Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 857: The end of the wind does not return!

Zhongjing, the imperial city.

"Your Majesty, when this letter was sent, Chen Zhuguo had already woken up and was heading to the front line of Huyu."

"When Your Majesty received the letter, Chen Zhuguo must have led the allied forces of the demon clan into the heart of the Tiger Territory and took the Tiger Mountain directly!"

"According to my calculations, within ten days, the tiger domain will be defeated!"

"At that time, Chen Zhuguo, with the mighty power to destroy the country and the power of the star demon system, will surely be able to control the Southern Wilderness and subjugate hundreds of clans. The Southern Wilderness will be my Daxuan territory!"

"This is a pattern that has never existed in this dynasty or even the previous dynasty. I first congratulate Your Majesty! Congratulations to Daxuan! Congratulations to the world!"

Ye Heng read the memorial sent by King Jing dozens of times before letting it go.

"Feng Chan's affairs can be arranged!" Ye Heng touched his chin, always feeling that his experience was a bit too dreamy.

Thinking that he ascended the throne at the age of nine, faced with the mess left by Emperor Wu and Huo Xiang, and followed Yan Baichuan for decades, he would stabilize the dynasty. the same?

Not only is Daxuan's strength skyrocketing, but it seems that even Nanhuang will be in his pocket!

Not to mention anything else, I even have several temple names in hand.

As for myself, I seem to eat and drink well, and even sleep well, without any hard work at all!

It's just that I always stamp, and my wrists are often sore!

He has a clear understanding of himself, and his ability is just like that.

That means Yan Baichuan can't do it!

"Chen Aiqing is truly the blessing of the human race, and my humerus!"

"I don't even know how to love him!"

Ye Heng lowered his head, looked at the edict that had been drafted on the table, picked up the Jade Seal of Chuanguo, and sealed it heavily.

"Hou An!" Ye Heng called out softly, and Hou An immediately flashed in front of Ye Heng.

"This edict needs to be infused with luck."

"Take it to the Qiyun Pavilion and let Wang Zi'an deal with it first. It will be sent to Nanhuang soon!"

Hou An seemed to have guessed something, and hurriedly received the national edict with both hands, and when he saw the dragon flying in the edict, he immediately knew that he had guessed right.

This is the edict to seal the king!

"The old slave is going to guard Wang Zi'an and complete the infusion of luck!" Hou An quickly replied, then took a few steps back, turned around, moved his body, and disappeared in place.

Looking at Hou An's disappearing back, Ye Heng sighed softly.

"Ah..."

"Chen Aiqing has traveled thousands of miles, and I don't know how long she can sit in this position..."

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Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

The always bustling Spring and Autumn Pavilion has become particularly deserted recently, and the disciples of historians who shuttled back and forth on weekdays have all disappeared.

A historian who came from the local area to submit this year's "local chronicles" stopped the little Confucian student who was sweeping the floor and asked, "Brother, I came here to submit the local chronicles of Huaining County, why can't I find a link?" Master?"

"Can't find it? That's right." The little Confucian scholar stopped the broom in his hand, and said with a wry smile, "The disciples of the historians above the master of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion have all gone to the Southern Wilderness to record history!"

"Especially when An Guogong traveled thousands of miles and the human race sent troops to the southern wasteland, every day we experience now is history worth recording!"

"You, stay in the city for a few days. When the war is over, they should come back."

The historian was a bit confused: "I still have important matters, don't you know that there is no senior in charge of Chunqiu Pavilion now?"

"Yes, there is." The little Confucian scholar said, "Our pavilion master, Mr. Sima."

Seeing the puzzled expression of the other party, the little Confucian scholar explained: "The master of the pavilion watched An Guogong walk thousands of miles, open "Martial Ancestor Benji", and get feedback from the long river of history. He is about to become a saint, so he is currently retreating!" /

The historian shook his head helplessly when he heard the words, he couldn't call out the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master who was going to be consecrated for a local chronicle.

