Fengyunlu

The power of thunder roared like a boiling pot, rumbling around the altar, as if weaving some mysterious pattern. Soon, eight beasts transformed from thunder appeared. They had different forms, but all exuded awe-inspiring power.

These eight strange beasts are exactly the same as the Eight Desolations statue on the altar. They seem to be performing an ancient ritual, or like the most mysterious contract between heaven and earth. Their existence seems to be for the fusion at this moment.

The eight statues seemed to come alive, their eyes emitting a captivating divine light. Wherever that light reached, one could sense the mighty thunder of heaven. It was like the roar of the God of Thunder, or the roar of the most primal power between heaven and earth.

Finally, sixteen thunderous lights from the Eight Desolate Throne, carrying a destructive aura, pointed directly at the remaining demonic flames. These lightning bolts were like the sharpest swords in the world, capable of reducing everything to ashes with a single strike.

Judging from the situation, any movement would result in a fatal blow from these eight beasts. While their power was unknown, the lightning power being deployed at this moment, specifically against Jiuyou, was undoubtedly not simple. This was a battle of life and death, a contest of strength and wisdom.

"Alright, stop pretending. You're the mighty Underworld Emperor, but you're not the only one with this little cleverness, are you?" Lei Gong was ready, and he said provocatively to Jiuyou in the midst of the Demonic Grudge. His voice was full of provocation, as if challenging Jiuyou's bottom line.

Fengchen next to him also said: "Yes, if it weren't for what happened in the past, I would have dealt with you long ago. Stop talking nonsense, there's no need to say anything more." There was impatience in his tone, but more of firmness and determination.

As Fengchen finished speaking, a cold aura surged out from the Demonic Grudge, enveloping the two. Then, Jiuyou's voice rang out, filled with disdain and sarcasm, as if mocking the two's ignorance and arrogance.

"Little guys, if you want to ask someone for help, you should act like you're asking for help. If you discuss it properly, I might consider it, but it's useless for you to do this." Jiuyou's voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if everything was under his control.

The two talked for a long time before Jiuyou finally spoke. His words showed that he had seen through the two men's coercion and inducement tactics long ago, and he looked confident of victory. His wisdom and cunning were truly admirable.

Actually, it wasn't surprising. Who was the Nine Netherworld Emperor? He was the supreme ruler who ruled the Blood Sea Demon Clan before the Great Dao Conflict. The countless evil demons and evil leaders within the Netherworld Blood Sea were no match for ordinary people. His power and wisdom had once been the nightmare of countless people.

At that time, the founder of the Han Clan, Emperor Youyue, was just an insignificant figure beside Jiuyou. It was not until the Great Dao Conflict that the Han Clan gradually became the dominant force. This shows the influence and power of Jiuyou.

This shows how incredibly intelligent and powerful the Nine Netherworld Emperor was back then. Even with his current strength declining, he's still no easy opponent. His presence is like an insurmountable mountain, inspiring awe and awe.

"Hmph! Bluff!" Lei Gong shook his sleeves and snorted coldly, carrying the power of heaven, instantly dispelling the coldness brought by Jiuyou. His movements were full of strength and confidence, as if telling Jiuyou that he was not afraid.

They only talk about how great Jiuyou was in the past, but I, Lei Gong, can only lament that I was born at the wrong time and succumbed to this era of the Dharma. If I were in Jiuyou's time, I wouldn't be any worse than him. What's more, he is now just a remnant and a defeated person, not worth mentioning. Lei Gong's words were full of resentment and defiance, as if he was challenging Jiuyou.

Thinking of this, Lei Gong flipped his hand and, with a touch of the pride of a Thunderbolt Hall Master, reached for the few remaining demonic flames on Fengchen's body. His movements were filled with determination and courage, as if he was proving his strength to Jiuyou.

At the same time, Jiuyou, who was in the Demonic Grudge, also had his mind surging, and he uttered a disdainful word. His voice was filled with contempt and sarcasm, as if mocking Lei Gong's ignorance and arrogance.

"Whether it's just bravado or not, you'll know if you give it a try, youngster?" As Jiuyou finished speaking, his Thunder Power had already reached out and charged in. Crackling thunder, with a mighty power, flew straight towards the demonic resentment where Jiuyou was hiding. His movements were filled with determination and courage, as if he were challenging Jiuyou.

But the next second, Lei Gong stopped. He didn't dare gamble with Fengchen's life. He wasn't sure if Jiuyou had any trump cards, so he had to consider Fengchen's safety. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but he finally chose to protect Fengchen.

