"Young Emperor, this is the Rebellion of Baijiang. ”

The world in the dust, in the pavilion.

Bingchang and Yan Feng told everything he knew, everything about the rebellion in Baijiang.

"You mean... The Lord of the Hundred Frontiers back then, even if they were combined, was definitely not the opponent of the Desolate Emperor?"

Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed slightly, looked at Bingchang, and asked suspiciously.

"That's right!"

Bingchang nodded: "Although I was just a subordinate of the God Emperor back then, and my cultivation was no more than the realm of the three desolations, I was fortunate to see the emperor once." ”

When it comes to the word emperor...

This Bingchang naturally has a sense of reverence on his face.

"The lords of the hundred frontiers, their subordinates have seen a lot, and the power of the emperor is by no means comparable to the lords of these territories!"

Yan Feng looked at Bingchang's expression, and he could feel that this Bingchang, the kind of reverence and worship for the Desolate Emperor, had already come from the bottom of his heart.

His words will definitely not be false.

Although, these words are only his personal judgment.

But... If you assume that this assertion is correct.

Yan Feng's brows furrowed slightly... If it is right, then why did the Emperor of the Wilderness pretend to be defeated by the Lord of the Hundred Frontiers back then.

Why, pretend to be in the midst of that war?

In this way, was the desolate emperor dead?

Was it the Lord of the Hundred Frontiers who killed him, or something else...?

The more Yan Feng thought about it... The more I feel that something is wrong!

Emperor of the Wilderness, pretending to be dead?

Why is he playing dead?!

Or, the Emperor of the Wilderness... Did he die on purpose, or was he plotting something?

"Young Emperor, the above is just the personal judgment of his subordinates, and the young emperor's power should be just a joke, and there is no need to worry about it. ”

Bingchang on the side saw Yan Feng frowning, and said tightly.

"No problem. ”

Yan Feng said lightly.

Two things I learned from Bingchang's mouth, the Battle of Fengyue, the Rebellion of Baijiang...

These two things constantly overlap in Yan Feng's heart.

But after all... Yan Feng still can't guess what the mystery is!

I sighed in my heart, it seems...

Desolate Emperor Mound, I have to go there!

And at this moment...

Rumble!

This world suddenly began to shake violently, and even the void began to shatter and distort.

"Why is this happening?"

Bingchang's expression suddenly changed!

His dusty world is enough to last for three days and three nights.

But now, it's only been an hour or two... Why is it on the verge of shattering!

Yan Feng looked indifferent to this: "Summoning everyone else here." ”

He didn't say the reason, according to what Bingchang said to himself before, the outside world... But it was only half a day.

And Yan Feng has been in the world of Babel Tower for several days.

Time outside of here is not a dimension in the first place.

And Bingchang's magic weapon is related to the power of space...

In this void dimension, it is normal for the effectiveness to be shortened.

What's more, this Bingchang's cultivation is suppressed in the immortal realm at the moment, and with his immortal realm cultivation, the time it can maintain is naturally less.

Bingchang nodded, waved his hand, and in an instant, five people appeared in this pavilion.

Yu Jiao, Xiao Tuanzi, Feng Le, Murong Xue, Dao Yue.

When the five of them saw Bingchang, Murong Xue, Dao Yue, and Feng Le, all three of them saluted towards Bingchang respectfully.

"Thank you seniors for saving me. ”

After Yu Jiao and Xiao Tuanzi were stunned, they also hurriedly bowed to Bingchang.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life. ”

And at this moment, this pavilion world shook again...

The faces of the people changed.

The shattering of this pavilion world means that they... To reappear in the world of Babel.

"Childe, at most an hour, this dusty world will disperse. ”

Bingchang looked at Yan Feng and spoke in a condensed voice.

Now that outsiders have appeared, Bingchang will naturally not be commensurate with the 'Young Emperor'.

After all...

Yan Feng's identity is top secret!

Except for a few absolute henchmen of Dao Aoki, including Bingchang, and a few Desolate Emperor Guards such as Liusan, no one knows!

Young Emperor identity!

If it is exposed, it will definitely cause chaos in the Sanctuary!

The rest of the Three Firmaments and Five Divine Emperors will do everything to completely strangle the young emperors who have not grown up in the cradle!

"Do you have a way?"

Yan Feng glanced at Bingchang and said lightly,

Bingchang was suddenly silent, he was silent... Murong Xue and the others naturally didn't dare to speak, and they all stood aside.

And at this moment, the world in the pavilion began to tremble constantly.

Apparently repelled by the hundredth world of the Tower of Babel...

There are four or five breaths of time.

There was a hint of determination in Bingchang's eyes: "Yes, but it needs to be used in that world, and... The subordinates need half a cup of tea!"

The hardest... That's the time for half a cup of tea!

Once everyone leaves this pavilion world, those black spirits in the outside world must be aware of everyone's existence in a few breaths.

After all...

The Lord of the Immortals, though physically unable to leave the Heavenly Trench.

But the divine consciousness has already refined this world into his own...!

If not, it would never have been possible to capture all of them to the Heavenly Trench before!

Back then, the world created by the Desolate Emperor had long been refined by the Immortal Lord after years of delay.

"Half a cup of tea..."

Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed slightly: "Regulate their own pranayama, and after a stick of incense, go out of bounds." ”

When the words fell, Yan Feng closed his eyes.

His spiritual power had been used up in the previous Heavenly Trench, and he couldn't recover it at all in three or five hours.

And even if he recovered, his cultivation would actually have no effect on those black spirits.

What these dark spirits fear...

It was the primordial power in Yan Feng's body.

The primordial origin, the name, was chosen by the harsh wind for the whirlpool.

At this moment, the harsh wind of pranayama with closed eyes.

It's not that he's recovering his cultivation...

The sequelae of Tianweeping Wushuang is not something that can be recovered by pills or the like, it must take time.

At this moment, what Yan Feng did was to draw out the whirlpool in the dantian and the power of the whirlpool within it.

Eyes, eyes closed.

Yan Feng's divine consciousness is condensed in the land of his dantian.

Inner view of the dantian.

At this moment, the spiritual power of the dantian has already been in deficit, and there is basically no existence, only a little spiritual power echoes in this dantian.

And in the heart of the dantian...

The whirlpool, however, was flowing quietly.

From it, there was one qi after another, which was deliberately pulled out by Yan Feng.

Yan Feng's divine consciousness condensed into an illusory body, floating in front of this whirlpool...

There is an impulse that Yan Feng wants to enter this whirlpool and see... What kind of world is the other side of the whirlpool?

But his intuition told him.

Now, not yet.

The other end of this whirlpool can't bear it, and if the divine consciousness enters, it will inevitably explode.

The illusory body stayed for a small half cup of tea before this vortex, and then slowly dissipated.

And time... It's a little bit of a pass.

The work of a stick of incense will soon pass.