutting off the bright light that shines on all things.

After the halo around him receded, Di Tianyao stood the Yingshen sword box in front of him, sat lazily on the altar, focused on admiring the exquisite pure gold armor on his little finger, and said casually: "I will give you the lonely emperor, let Don't worry, it's thanks to you for saying such a thing."

"This battle is inevitable, even if you die, it makes sense to die!"

"The lonely emperor gave you a chance, and you understand it with reason and emotion, why don't you understand?"

Di Tianyao raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of cruelty.

"You thought you were just standing in the way of the lonely emperor, but it was not the case. You clearly ruined his future. Without you, he could inherit the throne and become the supreme master of the Three Realms without submitting to anyone, but now What? Fighting for a group of ants is ridiculous."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want the throne covered with bones! He and you are fundamentally different!"

"Yes, he is benevolent, kind, and has a heart of fraternity. He will definitely treat the common people kindly, instead of being warlike and bloodthirsty like the lonely emperor. So, Lianhua... what you destroyed was not only Chang Tianjun, but you The cherished Three Realms is also the Lord of the Heavenly Abyss in your ideals."

No matter how much he confuses and seduces, at this time Feng Changhuan has made up his mind, drew out his two swords and made a fighting posture.

Di Tianyao squinted his eyes in surprise when he saw the Phoenix Emperor's swords in his hands, then understood everything, and sneered at Feng Zhehuan who had stood aside for a long time.

"It's you and Cang's mess again."

Feng Zehuan had a playful smile on his face, with a carefree demeanor.

"Forgive me, to say frankly, the Luan Dao and Fenghuang swords falling into your hands is a waste of heaven and earth. Cang Zhuyou is a true lover of swords. How can you bear to let the deceased swordsmith weep under the spring?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, patted his forehead and said seriously: "By the way, why did you forget that you and I are no longer in the relationship between a monarch and a minister, so there is no need to call you respectfully. Unlike Chang Huan, I have no father-son relationship with you." The deepest fetters are only... the Feathermen of Tianxiang and the bloody feud with the disabled!"

What came out along with these words was Feng Zehuan's body-protecting martial arts that had never been seen before. The long whip wrapped around his body like a snake, as if he had spirituality. Upon closer inspection, he had a subtle bone structure, which was impressive. The remains of a snake.

"Brother, could it be that..."

Feng Zehuan smiled at his helpless younger brother, full of helplessness and sadness.

"It was my beloved pet once. You don't know. No matter the people and things around me, as long as I love them, they will be taken away by Emperor Zun. It is just one of them. After death, I carefully treasured the bones. This is the first time Show up."

Facing the sad accusation, Di Tianyao sneered, "Take your love? Does Liu Changting count?"

"You can't take him away, unless you kill me."

Not much to say, Feng Zehuan has already made a move, the long whip made of snake bones is extremely flexible, and he did not hesitate to attack Di Tianyao.

But the opponent didn't bother to fight against him. With a wave of his hand, the barrier that fell in front of him bounced him out, and the hot golden light also burned him.

"The lonely emperor didn't come for you, ants, you are not worthy of being in the eyes of the lonely emperor."

After saying this, Di Tianyao's outstretched palm suddenly retracted five fingers, and the snake bone that was supposed to take the enemy's life wrapped around Feng Zehuan's body again, hanging him in the air. shackles.

The god of protection has become a cage of suffocation, which is sad and ironic.

"Everything in the world cannot escape the palm of the lonely emperor. I didn't take your life immediately because I wanted to watch a good show. Don't spoil the lonely emperor's interest."

Immediately with a slight hook of his finger, a thunderbolt struck Feng Zhehuan directly, and the severely injured person was knocked out before he even had time to scream.

"Brother!"

Seeing that Feng Changhuan was about to save someone, Di Tianyao stopped him where he was with a palm across the air, and looked at him condescendingly.

"Don't worry, as long as you defeat the lonely emperor, you will save the world, and he is the same. Up to now, you have only one choice."

Feng Changhuan clenched the two swords tightly, and his strength affected the wound, and blood appeared on his back again.

Di Tianyao caressed his shoulder, holding his wrist with his fingers all the way down, which was so strong that he couldn't pull it away.

As if to peel off all his disguises layer by layer, Di Tianyao untied the bandages on his hands, and could feel his hands trembling slightly.

"Why, I'm afraid. It's a good thing you didn't go to the lonely emperor's dragon couch, otherwise you wouldn't faint from fright."

