Chu Feng's conversation was conducted with Zhao Rui through transmission, so no one knew, but it was a big surprise for Zhao Rui. August 1 Chinese ≈.

Zhao Rui's hand couldn't help but clench into a fist, and then slowly stretched out, she really never thought that Chu Feng would say such a thing at this time.

"Spirit Snake Prince?" Zhao Rui raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed, but he didn't say a word, which had nothing to do with the look of shock he showed before, as if Chu Feng was telling a joke.

Chu Feng actually didn't have any certainty, and there was no evidence that Zhao Rui and She Junqun were related, everything he did was speculation, or rather, he was deceiving Zhao Rui.

Because before meeting Mo Xuanyu and Zhao Rui, only the Spirit Snake Boy knew his identity among the people he met and could grasp his whereabouts, other than that, he really couldn't think of any other means for Zhao Rui to track him.

Zhao Rui's first reaction made Chu Feng think that there must be a connection between Zhao Rui and She Junqun, but Zhao Rui's slightly mocking look after that seemed to say, you are as unscrupulous as you say this sentence.

Chu Feng couldn't help but be a little shaken, and he wasn't sure, so he kept silent for a short time, and then he knew why Zhao Rui was so fearless.

Regardless of whether she is related to She Junqun or not, the current situation is what the group needs.

As long as this is enough, as long as he can't prove that Zhao Rui and She Junqun's ideas will cause damage to the interests of the heroes, it is just a boring idea.

At this time, even if he explained that She Junqun was plotting against his allies and had different intentions for the master he served, it would probably be useless.

Because no one is stupid, they will not temporarily turn their faces at the moment for the sake of an account that can be calculated again in the future.

If you want to turn your face, you have to wait until you get the benefits.

What's more, at this time, if the Spirit Snake Cave, the Great Snow Mountain, and the Ten Thousand Spider Mountains turned their faces, they were all just middle-to-upper-class forces, and they wouldn't be so stupid.

Chu Feng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I surrender too!"

Zhao Rui sneered and said, "What's the use of you surrendering, they want to use you to threaten the boss." ”

Chu Feng smiled bitterly, he really didn't want to reveal his identity as a last resort.

The first identity that can be used is that he is Chu Xiwu, the concubine of the merman clan; the second identity that can be used is naturally Mr. Feng, who has a secret scroll and has a history of 60,000 years, especially with countless exercises.

The first identity may not be able to save your life, but the second one should still be able to try.

I'm really a bit back.

Chu Feng sighed, and then his expression changed suddenly, the wooden whip was withdrawn with his backhand, and the monstrous black qi behind him rolled up like a flame, and in an instant, Chu Feng's body was surrounded by wisps of black qi, wrapped around Chu Feng's limbs, like streamers, and Chu Feng's appearance was as if he was a demon.

Zhao Rui's color changed suddenly, and before he even had time to react too much, he saw that the wooden whip drew a black rainbow and slashed directly at his face!

Zhao Rui was frightened, but because of the wrong estimation of Chu Feng's strength, the distance between him and Chu Feng was too close, and there was no space and time to dodge at all, and he didn't even have time to be lucky enough to fight against the true qi, so he grabbed the two disciples left behind by him and threw them at the black qi that Chu Feng slashed over!

Chu Feng's pupils constricted, and the two immature faces were reflected in his eyes, he pursed his lips slightly, and retracted the whip with his backhand, and then slowly exhaled a breath, looked at Zhao Rui coldly and said, "Sure enough, I am wholeheartedly thinking about the same door." ”

The words are full of ridicule and irony.

Zhao Rui was not annoyed, but he was a little surprised and Chu Feng's stupidity, looking at the degree and timing of the move, it was clear that he was already a veteran of a hundred battles, but he was still so naïve.

Because those two little girls won't do it?

This is not what a true monk should do.

Chu Feng said as he looked into the air, where Lin Hao was colliding fiercely with Fuliu, fighting and colliding again and again, leaving traces of broken things in the void that were difficult to heal, and the space even collapsed and twisted because of this, making the scene above look extremely weird.

Lin Feng's graceful posture twisted, and pieces of galaxies descended into the world, pressing on the pieces of golden and brilliant palaces that appeared in the air with steaming clouds and mist with the actions of Fuliu, and the sound of explosions was endless, and the monks who were slightly weaker in cultivation had already begun to flee to the periphery, and they didn't even dare to bear the aftermath after the weakening of the enchantment.

The sun, moon and stars emerged from the void, shining on the earth in all directions, each going its own way, and then suddenly falling under the burning sky.

The setting sun scorched the earth to a barren land, and everything was burning, whether it was mountains, water, trees, flowers, insects and fish, or the earth itself, all of them were burning fiercely, burning endless ashes.

