"I know." Leng Feiyan's dull voice came out, "But I can't sit back and watch Master and Zhenyan suffer like this. ”

Feng Junwu knew that the torment and pain in his heart at the moment was even worse than his own, and the anger in his heart decreased slightly, he did not immediately draw his sword to kill his former partner and later best friend, but walked quickly towards Zhu Xiantai.

Leng Feiyan didn't stop him, he watched all this quietly.

Qian Zhenyan, who heard the footsteps, slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Feng Junwu returning safely, a relieved smile appeared on her face, "You're all fine, it's fine." ”

The sentence "very good" made Feng Junwu burst into tears for some reason.

Time flies, of course he knows that the Divine Realm has been over a hundred years, and in these hundred years, Qian Zhenyan has been imprisoned on this small altar like this, unable to survive or die, and the pain she has endured is far beyond what they can imagine.

As for why Qian Zhenyan was alive, he naturally understood that it was Qian Lan's ploy, used to involve him and Leng Feiyan's pawns, but even if he knew, what if he knew? None of them can do it, and none of them are not pinned!

Taking a deep breath, Feng Junwu suddenly reached out his hand, and the purple light in his palm flashed, and the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit was forcibly stuffed into the Zhuxian Terrace by him, and invaded Qian Zhenyan's body.

Sure enough, Feng Junwu was overjoyed in his heart, the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit could indeed penetrate everything, including the enchantment that Qianlan set up next to Zhuxiantai. In addition, the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit had a lot of contact with the mother goddess back then, so the breath was very familiar and not easy to be discovered by Qianlan.

His movements were so fast that even Qian Zhenyan just felt a heat in his body and looked at him for some reason.

Feng Junwu's lips moved silently, "Refine her!" Gain power! ”

Qian Zhenyan understood what he meant, and trembled uncontrollably. Can she, who has become a waste, still be able to gain strength and get back on her feet?

She had almost given up on this idea, but she was inspired by Feng Junwu's actions again.

Behind Feng Junwu, a cold voice came, "Junwu, come on." ”

Because he was blocked, Qian Zhenyan didn't see Leng Feiyan, and when she heard his voice, she stood up unconsciously.

Looking at Leng Feiyan, who was holding Langya's sword tightly, he felt the coldness and murderous intent in his eyes, his heart trembled, and he asked in a lost voice, "Feiyan, are you ...... What to do? ”

"He's going to fight me." Feng Junwu slowly turned around and replied.

Qian Zhenyan immediately understood everything, and tears fell silently.

Qianlan, you are not worthy of being a god! You forced the Son of God Leng Fei to have a life-and-death decision with the God King Feng, and waited for the benefit of the fisherman, you are despicable and shameless!

However, even if she scolds in her heart, what can she change? Everything is in Qianlan's control, and no one can escape.

No! She can't watch Leng Feiyan and Feng Junwu kill each other like this, and she can't let Qianlan sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman! She must gain strength as soon as possible, and she must break through the shackles of Zhu Sendai!

After thinking so, Qian Zhenyan didn't persuade Leng Feiyan, because she understood everything and understood his helplessness!

"Come on, it's been a long time since we've had a fight." Feng Junwu stretched out his hand and held the Streamer Divine Sword in his hand, he stretched out his arm and pointed at the tip of the sword at Leng Feiyan's face.

Leng Feiyan nodded, and subconsciously clenched the Langya Divine Sword.

The four eyes are far away, and the hidden smoke of gunpowder is about to erupt.

On the Zhuxian Stage, Qian Zhenyan seemed to sit on the ground in a dejected manner, but in fact, she had begun to secretly fuse with the burning purple flame extreme spirit in the space in her body, and she felt the surging power in the purple flame, which was a power that surpassed her previous cultivation, which made her very excited.

And at this time, she also understood why Feng Junwu wanted to fight Leng Feiyan, only the battle between the two of them could attract Qianlan's attention and make her neglect to find out what she was doing!

Therefore, she must hurry up and refine the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit! Regain your power!

"Let's do it," Feng Junwu shouted.

The peach blossoms fell silently and flew all over the sky.

In the Nuwa Temple, the corners of the goddess Qianlan's lips were slightly hooked, and a happy smile appeared on her face. She couldn't remember how long she'd been waiting for this day, many, many thousands of years!

I knew that it would be so easy for the two of them to kill each other, so why bother so much. What a fun game, isn't it? She thought to herself.

At this time, Leng Feiyan moved, his figure suddenly volleyed into the air, and the Langya sword in his hand slashed down fiercely.

The wind was blowing, and dark clouds were rolling in the sky.

The white light on the Langya sword flickered, as if it brought up a sharp lightning, and slashed down towards Feng Junwu's body.

If this style succeeds, no one doubts that Feng Junwu will definitely be cut in half.

But Feng Junwu would not sit still and wait without fighting back, he clenched the streamer sword with a stroke, and the red light rushed into the sky, colliding with the white light suddenly.

With a bang, the sky collapsed, and the earth suddenly collapsed for a few points.

The goddess Qianlan pursed her lips, she couldn't sit back and watch them destroy her homeland! Her ten fingers are like flowers, and they are quickly sealed. Under the land within a radius of thousands of miles, an invisible immortal net was quickly condensed, protecting the territory that belonged to her.

Seeing that the traces of the collapse of the earth were quickly restored, as if the destruction just now was all an illusion, Feng Junwu was secretly happy in his heart, it seemed that Qian Lan was really attracted by the battle between them, this was good, it was exactly what he wanted.

As for whether Qian Zhenyan can refine the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit, or whether her strength can compete with Qian Lan, it doesn't really matter that much, because he already has a back move!

Leng Feiyan also felt the aura of Qianlan secretly laying down the enchantment, and spared no effort in his shot, wielding the long sword again, and fiercely slashing several swords at Feng Junwu, the white light was like a mang, stabbing people who couldn't open their eyes.

Feng Junwu was not idle, he jumped up, and the streamer sword waved again and again, and the sword was like a rainbow.

The extreme power is hedged again and again, and the divine realm shrouded by white light and red light alternately looks like day and night are constantly changing, you come and go, vigorously, so lively.

And on the small Zhuxian Terrace, it is extremely difficult for Qianzhen Yan to refine.

After all, she was a mortal now, and all the power that belonged to Qianlan had been absorbed by her, leaving nothing for herself, except for this torso.

If a mortal wants to refine such a powerful Purple Flame Extreme Spirit, he will undoubtedly hit the stone with an egg.

Her divine sense had just touched the Purple Flame Extreme Spirit, and she was burned in severe pain, as if she had been stabbed by a sharp knife.

After several unsuccessful attempts, she felt frustrated.

Do you really want to live up to Feng Junwu's expectations? Is it true that he is just a waste person and can't help anymore?

She was very weak to support the ground with her hands, her consciousness was burned so painfully that she couldn't do anything in pain.

Suddenly, she felt a surging power transmitted from the jade pagoda space worn on her wrist, penetrating into the bone marrow and blood along her skin, and quickly injecting into the dantian.

She was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was happening, and her divine sense searched in the jade pagoda space, and sure enough, she found that Ming Xuan was sitting cross-legged, and the power that was surging out of him was being transmitted to the air inch by inch, and then flowed into her body, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, stop, stop it!" (To be continued.) )