"Then you hold on. Fan Chen pursed his lips and smiled, flew up in the air, his eyes widened in fright, his hands tightly grasped the hem of Fan Chen's skirt, and instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.

The Wind God Clan hides in the mountains and forests of the God Realm

When Fan Chen came to the outside of the Protoss, there were no clan soldiers guarding here, but there were a few more enchantments formed by powerful divine power.

On both sides of the road are tall and dense bamboo forests, the thickness of the bamboo trunks is mixed, some are as thick as the mouth of a bowl, some are as thin as the barrel of a pen, but they all stretch out slender branches and leaves, crowded and crowded, competing for growth.

The forests are as green as emeralds, the valleys are covered with green velvet, the rivers are like flowing gelatin, and the moist air is crystalline.

Above the forest, the dense layers of branches are intertwined, and the sunlight rarely reaches the ground, and the little sunlight that rarely misses is like a brightly colored insect, as if crawling on moss and reddish withered sheep's tooth leather.

Fan Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and she decided to go to the Wind God Clan first, but she did not untie the immortal magic that covered up the immortal power on her body.

In the entire fairy realm and the god realm, there are very few people who know about the dragon slayer platform now, so she decided to hide her identity.

Looking up at the deep mountains of the Wind God Clan, there are many trees, wild flowers, mushrooms and grasses on the high mountains in the distance, and the tender green leaves on the big trees in the sky flutter with the wind, and a few fallen leaves are flying in the air, like beautiful butterflies dancing.

The trees and flowers are constantly swaying, as if to greet themselves.

She took a step awe-inspiringly, and easily passed through the barrier and entered the Anemo Clan.

The moment she stepped into the Wind God Clan, she felt an inexplicable aura that made her shudder.

Her eyes trembled slightly, she couldn't imagine that this Wind God Clan had become like this.

Outside the barrier, I saw the blue sky and white clouds, and when I stepped into the Anemo God Clan, I found that the sky was dark and black gas lingered inside.

"That knot is defined as Uncle Fengqi......" she whispered secretly, blurting out to call out Uncle Feng, her face changed, and she felt very awkward, she was so much older than them.

Shaking his head, no matter what kind of etiquette and age matters.

"You come into my humble heart ding!" Fan Chen said to the heart eye, and the heart eye turned into a wisp of green smoke and hid in Fan Chen's heart cup, and the demonic energy of the heart eye disappeared cleanly.

The houses of the Fengshen clan are all made of wooden houses, and they are very elegant and chic from house to house in this mountain forest.

The entire Protoss is surrounded by mountains, and a beautiful and quaint temple with a long history sits in the middle of thousands of wooden houses, surrounded by green jungles.

The temple has changed the vicissitudes of life due to the baptism of the years, and the annual rings of the trees are highlighted, which looks unique!

There is a big tree in the center of this staggered huge hall, which is also tens of thousands of years old, and many small birds have built nests on the tree, and the surrounding area is also overgrown with weeds, but it is scattered......

Directly in front of the big tree is the main hall of the Fengshen clan, the façade is crowded with people, and the high-ranking immortals in the clan are all gathered in the main hall to discuss how to solve this tricky matter at hand.

Feng Yueli and his brothers and sisters also gathered in the hall to solve their troubles for their father, Feng Qi, who was sitting on the high platform in the main hall.

A soldier in red armor hurriedly walked into the main hall, walked behind the immortals, walked to Feng Yueli's eldest brother Feng Yuexi, and whispered to him. "Your Highness, outside the palace, the mortal dust of the Nexian Mountain asks to see you. ”

Feng Yuexi frowned. "Ni Xian Mountain, Fan Chen, Yuanjun?"

This Fengyue Xi was also very handsome, a pair of clear eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to drip water clamped on a handsome face, fine bangs covered his smooth forehead, hanging down to the thick and slender eyelashes, and under a blue robe was white and tender delicate skin.

The delicate face always reveals a noble and elegant temperament, with his long and slender figure, he is worthy of the great highness of the Fengshen clan, but he has a bit of his father's demeanor.

He pursed his lips, thinking that it must have been sent by the Thousand Hui Divine Venerable to help everyone, so he immediately stepped forward and leaned over in front of his father Fengqi on the high platform. "Father, the Mortal Dust Yuanjun of Nixian Mountain has come to our aid. ”

Mortal dust?

Feng Yueli opened her mouth slightly, and she couldn't believe that Fan Chen actually came.

A smile appeared on the tired and worried Junya's face, as if she had found a warm ray of sunshine in that cold winter.

"Fanchen, why is she here?" whispered a female voice like a silver bell.

Dressed in a blue floral floor-length dress, the wide hem was embroidered with pink patterns, and the arms were covered with a long cigarette and purple silk. Qianqian's thin waist is tied with a purple brocade belt inlaid with jade. The jet-black hair was tied up with a lilac ribbon, and a few strands of hair fell mischievously down the shoulders, lining the broken skin even whiter. The face is not powdered, but it is fresh and moving.

She, Qingyu! clenched her fists tightly and looked sideways out of the main hall.

As soon as Feng Qi heard Fan Chen's name, he laughed happily. "I can't believe she's not dead?"

Feng Yueli hurried back, and before she had time to tell her father the good news, Fan Chen came.

Feng Qi raised his hand and said to Feng Yuexi: "Please, please!"

"Yes!" Feng Yuexi leaned over again and glanced at the messenger soldier, who straightened up and called out loudly.

"I invite Fan Chen Yuanjun to enter the palace. ”

Outside the hall, Fan Chen heard the sound of the transmission, and stepped into the main hall. Her eyes were watery, but with the coldness of talking, she seemed to be able to see through everything.

The slender figure is plump and slender, and the steps are light.

Wearing a white low-cut long skirt, covered with a silk white light gauze, a white belt tied around the waist, jet-black hair to the buttocks, jade-like skin is crimson, moon eyebrows and starry eyes, but cold and noble.

In particular, the queen's aura emanating from her body made everyone feel like they wanted to kneel on their knees.

Everyone in the hall cast strange eyes one after another, and they all praised.

"This is the mortal dust of the legend?"

"She's the Mortal Yuanjun?"

"It's better to see than to hear, it's really clean and elegant. ”

......

Feng Yueli's eyes lit up, looking at the mortal dust in front of him as if he had changed his appearance, his thin lips raised high, revealing the signature Feng's smile, and two rows of neat white teeth were exposed, making people feel bright and warm.

He stepped forward quickly. "Xiaofan, how are you... Why is it different? The hairstyle, the outfit are different?"

He looked the mortal dust up and down carefully, feeling something familiar, and clubbed his chin with his right hand.

frowned, like the statue of the god, like the statue of the goddess of the Qingshan Temple!

"Xiao Fan, you ......," he shouted urgently.

Fan Chen immediately shook his head at him, thinking that Feng Yue must have guessed something.

Feng Yue's eyes flashed, and she didn't continue, pulling up Fan Chen and walking forward.

"I've seen Uncle Wind. Fan Chen leaned over slightly and saluted to the wind.

Feng Qi nodded peacefully, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his face looked a little tired.

"Xiaofan, how are you... Something is different. Feng Qi stared at His Royal Highness's mortal dust, looking at her as if she was a different person, and if she didn't look carefully, she couldn't tell that she was mortal dust at all.

"I haven't seen you in a hundred years, how is Uncle Fengqi?" Fan Chen raised his head and said to Fengqi Shangshen.