The falling moon froze the heavens and the earth into a silver mirror, and everything in the world was frozen in the middle, and all the details were perfectly reflected, whether it was the eyes, the leaves, or the veins on the wings.

The palaces and pavilions, as magnificent and strange as mirages, collapsed and decayed in the violent trembling, and turned into clouds.

An elegant pavilion sat next to the water, but it was hit by a meteorite that suddenly fell, and collapsed into countless fragments, and the wood chips flew all over the sky, but it was impossible to escape the billowing smoke, and the flames wrapped in the falling stars burned clean in an instant, leaving no traces.

A magnificent manor rises and falls, like the graceful and graceful curves of a peerless beauty, but it is also frozen in the cold ice by the falling bright moon, shimmering in the sun, and with the breeze blowing, it is blown into endless powder in an instant, and it disappears.

Fu Liu's face became worse and worse, because she was not Lin Hao's opponent at all, she was almost in a state of being completely suppressed by Lin Hao.

Although she can barely parry, if she continues to delay like this, sooner or later, she will be defeated and will be severely injured by Lin Hao.

The ninth-order cultivator originally thought that he might not be able to use himself, but the situation of the battle had become so obvious, how could he not see it clearly, Fu Liu alone could only parry Lin Hao, and he had to provide more support!

The ninth-order monks gave up the restraint on the enchantment almost at the same time, even if there would be a large amount of battle aftermath leaked out, they didn't care much, after all, the matter of taking down Lin Hao now was the most important.

In an instant, the sky was full of brilliant brilliance, all kinds of visions, and all kinds of magic weapons, endlessly parrying towards Lin Hao's body.

The bells, tripods, swords, and mirrors that fell from the sky roared out one after another shocking rays of light, tearing open the void, as if the mountains that stretched for thousands of miles and tens of thousands of miles collapsed together in an instant, with a rolling roar, and the tumbling waves that were stirred up, they suppressed the top of Lin Hao's head in an instant.

But Lin Hao's expression did not change at all, she stretched out the oil-paper umbrella, and a rotating starry sky suddenly appeared on the oil-paper umbrella depicting the ink painting of the beauty holding the umbrella, which was incomparably vast, like an ocean. As long as you look at it, you feel as if you have fallen into a never-ending silence.

The starry sky was running and spinning on its own, as if it were a lonely dancer, and all the collapsed mountains were eclipsed in front of this lonely dancer.

Lin Hao was silent and calm, but she directly put aside her active target Fuliu and rushed in the direction of Xingchen Island, she saw that Chu Feng was about to encounter danger, so she rushed towards Chu Feng desperately.

Fuliu knew that he couldn't miss this opportunity, even if he would pay a lot of price for confronting Lin Hao head-on, but this opportunity for Lin Hao, who everyone joined forces to fight, was afraid that there were not many left, if such a person existed, no matter whether he would be an enemy in the future, he would not feel at ease.

Someone who could be an enemy, should be killed.

Fuliu took a deep breath and shouted, and as a burst of yellow light rose into the sky in Fuliu's hand, the infinite palace suddenly appeared in the void.

It is a palace of extreme magnificence and luxury, all the bricks and stones are jade, all the tiles are glazed, every straight line must be straight without the slightest burr, every arc must be soft, no matter how you look at it, there will never be a straight line.

The palace stretches from near to far, as if it was built along a magnificent mountain, with varying heights and layers.

Fountains spew out fountains that sparkle in the sun, rushing into the pools with a tinkling sound, like chimes struck according to the rhythm, crisp and pleasant.

Between the palace pavilions, there were bursts of piano sounds, echoing with the sound of the spring water, as if two bosom friends were appreciating and encouraging each other.

Then, the heavy drums, the flute of Qingyue, the sound of the smart flute, the sonorous sound of the pipa, and the sound of the throat of the gonghou, staggered, intertwined with each other, echoing each other, cooperating with each other, on the melody of the fountain itself, played an extremely graceful tune, so that people seem to see countless fairies dancing in front of their eyes.

The fairies are graceful in appearance, peerless in appearance, and independent in temperament, as if they do not eat the fireworks of the world, which is incompatible with the rolling red dust. They followed the elegant music, waved their plain white water sleeves, and danced between the steaming clouds.

As their bodies danced, a rain of light suddenly fell between heaven and earth, and pieces of colorful petals swayed and fell from the sea of clouds, sprinkled with a little light, falling into every corner of the palace. The petals fell to the ground, and they dissolved in an instant, and then green shoots were drawn out between the palaces, and between the tender green spores, was a delicate flower bud, delicate and beautiful. But in an instant, bright flowers bloomed all over the palace's flower beds, colorful, against each other, competing for beauty, and the air was full of the fragrance of flowers.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a piece of auspiciousness left, as if you have landed in a fairyland.