"Why are you so..."

"Why bother? It should be the lonely emperor asking you."

Throwing the dirty bandage on the ground, Di Tianyao held Feng Changhuan's right hand, which had turned into bones, with a hint of distress.

"If you are injured like this, you have to fight the lonely emperor. What do you think you have a chance of winning?"

"If you don't persist, you will lose everything!"

"It seems that after so many reasons, you still haven't listened to half a word, so you can't teach it."

Di Tianyao shook off his hand, went back to the altar and sat down, lovingly caressing the Yingshen sword box that he had cherished for many years but had no chance to show up, his tone became more indifferent and arrogant.

"You who have become a waste are not worthy of being an enemy of the lonely emperor, so why not fight against the sword spirit who is also a waste."

He pushed open the button of the sword case, and a thin sword shining with golden light exposed the hilt. With the control of his spiritual power, he unsheathed it and knelt down in front of him in a human form. Too much.

"Emperor...Emperor, please don't abandon me, I will take back Jianxin, I will definitely, and I will not become your burden."

Tai'a humbly begged and stuck to Di Tianyao's knee. The latter smiled coldly and stroked his head. It was clearly a gentle move, but what he said made people's hair stand on end.

"If you can't even beat a cripple, how can you get back Jianxin? Kill him, kill Fahua-jun, and you can stay in Jiuchongtian and Guhuang, otherwise..."

While talking, he pinched Tai Ah's chin, forcing him to look directly at him, and at the same time pressed the latter's heart, making him groan in pain.

"Otherwise, hand over the other half of Jian Xin and die."

After being intimidated, even if Tai Ah didn't want to be an enemy of Feng Changhuan, he had no choice but to do so in order to save his own life.

Tai'a nodded obediently, stood up and faced Feng Changhuan, noticing the blood stains on his white clothes on his shoulders, and the fatal injury on his right hand, he immediately confirmed the direction of attack.

"Mr. Fahua, you were once a prince, and your status is noble and cannot be desecrated. Tai Ah didn't want to be your enemy. The mistake is that you stood in the opposite position to Emperor Zun. Don't blame Tai Ah for being ruthless. "

After saying this, he drew out Tai'a sword, and attacked Feng Changhuan with a scorching sword light.

The injury is not optimistic, but Feng Changhuan's body skills are still there. Facing Tai Ah's onslaughts, he avoids them one by one in a smooth way. After a few times, he found that Tai Ah's attacks are all his injuries. The weak point is to make him lose quickly with one blow.

After a while, Feng Changhuan was obviously exhausted, his forehead was covered with cold sweat due to excessive blood loss from the wound, and his breathing became more rapid, but he did not fight back.

During the attack, Tai Ah still did not forget to provoke, "You can only dodge but you can't win, Mr. Fahua, or you should be called Feng Changhuan. It seems that delaying like this is not good for you."

Feng Changhuan, who was attached to the mountain wall, did not evade his attack this time, but used the phoenix sword to block Tai Ah's head-slashing sword, and said with a smile, "You found out? What should I do?"

His relaxed tone made Tai Ah realize that something was wrong, and it was too late to withdraw at this time.

"How is it possible! You have clearly..."

Feng Changhuan couldn't use his right hand, so he held the imperial sword between his teeth, grasped the black phoenix sword tightly in both hands, and slashed towards Tai'a.

"Obviously I have lost all my skills, so I should be caught without a fight. Why can I fight again?"

Being swayed by someone, Tai Ah lost his position, even retreated a few steps, only to find that he was imprisoned in the same place, and Tai Ah's sword was wrapped around the body of the sword by snake bones, making it difficult for him to escape.

At this time, no matter whether you let go or not, it is not good for Tai Ah. If you give up Tai Ah Sword, you will lose your only weapon of protection, and if you stand still, you will just sit and wait to die.

In the blink of an eye, Tai Ah quickly backed away, begging for help and looking at Di Tianyao who had been watching coldly for a long time. He had already given up hope, and watched Feng Changhuan push forward. He closed his eyes desperately and waited for his sword to pierce his own. Heart.

The sharp blade pierced the body, and the sound of cutting flesh and blood was chilling.

Unexpected pain.

Tai'a opened his eyes, and the dark sword point was piercing just an inch away from his pupils.

Before he could see the situation clearly, a shrill cry came to his ears.

"Long Huan—"

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