Just as he thanked the little Confucian scholar and was about to say goodbye, the Spring and Autumn Pavilion suddenly became full of ups and downs, and then a cyan aura of righteousness shot straight into the sky, followed by a figure appearing out of thin air.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Sir!"

Several historians and Confucian scholars who hid in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion guarding the classics appeared one after another, and they were pleasantly surprised: "Canonization?"

Then Sima Lie laughed, and flicked his sleeves: "This old man senses that something important is going on in the Southern Wilderness, so I don't think it makes any sense not to see it personally!"

"Feng Sheng is a small matter, let's talk about it when we come back!"

"The door is open!"

Sima Lie looked up to the sky and screamed, and saw a phantom of a grand historian's giant gate appearing in the sky above the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and then the giant gate opened slightly, and Sima Lie immediately turned into a ray of light and rushed into the gap , Then the giant door closed and dissipated into the air.

The official historian looked at this scene in surprise, the little Confucian scholar sighed, continued to sweep the floor, and said, "Everyone is gone, don't stand still."

"This disciple of the historian, it still depends on luck. Born in a world of great trends, good things will always happen!"

"I don't know if there are any major events to record for me after I become a great Confucianist."

The historian came back to his senses when he heard the little Confucian scholar's complaints, and said with great interest: "You think clearly, I think you will stay in Zhongjing for a few more days, and want to make friends with you. I don't know Can you tell me your name?"

Hearing the words, the little Confucian scholar quickly stood up straight, bowed and said: "My surname is Fan, and the single name is the word Ye. I haven't taken the word yet! I haven't asked your Excellency?"

The official historian also stood up straight, bowed in return and said, "I'm Yuan Shu, the word Jizhong. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Fan Ye nodded, turned his head to look to the south again, and sighed, "Unfortunately, our cultivation is not enough, otherwise we must also go to the Southern Wilderness to witness with our own eyes the great event of Lord An's subjugation of the Tiger Clan! "

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Southern Wilderness.

Chen Luo and Feng Bugui were separated by hundreds of miles, but their eyes met.

Chen Luo remembers that the first time he saw Feng Bugui, he was still on the outskirts of the vast wilderness of the elephant clan, because he killed his adopted son and provoked him here.

At that time, Feng Bugui was already the pinnacle sage who frightened one side. If Feng Nanzhi hadn't called Feng Bugui back in time, he might have exposed his real body at that time.

When we meet again, it is the tide of blood. I was working between the monster race and the human race, and I had no chance to do something wrong, so Feng Bugui took the opportunity to become the ancestor demon.

Now, it is the third meeting.

The ruthlessness of raising troops in the Southern Desolation, the hatred of imprisoning wives and daughters are all on my mind.

This time, never die!

But the wind does not return, looking at Chen Luo, his heart is also full of murderous intentions.

It was him who killed his adopted son whom he had raised for decades in the vast wilderness!

It was him who snatched Feng Nanzhi, whom he wanted, and even gave birth to a child!

It's him who deployed the southern wasteland, summoned the ancient stars to return, and cut off the chance of the Tiger Clan's rise!

It was him who united those scattered monster races, completely shattering his long-cherished wish of unifying the Southern Wilderness!

But the two hadn't really confronted each other, the aura of Weihu Mountain with a radius of thousands of miles suddenly changed, and then a huge ancestral star projection that seemed to be made of blood appeared above Weihu Mountain.

Even Chen Luo stopped his figure at this moment, looking solemnly at the projection of the ancestral star.

On the ancestral star projection, a middle-aged man slowly walked out. The man's face was ferocious, and the black wings behind him spread out. Although he was only two feet long, he seemed to block out the sun!

"Grandfather!" Feng Bugui was a little surprised by the other party's appearance, and shouted.

This is exactly his biggest support in the Tiger Clan. At the beginning of the war, he killed the two Desolate Soul Realms of the Dapeng Clan and the Peacock Clan. Now the youngest Desolate Soul Realm monster in the Tiger Clan—— The wind cuts the sky!

