"Okay, you go with me this time!" Xiao Feng replied, the cultivation of the Netherworld White Tiger is enough, it needs to be experienced, and it can be seen from the battle between it and the fierce beast that it lacks experience.

The white tiger was like a child who had received sugar, and he glanced at the beast defiantly with joy on his face, as if he was announcing something.

There have been no major changes in the Thunder Fire Sect, the only difference is that the lakeside hut where Xiao Feng used to live has now become the holy place of the Thunder Fire Sect, and there are disciples who come here every day to meditate and cultivate.

In the past two years, the Thunder Fire Sect has recruited a lot of disciples, although most of them are coming in the name of the Little Heavenly King, but this also makes the elders of the Thunder Fire Sect very happy, you must know that in the past, there would never be so many talented disciples coming.

In the Thunder Fire Sect, Xiao Feng didn't see Zhong Ba's figure, and only later learned that he went outside to practice, but there was no news of him, and the seven elders were worried, so they sent someone out to find him, but there was still no news.

In the afternoon of the same day, Xiao Feng was pulled to the preaching ground of Lei Huo Feng by the elders, and asked him to preach, Xiao Feng couldn't resist, but also for the sake of the future of the Thunder Fire Sect, he combined the Vientiane True Scripture with the existing Thunder Fire Exercises, which made them very useful, and even several elders could listen attentively.

Some of the newly recruited disciples had never seen Xiao Feng before, and they were very excited when they saw him this time, and the bad female disciples were even more deeply rooted in their hearts, but on the contrary, they had no feelings for Song Lianhan, who was cold-faced next to them.

Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, not to mention Xiao Feng, a handsome and talented genius who has cultivated to an outstanding degree, and his past achievements can only be described as against the sky.

The Netherworld White Tiger and the Clown are together, the clown is the name given by the White Tiger to the fierce beast, and the fierce beast was taken by the white tiger's obscenity, so he had to succumb, and the displeasure in the white tiger's heart dissipated.

In order to seal the crack with Xiao Feng, the two guys fought every day, and the white tiger's combat experience was also slowly maturing, which was strange to say, there was a inheritance of combat experience in everyone's inheritance, but it didn't.

Early the next morning, Xiao Feng and Song Lianhan left the Thunder Fire Sect with the Netherworld White Tiger, it may be that his sermon yesterday made many people feel something, and the only people who came to see him off were the Great Elder and the Sect Master.

"Feng'er, you have to be extra careful when you go here, I heard that there is no good stubble from Jiuxiao!" the Great Elder explained earnestly, he did not change his name because of Xiao Feng's cultivation improvement.

"Well, if they can fail once, they will fail again, and the current Ziyang is no longer comparable to what it used to be!" Xiao Feng replied firmly, he felt at home to the Great Elder and the Thunder Fire Sect.

The Thunder Fire Sect Master didn't speak, Xiao Feng had very little intersection between them when he was in the Thunder Fire Sect, Xiao Feng's kindness to the Thunder Fire Sect over the years, he kept it in his heart, and the Thunder Fire Sect was able to grow in his hands, and he already felt satisfied.

It takes four or five days to get to the emperor from here, and it takes even longer to get to the crack of the seal, at least about ten days, and that will have to be a day and night, but with the Nether White Tiger and the Joker as mounts, their speed is much faster.

At the crack of the seal, Emperor Wu's face was a little solemn, and a battle flag in front of him was knocked down, fortunately it was discovered in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, judging from the breath coming from the crack, there were more people from Jiuxiao's side, and the power was stronger.

Most of the sect families who left returned after getting the news that the battle flag was almost destroyed, and most of them were here at this moment, and Emperor Wu asked several princes to settle them down again.

The leyline guardians of the One Hundred and Eight Cities were with the Desolate Slave and the others, some distance away from the crack in the seal, and they were not with the Martial Emperor and the residence of all of them, this was a force that belonged to Xiao Feng, and it had a combat power that was not inferior to that of any sect family.

Bang! Bang!

Every day at noon and midnight, there will be people bombarding on the other side of the crack, these two times are also the time when the Nine Fierce Battle Banner is the weakest, obviously the people on the other side also know very well, several of Ziyang's top masters will protect the Dharma at this time, not let anyone get close to the Nine Fierce Battle Banner, and the desolate slave will also bless the power in the Battle Banner at this time.

But everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before it is broken, and what the Martial Emperor and they have done is only to delay the time to break as much as possible, so as to come up with a way to deal with it.

"I'm afraid that in less than five days, this seal will be broken again, and the power within the Nine Fierce Battle Banners is already very weak. The desolate slave said a little tiredly, he is not Xiao Feng, he has not been recognized by the Nine Fierce Battle Banners, and every time he forcibly blesses him, he will have indescribable tiredness.

"Seniors work hard, you go and rest first!" Emperor Wu said respectfully, this is a character who competes with the ancestors of the royal family, and deserves his respect.

After the desert slave left, the Hundred Flowers Fairy walked over, and the beautiful figure reflected her like a fairy in the Moon Palace in the bright moonlight, and some Gu Zun who had practiced for hundreds of years looked quite excited, but fortunately she didn't care.