After all, Jiuyou was Jiuyou after all. No matter what Lei Gong thought in his heart, when the critical moment came, he still had to ensure Fengchen was safe. This was the most important thing. His heart was filled with a sense of responsibility and determination, as if telling Jiuyou that he would not let Fengchen be harmed.

"Haha, if you don't dare, then hide aside and watch how I snatch this child's soul away!" Jiuyou sneered, then a chill surged in his veins. A biting coldness surged from the demonic grudge, and a thousand surges of murderous intent pierced the altar like a steel knife. His movements were filled with determination and courage, as if he were challenging Lei Gong.

Jiuyou scoffed, then a chill surged. A bone-piercing coldness surged from the demonic grudge, and a surge of murderous intent pierced the altar like a steel knife. His movements were filled with determination and courage, as if challenging Lei Gong. While Lei Gong was unaffected by Xuelu's actions, his killing intent remained unaffected, but Fengchen, standing beside him, began to struggle. His body trembled slightly under the onslaught of murderous intent, as if enduring immense pain.

There was no other way. He had already been drawn in by the curse of mental fatigue, and the fact that he hadn't been possessed by the demon at the altar was due to the stagnation of his thunder power. Now, his chaotic power was further stimulated by Jiuyou's murderous intent, and naturally, his mind was somewhat out of control. His heart was filled with struggle and pain, as if he was fighting with his own heart.

However, Fengchen was an innate spirit after all. When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately resisted with his soul. While he was still conscious, he hurriedly said to Lei Gong: "Uncle Lei..., just do it. I, your nephew... want to see how much weight he... has left!!" His voice was full of determination and courage, as if he was challenging Jiuyou.

"Okay, little Fengzi, your uncle Lei knows what's going on." Lei Gong's voice was full of confidence and determination, as if telling Fengchen that he would protect him and not let him get hurt.

Actually, there was no need to dwell on it; Lei Gong had already seen through it all. This murderous aura, aside from stirring up the Heart-Torture Curse and influencing people's thinking, didn't seem to have much other use.

As for taking Fengchen's soul away, Lei Gong thought that was sheer nonsense. In that case, it seemed Jiuyou just wanted to waste time.

After figuring this out, Lei Gong retracted his hand and began to play with thunder again, saying with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh, I thought the Emperor Jiuyou was so powerful, but now it seems that he is just so-so."

"You want to drag someone from the Han family here? You have a really good plan. Although the Han family is powerful, they rescued you in my Leiming Mountain, and you still want to take advantage of this child? Dream on." Lei Gong said as he injected the power of Haoran into Fengchen's body, freezing all the latent Laoxin curses, and Fengchen slowly returned to normal.

"Hmph, believe it or not, I never counted on those useless juniors. This little kid's plan is about to succeed." Although Jiuyou was seen through by Lei Gong, he still looked calm, as if he really had some clever trick that was about to succeed.

Lei Gong frowned. He originally thought that Jiuyou was just delaying time, but after hearing what he said, he began to murmur in his heart. He felt uneasy, so he moved his mind and began to investigate Fengchen.

Fengchen himself felt strange. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so why did Jiuyou say that something was going to happen? However, there was no harm in exploring it, so he moved his soul and probed out from his body.

"Ok?"

"Is this... the murderous intent brought in just now?"

The two, one inside and one outside, looked left and right, searching high and low, and finally found a problem within Fengchen's body. Within his liver, which corresponded to the wood element, a trace of inconspicuous evil resentment had been hidden at some point, and this resentment was precisely the resentment that originated from the demonic energy.

It is estimated that it was just disturbed by Jiuyou, and with the help of Lao Xin Zhu, it was secretly brought in and finally hidden in his mansion by the Seven Sages.

"Fortunately, we discovered it early, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble would happen if civil unrest broke out." Feng Chen secretly rejoiced in his heart.

But on second thought, he felt that something was amiss. Jiuyou was already crippled and defeated, so any movement should have been done covertly. Why was he warning him so blatantly?

Is he really so confident that he thinks he can snatch it from Uncle Lei with his shattered spirit? Or does he have other motives and is just pretending to confuse us?

No matter what he thinks, this can't be delayed any longer. It won't benefit Uncle Lei or the Thunderbolt Hall. Xu Yi's humble family is probably waiting nearby. If I don't move now, they might be waiting for an opportunity or a signal. If something really goes wrong, how can I face myself?