At the same time that Feng Zhankong appeared, the sky behind Chen Luo was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and four huge ancestral star projections also appeared.

In the north, nine pure white fox tails seemed to touch the sky, and the figure of a woman with an enchanting figure emerged.

Afterwards, beside the nine-tailed woman, a flame seemed to burn the sky, and from the flames, a red jade jumped out, turning into a middle-aged man covered in red.

On the west side, a huge phantom of a mountain peak slowly swayed, and then protruded its limbs, head and tail. It turned out to be a giant tortoise. The giant tortoise swayed slightly and turned into a rather old-looking old man. .

In the east, a passionate roar sounded, and a phantom of a giant bear towered above the sky, and then condensed into a burly and bearded man.

Four desolate souls!

On the battlefield at this time, only the great sage and above can stand under this coercion, and the rest are all frightened by the coercion of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

"This ancestor is confident that he can beat any of them one-on-one!" Feng Zhankong said to Feng Bugui, "If they attack, the desolate souls of other branches will not be able to sit still!"

"As long as they do something, you still have a chance to win!"

Feng Bugui heard the words, and immediately understood Feng Zhankong's thoughts.

Although the six bloodlines of the Tiger Clan have their own origins, in the final analysis they are all descended from the White Tiger. One-on-one battles are fine, but if the more bullies the less, even if the other ancestors are unwilling to make a move, because of the relationship established by the blood, they must also make a move.

At this moment, Feng Bugui suddenly felt that Feng Zhankong was right.

Maybe, there is a real reversal...

"Cough, cough..." A dry cough broke the pressure of the blood that was accumulating in the sky. At this time, from the direction of Daxuan, an overwhelming righteousness swept over the sky, and instantly rushed the blood in the southern sky. scattered.

I saw a hale and thin old man walking step by step with a cane.

"Three questions are half holy!"

Feng Bugui Yantong shrank, he quickly looked at Feng Zhankong, and also saw a strong look of fear from Feng Zhankong's face.

"Ah Jiu, you are still beautiful and delicious!" The old man greeted the nine-tailed celestial fox familiarly, and the nine-tailed celestial fox also wished the old man a blessing.

"Zhu Yanxing, the little guys of my human race are not bad, they have gathered the blood of the emperor and demon for you, have you made a few pots of monkey wine for the three thousand years?"

"Brother Gui, long time no see, you are still alive."

"Xiong Lao Liu, are you awake? Do you want to play with me outside the sky?"

The old man walked all the way, as if he was very familiar with the great demons of the wild soul realm of these four clans, and then he looked at Chen Luo again.

Feeling the other party's gaze, Chen Luo hurriedly saluted.

Although I don't know who he is, but this shelf is definitely a thigh!

"You are very good!"

"The human race is blessed to have you!"

The old man said softly, with a kind tone.

"The old man Yan's push!"

"After this battle, if you have free time, you can come to Yan's house outside Tianwai."

"Baichuan is the old man's great-grandson, let him guide you!"

Chen Luo was startled: Baichuan?

Could you be talking about the former Wenxiang, today's Wensheng, Yan Baichuan?

Great grandson?

Wait, Yan Zhitui?

Damn it, it's really the ancestor of the Yan family!

But before Chen Luo could speak, Yan Zhitui looked at Feng Zhankong again: "Tiger, don't think I don't know what you're planning."

"Come, come, I treat you today!"

"The old man is getting old and can't walk. He needs a mount. The old man thinks you are suitable!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Zhankong to react, Yan Zhi pushed his sleeves, and in an instant, a shrine appeared in the space behind Feng Zhankong, covering Feng Zhankong directly, and escaping into the void middle.

At this time, Yan Zhitui looked at Chen Luo again, his lips moved slightly, and then he stepped forward and walked into the void.

Yan Zhitui's figure disappeared before Chen Luo's eyes, but his voice sounded in Chen Luo's soul——

"Boy, the battle ahead can be fought by those monster races!"

"The battle of Dingding has to be fought by the human race!"

