Nanten's Palace.

Thousands of palaces are clustered, rising continuously, with no end in sight.

In the place of the Grand Square of the Imperial Palace, there is a square with a square of thousands of square feet!

At this moment, on this square, there are countless people, all waiting for one person here!

Many gorgeous women started in this square.

The trumpet is now starting to blow!

It was the sound of a horn in triumph!

"Welcome to the triumphant return of His Royal Highness!"

Thunderous voices rang out in the square.

Yan Feng had a look of indifference in his eyes at the moment.

Since you want to do this Third Highness... Then he will do it to the end!

Above the sky, the old woman wanted to follow behind Yan Feng, but was stopped by a group of guards.

Only the Three Highnesses can enter!

The figure landed gently and stepped on the jade brick floor.

Yan Feng walked towards the middle-aged man sitting on the hundred-step platform in the center.

This is the Emperor of the Purple Wind Domain!

This person's body... The seemingly ethereal, but suffocating breath that was so strong that it couldn't help but emanate from the body.

Just by looking at it, people are in a trance.

Fortunately, Yan Feng has a divine source in his body, which can resist the pressure of this Lao Tzu's divine soul!

After all, this divine source... made Yan Feng's life level jump.

No matter how powerful the person in front of you is... At the level of life, it is also much lower than Yan Feng!

Yan Feng didn't take a step, and the people around him, whether it was a warrior, or a minister, or a beautiful woman who was originally dancing.

They all kneel and worship!

The same sentence is repeated in the mouth!

'Welcome to the triumphant return of His Royal Highness!'

However, in front of Yan Feng's eyes, there were two people who looked at him with unkind eyes.

These two people, standing on the left and right of the emperor, are obviously... Yan Feng thought slightly, since his pretended identity was the Third Highness.

Then there must be two highnesses and two highnesses.

Not surprisingly, it should be these two people!

But just as Yan Feng approached the Purple Wind Emperor, suddenly in his heart, Xiaojiao's wah-wow-wow scream sounded.

In Yan Feng's heart, a message came from Xiaojiao in an instant.

Divine Source...

The breath of the Purple Wind Divine Source!

Yan Feng suddenly frowned, looking at the Southern Heavenly Emperor who was sitting on the Baizhang Zun Chair.

The breath of this divine source came from the body of this Southern Heavenly Emperor!

Divine Source...!

There was a hint of eagerness in Yan Feng's eyebrows.

For Yan Feng, the divine source of each realm is just like his purpose one after another!

Even Yan Feng himself didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in this Purple Wind Star Domain, he would be able to sense the breath of the divine source.

It's just that there is one thing that makes Yan Feng very difficult.

The breath of this divine source came from the body of this Southern Heavenly Emperor, that is, the body of the strongest person in this Purple Wind Domain.

Although, this wisp of divine source aura is very weak.

However, Yan Feng believed that with Xiaojiao, the spirit of the divine origin of this Daoluo Heavenly Domain.

You will definitely be able to trace the essence of the Purple Wind Divine Source!

At this moment, there is only one thing that Yan Feng wants to figure out.

This Southern Heavenly Emperor, the power of the divine source that emanates from his body... Where the hell did it come from!

Yan Feng has already walked through the greeting of hundreds of thousands of people, and he knelt down in a large area!

As soon as he reached the bottom of the steps, two guards walked up.

From Yan Feng's body, he took off the matching sword hanging from his waist, this sword was not a Sky Crying Sword, just an ornament.

And taking down the sword before the audience is nothing more than a courtesy.

After all, this Southern Heavenly Emperor is an extremely powerful existence, and if he is so powerful, Yan Feng can't see through this person's cultivation at all!

With such an existence, where would he be afraid of such a small sword.

Yan Feng, who did not resist, raised his hands and let the guard untie his sword.

Then, he looked at the steps and left.

And on the top of these hundred zhang steps, Emperor Nantianzun, with a smile in his eyes at the moment, looked at his most admired son, walking step by step.

However, on his left and right sides, his other two sons were looking at Yan Feng's figure and gritting their teeth one by one.

Among them, His Highness is unwilling to hate, and the other is as if he is sighing about something...

The expressions of these two people, Yan Feng naturally fell in his eyes.

With Yan Feng's experience, at a glance... It's to see the greasy in it.

This Third Highness won the battle, but he died outside the territory for no reason, I am afraid it is not a simple matter.

Thereinto... Someone is a ghost.

And the troublemaker, when Yan Feng saw the fleeting sigh in the eyes of the second highness, he was able to conclude that nine times out of ten it was the hand of this goods.

Yan Feng, step by step.

When I came to the ten zhang of the Southern Heavenly Emperor, there was a platform built with jade.

Yan Feng stood on the platform.

A woman with a charming appearance, holding a piece of clothing in her hand, walked out slowly.

This woman, as soon as Fang appeared, she caused a sensation!

The first singer in the southern sky, Ji Wuyue.

Ji Wuyue came to Yan Feng's side, bowed, and held a piece of clothing in her hand with both hands.

It's not so much a garment as a cape.

"Zhan'er, this Nine Xuan Yan Feather cloak is a gift of triumph given to you by your father. ”

On that chair, Emperor Nantian opened his mouth.

Yan Feng took the cloak in Ji Wuyue's hand, and his eyes swept over Ji Wuyue's face.

I have to say...

The beauty of the face is to the extreme.

There are no dead ends, wearing a light red dress, willow leaves with curved eyebrows, a pretty nose and light lips, and a touch of charm in the peach blossom eyes, which is enough to hook the soul of any man in the world.

It's a pity... The person in front of her is Yan Feng.

That touch of peach blossom was intoxicating, and it fell in Yan Feng's eyes, but there was no fluctuation in the slightest.

Yan Feng didn't even look at this Ji Wuyue's face.

Then came the big bow: "Thank you, father!"

On the throne, the Southern Heavenly Emperor had a look of satisfaction in his eyes at the moment.

This satisfaction... It's not because this son of mine won the battle.

Nor is it because of the preference for this son.

Rather, it was before... When Ji Wuyue threw away her peach blossom eyes, the indifference in Yan Feng's eyes and the ancient well were waveless.

This is the posture that the superior person should have, the master of a domain!

Otherwise... Why did he want this Ji Wuyue to appear!

Once, the same scene, just in a different place, this Nantian Venerable Emperor tried his other two sons.

Without exception, the looks... They all stayed on Ji Wuyue's body.

Only this third son!

Of course, because at the moment his so-called third son... It's a harsh wind!

If it was really the Third Highness in the past, it was really unknown whether he would have fallen on this path.

Yan Feng took the Nine Xuan Yan Feather cloak in Ji Wuyue's hand.

He could feel... On top of this cloak, there is an extremely powerful power of flame.

If you are not mistaken, the laws that these three highnesses have cultivated in the past should be fire!

(End of chapter)

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