Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1054: Calculate
The ancestral land of the Feng clan is majestic, and there is a faint phoenix surging through the sky, soaring up to 90,000 miles.
The attic made of jade and carved fences are scattered, and when seen from a distance, they look like countless silk ribbons scattered with stars.
There is a certain unspeakable connection between the faintly, this attic, as many as yellow sand, has formed a majestic array, and among these buildings, the most conspicuous is a nine-story high The attic is in the shape of seven stars.
At this time, the candlelight flickered in the building, and a little dim light from the fire passed through the bamboo windows.
Feng Tian sits in front of the sandalwood table, splashing ink and doing it in one go. The pen tip is like a ghost and a number that can be written, which is awkward and unspeakable.
Look carefully, the words written on this rice paper seem to be: "Every major event has a quiet atmosphere." The font is vivid, and a pause is like splitting a mountain and a rock. You can feel the vigor and vitality just by looking at it. .
But the strangest thing is that such a very charming language is written by blood.
Feng Tian was born in the Feng Clan, and he is very noble in itself. When I was young, he spent time and drink, and Jin was drunk and had no ambitions. I don't know how many years have passed since Hun Hun Ou, but one day he suddenly realized that he wanted to cultivate the Tao. Never thought of being a good seedling of the Taoist monk, since then he has been out of control. Apart from martial arts practice every day, it is cultivating Taoism. No matter what you are doing, you are full of energy.
Later, relying on his powerful strength, he went straight to the emperor, occupied a place among the Feng Clan, and became a leader among the Feng Clan.
As soon as Fengtian finished writing, the blood stains on the rice paper hadn't dried up, and there was a gentle knock on the door.
Feng Tianchao blew a breath of heat on the rice paper, without raising his eyelids, he said solemnly: "Come in." In the ancestral land of the Feng clan, anyone who can knock on the door of this room has at least the emperor's cultivation level. In this case, he must be Feng Tian's cronies.
The door opened, and Feng Xinxiao pushed it open.
He looked slightly pale, and respectfully arched his hands, and said: "Father, don't you start to temper your spiritual energy at this time on weekdays, and you have nurtured the avenue?"
"Knowing that you are coming, I've been waiting here." Feng Tian said softly with a face as usual.
Feng Xinxiao looked at the large characters written on the rice paper and said in a low voice: "I lost."
If he is defeated in the hands of the emperor, he can bear it, but it is only the nobleman who has trampled him under his feet. Even if he understands the power of the law, he is still just a venerable, even an ant who is not in his eyes. This is something he cannot bear.
Besides, at the critical juncture, if it weren't for Fengtian's move.
Under the offensive of Yin Yang Avenue, he will definitely be seriously injured.
When Fengtian heard this, his face became cold, and the temperature inside the house dropped suddenly, and he was plunged into the twelfth lunar month of winter, even the air was freezing. Even with Feng Xinxiao's cultivation base, the surface of her skin was covered with a layer of frost, and her heart roared.
At this moment, Feng Tian is the master of this space, and a word can tell the truth about life and death. After a full ten-odd breath, his voice sounded calmly: "The Feng Clan is one of the hegemons of the Great Thousand World, surpassing the tens of thousands of people, and has existed in the Great Thousand World for hundreds of thousands of years."
"And you, the son of my Fengtian, are destined to shock the world." Feng Tian's words caused Feng Xinxiao to raise her head and look at the word seriously.
"There is peace in every big event." He muttered silently in his heart.
Feng Tian didn't speak, looking at the starry sky through the wooden window. World-defying straw bag prostitute: the supreme cute wife
After a while, Feng Xinxiao's eyes flashed, and she nodded gently, saying: "I see."
Feng Tian showed satisfaction in his eyes, put down the words in his hand, and whispered: "You are extremely talented, and your cultivation is a smooth journey, and you have never encountered setbacks. This incident is not for you. The bad thing, after you draw the neutrals over, you can go to the Ten Thousand Realms. You will feel shallow on the paper, and there are many things that you have to see with your own eyes and experience with your own eyes to understand the truth. There are more roads to walk. The truth can't be wrong." This sound is not loud, but it has a definite meaning, beyond doubt.
Feng Xinxiao nodded vigorously, pinching her fists together.
Feng Tian's thick and wide back flickered with the candlelight and walked out of the attic.
Soon, a series of lights came into his eyes, as brilliant as summer flowers. He put his hands on the railing and looked into the distance, his eyes full of wild ambition that could burn all things. This kind of gaze has also appeared in eccentric eyes, but Feng Tian's is more domineering and decisive. This is a kind of madness that I would rather take the world under the people than the world under the people.
Feng Xinxiao hesitated for a moment, then walked to his side and looked up into the distance.
After half a cup of tea, Feng Tian took his gaze back from a distance, and said in a deep voice, "How is the challenge?"
"It has been arranged. This time, it will definitely hurt the strength of the talk, and it will be difficult for a hundred years to do anything." When he said this, the color of confidence in his eyes resurfaced again.
"Well, that's fine." Feng Tian nodded in praise.
