I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 39 Disaster
Feng Huang was still stubborn and didn't want to speak, but Bixue Changfeng had already lost his patience.

Just a slight thrust forward pierced the phoenix's throat.

Her eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, and she stared at Feng Xuan with resentment.

"Since you don't want to talk, I don't bother to listen."

"It is better to tell the dead the truth about the dead!"

Beigong Boyu suddenly stood up and looked at the shattered ice heart in his hand.

His eyes became colder and colder.

The Purple Jade Sky Sword seemed to sense his intention and actually soared into the air.

Beigong Boyu hesitated for a moment, then flew up on his sword and headed straight for the checkpoint.

Hundreds of miles of space is just a blink of an eye for the Purple Jade Sky Sword that can tear through the air.

Looking at Feng Xuan who was drawing his sword and about to leave.

Beigong Boyu was enraged and stepped into the air, with the Purple Jade Sky Sword in his hand.

The two were still hundreds of meters apart, but the huge purple-black sword energy had already locked onto Feng Xuan.

boom!
The blood-colored sword energy and the purple-black sword energy collided in the air.

The aftermath was so raging that the land within a radius of hundreds of meters seemed to have been plowed.

The high tower outpost is in ruins and no longer has the ability to provide protection and early warning.

Beigong Boyu held Feng Huang in his arms and stared down at Feng Xuan for a while.

"good very good!"

Feng Huang's breath had long since ceased, but her body temperature was still there.

Beigong Boyu didn't dare to delay, and after saying some harsh words, he prepared to leave.

The blood-colored sword energy came again.

Beigong Boyu simply waved his sword and blocked Feng Xuan's continuous attacks.

His eyes became colder and colder, and gradually, a layer of frost covered Beigong Boyu's eyes.

This is the Beigong family's martial arts method, performed to its extreme.

Feng Xuan relied on the exquisiteness of "Xiaoyao Wangyue Bu" and the strong physique of "Gangfengyun Body".

He withstood Beigong Boyu's purple jade sky sword.

Feng Xuan sneered in his heart: "The Demon Sword is not a good guy."

"Even Yang Yong was sucked dry, how can you be any better?"

Whoosh!
A hint of yellow light was hidden above the blood-colored sword energy.

Taking advantage of the moment when Beigong Boyu was tired of chopping.

It happened to hit Beigong Boyu's hideous Shura mask.

Stab it!

The sword energy tore Shura's mask into pieces, and the golden light cut through Yu Langjun.

A bloodstain appeared on Beigong Boyu's face, which was more beautiful than a woman's.

A hideous wound extending from the forehead to the corner of the eye.

"Looking like a man like this!"

"Beigong Boyu, we will meet again!"

Although Bixue Changfeng is a famous weapon, it has become somewhat exhausted after dozens of rounds.

If he were to clash head-on with the magic sword again, the sword might break on the spot.

Feng Xuan turned around and was about to leave, but Beigong Boyu suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky.

"Hahaha!"

"it is good!"

"very good!"

"One day, an ant will actually be able to hurt a dragon."

"Beigong Boyu has learned his lesson!"

He looked at Feng Xuan who was gradually walking away, and the sound became a line.

"Want to know how Fengchen died?"

"I'll wait for you at Jingting Mountain!"

Beigong Boyu knew very well that Feng Xuan's departure would be like a dragon entering the sea, with no trace left.

Feng Xuan's growth in just a few months also shocked him.

Feng Xuan paused, then accelerated again, heading towards the depths of the sword ruins.

"The Immortal Palace and the Sword Ruins are originally one."

"This is clearly the location of the ancient Supreme Taoist sect's dojo."

"Since Chang Yun from Shu and Meng Jiao from Nanman were able to get in, they must have other ways out."

Regardless of whether Feng Xuan cares or not, he has become a traitor and a regicide.

Everything about him related to Jiang State is in Feng Huang's hands.

There is only a long, blood-green wind that follows you everywhere, never leaving you.

"I thought you would hide quietly in the Jiang army camp."

"How dare you run out alone? Aren't you afraid of those bastards from Yang State?"

