Outside the Tower of Babel.

The three of them are outside this tower, Liu San, Zhao Yao, and Qiao Yang.

At this moment, the three of them are frowning, looking at this Tower of Babel, just... The sword shadow that Ryuzo entered.

Needless to say, as one of the Thirteen Emperor Guards, he must be able to see what that sword shadow was.

As for Qiao Yang, he can also distinguish one from the other.

The three of them also knew that entering that sword shadow... Why?

It's just that Zhao Yao and Qiao Yang are puzzled.

This sword shadow... Where did Liusan come from!

The sword intent of the Desolate Emperor!

Zhao Yao wanted to ask several times, but every time he was forced back by Liusan's eyes.

That's when ... Suddenly, at the top of the Babel Tower, a whirlpool appeared.

The moment this whirlpool appeared, Liu San grabbed Zhao Yao's shoulder, and before Zhao Yao could react, the two of them dissipated in place.

Stream three...

He knew very well that at this time, he was a desolate... As far as you can from the young emperor, you can go as far as you can!

So as not to arouse suspicion and expose the identity of the young emperor!

The reason why I didn't leave before was because I was worried about the situation in the Tower of Babel, but now that the exit has appeared, it is a sign of... The young emperor is fine.

Since there is no hindrance, Liu San and Zhao Yao are leaving.

Before the Tower of Babel, there was only one person left, Qiao Yang.

Cracks appear.

From the crack, someone stepped out.

In an instant, the figure appeared in front of Qiao Yang...

At this moment, Qiao Yang already knew Yan Feng's true identity.

The son of the desolate emperor, the young emperor!

"Seniors, ask for one thing. ”

Yan Feng looked at Qiao Yang and spoke in a condensed voice.

And at this moment, behind him, Bingchang, Dao Yue, Murong Xue, Feng Le, and Xiao Tuanzi all appeared from that crack.

When all the cracks are out, the cracks are completely healed.

"Childe, rest assured, this woman's injuries are handed over to the old man. ”

Qiao Yang bowed slightly...

Previously, he didn't know Yan Feng's identity, but he just thought that Yan Feng was Dao Aoki's closest relative, so naturally he just treated Dao Aoki politely on the face.

But now... Poles apart!

The son of the desolate emperor is not so simple as treating each other with courtesy!

The distinction between the top and the bottom must not be chaotic!

Behind Yan Feng, Murong Xue, Dao Yue, Feng Le... These three disciples of the One Sword God Sect.

In their eyes, it is unattainable on weekdays, and even these core disciples of them rarely see the previous sect master in a hundred years.

In front of Yan Feng, he performed the salute of his subordinates.

But at the moment... The three of them are not surprised.

Everything they had seen in the world of Babel before had made it a little clearer to them.

Severe wind... Absolutely very human.

Moreover, it has an extremely deep relationship with the Desolate Emperor, as for the origin of this, it is unknown.

The three of them didn't dare to peek into the secret.

"Thank you. ”

Yan Feng opened his mouth lightly, glanced at Yu Jiao in his arms, and then handed it to Qiao Yang.

Without the slightest expression on his face, he bypassed Qiao Yang, and his figure turned into a sword light and went towards the place where he lived.

Qiao Yang watched Yan Feng leave, and then put his hand between Yu Jiao's eyebrows, and Yu Jiao's body appeared with light, turned into a streamer, and disappeared into Qiao Yang's sleeve.

Afterwards, Qiao Yang looked at Murong Xue and the others.

"The four of you, go to a place with your sect. ”

There was a kind smile on his face, but it fell into the ears of Murong Xue and the others...

All four of them were stunned.

"That's... Sect Master, you, you're not going to kill people, are you?"

Feng Le smiled shyly.

After all, the four of them know too much today that they shouldn't know.

Under the general logic... It's supposed to kill people.

After all, Murong Xue knew very well that the lives of several of them were worthless in front of an existence like Qiao Yang.

Qiao Yang couldn't help but laugh when he heard Feng Le's words.

Stroking his beard: "You are my disciples of the First Sword God Sect, and you have not eaten the internal precepts of the Sect, why did this sect kill you." ”

"Come with this sect, there are some things that I have to explain to you. ”

After speaking, he turned around, Murong Xue and Dao Yue, the two looked at each other, paused for a few breaths, and then followed.

Feng Le kept babbling to himself, 'Dead', 'Dead'...

"Gone!"

After the previous events, Xiao Tuanzi and Feng Le were already very familiar, so they pulled Feng Le's arm and followed.

A Sword Divine Sect is located in a courtyard house on the edge.

A sword light fell in this small courtyard.

Severe wind... Fang Yi showed his figure.

A mouthful of blood spurted out directly!

frowned, tightly furrowed...

Yan Feng covered his chest and came to the purple flower tree in the courtyard, leaning against the trunk.

Gasping for air.

This injury, he has been pressing.

This wound comes from the spirit.

In fact, long before the previous immortal lord came out, Yan Feng had already overdrawn his spirit body.

Taking a deep breath, between Yan Feng's eyebrows... It has a condensed color.

"The Emperor of the Wilderness..."

Tilting his head slightly, the night is high, and the purple and white words fly down.

Falling and in front of your eyes...

Yan Feng could clearly feel that in that world, when that sword intent poured into his body, the moment.

Control of your own body... Taken away by another consciousness!

That person is the Emperor of the Wasteland, his father, Baili Moyun!

However, the control of the body has been taken away, but the consciousness is still clear.

It's like... At that moment, Yan Feng saw his father face to face!

For the first time, I felt my father's presence so closely!

His eyebrows furrowed, Yan Feng sat cross-legged and began to breathe.

This time, he was going to the Tower of Babel to test his strength.

But I didn't expect such a series of things to happen.

But... The purpose of this trial was still achieved.

In the Tower of Babel, Yan Feng directly felt that with his current cultivation.

The ancestral god cultivates, the body of the heavenly saint.

With the Heavenly Cry Sword in hand, the Enlightenment of the Sword Dao, coupled with the blessing of the primordial power in the body, under the first battle, it is enough to fight against the ordinary Immortal Realm.

The primordial power in this maelstrom...

Yan Feng was clearly aware that the blessing of this whirlpool power, when fighting against others, although the enhancement was large, it was also limited.

But with the undead...

It's like a natural nemesis!

Enough to sweep!

Like the last sword before leaving that world.

If it weren't for the primordial power in Yan Feng's body, it would have been exhausted, and only a few wisps would have been dispersed with the sword qi.

The Immortal Lord, I'm afraid it's not as simple as being cut in half... It's not impossible to be wiped out on the spot!

What Yan Feng is thinking at the moment... How can the whirlpool in this dantian be improved?!

And my own cultivation, the first step... First to the pinnacle of immortality.

At that time, the choice is to continue to take the road of chaos and enter the wasteland.

Or is it another way... Leave the Sanctuary, break through outside the territory, and turn into a demon!

Embark on a path of your own!

Purple and white flowers, as the wind passes, dance one after another.

In the land of the Yan Feng Dantian, the whirlpool slowly flowed, and there were air flows out one after another in it.

These gases... It is actually used to repair the spirit!

[I'm going to cook... There's still something to do, the third chapter may be a little late, thank you brothers for the tickets and tips, thank you!]

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