Fengshen: Hand in the dungeon of covering the sky at the beginning to quell the dark turmoil

Looking at Yuan Futong's miscellaneous army of monsters and goblins, Wen Zhong nodded slightly and raised his hand to make a gesture.

The next moment, all the Xuanjia soldiers of the Shang Dynasty raised their weapons one after another, raised their arms and shouted.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts of the Shang army were uniform and resounded throughout the entire North Sea.

On the other hand, Yuan Futong recruited a lot of ghosts to make up the number due to insufficient number of people, and from time to time there would be a strange roar.

Whoever is stronger or weaker, decides!

Seeing Yuan Futong's face pale in the distance, Huang Feihu jumped from his horse and flew to the front of the formation.

"Which idiot is Yuan Futong?"

"I, Huang Feihu, was ordered to attack today, why don't you come out and die?!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Futong quietly flew past the army to the front of the formation with a gloomy face.

Originally, he thought that in order to stabilize the situation, Chaoge would at most send Wen Zhong alone.

And just now he sensed the ups and downs of the Shang Dynasty's luck, so he dared to attack with confidence.

After all, as Wen Zhong is a national teacher, the changes in luck in the Shang Dynasty will definitely cause Wen Zhong's distraction.

And attacking at this time is the best time.

Otherwise, with his military strength, if he didn't think of a way to open up the situation, he would have to be trapped to death in Beihai.

Huang Feihu's appearance now made him quite afraid.

Long before he rebelled, Huang Feihu's reputation had already shaken the entire Shang Dynasty.

Before all the people of the Shang Dynasty practiced martial arts, Huang Feihu's strength was second only to that of Shang Wangdi Xin.

After receiving the inheritance of martial arts, Huang Feihu's potential was fully developed.

Now it has reached the level of a fairy.

Even due to the particularity of martial arts, Huang Feihu is almost invincible in Tianxian territory.

Facing Huang Feihu's ridicule, Yuan Futong could only pretend to be calm and sneer.

"Yo Yo Yo, I think someone is here."

"It turned out that it was our General Huang who went into battle in person. Yuan was very surprised."

"Could it be that Di Xin was afraid of death and asked you to surrender?"

Hearing Yuan Futong's sarcasm, Huang Feihu didn't take it seriously.

Instead, he chuckled lightly and stared at Yuan Futong with burning eyes.

"Yuan Futong, you are really stubborn!"

"With the strength of your 72 princes, there may not be many left now, right?"

"How much use value do you think you have, let that explanation do it for you!"

Seeing that Huang Feihu saw blood and exposed the truth, Yuan Futong's face was also blue and white.

When it comes to explaining education, his teeth itch with anger.

Originally thought that relying on the power of elucidation and teaching could push the army of the Shang Dynasty horizontally.

I never thought that Qingxu Daode Tianzun was actually a guy who did not work hard.

Except for the occasional fight against Wen Zhong, he was never given a single soldier, and it was enough to lose a lot of his troops.

Nowadays, the princes of the 72nd Route have actually become empty talk.

But Huang Feihu saw Yuan Futong lost his mind for a moment, so he turned around and shouted towards the distant mountains.

"Qingxu Daode Tianzun, you despicable villain, get out of here!"

"If you don't show up within three breaths, when I find you out, I'll make you look good!"

Hearing Huang Feihu's provocation, Yuan Futong was also shocked.

Is this Huang Feihu out of his mind?

Although the Qingxu Daode Tianzun is a bit unreliable, he is also one of the Twelve Golden Immortals who explain teachings.

The other party is a big Luo Jinxian, wouldn't it be easy to shoot a fairy to death?

And more importantly, in case the other party puts a label on himself as unfavorable.

How should he explain this?

But as Huang Feihu's shout spread throughout the valley, no one responded.

Seeing Huang Feihu frowned, he started to yell again.

Yuan Futong also bit the bullet and swung his ax to strike at Huang Feihu.

"Stinky boy, don't be rampant!"

As soon as the words fell, a series of violent energy suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, condensing on the top of Huang Feihu's head.

Following Yuan Futong's thought, the Yuanli in mid-air turned into a heavy strike and smashed towards Huang Feihu in an instant.

Seeing this, Huang Feihu also let out a loud roar, and all the energy in his body condensed in his palm and exploded.

The boundless golden light bloomed and condensed into a golden light curtain, protecting all the soldiers.

Yuan Futong's Yuanli pierced through the void, and with incomparable sharpness, it blasted onto the golden light curtain overwhelmingly.

