Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Leading Tibetan Fenglang to the northern boundary was directed at Feng Jingyu.

It has been years since Feng Jingyu’s cultivation base has been restored to the level before Nirvana, and he is born with the help of Phoenix Fire, and wants to deal with someone who has not yet reached full prosperity.

There was no big problem with Fenglang in Tibet during the period.

It's best... to leave Fenglang in Tibet completely in the north of the northern boundary, so that he has no chance to come out and do evil.

Regardless of the cause, there are some unspeakable secrets in it, but if Feng Lang in Tibet has already started to talk to the Nine Realms, he doesn't need to indulge the other party anymore.

Oh shit."Yan Tianhen secretly spit, and scolded: ·It's nothing good to run into that idiot, it actually forced me to use the world to return.

It was really a mess, and the most important thing was that Lin Xuanzhi ignored him.

Yan Tianhen sighed while looking at the wispy sky.

He decided to write another note to Fenglang in Tibet.

In the north of the northern boundary, in the city of Beiliang.

Above the hall, swords are drawn.

Feng Jingyu had a pair of golden eyes with flames jumping, staring fiercely at the real king Yan Huaizhen sitting on the throne, flames burning all over his body, as if the next second was about to

Violent, took the life of the throne.

But Feng Jingyu's whole body was surrounded by monks. They each faced Feng Jingyu with their magic weapon. As long as he moved, these people would immediately take it down.

Yan Huaizhen looks beautiful and upright. At this moment, he sits on the throne covered with animal skins, holding a luminous wine glass in his hand, and sips lightly. He is extraordinary and calm.

He said: "Why is Xihuang so angry? If the king doesn't entertain him well, Xihuang said that, this king must punish the servant and vent his anger.

Feng Jingyu sneered immediately, and said: "Yan Huaizhen, don't you put any white lotus in front of Ben Cheng, how about Ling Chi? What I said to you before, you shouldn't forget

Behind the head, right?

Yan Huaizhen smiled and said, "It's not that I'm going to resurrect General Ling, it will take three to five months, but now it's only two months, so Xihuang just waited like this.

Too late?

Feng Jingyu said with a deep gaze: "This emperor regrets now, and decided to see him, who knows what nasty things you will do to him if you take him away!

What Xihuang said was wrong."Yan Huaizhen said: ˉLing Chigu is the person of Yan Huaizhen. I and him have long been close to each other in skin. I am very grateful to Xihuang.

He gathers most of his soul, and it is too late to bring back to the northern realm. How can he do something nasty to him? Or is the nasty thing that Xihuang said, which means...that kind of thing? No?

You can rest assured if you have been to Xihuang, this king is facing a fool, but has no interest."

Feng Jingyu was so angry that he burst into flames, screaming and rushing to hit Yan Huaizhen-tong, even if he couldn't kill him, hit his face that made people want to hit him.

One meal, that is also excellent.

Although the guards in the palace were not low-level, they were all displayed in front of Feng Jingyu.

When Feng Jingyu fanned down his sleeve, he poured a large piece backward.

Suddenly, Feng Jingyu had already walked to Yan Huaizhen, pinching his delicate and fragile neck with one hand.

Yan Huaizhen: "...

You make the mausoleum bones come back to life, and I will guard Beiliang City for you for a hundred years.Feng Jingyu squinted her phoenix eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "This is a promise made by you and me. If you dare

Do anything secretly, even if my Feng Jingyu is dead, I will let you taste the pain of frustration and ashes!"

Yan Huaizhen always looks calm and immortal in front of people, but no matter who gets choked, he can no longer maintain his previous appearance.

His face was pale, cold sweat appeared, and he squeezed out a smile with difficulty, saying: "Xihuang's anger, Ling Chibone's soul consciousness is only a short time away, it only takes three days at most. Time: You must be able to see a complete person, I assure you."

Three days, only three days.

"For three days, I only give you three days. If after three days, I can't see the red bones of the mausoleum again, I will burn you Beiliang Prince's Mansion to ashes! Feng Jingyu stared hard and was about to faint. Yan Huaizhen of Yan Huaizhen pushed him back hard and released his hand for a moment. Yan Huaizhen coughed painfully while clutching his neck, and the surrounding guards hurried forward to ask for warmth. After leaving a word of warning, Feng Jingyu walked away. .

He walked on the road that was stomped by the west wind in the Beiliang Palace; there was an inexpressible sadness in his heart, and his face was full of ridicule that even his own.

Ling Chigu, how blind are you blind: It's for such a mud that can't support the wall, this insidious and cunning bastard, bringing the entire Ling family toppling in the struggle of power. Even yourself, you have ended up in a trade-off.

If it were not because of the end, he suddenly discovered that the most important soul consciousness of Ling Chi Bone was actually hidden by Yan Buzhen. In this life, he would not be able to set foot in this northern realm even one step!

He once chased the red bones of the mausoleum together and came to the desert of the northern border without mountains and water, feeling the violent snow and wind here, blowing the rough wind and sand here, living in such a harsh environment for decades. For a long time, but what did he get in the end?