"Strength is the basis of reasoning!"

"It's better to win! When you reach the sky, I will treat you to a drink!"

Chen Luo smiled slightly, and then his face became serious again. With a movement of his body, he rushed towards Feng Bugui, and shouted in his mouth: "Wind Bugui, die!"

Feng Bugui narrowed his eyes, at this moment, he put aside Feng Zhankong's plan, but looked at Chen Luo who was rushing towards him, his whole body exploded with momentum, and he also jumped towards Chen Luo.

"Looking for death!"

The next moment, the space shattered, and the two fell into the void battlefield.

…

At this moment, the battle below stopped, and all the great saints and ancestor demons looked at the place where Feng Bugui and Chen Luo disappeared.

They can besiege and kill Feng Bugui, but they also understand that this is a battle that belongs to Chen Luo, and this is a battle that belongs to the human race.

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If Chen Luo loses, they will naturally take action and will not let him fall, but then the human race's right to speak will be weaker in controlling Nanhuang.

After all, the rules that the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan deeply recognizes is that the strong are respected.

Don't talk about realm, people's high realm is their ability, at this time, they don't recognize this.

Of course, there are disadvantages and advantages.

If Chen Luo wins, it will be tantamount to pulling the Tiger Clan from the altar, and he will rule the Southern Wilderness!

Since the Tiger Clan recognizes that Feng Bugui is the patriarch, they have to recognize this result too!

So, all the monsters held their breath at this time. The four big monsters in the Desolate Soul Realm looked at each other and shot at the same time. In an instant, the void battlefield between Chen Luo and Feng Bugui was projected in front of the monsters.

…

Void battlefield.

The black wings stretched out, and Fengbugui turned into the form of a tiger's head and a human body. Monster energy rose from every pore of his body, and he looked at Chen Luo with murderous intent.

He didn't mean to underestimate Chen Luo. Even though it was less than a month since Chen Luo had set foot on thousands of miles, he understood that Chen Luo, as the fourth Daoist master of Tongtian, certainly couldn't be judged by common sense.

As he flapped his wings, the void battlefield began to crack inch by inch, spreading towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo raised his hand, and the Bamboo Stick of Seven Emotions condensed in his hand. Facing the collapsed void, he waved the bamboo stick of Seven Emotions heavily...

"Hmph, you can't break my meaning of 'collapse'..." Seeing Chen Luo's actions, Feng Bugui sneered in his heart, but the next moment he flinched, only to see the collapse of that space It didn't stop, but rushed towards him in a more serious form.

From the very beginning, Chen Luo never thought of repairing the space where the wind does not return to the collapse, but to destroy it more thoroughly on his basis, and then borrow a little bit of "fighting and star shifting" power to destroy the collapsed space. Bad boot back.

"Small cleverness!" Feng Bugui snorted coldly, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Chen Luo. He stepped back to create space, but in the blink of an eye, Feng Bugui appeared in front of him.

"It's true that you are the pride of the human race, but I am also the pride of the tiger race!" The unmatched force was transmitted into Chen Luo's body along the bamboo stick, and all his intentions of blocking were subdued in front of this force, with almost no resistance.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Chen Luo was blown away.

…

"No, it's still too far away!" Outside Weihu Mountain, looking at the influence in the void, many ancestor monsters shook their heads slightly.

Chen Luo had indeed beheaded a big monster at the Desolate Bone Realm before, but the question is, is Feng Bugui an ordinary Desolate Bone Realm?

Leapfrog beheading is indeed exclusive to geniuses. But have you met a genius who can also leapfrog and kill, and this genius is even higher than your realm?

Feng Bugui is right, Chen Luo is a genius, but he is also a genius!

"It's the domineering and murderous intent in Qiongqi's bloodline just now..." Nine-tailed Sky Fox frowned slightly, "If you can't restrain it, the opponent is almost defenseless under this murderous intent."

"That's right!" Zhu Yan nodded, "Qiong Qi's bloodline talent is really too difficult to deal with, unless one's own reasoning can restrain this vicious intent!"

