Ao Fenggu slowly pulled out the Divine Sword and turned around, "You are really stupid to ask such a question." ”

Poria is a person who has been given the cross comment of "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world" by the Phoenix Lord, regardless of appearance, talent, life experience or intelligence, he is the best choice, such a genius, in the eyes of Ao Fenggu, he has become a fool.

Poria stretched out her bloody hands to grab Ao Fenggu, but after taking two steps, she fell to her knees on the ground, clutching her chest in pain.

His heart was pierced by a sword, and a large stream of blood gushed out, dyeing the ground beneath him red, and looking at it from the sky, it looked like a blood-red flower.

The most talented prince of the elven clan in a hundred years fell to his knees in the blood flowers.

Ao Fenggu came to Qingyang General's side, and Qingyang General said angrily: "You, you actually killed Poria Gongzi, my Phoenix clan ......"

Without warning, a sword flash flashed.

Qingyang froze her expression on her face, and the next moment, her head fell to the ground, the incision was flat and smooth, and she could even see the sections of the trachea, blood vessels, and meridians inside.

Blood spurted out of the arteries, and it was a long time before the headless body slowly collapsed.

Ao Fenggu casually shook the sword of killing gods, and the blood stains on the sword suddenly disappeared without a trace, he wrapped the killing gods with a black cloth, tied them to his back, and said to Huang Bingyu who was stunned with an expressionless face, "Let's go." ”

Huang Bingyu was stunned for a moment, looked at Qingyang General's head, her mouth opened, her eyes were round with anger, and her face still maintained the expression of scolding before her death.

Maybe Huang Bingyu didn't kill her, so she thought that her life could be saved, in fact, Huang Bingyu did not have the idea of killing her, after all, a human emperor is powerful, and it is too important to the Phoenix clan.

However, to the surprise of the two, Ao Fenggu cut off the head of the Qingyang General with a sword without the slightest hesitation.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word to Qingyang General, and he didn't even look at her squarely.

A man who had experienced a hundred battles was mighty and died under the ancient sword of Ao Feng.

Everything happened so fast that Huang Bingyu couldn't react for a while.

Ao Fenggu got into the carriage, picked up the reins, turned his head to look at Huang Bingyu, who was still stunned, and said softly, "It's time to go." ”

The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, and the people in front of you seem to be different from before.

Huang Bingyu suddenly felt a little cold, so he wrapped up his clothes, trotted over, and got into the carriage.

Ao Fenggu shook the reins, and the carriage turned over Qingyang Pass and drove towards the vast wasteland.

When the mountain wind rose, Poria fell in a pool of blood, the wind blew his hair, the late autumn sun shone on him, and the pupils of his eyes were dilated, reflecting the clear blue sky without a trace of clouds.

I don't know how long later, a vulture flew in, hovered in the sky for a long time, and finally landed next to Poria Cocos, walked over vigilantly, stepped in a pool of blood, and poked its sharp beak into the wound on Poria Cocos' chest, pecking at a muscle the size of a palm.

The next moment, dozens of blood-red silk threads suddenly drilled out of Poria's chest, piercing into the vulture's body without warning, and the vulture turned into a dried corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Poria opened her mouth and inhaled sharply.

Slowly, his pupils gradually contracted, and blood seeped in, turning an eerie blood red.

He looked at the sky, breathing slowly, but otherwise motionless.

The late autumn sun began to tilt, and when the sun set down and the whole world was covered in night, everything fell into darkness, except for the blood-red eyes, which emitted a faint eerie light.

When the sun fell on Qingyang Pass again, Poria struggled her head, looking at the Qingyang General who was separated from the corpse, her lips moved, and she wanted to speak, but she could only make a gurgling sound in her throat.

A moment later, blood-red threads drilled out of the wound on his chest, meandered and extended, and burrowed into the corpse of Qingyang General, and soon, Qingyang General's corpse dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally only a white bone remained.

The blood-colored threads shrank back, and Poria closed her eyes tiredly.

He was so tired now, so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

I don't know how long later, a Hongmeng war eagle flew through the sky, swooped down quickly, the knight jumped off the war eagle, hurried over, inquired about the condition of Poria cocos, passed his hands under his armpits, dragged him onto the back of the war eagle, and swept towards the Kunlun Divine Tree.

Half a day later, in the temple, the Holy King looked at the dying Poria, his expression was extremely complicated, he raised his head and asked the War Eagle Knight, "What is the situation in Qingyang Pass now?"

The War Eagle Knight recounted what he had seen and heard, and the Holy King waved his hand and sent him out, ordering, "Huang Bingyu and Ao Fenggu are going to flee into the wasteland, report this matter to the Judgment Divine Palace, and cooperate with their actions." ”

"Yes. A temple deacon hurried out of the temple.

The Holy King stepped down from the huge keel seat and came to Poria's side, just as he got closer, dozens of blood-colored thin lines drilled out of the wound on Poria's chest, and attacked the Holy King coldly.

The Saint King frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a burst of energy shot out, cutting off those blood-colored threads, and a sneering sound was heard, and those strange blood-colored threads retreated into Poria's chest in horror.

"Can you still survive even if your heart is destroyed, is it the secret method of this elf race?" The Holy King looked at the fainted Poria, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's a pity that your Takeda space has been destroyed, and now you have become a wasted person." ”

Qu Ni Yan on the side had strange eyes and said, "Lord Saint King, Poria is the elf king's favorite son, and now that he is not a human or a ghost, how are we going to explain to the elf king?"

For thousands of years, the elven clan has been living deep in the jungle, leaving the world independent, this time, the Phoenix clan finally pulled them over, but unexpectedly such a thing happened.

"Poria was injured by Ao Fenggu, and then was rescued by my Phoenix clan, spread the news, as long as a little guidance, you can make all the anger of the Elf King lead to Ao Fenggu, and Ao Fenggu stands behind the Warrior Alliance, when the time comes, if the Elf King wants to avenge Poria, he can only cooperate with us. The corners of the Holy King's mouth curled up with a sly arc, "Poria cocos is injured, it may not be a good thing. ”

Qu Ni quickly figured out the joints and praised respectfully, "The Holy King is wise. She paused, her face becoming murderous, "Huang Bingyu and Ao Fenggu ...... over there"

The Holy King said, "The Ruling Divine Palace will take care of this matter," he seemed to remember something, looked at the vast sky outside the temple, and muttered, "Ye Xiuhong hasn't come back yet." ”

Hearing Ye Xiuhong's words, Qu Niyan's body trembled slightly.

In the vast land, between the green mountains and green waters, a woman in red went to the northwest, meeting the mountains and opening the mountains, and the rivers and rivers, which was like a shock.

In the wasteland, a half-orc couple is driving a carriage to send furs to the Kunlun Mirror to sell.

It is difficult to cultivate in the wasteland, so most of the orcs living here live by grazing, and this year's winter came too early, so that there is not enough hay reserves, and nearly half of the cattle and sheep cannot survive this long winter, so many orcs have to be ruthless and slaughter those old, weak, sick and disabled livestock.

This half-orc couple raised sixty cows and nearly two hundred sheep at home, but they were given very little pasture, and there were only thirteen piles of hay, which was not enough for the family's livestock to eat, so they could only slaughter the extra cattle and sheep, marinate the meat, take the cattle and sheep skins to Qingyang Pass to sell, and then buy some grain and salt.

(End of chapter)