Li Yuzhi thought thoughtfully: "Or is it a threat? After all, Dr. Wen is still in his hands."

At the mention of Wen Jinfang, several people couldn't help but sink their hearts.

In the past few days, Yan Fenghuan has already told them about the matter, and the reason why Xi Lian was able to kidnap Wen Jinfang was because of the power of the demon lord.

Yan Fenghuan chased all the way over, but later broke into the Tomb of the Gods by mistake, so that he delayed time and lost news.

It's just that for some reason, with Xi Lian's care for her master, it was the demon lord who "detained" Wen Jinfang in the end.

These days, Yan Fenghuan has maintained an unexpectedly calm, even when it comes to Wen Jinfang at this moment, she still doesn't have much turbulence.

Ji Linxing asked uneasily, "Are you okay?"

Yan Fenghuan shook her head slowly, her eyes returned to the letterhead in her hand, and she said softly, "It's not poetry that really matters."

A few people were stunned, but they saw that Yan Fenghuan's left hand was slowly placed on the letterhead, and then wisps of black mist flowed out of her palm and poured onto the letterhead.

The plain letterhead did not mean to be corroded by the black mist, but lit up with a faint black light.

After a few breaths, a black thing slowly squirmed out from the face of the poem, and then in front of everyone, it turned into a dark iron compass, on which were beating red flames.

Yan Fenghuan threw away the letterhead in his hand, held the compass in the air, and said, "This is it."

The fragile letterhead was instantly corroded by the remaining demonic mist and disappeared without a trace.

"What is this?" Everyone's attention was diverted at once.

Yan Fenghuan said slowly: "The feng shui treasure land chosen by the demon lord."

As her words fell, the flames seemed to be blown by the wind, and they were deflected, pointing the way to the southeast.

The crowd immediately understood her words.

"Looks like he's still testing you." Jiang Xiaoyue said, "It's so cunning."

The others nodded in agreement.

Even if Yan Fenghuan revealed the means, the demon lord still didn't fully believe it, if Yan Fenghuan was like them and didn't find the real information, I'm afraid the demon lord would immediately shrink more secretively.

"It doesn't matter." A wisp of silver thunder held the compass, Yan Fenghuan stretched out his hand and stretched his waist, "It's you, now go to the northwest, the farther the better. Find a place to wait, and when the time comes, someone outside should let you out."

Ji Linxing immediately reacted to what she meant: "What are you kidding?! You're going to deal with the three of them alone?"

The reason why they were "tricked" here was to prevent Xi Lian and Feng Lingzi from going out to make trouble.

There may be one more Demon Lord now.

Therefore, unless these three people can be detained by Yan Fenghuan at the same time, Ji Hongzhi and they will definitely not let go of the space.

But how is this kind of thing possible!

The others also reacted, but Yan Fenghuan opened his mouth one step ahead of them: "I won't stop anyone who wants to go, but weigh your ability to see if you can survive the aftermath."

She didn't even say help, everyone twitched the corners of their mouths, but they knew that what she said was true, and their blood instantly cooled.

After thinking about it for a while, the monks still chose to listen to her, and bowed to Yan Fenghuan and left.

One after another, only about twenty monks remained.

Among them, Yan Jing was the most resolute, and he was obviously not "intimidated" by Yan Fenghuan.

There is a kind of "death is death" resoluteness.

Yan Fenghuan closed her eyes, sighed, and when she opened her eyes again, she scratched her head and muttered a word of uneasiness in a low voice.

The next moment, a green whirlwind suddenly appeared around the monks out of thin air, and they soon carried them up to the sky.

「？？？」

With weightlessness, a group of confused monks rose into the air without any resistance, and the chaos was so upside down that they wanted to vomit, and they couldn't even gather spiritual power.

"Ji Linxing! What are you doing?" Someone asked aloud,

Ji Linxing, who was enduring nausea and trying to control the whirlwind, exploded in an instant: "What*** what

？！ It's not ***!"

The other monk almost collapsed in the whirlwind, his face flushed with his head down, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "This whirlwind is ahem, who else but you will use it!"

"That's it!" The voices of many monks echoed from all directions.

As they flew into the sky, the whirlwind not only did not decrease, but also became stronger and stronger.

Ji Linxing was detained from a cauldron, and he was even more unhappy: "You guys have some reasoning! With my ability alone, how could I sneak attack the Yan family master!"

Yan Jing, who just let the spiritual power circulate smoothly and stabilized his body in the whirlwind: "......"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of green vines the thickness of a baby's wrist appeared, and in the whirlwind he found the monks scattered around, pulling them to his side.

With the support of Qingteng, the monks finally had a chance to breathe, and immediately seized the time to mobilize their spiritual power.

When they were able to stabilize their bodies on their own, they found that the whirlwind no longer carried them to the higher places, but swept away in a northwesterly direction.

「……」

Coupled with Ji Linxing's words before, they suddenly knew whose handiwork it was.

"Miss Yan really made a quick decision." One monk coughed lightly and made amends.

Others followed suit, and Ji Linxing rolled his eyes, but did not refute.

This time, Yan Fenghuan didn't even give them a chance to say a few more words,

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyue suddenly asked Ji Linxing, "Do you have a way to get out?"