"Hey, are we going to make a move?" Xiong Zuweng said in a low voice.

"Not for the time being." Guizu shook his head, "Look at the expression on that little guy from the human race, he seems quite confident."

…

"Sure enough, there is still a gap in strength!" Chen Luo finally stopped his figure in the void, shaking the arm that was blocking just now. At this moment, the part of his body damaged by Feng Bugui's claw is being repaired rapidly.

In my impression, the last time I was so passive was when I was fighting against the puppet of Emperor Wu of the Gu Sect.

It's just that Chen Luo is still thinking here, that Feng Bugui has already chased after him, this time, Feng Bugui turned his claws into fists, and the previous domineering and murderous intent almost condensed into substance, hitting Chen Luo heavily.

This time, Chen Luo didn't retreat, his left eye shone blue, and his right eye shone golden.

The next moment, first a golden figure walked out of Chen Luo's figure, and a Buddhist chant of "Nan Wufu Tathagata" was sung, and he directly reached out and punched Feng Bugui.

"Dang—" a huge sound sounded, and the sound waves shook the void, and the figure who defeated the Buddha only took two steps back.

This is the rewinding of that majestic domineering intent, and just as it was about to rush into Dou Shengfo's body, another green-robed figure appeared beside Dou Shengfo.

"When I see this flower, the color of this flower is distinct!"

As the voice fell, a phantom of a wild flower condensed in the void, and the wild flower slid around, absorbing all the domineering and murderous intent of the wind on the petals.

"When I don't see this flower, this flower is with my heart!"

In an instant, the petals fell and the wild flowers dissipated, and with the wild flowers dissipated, there was also the domineering and murderous intent of Feng Bugui.

I didn't wait for the wind to return before attacking. After defeating the Buddha and Wang Yangming, Chen Luo's figure suddenly rushed out, and a heavy fist entwined with the air of the world rushed towards Feng Bugui. Feng Bugui crossed his hands Stop it, but the next moment, he felt countless broken thoughts rushing into his soul.

"I want to be the champion!"

"I like the widow Bai Jie from the next village!"

"Snatch two more people today and buy a good coffin for my mother!"

"Get rich, I'm rich!"

Countless desires exploded in Feng Bugui's mind, and a tiger's howl sounded in his mind and soul, which instantly dispelled these sounds, but just as he regained consciousness, he saw a face with the soles of its feet facing him Kick it down.

Boom!

The wind does not return and is instantly kicked away!

Chen Luo put his feet away, barely stopped, and chased towards the upside-down wind again, and the two clones of Dou Shengfo and Wang Yangming followed closely behind!

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The outside world.

"This... what kind of supernatural power is this?"

"Avatar incarnation?"

"By the way, Chen Luo's martial art is a fusion of the three heaven-reaching avenues of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism that he created himself!"

"Strange, why didn't I see the incarnation of Daomen Avenue?"

"I heard that apart from Zhen Yuanzi, Chen Luo doesn't seem to have paid much attention to him!"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, it's because of Taoist inaction! Of course there is no need to come out for inaction."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, the nine-tailed sky fox looked worried: "The avatar of the Dao..."

"Within the Dao of Heaven, it is indeed possible to barely fight against the wind!"

"But the fatal blow is still missing, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

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Void.

With the help of Dou Victory Buddha and Wang Yangming Yin Dao, Chen Luo finally fought back and forth with the wind.

But this is not what Chen Luo wants.

Yan's thighs... No, it was Yan Zhitui who specifically reminded himself that he wanted to win beauty!

"The meaning of life?"

No, the strength of Feng Bugui is not comparable to that of the previous opponent, this power of life is the magical skill of Shunfeng, it is not suitable to be used here.

"Martial Emperor Fist?"

The next moment, Chen Luo rang the punch that could cross the grade, but quickly dismissed the idea.

This was originally his reliance on dealing with the wind and no return, but now he has changed his mind.

