"Should they help them all to play, wouldn't you leave the king alone?" Jun Fenghuajun's face was slightly black, and the family who said he was good?

There is no one in the house, and the bamboo forest enchantment is strengthened. At first glance, everyone looks like they are far away.

When Jun Fenghua had to walk out of the bamboo forest, when he was going to find everyone, he saw a ghostly figure outside the bamboo forest.

"Who ?!" He performed illusions and set the man in place.

"Are you ... Feng Tian?"

When I saw the man, Jun Fenghua froze a bit. Why is this product so old?

The old man whom he called Fengyuntian is the old wind ancestor who escaped from the disaster that day.

At this time, the ancestor of Feng was embarrassed, holding his body, wearing a black patched robe, missing an arm and not saying, his eyes were blinded by Emperor Fu.

However, he absconded for a few days and did not know what forbidden technique he practiced. He opened the Tianyan and replaced his eyes with Tianyan.

"Who are you and why do you know the husband's name?" Feng ancestor said with a sullen face. For so many years, few people knew his real name. Everyone had to call him his respectful respectfully.

Jun Fenghua grinned, "I have seen you when you were young."

After a pause, his smile gradually grew dark. "If it wasn't for the first-generation patriarch of your Feng family to divide the king's spirit into three imprisoned, how could the king be trapped for so many years?"

When the ancestor Feng heard that it was divided into three, he immediately understood it. His face was pale and trembling, "You, are you an elf king?"

The ancestral teaching of the Feng family, the seal of the three jade flowers in the closed room of the forbidden area imprisoned a powerful spirit, must be used by the Feng family owners to strengthen their imprisonment strength when they died.

He learned about it from his parents when he was a child, and asked his father what was imprisoned.

His father told him at that time that the spirit of the elven king was imprisoned. Only by dividing the spirit of the elven king into three can he imprison it permanently.

If a spirit body divided into three is united and absorbs enough spiritual power, he will come to this world, causing the soul to be coated with charcoal.

The Feng Family has had to bear the responsibility of imprisoning the Seal Elf King since ancient times, but never imagined that the guy who imprisoned for thousands of years came here? !!

"Is the poisonous lady of Yaoqing releasing you ?!" Feng ancestors instantly understood, irritated!

There was a hint of hatred in Jun Fenghua's smile, and the Feng family lords used his lifelong practice to suppress his power. The suppression for thousands of years made him less than 1% of his strength that year.

He hated the Deathwind tribe! If it weren't for the wind clan, he would have led the elf clan to grow stronger, how could he be destroyed!

The ancestor of the wind suddenly felt the strong murderous power emanating from Jun Fenghua, and his face was trembling with fear.

He managed to escape from the disaster of extinction and hid in the dark cave to practice the forbidden technique. Finally, after opening the eyes of the sky, he wanted to inquire about it. Who knew that he would run into this killing god!

"You are here, are you looking for Fuyao to get revenge?" Jun Fenghua smiled, but made her ancestor increasingly uneasy.

He wanted to escape, but this time, he was settled by Jun Fenghua, and he couldn't escape if he wanted to escape!

"The elven king, the person who imprisoned your spirit is the first-generation owner of the Feng family. It has nothing to do with me, and I have not used my lifelong cultivation to imprison you, please, please, let me go?" Feng Lao Zu whispered.

He originally wanted to be the owner of the wind family, because he learned that when he retired as the owner, he would repair his life to take the imprisoned king, so he refused to be the owner.

Lifelong repair is gone, isn't that killing him!

"I let you go, when did your wind clan let go of your king? Imprison your king for thousands of years. This feud, your wind clan must return!"

Jun Fenghua sneered slightly, clasped Feng's ancestor with one hand, and forced his cultivation to absorb.

The endless cultivation is to drain from the body, and the ancestor of the wind is frightened. If he wants to struggle, he can't even move it.

The ancestor of the wind was like this, watching Jun Fenghua as if he had cleaned him up.

He regretted his intestines! !!

His Feng family shouldn't mess with Yao Qing from the beginning. Now, because of Yao Qing, the Feng family has been destroyed.

There was only one of him left, and even without revenge, he was killed in the hands of the elven king.

How can this please him?

"puff--"

As soon as Jun Fenghua had absorbed his practice, Feng's ancestors were angry and bloody, and he could not help spit out the blood stains of his mouth, glaring at his eyes, and he was mad to death!

"Cut, really weak chicken." Jun Fenghua clapped his hands disgustingly, barely struck a palm flame, and burned the body of the wind ancestor to avoid stink in the future and affect the bamboo forest air.

The wind ancestor did not expect to die, and he was arrogant, and ended up with no bones.

If he can be reborn, he will definitely not provoke Emperor Fuyao, and if he sees the surname Emperor, he will detour!

Unfortunately, no if.

"Will the king go to Fuyao, or continue to look for the Dark Warrior?" After standing and thinking for a while, Jun Fenghua decided to find the Dark Warrior first and absorb the remaining dark power in his body before talking!

He turned around and walked away, and the wind from the corner of the clothes directly blows the ashes of the wind ancestor's body into the air.

...

But they said that Bai Ze and Huo'er, in order to find Emperor Fuyao, they ran without knowing how many roads, but found nothing.

The two had no choice but to think of looking for Ye Zhongyuan.

There was a mysterious connection between Bai Ze and Mo Qilin. He knew from Mo Qilin's reply that Ye Zhongyuan had come to Nanxuan, and he hurried to Nanxuan with Huo'er.

At this moment, Ye Zhongyuan had already come to Nanxuan, and as he said in the letter, he went directly to the First Inn.

After finding the room where Yan Qianxue lived, he pushed in the door directly.

"Night, you finally came." Yan Qianxue, who had been waiting for a long time, got up from the soft collapse, exquisite figure swaying, bringing bursts of incense.

Ye Zhongyuan was expressionless, ignoring all the beauty of the woman, and said coldly: "Where is the god?"

Yan Qianxue deliberately covered his mouth and chuckled, "I'm tired of hurrying. I have already prepared food for you, which is your favorite. Try it?"

"Where is the god?" Ye Zhongyuan's handsome and impassive face still had no emotional fluctuations.

"Night, do you have a begging attitude?" Yan Qianxue smiled meaningfully. "Want to know, just sit down and have a meal before you say that you are distressed by the Emperor Fuyao, and I am also very distressed that you are so tired of running around for her. "

Ye Zhongyuan's eyes showed a hint of impatience, "Yan Qianxue, I don't have time to play with you, where is the shrine!"

"Hehe. See, only in a few days, you and I were divided like this. You used to call me a thousand snow, but now it's really sad to call me by name."

Yan Qianxue smiled a bit harshly.

Ye Chongyuan's patience really reached the extreme.

"Wanting to know where the shrine is, it's easy. If you promise me a condition, I'll tell you."

"Say."

"With my round room, I'll send the deity in front of you, how?"