Fengyunlu

"It's you?" Feng Chen was startled. He was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.

This time, not only did he clearly sense the divine thought, but he also suddenly recalled the time in the desert when he was entangled in a strange curse and trapped in an illusion. Just when he thought he was doomed, an old voice suddenly pointed him in the right direction, which allowed the demonic energy in his body to fully erupt.

Fengchen had always thought that the voice was an illusion created by Lao Xin Zhu, but now it seemed that there was a real person behind the voice. This person was the owner of the two divine thoughts just now, and now he was hiding in the resentment deep in the demonic energy.

No wonder I couldn't find him before, it turned out that he was hiding in the dark under the lamp. Fengchen was full of doubts, shocked and angry, and besides shock and anger, there were also a lot of question marks.

He couldn't understand how this person had managed to hide in the Demonic Grudge without being discovered. Most importantly, who was he? Was he the remnant of Emperor Mo Yuan? Or had the source of this demonic energy developed its own brains? Or had someone else from the formation sneaked in?

Just as he was pondering this, the man's mind moved again, accompanied by an old, mocking laugh. The laugh seemed to be mocking the illusion Fengchen had experienced. It seemed that he knew Fengchen's inner demons very well.

Although Fengchen didn't understand, he didn't panic. He knew that no matter who this person was, the thunder power outside the thunder pool must have noticed it. As long as he could delay him or provoke him out, he would naturally have a way to deal with him when the thunder power arrived. Thinking of this, Fengchen smiled and began to think about how to respond.

This guy is hiding, so he must be worried or up to something. But he doesn't dare show up, so why did he curse so angrily just now? Who was he cursing at? Me? Uncle Lei? Or...

Snowy Night Flying Eagle Gun!!

Feng Chen suddenly realized that he still had his father Feng Wanlin's divine weapon within him. This divine spear had been hidden away and hadn't been seen since. Although he didn't know where it was, it would surely spring forth to aid him in the event of a life-or-death crisis. While that wasn't happening yet, Feng Chen had a feeling it would happen soon.

After all, this person in the dark must be related to Xu Yi, otherwise why would Xu Yi go to so much trouble to draw out this evil spirit.

The sound of gold was deafening, and a sharp edge suddenly appeared. As if confirming Fengchen's thoughts, the demonic vengeance emanated an aura of incomparable sharpness, and the cold light flashed and changed in a thousand ways.

Fengchen was suddenly delighted, then nervous. He was delighted that the flash of cold light was none other than his father's divine weapon. He was nervous that the sharp edge of the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear forced out a face that looked familiar, old, and illusory.

The man was forced to reveal himself, seemingly interrupted by something important, and was extremely angry. However, facing the sharp light emanating from the cold spear, he seemed helpless, so he vented his anger on Fengchen. After a few hateful words, his illusory figure became slightly clearer. Although he still couldn't see his true face clearly, Fengchen had already vaguely recognized him.

"Are you the legendary Nine Netherworld Emperor?" Feng Chen stood there in shock, unable to believe his eyes. Wasn't this the ancient demon who had broken free from the great formation all those years ago? His voice was filled with shock; he hadn't expected the legendary figure to actually appear before him.

The Feng family has guarded the Northern Frontier Demon-Slaying Formation for generations, so Feng Chen is naturally familiar with the seal that seals the Nine Nether Emperor. And this Nine Nether is the culprit who brought the Feng family's blood debt upon themselves. In the dead of night, Feng Chen's mind would resurface with the tragic events of his family's past, leaving him unable to let go.

If it weren't for Jiuyou's rebellion, how could his parents die, and how could the Feng family perish? Whenever Fengchen thought of this, the hatred in his heart seemed to burst out, and he wished to tear Jiuyou into pieces.

But the sight of Jiuyou made Fengchen's heart ache even more. If Jiuyou were still alive, wouldn't his parents and clansmen have sacrificed their lives in vain? His heart was filled with confusion and anger. Why could this culprit still be alive in this world?

"You! How could you still be alive!!" His voice was full of questions, as if he wanted to vent all his doubts and anger.

Fengchen's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He wanted revenge, but he knew he was no match for Jiuyou. Conflict and pain intertwined. His expression became increasingly ferocious, and the hatred in his heart grew stronger.

"Haha, I have boundless magic power, how can a few juniors kill me? But you, kid, have a Yuanling bloodline that is just right for me to use." The Nine Netherworld Emperor said contemptuously, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

The Nine Netherworld Emperor extended his hand, and a powerful suction force erupted, not from his hand, but from the remaining demonic flames surrounding Fengchen. His eyes were greedy, as if he wanted to drain Fengchen's spiritual blood.