After searching for more than half a month, Feng Xuan finally saw Meng Jiao. Feng Xuan looked at Meng Jiao, who seemed to be smiling.

He was also thinking about how to get Meng Jiao to take him out of the secret realm early.

He took out a brass buckle and handed it to Meng Jiao.

"This is the personal belongings of Pei Songzhi, the Sixth-Rank Grand Secretary of the Yang State."

"I wonder if this is enough to buy a ticket exclusively for the Southern Barbarians to travel to the Immortal Palace?"

Meng Jiao studied the brass buckle for a while.

A huge amount of blood and energy was injected into it, but it was found that the brass buckle did not change at all.

He looked at Feng Xuan suspiciously.

"Although the energy, blood, strength and talent of my barbarian tribe are different."

"But Wenbao will at least have some resistance when his Qi and blood are stimulated."

"What's with this brass buckle?"

Feng Xuan smiled slightly: "If it is just an ordinary piece of brass."

"With the agitation of your blood and energy just now, shouldn't it have been shattered into powder long ago?"

Hearing this, Meng Jiao gave a thumbs up: "That makes sense!"

"But if you can't satisfy me, I won't give you this ticket."

"This is the foundation of our Nanman Nation. How precious it is!"

It is said that barbarians are straightforward and loyal.

But Feng Xuan looked at the crying poor prince of the Southern Barbarians.

He seems to be smarter than the stupid Long Yang from Jiang State.

"Pei Songzhi had an outstanding younger generation named Pei Ju."

"He was the first-level student who was chased by you to the point where he had no way to go up to heaven or down to earth, and finally chose to self-destruct."

Meng Jiao's face was full of pride, and he was quite satisfied with his own performance.

But when he heard Feng Xuan's words, the smile on his face gradually froze.

"Pei Ju is not dead yet. His true spirit is in this brass buckle."

"You don't want a day like this either."

"A sixth-rank Grand Secretary, holding his own magnificent tome."

"I'll stand in front of the Barbarian King's Palace and wait for you to wake up!"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Meng Jiao's forehead.

He carefully put away the brass buckle and looked at Feng Xuan carefully.

"Boy, are you interested in being my personal guard?"

"You can get ten, not twenty, spirit stones every month!"

Feng Xuan shook his head, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and said no more.

Meng Jiao came closer to him again and said, "Twenty dollars is a lot!"

"Look, the Yang Kingdom is a great country, and the imperial guards only receive a monthly allowance of two spirit stones."

"Let me tell you, if it weren't for this prince owning a private mine."

"Even if you become my father's chief swordsman."

"I may not be able to get the exorbitant price of twenty spirit stones!"

Feng Xuan opened his eyes upon hearing this.

Meng Jiao was very happy: "Why? You agree?"

Feng Xuan shook his head: "I am very interested in the chief swordsman you mentioned!"

Meng Jiao curled his lips and returned to the back of his saber-toothed elephant.

"Every one of you who practices swordsmanship is a lunatic."

His eyes rolled around, and I don't know what he was thinking about.

He agreed to Feng Xuan reluctantly.

"Since you have offered me such a precious treasure, I will take you to see him."

"But after you meet him, you have to promise me one thing."

Feng Xuan looked at Meng Jiao's appearance and could guess that the other party was planning to plot against him.

He simply closed his eyes again and said no more.

It silently absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transforms it into jade liquid in Tongtian Palace.

When the jade liquid covers the entire Tongtian Palace, it will wrap around the Taoist spirit and transform into an egg.

This embryonic egg will break out of Tongtian Palace and swim freely in the sea of ​​body.

If there is not enough jade liquid to wrap the fetus and egg, the fetus and egg will break.

The true spirit of the Dao Meridian can easily get lost in the sea of ​​the body and it is difficult to return to Tongtian Palace.

Looking at the disaster clouds outside Tongtian Palace that were as thick as ink.

Feng Xuan suddenly thought of Feng Huang's words.

"Bad luck will come to anyone who gets close to you!"

"You are the source of the disaster."

(End of this chapter)