At the foot of Jilei Mountain, an old man was sitting on a grandmaster's chair, holding a sound transmission jade in his hand, the light in his eyes flickered more and more.

"It's time, let everyone know, let me go!" The old man stood up directly from his seat, and then said vigorously, his expression was very excited.

"Master, are we finally going to recapture everything we used to?" A young man came to the old man's side, and then said with joy.

"Well, there has been news from Sect Master Chen that the Jilei Mountain is very empty now, and it is the best time for our mutiny!" The old man nodded lightly, then said with a leisurely expression.

"After a thousand years of waiting, it is finally the day to bear fruit." The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said to himself, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

The group of them has been huddled at the foot of this mountain for a full thousand years.

In their dreams, they all wanted to return to the Holy Sect of Wind and Thunder and continue to hold power.

Now that it is finally waiting for such an opportunity, everyone's hearts are very excited, and they can't wait to immediately kill Feng Lei Shengzong and get back everything they once had.

After the old man summoned his subordinates, he did not hesitate to soar into the sky and directly entered the Fenglei Saint Sect.

Most of the masters in Fenglei Sacred Sect had already gone out at this moment, only a few weak disciples were left.

Those ordinary disciples were naturally not the opponents of the old man and the masters, they were beaten up and down.

The old man quickly broke into the Fenglei Saint Sect, and he looked at the old Yun who was blocking him with a calm expression.

"Feng Ling, what do you mean by this old thing? Do you want to betray Saint Fenglei Sect?" Old man Yun frowned and said, his face is very ugly.

"Old man Yun, if you are acquainted, just get out of the way. I just want to get back what belongs to me." Feng Ling shook his head lightly, then said calmly.

"Bastard! What did you take Fenglei Shengzong for? Do you think it is your private property? Restoration belongs to you!" Old man Yun snorted unceremoniously, then said with contempt, as if he completely looked down on it. The same as wind.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Either you get out of the way, or you die under the old man's hand, you choose yourself." After Feng Ling heard the old man's words, he lightly frowned his brows, and then he did nothing. He said something unceremoniously.

Chi Zesheng changed, he wanted to master Wind and Thunder Saint Sect as soon as possible, and didn't want to waste too much time.

"Hehe, although I am not your opponent, but I want to hold you down for a while, there is no big problem. As long as the Lord Lord and many masters return, you will die without a burial place!" With a very ironic smile on the corner of his mouth, he said in a contemptuous tone, and didn't think Feng Ling could really succeed in usurping the throne.

After all, if the Wind and Thunder Sacred Sect were really so easy to break through, it would not have survived for so many years.

"Hehe, I advise you to stop daydreaming anymore. Do you really think that guy Leiming has life to come back?" Feng Ling sneered unceremoniously after hearing Old Man Yun's words.

In Feng Ling's eyes, Leiming was already dead at the moment.

After all, Chen Xi is a strong man in the realm of the Great Emperor, and it is definitely not something a little thunder can contend!

Lei Ming was not Chen Xi's opponent, let alone Chen Xi still has the right time and place and home court advantage.

If Lei Ming still had his life back in this way, then Feng Ling would really have nothing to say.

"What do you mean by this?" When Old Man Yun heard Feng Ling's words, he was taken aback for a while, then frowned and asked.

"I told you everything that should be said, but don't ask if you shouldn't. Just remember that thunder will undoubtedly die today!" Feng Ling did not answer Old Man Yun's words directly, but said with a smile on his face. One sentence.

There are some things that don’t need to be said too much.

"No wonder you dare to come to Fenglei Saint Sect, it turns out that you have long since relied on it!" Old Man Yun had actually believed most of Feng Ling's words.

After all, this old fellow Feng Ling is always treacherous and cunning, and he will never take risks easily. Since he dared to come to Fenglei Saint Sect again, he must be fully prepared.

If it weren't for this reason, Feng Ling would have died in that battle a thousand years ago, and how could he have escaped.

In addition, Lei Ming did not chase Feng Ling less, but he escaped every time.

It can be said that this kind of thing happens once or twice as a fluke, but if it happens every time, it can only be said that Fengling is indeed somewhat capable, otherwise he would not survive for so long.

No one knows, in fact, Fengling is hiding at the foot of the mountain.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. This is more than just talking.

"Old man Yun, I see you and me in the past, and I will ask you one last sentence, do you really want to stop me?" Feng Ling took a deep breath, and then asked solemnly.

The strength of this old guy should not be underestimated, if he could not kill himself, that would be great.

But if this old guy insisted on blocking, then Feng Ling would have to fight him.

Fenglei Saint Sect can only have one master, and that is his Fengling!

"Old friend, since you have already spoken to this point. If I continue to block you, I really can't justify it, please do it." After thinking about it for a long time, Old Man Yun turned his body slightly. Then he made way for Fengling, and he said with a smile.

"So thank you very much." After Feng Ling saw this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A person who knows the current affairs is a handsome man. After all these years, Old Man Yun has not lived in vain. He still understands the truth.

Now that the thunder is gone, he doesn't need to continue struggling anymore. It's better to be a favor and help the wind.

What's more, Old Man Yun had long been dissatisfied with Thunder, and the result now fits his liking.

As the old man Yun turned, and Fenglei Shengzong was defeated like a mountain, Yun Fengling barely took much effort to once again control this sacred land Xuanmen, which had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, in his own hands.

Feng Ling sat high on the throne of the lord, his right hand gently stroked the armrest, a gentle color flashed in his eyes.

"It's been so many years, the old man finally got what he wanted." Feng Ling slowly closed his eyes, and then said to himself.

"Meet the Holy Lord!"

Below, a large group of people knelt to the ground respectfully, they kept shouting loudly and worshipping Fengling.