Thinking of this, Feng Chen said firmly to Lei Gong, who was helping him exorcise the demon, "Uncle Lei, I won't ask for the truth. Whether Jiuyou says it or not, the poor family is still involved. When I reach a certain level of cultivation in the future, I will naturally go to the Immortal Demon Island to find the truth. A few years won't be a big deal. If I don't have the ability to take revenge, then knowing the truth will be useless."

"Now, please ask Uncle Lei to ask the uncles to continue using the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. It will be just right to refine Jiuyou and Moyuan together, which can be regarded as half of the blood feud has been avenged. As for whether I can cultivate to become an immortal, it depends on my future luck." After Feng Chen finished speaking, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Obviously, in his heart, revenge is the most important thing, and the so-called cultivation to become an immortal is just a means to achieve the goal.

Lei Gong also understood that dragging it out would do no good, it was just a pity. He had originally wanted to ask Jiuyou about his past, but who knew that this guy was just pestering him to delay time. It just so happened that the resentment contained the source of demonic energy, which had not been refined yet and could not be moved. Otherwise, he would have dragged Jiuyou out and tortured him severely, and there was no way he would have wasted so much time talking to him.

"Okay, then let's train our body first, and talk about other things later. Uncle Lei will be waiting for you by the altar." Lei Gong said as he pulled out all the resentment that had just seeped in, and with a flick of thunder, completely eliminated it.

Then he carefully checked the surroundings to make sure that the sixteen thundering lights on the Eight Desolate Positions were all in good condition. Then he turned back and told Fengchen, "Remember, as long as you are still alive, Uncle Lei will keep you safe. Remember, you still have a great revenge to avenge, and Xiao Baiyu is waiting for you to save her."

"I remember." Feng Chen nodded in response, raised his hand, and spoke again firmly.

Lei Gong nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves casually, and easily tore open the protective barrier outside the altar. He was about to leave when Jiuyou's voice suddenly sounded again, making him stop.

"Little guy, your decisiveness is indeed admirable, but don't you want to know who helped me break that strong seal back then?"

Jiuyou's words made Fengchen and Leigong even more convinced that he had no way out, and his previous delay was just waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from the Han family.

"Haha, are you starting to get scared too? But it's too late to say anything now. You didn't say it just now, and you don't have to say it now." Feng Chen's words were full of sarcasm and irony, and his resolute tone was stronger than before.

He actually wanted to know the truth of what happened back then, but Jiuyou had always refused to tell him. Now, he had suddenly changed his mind, perhaps to protect himself, but who knew what he was up to? Rather than wasting time arguing with him, it would be better to kill him directly. While getting revenge would also prevent further complications, it was a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.

"The little fellow is young, yet he is quite decisive. But if I tell you that I have a way to wake up the sleeping girl, will you still be so decisive?" Jiuyou saw that Fengchen was unmoved, and uttered another sentence, and this time even Lei Gong was moved.

"Don't worry, little Fengzi. Listen to what he says. Uncle Lei is here for other things, so nothing will go wrong." Lei Gong understood that Fengchen was worried about endless troubles, so he would rather not ask about what happened in the past. However, Jiuyou's words involved Bai Yu's trouble. Regardless of whether it was true or not, it would not hurt to listen to it first.

However, Fengchen's attitude remained firm, and he refused to pay attention. "Uncle Lei, forget it. I'm afraid I won't be able to kill him after hearing this. After all, this concerns Xiaoyu. Even if it's fake, I'd rather believe it's true. Besides, if something goes wrong again, I'll be really uneasy."

"Well, since you insist so much, then it's up to you." Since Feng Chen insisted so much, Lei Gong no longer insisted. He sighed softly and prepared to cast the magical spell again.

But Lei Gong still failed to leave smoothly this time. An unexpected remark interrupted his plan to leave.

"Master Lei, if another divine thunder falls, this kid from the Feng family will really be dead..." These words came slowly, mixed in with a divine thought.

It sounds far away yet close to my ears, hurried yet calm, like a thousand lotus flowers blooming at the same time, appearing clearly above the altar.

Feng Chen was stunned after hearing this, Jiu You snorted coldly after hearing this, and Lei Gong had already asked: "What do you mean by this?" This question showed that Lei Gong and that person must know each other, and he was not surprised by the other party's reminder. It was obvious that Lei Gong had known the person who spoke for a long time.

But Fengchen next to him was a little confused and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Who is this person?