What he got was a mausoleum bones that even no one could recognize clearly. What he got was a mausoleum bones that had been so easy to gather most of his soul, and then he personally sent it back to the person he hated the most, and then let that person be there. In front of him, he flaunted his might, insulted wantonly, and even made some shit with that person to keep Beiliang for a hundred years.

Feng Jingyu only felt that something was blocking his heart. It was a boulder, a mountain, and he couldn't relieve the boredom anyway.A golden-red bird rose into the sky, the colored glaze was colorful and purple, and it only took a moment for the strange bird to disappear.Beiliang Palace.

Yan Huaizhen's skin has always been delicate and tender, not to mention being pinched like this, even if there is a small bump on weekdays, it will leave a mark.At this time, the paw prints on his neck were very obvious.

Looking at the bluish-purple traces reflected in the mirror, Yan Huaizhen's eyes were as deep as the water of the sea and cold as the abyss.After he became the king, has he ever suffered such insults, and when has he been embarrassed?

Rao was originally pushed and killed by Yan Zizhang, and was guarded by a loyal minister like Ling Chigu. Yan Buzhen didn't suffer any grievances. He could hide in the mountains and old forests, reconcile with the old ministry, and make a comeback in the future.

No matter how bad he is, he is also the Yan family of the Purple Emperor Tiandu, the heir to the Lord of the World, Feng Jingyu is such a thing, he dares to be disrespectful to him! Thinking of this, Yan Huaizhen angered and slammed the cup against the mirror. , Slap-sound, cup cracks-ground.

"Who annoyed you again?" A silver-haired man appeared from behind Yan Huaizhen quietly like a ghost. He was tall and handsome, with a smirk at the corners of his mouth, and he encircled Yan Huaizhen from behind. Body.

Yan Huaizhen's complexion changed, but softened, leaning against the man's arms, playing with his strands of fallen hair, with a bit of coquetry, and said: "It's not that Feng Jingyu, he was actually trying to strangle me. , In the presence of so many subordinates, he really doesn't put this king in his eyes!"

The man stroked the marks on his neck, and wherever his fingertips went, all the marks disappeared.

"Feng Jingyu's concubine is still in our hands, and he can't turn a wave, at best it just shines his paws." The man said dismissively.

Yan Huaizhen thought of Feng Jingyu's humiliation to him, so he looked very ugly, and said: "When I become the supreme of the Nine Realms in the future, the first one to be flat is the Western world! I want him to bow his head to me. Proceed to be a minister, three bows and nine bows!

The man chuckled lightly, looked at the invisible evil spirit in the mirror, and opened his mouth and said, "This is natural. When that happens, not only the Western Realm, but the entire Nine Realms Continent, will be in your hands.

Hearing the words, Yan Huaizhen turned his face to look at the man: His eyes were thick with power, obsessed with power, stretched out to stroke his cold cheek, and said: "Speaking of which, if it is not because of you, I have nothing

In any case, it is impossible to easily escape from Yan Zizhang's hands, and it is even more impossible. I can reorganize the army so quickly, and I am really lucky to meet you."

"Really." The man curled his lips and kissed Yan Huaizhen's lips with his cold lips, and said: "Who helped you, you can remember in your heart. Yan Huaizhen went up to kiss and said kindly: "In my heart, of course Remember your good, everything I have is yours,

The two kissed for a moment, and Yan Huaizhen's eyes blurred, and said, "However, Feng Jingyu is urging him tightly. How did you move Ling Chi Bone?" The man said: "Only the last few steps, Ling Chi Bone can completely become your puppet-he will only obey your orders." Yan Huaizhen's eyes flashed cold, and said: "At that time, let him kill Feng Jingyu this idiot!"

Here is the calculation, while Feng Jingyu over there is restless and restless, waiting anxiously for the moment when Ling Chigu returns to normal - thinking of this, Feng Jingyu bit his teeth in hatred, wishing to make Yan Huaizhen that cheap People give thousands of pieces to pieces.

Originally, Feng Jingyu carried the Ling Bone to search for the souls on the Wuzhou Continent. He used an unknown number of magic weapons and consumed an unknown number of spirit stones, and finally collected the scattered souls.

However, Feng Jingyu quickly discovered the problem.

Ling Chigu turned into a bloodthirsty and cruel man!

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this most important soul was taken away by a vicious method before he became a trader, but Ling Chigu didn't notice it.

Speaking of the soul, after the initial removal, because the master’s memory is intact and the sense of being a good person, they will not suddenly become a weapon of murder, but they will slowly become insecure, until the end Forget all the past, completely reduced to a weapon without emotion.

What is even more frightening is that this kind of murder weapon only recognizes one master, and that one master is the person who leaves a mark in a soul.

This kind of method has long existed, but because it is appalling and cruel, it is included in the forbidden technique, but as far as Feng Jingyu knows, there are a few heavenly clan families that still support such dead men.

Feng Jingyu is not a fool. After thinking about it for a while, he knows who is the most trusted person in Ling Chigu. Who else besides Yan Huaizhen? With the cultivation of Ling Chigu, can you? Aside from Yan Huaizhen, who else was someone who evacuated his soul consciousness in a sensual manner?

He couldn't think of it anyway, Yan Huaizhen was actually a soulless and loyal mausoleum to him, and watched him degenerate into an irrational walking corpse.

How vicious is this!