The monster race outside must be watching now? It's best to keep this kind of almost self-harming boxing as the killer's trump card.

Besides, self-mutilation cannot be said to win beauty!

The next moment, a crazy idea popped up in Chen Luo's mind.

Seeing that the wind that was about to break through the blockade of Dou Zhan Shen Buddha and Wang Yangming was not enough, Chen Luo raised his hand again, and the bamboo staff of seven emotions condensed again, but then it turned into seven colorful auras and rushed towards the wind without returning.

Seven emotions supernatural powers!

Just when the Seven Emotions supernatural powers slightly interfered with Feng Bugui, Chen Luo stepped back a few feet, closed his eyes, and his whole body's energy and blood suddenly circulated, and his blood body transformed!

Without using the identity of Dou Erdun, a barbarian from the first three transformations, Chen Luo directly started from the Yaozu.

The first change: Bai Ze.

Chen Luo's figure changed, and a huge phantom of Bai Ze appeared above his head. Feeling the power of this body, Chen Luo's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough!

As I stepped through thousands of miles, all the blood vessels of the blood body also entered the realm of thousands of miles!

Second Change: Great Sun Golden Crow!

The fire was lingering, and the phantom of a three-legged crow danced around Chen Luo's body.

The third change: Qilin!

A phantom of a unicorn appeared, and both Bai Ze and the Great Sun Golden Crow lowered their heads slightly.

The fourth change: Ming Kun!

Only hearing the sound of waves and waves in the void, a huge kun jumped out of the void and turned into a ten-thousand-mile cloud roc, chasing after the three-legged Golden Crow.

Fifth Change: Canglong!

The majestic dragon chant resounded, and a phantom of a tens of feet of blue dragon emerged in the void.

In an instant!

Arrayed in the east, the Canglong set off a stormy sea!

Arrayed in the south, the Golden Crow is burning with scorching sun!

Arrayed in the north, Bai Zesheng is extremely auspicious!

Arrayed in the west, the Kunpeng howled the wind!

The unicorn is in the center, suppressing the void!

At the same time, Feng Bugui dispelled the interference of the seven emotions, broke through the obstruction of Dou Shengfo and Wang Yangming, and rushed towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo regained his human form, clenched his fist with one hand, and suddenly punched Feng Bugui. In an instant, the five **** bodies turned into phantoms and turned into martial arts rays of light, blending into Chen Luo's fist, and Feng Bugui faced each other again and again. superior!

Boom!

A loud noise almost penetrated the void and spread to the outside world.

After a moment of confrontation, Chen Luo's Buddhist and Confucian avatars dissipated, and blood flowed from the corners of his own mouth. When the wind did not return, he felt countless forces rushing into his body like a flood, and in the sea of ​​spirits, the poor The phantom of the ancestor of Qi was besieged by five divine beasts, biting and devouring them non-stop.

"Poof!" Feng Bugui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then every blood node in his body began to explode one after another, and his aura quickly receded.

Feng Bugui looked at Chen Luo in disbelief, he didn't understand whether he was a monster or Chen Luo was a monster!

At this time, Chen Luo put away his fists, suppressed the injuries in his body, and looked at the wind with a calm expression.

"You lost!"

The appearance of Feng Bugui is aging rapidly, which is a symbol of the exhaustion of the source of blood. He looked at Chen Luo, and finally said, "What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Chen Luo said calmly: "The Demon Emperor Fist!"

Feng Bugui's originally burly figure began to slump. He coughed up blood, looked at Chen Luo with resentful eyes, and finally showed a stern smile.

"Do you think that Feng Nanzhi can take over Nanhuang smoothly after I die?"

"Do you think that you and Feng Nanzhi's evil seed can become the future king of the Southern Wilderness?"

Chen Luo frowned slightly. At this moment, Feng Bugui raised his head and shouted with almost the last of his strength: "I, Feng Bugui, am worthy of the Tiger Clan!"

"Feng Nanzhi betrayed the Tiger Clan, betrayed Nanhuang, had an affair with Chen Luo, and already gave birth to a daughter!"