It turned out that the Nine Nether Emperor that appeared was only a part of his original spirit, and the majority of his body was still stirring up trouble in the Demonic Grudge. Feng Chen was filled with shock, not expecting that the Nine Nether Emperor could have such a powerful force.

"Hmph! You're just a stray dog, and you're dreaming!!" Feng Chen sneered. Although he knew he was no match for his opponent, he would never surrender.

Fengchen knew he couldn't win, but he still tried to delay, using all his strength to resist the pulling force. His eyes were determined, even if he knew he couldn't win, he would still give it his all.

But his strength was ultimately too weak, and even with all his might, he couldn't resist the attack. He was about to have his blood sucked away by Jiuyou. His heart was filled with despair. Was there really no way he could escape Jiuyou's clutches?

hum~

At this moment, the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear beside him transformed into a sharp beam, merging into Fengchen's body. As the energy flowed through his blood vessels, it instantly built an indestructible barrier around him. His body seemed to be surrounded by an invisible shield, temporarily freeing himself from Jiuyou's control.

This time, Fengchen's pressure was greatly reduced, and the pulling force was also blocked. His heart was filled with gratitude. He didn't expect that at this critical moment, the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear saved his life.

Jiuyou was immediately furious when he saw it: "Hmph! You think you can stop me with just a cold spear? You are too arrogant!!" His voice was full of anger, as if he could not accept the fact that he was blocked by a gun.

"Arrogant? He has the capital to be arrogant." Feng Chen's voice was full of determination. He knew that the owner of the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear was a real strong man.

"Don't forget, it was the owner of this cold spear who shattered your great Jiuyou's divine and demonic body." Fengchen's words were full of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Jiuyou's incompetence.

Before Jiuyou finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared on the altar, his dark blue robe fluttering in the wind. It was Lei Gong. His appearance was like a ray of dawn, giving Fengchen hope.

"Uncle Lei!" Feng Chen felt much more at ease when Lei Gong appeared. His eyes were filled with gratitude, as if he had found support.

Although his father's magical weapon was powerful, it was ultimately inert, and faced with the notorious Nine Nether Emperor, it was somewhat passive. Now that the Thunder Power had arrived, he could handle any eventuality. He was filled with confidence, believing that the Thunder Power would help him defeat the Nine Nether Emperor.

"Another arrogant little..."

Click~

Before Jiuyou could finish his words, he was blasted away by a divine thunderbolt from Lei Gong. The appearance of Lei Gong was like a thunderbolt, instantly extinguishing Jiuyou's arrogance.

Within this Nine Heavens Thunder Pool, every bolt of lightning used by the Thunder Art was a true Purple Heavenly Divine Thunder. Its overwhelming might was the very nemesis of the Nine Netherworld demons. The power of the Thunder Art seemed to emanate from the heavens, rendering it irresistible to the Nine Netherworld demons.

Once this strand of soul was broken, the suction force was temporarily interrupted. Jiuyou in the Demonic Grudge laughed angrily: "Haha, good! You are decisive enough, youngster. But I want this kid's soul today, no one can stop me!!" His voice was full of anger, as if he wanted to take away Fengchen's soul.

"Whether you can keep him or not is not up to you." Lei Gong's voice was full of determination, as if telling Jiuyou that he would not let Jiuyou succeed.

After saying this, Lei Gong temporarily ignored Jiuyou's confusion and turned to Fengchen and said, "Little Fengzi, do you want to know what happened back then?"

"Yes!" Feng Chen answered without hesitation. His heart was full of curiosity and he wanted to know what had happened that year.

"Okay, Uncle Lei will tell you right away." Lei Gong's voice was full of confidence, as if he already knew all the answers.

In the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool, Lei Gong stood proudly at the altar, his gaze as sharp as a torch, his dark blue robe fluttering in the wind, appearing so distant and unearthly. His figure was like a towering mountain, impossible to cross.

Fengchen was accompanied by his companion. The demonic energy that had once trembled and expanded had now mostly faded, leaving only about 20% of the dark flame, which was still trembling violently. His body seemed to be protected by an invisible force, temporarily free from Jiuyou's control.

And within the thick darkness of demonic resentment lies the evil-doer, the ancient demon clan, Nine Nether, whose existence is like a dark abyss from which no one can escape.