Feng Xinxiao hesitated, her lips moved, and said: "This time, the peacemaking faction sent a human race to participate in the fight, named Ouyang Ming."
"Is it the strong human race who fought you on Lingshi Square before?" Ouyang Ming's handsome face appeared in Feng Tian's eyes.
"Well, it's this person, I deliberately pretended not to know, and when I wait for the big competition, I will talk about his bloodline, beat him down, and break his arm." Feng Xinxiao's eyes flashed ruthlessly.
Feng Tian's fingers rubbed his eyebrows, and he was silent for a moment, and said: "Feng Xiang has a heart for Kunpeng, don't underestimate him, is he suspicious?"
Feng Xinxiao shook her head: "It shouldn't be. I deliberately increased the difficulty of registration by a few points. He would only think that I deliberately made things difficult, and my guardianship would weaken a lot, instead of thinking that I had an insight into the overall situation."
Feng Tian stared at his face for a while, and after three or four breaths, he said with emotion: "This time there is a lot of movement!"
The movement is inevitable. It can be said that within the Feng Clan, all the royal masters have received invitations to participate in this feast.
The letter said that it was for fairness and openness. They were invited to judge the victory or defeat. Seeing this reason, all the Feng clan powerhouses laughed and would not take it seriously. Everyone knew the real reason.
On the ninth day of the seventh month of the Fengyang calendar, the morning light has not yet broken, there is no cloud, and the weather is a bit too good.
"Boom boom boom..."
A deafening bell blasted over Feng Clan Zuxing, sound waves swept across all directions, and at the same time it lifted nothingness.
The sound is so brilliant that hundreds of thousands of peaks are covered by sound waves.
The turbulent river in the mountains reversed instantly, and the spirit exploded. The President’s Sweet Wife of Love
The river water was actually condensed by a mysterious force and turned into a purple phoenix. Every hair and every line is very lifelike, and it rushes up from the river in anger.
One end, two ends, three ends...
It seems infinite, and the whole world is filled with purple phoenix.
If it's just like this, it's fine, even on every mountain there is a spirit beast of the Venerable Peak roaring up to the sky, and its aura stirs nothingness. The shock brought by this scene is unimaginable.
When these purple phoenixes fell on a terrace, the light that turned into an instant disappeared.
Like scattered purple dandelions, sad but beautiful.
Under the terrace, Rhubarb, Goshawk, and King Kong exchanged glances and said, "The Feng Clan is worthy of being the overlord of the world, and the background is too deep." After just such a short time, they saw countless phoenixes. The strong people of the clan have endless auras and bottomlessness. The gaze from their gaze makes their skin feel painful, and even pierce their backs with a cold glow.
Ouyangming stood in front of them, dressed in a white robe like snow, with a temperament like an immortal.
This time, he will play against one side on behalf of the speaker. Projects include refining equipment, arranging formations, and refining pill. As for breaking the prohibition and divination of heavenly secrets, he does not have his name. Of course, this is because one person can only participate in three events at most, otherwise, with his strength, there will be no pressure to break the ban. After all, the ban and the formation have the same goal by different means, and he also has experience in lifting the ban.
Ouyangming shrugged his shoulders, his sharp eyes traversed.
At his level of cultivation, let alone the dim sky, he can see clearly even under the deep sea.
He discovered that although the terrace is only a few thousand feet, it is not too big. However, those with the lowest cultivation base are all Venerables. Thousands of people are crowded. Even the emperor has more than a dozen positions, and he is majestic. Only one such strong man can slaughter the spirit world cleanly and make all living creatures extinct.
There is a high platform on the east side of the terrace. On the high platform are ten incense burners that can only be held by ten people, and purple smoke rises. And behind the incense burner, a row of square chairs lined up like a long dragon, turned out to be all the finest green pear and mahogany, even if it is burned with water, it is not bad at all. This position is obviously reserved for the emperor among the Feng clan.
A white phoenix stands in the middle of the terrace. It is only ten feet long, but it is related to the luck of the ancestors of the Feng family. The color on it is mottled, and some places are covered with black spots. I don’t know how many years it has existed. .
This white phoenix~IndoMTL.com~ is the guardian totem of the Feng clan. It can be used to test blood veins. The color of blood veins varies depending on the intensity of blood veins.
As for why we didn't test the bloodline first, it took a lot of effort to help Ouyang Ming sign up for the competition. Feng Xiang also had his own considerations. He wanted to pit Feng Xinxiao in front of many strong men, and now it was up to him to see if Feng Xinxiao would take the bait.
However, with this person's level of caution, Feng Xiang is 60% sure that he will bite this bait. As long as he talks about Ouyang Ming's blood, Feng Xiang will strike him a heavy blow without hesitation. Although he didn't know the level of Ouyang Ming's Feng clan bloodline, if he could make Feng Ling feel terrified, it must be extraordinary.
Feng Xiang didn't know how big a sensation was caused when that purple bloom.
Where is a heavy blow, is this a fatal blow?
"Brother Fengyun, please, please." Feng Xiang smiled mildly, and deliberately pulled back, welcoming the neutral Feng clan powerhouse to the terrace. (https:)