"Emperor Wu, it's better for you to make a decision early!" said the Hundred Flowers Fairy coldly, her coldness During this time, everyone had learned something.

What she said was a way that there was no way, that is, to send the most talented disciples in the Ziyang Empire to the Hundred Flowers Sect, use the secret method of the Hundred Flowers Sect to send them to Jiuxiao again, and then take the Ziyang back when they grow up.

This method looks good, as long as you endure it for a while, maybe Ziyang will come back again, but this is just wishful thinking, not to mention whether they can grow up in the Nine Heavens, even if they grow up, the horror Ziyang at that time has changed, and they have also changed at that time.

"Wait a little longer, I believe that the heavens will not be so ruthless!" Emperor Wu sighed, no one knew what he was waiting for, but this time the people of Jiuxiao were obtained with anger, and the bloody wind set off was probably unbearable for the entire Ziyang Empire.

The Hundred Flowers Fairy didn't speak, a fierce color flashed in her eyes, she didn't let anyone notice it, she had no way to leave, when the Hundred Flowers Sect Master inherited the suzerain's throne, she would make a blood oath, which was established with her own essence and blood, once she violated it, the bloodline would be instantly exhausted and she would die, when the Ziyang Empire was in crisis, she had to lead the Hundred Flowers Sect to meet the enemy, and there must be no selfish behavior.

Many families of the Ziyang Empire have such family rules and regulations, which were created by the ancestors of the Ziyang Imperial Family and them back then, just to protect this world.

Everyone's faces were very solemn, they all heard the words of the desolate slave clearly, maybe for the entire Ziyang Empire, it was only five days of horror, and no one had confidence in the next big war, even the Martial Emperor did not have any hope in his heart.

Maybe he is still waiting for a miracle, there are too many amazing talents in this world, and the little god king's aura of pushing thousands of miles can still be vaguely felt, the ancestor of the royal family and the ancestor of the Heavenly King's Mansion resounded for thousands of years, Ziyang will never have an accident, and it can't have an accident, Emperor Wu's heart is telling himself again and again.

Time passed little by little, and a depressed mood began to spread throughout the station, and the major sects were secretly watching, they were waiting for Emperor Wu's decision, which was related to the gains and losses of the entire Ziyang Empire at this moment.

Xiao Feng and Song Lianhan still haven't arrived yet, the speed of the Netherworld White Tiger and the clown is very fast, there is no stop in between, he is worried, worried that the people there will lose their faith, and that the Purple Sun Empire will be self-defeating.

"Senior, hasn't the Martial Emperor decided yet?" someone in the Divine King City garrison asked, the desolate slave had just returned from the Martial Emperor's tent.

"Just wait in peace, Xiao Gongzi will come back no matter what!" said the desolate slave in his old voice, he had such a high majesty in the God King City, and his words were extremely convincing.

With the desert slave in charge, the station of the Divine King City has become the quietest place, and the people here are used to all the miracles brought by Xiao Feng, on the contrary, some other sects have repeatedly seen people fleeing late at night, and the Martial Emperor and the sect have not chased them, if they chase them, it will only cause a greater backlash.

"Father, I think it's still necessary for you to go out and talk to them, the people who have left in the past two days have been close to two, and they are all Guzun masters!" said the eldest prince anxiously.

"Those who should go will always go, those who should stay will always stay, even if the whole royal family is buried here, they must protect every river and mountain here!" Emperor Wu suddenly stood up, and a mighty royal nobility burst out from his body.

The Hundred Flowers Sect is also relatively quiet, and every time the Hundred Flowers Fairy makes a decision, they will not have any thoughts in their hearts, and they do not agree with this place in Ziyang, to put it in their hearts.

Zihongchen and his wife are like no one else, they travel around the mountains and rivers every day, and the relationship between the two is getting stronger and stronger, and their cultivation is also growing imperceptibly, which is the preciousness of the love sword technique of Allure.

It was another rising sun and setting sunset, and escaping became a trend, some small sect families were unwilling to evacuate for the sake of vain life, and Emperor Wu still did not send anyone to stop it, this was their own choice.

"Fairy, do you really want to be with the royal family?" said an ancient Venerable beside the Hundred Flowers Fairy, her status among the hundred mountains is extremely high, and she is not under the Pear Blossom Ancestor, during this time, the Pear Blossom Ancestor has been worried all day because of the matter of the Falling Flowers.

"Has anyone under the Hundred Flowers Sect defected?" the fairy didn't answer her directly, but asked a question that she herself should know the answer to.

"No one left!" the Gu Zun still replied respectfully, but he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

"Well, that's good!" After the Hundred Flowers Fairy finished, he closed his eyes directly, and the Gu Zun had no choice but to shake his head suspiciously and retreat.

Rumble!

The Nine Fierce Battle Banners were uprooted, and the cracks in the seal broke open again, and this time they broke very widely, and streams of pure Nine Heavens Spiritual Qi were transmitted inside, and behind the aura were powerful beings carrying anger.