In an instant, layers of ripples exploded, shaking the entire valley.

"All the generals obey the order, kill!"

After the words fell, Huang Feihu took the lead to meet him with his sword.

As a general of the Shang Dynasty, it was his duty to eradicate the traitors.

As Huang Feihu raised his hand to shake the void, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up on the Beihai battlefield.

The innumerable energy that was bounced away condensed from mid-air and fell into Huang Feihu's palm, wrapping the sword in Huang Feihu's hand.

The next moment, Huang Feihu slashed at Yuan Futong with his sword.

Before the edge moved, the momentum was already overwhelming.

The next moment, he saw thousands of yuan forces gathering in the void, and the monstrous sword energy mixed with traces of blood energy struck.

It made all the rebels tremble with fear.

Seeing this, Yuan Futong took a deep breath, and two terrifying lights erupted in his eyes.

Hastily sacrificed his spear, and fought back at Huang Feihu.

He saw that in the void, a golden spear condensed by countless heaven and earth auras suddenly appeared across the sky, exuding an endless oppressive aura.

The dazzling light shocked everyone present.

In just a split second, it turned into a golden light and smashed towards Huang Feihu and the others.

But even such an attack was vulnerable to Huang Feihu.

In front of his absolute talent in martial arts, Yuan Futong's strike was full of flaws.

Concentrating the Yuanli all over his body, he stabbed with the sword, and directly broke the golden spear.

Seeing that Huang Feihu was about to kill Yuan Futong, a roar echoed through the valley.

"Bold lunatic, don't stop?!"

Before he finished speaking, two figures appeared in front of Huang Feihu, one in front and one in the back.

The former is the Qingxu moral Tianzun who Huang Feihu hates.

And the latter was Huang Tianhua whom he was thinking of.

For a moment, Huang Feihu also seemed to have received some inspiration, and suddenly looked at Huang Tianhua at the side.

There is even more complex divine light in the eyes.

Doubt, shock, horror, suspicion...

Seeing the general of the Shang Dynasty staring at him blankly, Huang Tianhua also frowned.

Who is this person?

Why are you staring at yourself like this?

Out of curiosity, Huang Tianhua also turned around and looked at Huang Feihu.

Chapter 137 What!You are my father?

And when Huang Tianhua looked at Huang Feihu, he was also at a loss.

He didn't understand why the man in front of him looked at her like this. He had no grievances with him, and they met by chance.

Even because he is an interpreter and the other party is a general of the Shang Dynasty, there is still a lot of hatred between them.

But the other party's gaze is indeed so complicated, it doesn't look like seeing an enemy.

After all, Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua are father and son, connected by blood.

Even though they had never met each other for many years, the connection in blood at this moment did not fade away as the Qingxu Datian took Huang Tianhua away.

Now this meeting, the two also stared at each other very tacitly.

And when he noticed Huang Tianhua's reaction, Huang Feihu was also dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"This...is this my son?"

According to what Lin Feng said, his son was taken away by Qingxu Daode Tianzun.

And this is the place guarded by Qingxu Daode Tianzun, this boy is his own son, the chances are not small.

After pondering for a long time, Huang Feihu tentatively questioned Qingxu Daode Tianzun.

"Did you take my son away?"

"I have lost my son for many years, and it was you who caused it."

"Tell me, is this boy my son?"

After all, all the vitality in Huang Tianhu's body boiled even more, and he flew straight to the Qingxu Daode Tianzun, staring at Qingxu Daode Tianzun fiercely with angry eyes, as if he would never let it go without asking why. .

Hearing what Huang Feihu said, Huang Tianhua was also shocked.

son?

What is he raving about?

Didn't I grow up in the mountain gate and be cultivated by my master?

But looking at Huang Feihu's sword-browed Xingyu appearance, Huang Tianhua couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Between his brows, he was indeed somewhat similar to the man in front of him.

And judging from the other party's reaction, it didn't seem like he was joking.

Seeing Huang Feihu questioning Qingxu Daode Tianzun, Huang Tianhua also turned around and looked at his master.

Since he can remember, he has been practicing with Qingxu Daode Tianzun.

Because the master is always focused on cultivating immortals, he often keeps silent about his own life experience.

As time goes by, he doesn't care anymore.

After all, now that I have embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see each other again in the future.

After a long time, he no longer cared about his own life experience.

Being asked by Huang Feihu today, on the contrary, it aroused thoughts in his heart.

Originally thought that his father was dead, I was afraid that he would never have the chance to see him again in this life.

But now his enemy actually questioned whether he and himself are father and son in public.