The roar of the tiger was mighty, and the void came out in an instant.

Chen Luo frowned, and said with a sinister smile: "Hahahaha, Chen Luo, the Tiger Clan will not be safe, not!"

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The outside world.

The sound of the wind not returning spread to the outside world, and it seemed as if the pot had exploded.

"What? Chen Luo and Feng Nanzhi have a child?"

"Feng Nanzhi betrayed the Tiger Clan?"

"The human race has really been deployed in the Southern Desolation for a long time!"

Even the four great wild soul monsters in the sky frowned slightly.

However, at this moment, a magnificent voice sounded from the phoenix tree forest, spreading throughout the Southern Desolation.

The voice of the Azure Dragon Emperor, who was deaf just now, sounded full of arrogance.

"This marriage was arranged by this emperor!"

As the voice of the Azure Dragon Emperor spread, the previous discussion suddenly calmed down, but then there was a new discussion.

"Oh, the Azure Dragon Emperor protects the media... Then it's not considered as abandoning the Southern Wilderness!"

"It's more than just counting, you think, doesn't this mean that our thighs are thicker?"

"Wait, in this way, even if the Southern Wilderness is handed over to the Tiger Clan, the future will belong to Chen Luo's children, not directly to the imperial court! I agree!"

"That's right, that's right, I was still thinking that the Southern Wilderness would belong to the human race, so I would go far away, but now it doesn't seem necessary."

As for the tiger clan, in the invisible void, sighs of relief came from the ancestor demon stars one by one.

"Let Feng Nanzhi come back! She should be in charge of the Tiger Clan!"

"This is a good thing for the Tiger Clan!"

"The dream of the past, it's time to wake up!"

…

The wind does not return: (ヾ????)

Impossible! Can't! its not right!

How could this happen?

Chen Luo took a deep breath, stepped in front of Feng Bugui, stretched out his hand to grab Feng Bugui's neck, and lifted it up.

"Don't worry, you won't be lonely."

"This battle in the Southern Wilderness requires a lesson!"

"I will, slaughter the Yihu lineage, as a wake-up call for future generations!"

The wind does not return and the eyes are about to split~IndoMTL.com~ hoarsely said: "How dare you..."

"I dare not!"

Chen Luo took a cold look at Feng Bugui, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist, only to hear a "click", Feng Bugui's head drooped, and a tiger spirit floated out, Chen Luo directly grabbed it and let it go into a jade bottle.

"I'll let you see it with your own eyes!"

After speaking, Chen Luo grabbed Feng Bugui's body and walked out of the void.

Almost at the same time, Yan Zhitui also walked out grabbing the half-dead Feng Zhankong.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Chen Luo glanced around for a week, and wherever his eyes went, no matter what kind of monster clan he was, he bowed his head to signal.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and said: "The tiger clan has no way, but they are all instigated by the Yihu lineage where the wind does not return!"

"From today onwards, Yihu's bloodline will be cut, and Yihu Qiongqi will be removed from the name!"

He looked at Miaomiao Void: "The tiger clan has an opinion!"

A moment later, an old voice came out: "The winged tiger is the blood of the wild soul, can you..."

"Besides the Heavenly Tiger, I will protect your Tiger Clan's wild soul blood!" Chen Luo said firmly, "If you disagree..."

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and his whole body rose to the sky again: "Tiger Clan, let's fight again!"

Almost as soon as Chen Luo's words fell, phantoms of the holy hall and Taoist palace appeared in the sky, and a shadow of a tree in the sycamore forest crossed the sky.

The old voice sighed faintly, and then no more sound came out.

Chen Luo just smiled, looked at the Yaozu coalition army, and said softly: "We have won!"

Suddenly, one after another cheers sounded.

At this moment, a sycamore leaf appeared out of thin air and landed on Chen Luo's shoulder. The sycamore leaf fluttered, and a divine thought came out.

"Stop messing around with them here."

"Hurry up and rescue the old great-granddaughter..."