"Haha! Boy, you're quite arrogant!" The Nine Netherworld Emperor, hidden among the demonic grudges, sent out his divine sense. Upon hearing that Lei Gong was about to force a question on him, he couldn't help but sneer. His voice was filled with disdain, as if mocking Lei Gong's ignorance.

He was a member of the ancient demon clan, a descendant of ancient bloodlines. When had he ever been looked down upon like this? Not to mention the current Xuanmen cultivators, even those few immortal cultivators who had used them as witnesses had used countless despicable means to harm him with their evil formations, barely managing to contain him. His voice was filled with anger, as if he was recalling the shame of the past.

But that was just a helpless imprisonment. As for wanting to kill him, it was extremely difficult, and he could only bear the hatred. His heart was filled with resentment. Even after being imprisoned for countless years, he still longed for freedom.

Now, this young man in front of him actually wanted to rely on his little Taoist skills to embarrass him. Jiuyou looked at him and thought that he was a little too arrogant. His voice was full of sarcasm, as if mocking Fengchen's ignorance.

"Of course you, Jiuyou, were once the Demon Ancient, but that was only in the past. After countless years of sealing off and slaying demons, how much strength do you, the mighty Emperor of the Underworld, have left?" Fengchen's voice was full of doubts, as if he was challenging Jiuyou's authority.

"Don't mention that you have no physical body now and only a broken soul is left. Even when you broke the ban three years ago, wasn't your physical body shattered by my brother Feng?" Feng Chen's words were full of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Jiuyou's incompetence.

"The reason you were able to escape by luck was probably because of my brother Feng's eagerness to save his son, so you hid in this child's body to pose a threat. If I'm not mistaken, the soul that escaped from you is probably just a broken and incomplete part, right?" Feng Chen's voice was full of determination, as if he had seen through Jiuyou's weakness.

Jiuyou was speechless after being bombarded with a series of questions. He was unable to utter a word for a long time. It was hard to tell whether he really had nothing to say or was plotting some unknown scheme behind the scenes.

Jiuyou, who was in the Demonic Grudge, was like a mute person at this moment. He even withdrew his spiritual thoughts completely. It seemed that no matter what you said, he would not move at all, as if he had already accepted his fate.

Jiuyou's silence made Lei Gong and Feng Chen think that he was desperate, so they began to think about how to make him speak so that they could find out the truth of that year and solve the mystery in their hearts.

After all, the events of that year were full of twists and turns, and there were many doubts. It also involved revenge, and who to seek revenge on. All these were like a fog, shrouding their hearts.

Lei Gong threatened and bribed him again: "You can't get away without talking. This kid's last body-refining divine thunder was eight thunders combined into one. How do you plan to withstand such power?"

"If you don't speak, the divine thunder will be forced to descend. On the contrary, if you can tell me what happened in the past, I will let you escape temporarily today. As for the revenge for this child, I will settle the score with you later." Lei Gong said while thinking, after all, this is Fengchen's life and death revenge, he can't make the decision alone, and if Fengchen disagrees, Jiuyou will not be convinced.

Lei Gong changed his mind and discussed with Feng Chen again: "Little Fengzi, if he tells about what happened back then, Uncle Lei will take care of it for you today. Uncle Lei will go with you on matters of revenge in the future."

Feng Chen understood what Lei Gong meant, but when he thought of the blood feud, he felt unwilling to let his enemy go.

But in order to know the truth of that year, this is the only way now, so he hesitated for a moment before continuing: "If we really know the truth of that year, today's matter will be entirely up to Uncle Lei, but..."

Having said that, Feng Chen paused somewhat unwillingly, weighed the pros and cons for a moment, hardened his heart, and continued: "It's just that this evil villain harmed my entire family. Even if I forgive him today, I can't let him off too easy. Otherwise, I would rather not ask the truth of the past, but destroy him here."

Lei Gong sighed inwardly after hearing this. It was indeed not easy for this child to bear so much at such a young age. However, his words hit the mark. Not only could they make Jiu You relax his vigilance, but they could also consume his energy. If nothing unexpected happened, he could also find out what he wanted to know. It was really killing three birds with one stone.

"It should be so. If you have any requests, just raise them. Your Uncle Lei is listening, and so is Jiuyou." After Lei Gong finished speaking, he looked at Feng Chen with some reluctance.

Feng Chen said with a hint of hatred: "As long as he tells me what happened back then and leaves half of his soul for Uncle Lei to destroy with the divine thunder, I will agree to let him go."

"Okay, then Uncle Lei, just get ready and talk to him." Lei Gong nodded, and the Thunder Seal of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art in his hand rose up, preparing for the next action.