The latter shook his head: "I tried it just now, this whirlwind is controlled by a force countless times stronger than me, and I can't drive it at all."

"Hey, the plan now can only wait until the place to see." The person who spoke was respectful, "I can't break free from the power of the supreme one."

The crowd couldn't help but look depressed.

At this time, Yan Ling was suddenly shocked: "What about my brother?"

Her voice pulled everyone's thoughts back, and after the spirit sense looked around, everyone finally determined that Yan Silent Moon was not here, and should not have been there from the beginning.

Otherwise, even if it is torn to pieces by the wind whirlwind, there will inevitably be breath left.

They were all thrown into the whirlwind by Yan Fenghuan, and only Yan Fenghuan can decide who stays, that is......

But why? Because are the two masters and apprentices?

For a while, everyone's expressions were different.

But they are destined to find no answers.

Yan Jing didn't mean to continue this question, Yan Ling also quieted down, and Ji Linxing and the others had an expression of "it has nothing to do with me".

The other monks, even if they were curious, couldn't ask more.

The whirlwind gradually stabilized, and Yan Jing retracted the green vines, allowing the whirlwind to take them to their destination.

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"This is it?"

The floating compass stopped, and as if in response to her words, the compass dissolved into a gust of wind and sand and dispersed.

Yan Fenghuan didn't stop her, she stopped and looked around.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the highest point of space.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the air was humid, and the vision was not very clear, but this had little effect on Yan Fenghuan.

In front of her was a stone tablet about nine feet high, on which the word "Guiyuan" was inscribed in ancient characters.

The top of Guiyuan Mountain is said to be the place where many ancient gods sit.

She squinted, flicked her sleeves, and then sat down against the stele, resting her right hand on her erected knee, and pretending to sleep.

There was silence all around, not even the sound of birdsong, she sat quietly, and the clouds gradually brought her into the scenery.

After a moment or so, the clouds were disturbed again—

The figures of Xi Lian and Feng Lingzi appeared in front of Yan Fenghuan.

The two of them were dressed in convenient power suits, and the spiritual weapons in their hands were shining, and Xi Lian even pulled up his hair.

Xi Lian waved his hand

, the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain were forced back, revealing the original appearance of the entire mountain top.

Yan Fenghuan opened his eyes and smiled when he saw the appearance of the two: "It's grand."

"You're here anyway." Feng Lingzi's eyes were heavy.

Yan Fenghuan frowned almost invisibly and did not speak.

Instead, Xi Lian tilted his head and snorted at him: "You don't think that showing favor can change anything, do you?"

Feng Lingzi glanced at her, in exchange for the latter's contemptuous smile: "Don't be naïve, she can clearly see your situation, but she hasn't done anything, can't she explain the problem?"

Feng Lingzi's gaze fluctuated for a moment, he looked at Yan Fenghuan, who met his gaze without evading, and his heart trembled calmly.

"Do you have a way?" Feng Lingzi suddenly asked without a clue.

But Yan Fenghuan knew what he was asking.

Feng Lingzi's strength was originally in the late third order, and she stripped him of his two-order strength eight days ago, so it stands to reason that he should be in the late stage of the first order at this moment, and even regressed to the middle of the first order.

But when he reappeared, his strength was in the middle of the fourth order.

In just a few days, to be able to do this, all Yan Fenghuan can think of is the power of faith, accumulated for tens of millions of years, enough power of faith.

But using the power of faith to advance also means that you have your head chained, and the control falls on the high-level demons, or rather, the demon lord.

It seems to be powerful, but in fact it has been reduced to a puppet.

Feng Lingzi may have regretted it, or maybe she was forced, but what does all this have to do with her?

"Yes." Yan Fenghuan said.

Feng Lingzi was a little excited, but Xi Lian's face sank.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Fenghuan said, "But your strength is completely useless."

Xi Lian suddenly laughed.

Feng Lingzi's excited expression froze on his face: "...... You're kidding me?"

"Nope." Yan Fenghuan is very sincere.

"Idiot." Xi Lian glanced at Feng Lingzi, who was a little distracted, and the next moment, the figure disappeared in an instant.

Yan Fenghuan's hand on his knee was raised, and above his slender fingers, silver thunder and lightning spread-

A long silver trail suddenly appeared in the air, like a trail dragged out by a meteor, and Xi Lian's figure was limited to the end of the trail, only half a meter away from Yan Fenghuan.

Xi Lian's face changed, the blue light around him flashed, and he quickly broke free of the limit, leaving a pile of brilliant ice crystals in place.

Yin Lei didn't chase after him, Yan Fenghuan held up on the stone tablet for a while, and stood up slowly.

The moment she looked up, Feng Lingzi had already slashed in front of her with a golden long knife in her hand.

The long knife, that is the strongest state of Nishiki.

The Yin Wind Thunder flashed out in an instant, and it did not evade the blow of the mid-fourth order powerhouse.

Suddenly, the top of the mountain flew sand and stones, except for the stone monument behind Yan Fenghuan, everything was destroyed, and the surrounding clouds and mist were directly swept away, cutting out a "long road" out of thin air.