Feng Zhentian yawned, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the feathers on the top of his head swept out again, one of the feathers rolled it up by dividing it by dividing it by two, and the other feather neatly dialed the spirit fruit on the offering plate into Feng Junxi's arms, and then threw it into the offering plate with a "snap".

The ink monkey struggled for a moment and found that his whole body could not move except for his eyes!

In the midst of all the doubtful eyes, Feng Zhentian slowly spoke: "You kid go and tell its owner that the Phoenix God Egg and the little monkey are in the hands of the deity, and if you want to, come over in person." ”

Feng Junxi: "......"

The newborn calf of Little Jinpeng was not afraid of tigers, and rushed over with his wings flapped: "Why is what you say?" ”

Feng Zhentian glanced at it lazily, and the feathers on the top of his head stretched out and curled, and wrapped around it again.

Still pouring the last spirit fruit into Feng Junxi's arms, he stretched out and threw Xiao Jinpeng into the offering plate.

Now, one, two, three, and the three offering plates are filled with ink monkeys, phoenix god eggs and little Jinpeng respectively, all of them.

Xiao Jinpeng's mouth could still move, and he said angrily: "Hey, bird man, what do you want to do?" ”

"Don't be so angry, it's just fun." The man waved his hand absently, "Boy, are you still going?" ”

Feng Junxi's face was black, and he still said respectfully: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, I'm afraid it's inconvenient for them to come over now?" ”

"Yes...... Is it? Then add a little more fire. Feng Zhentian propped his cheeks, lazily dragged his tone, and hooked his fingers at him, "Get out of the fire, come." ”

Before Feng Junxi could understand what was going on, a ball of fire erupted from his eyes, floating to the bottom of the offering table under Feng Zhentian's control, and burning against the offering plate.

Feng Junxi: "......"

Isn't this a chance to intercede?

Feng Zhentian lay back on the beam and said slowly: "Tell them not to worry, take their time, so that the deity can eat both roast birds and roast eggs." Roast monkey or something, the taste is too bad, forget it. ”

Ink Monkey: "......"

Jinpeng Jr.: "......"

Suddenly I felt so aggrieved.

But there is no way to be aggrieved, the other party is a true immortal, whether it is a holy beast or a divine beast, there is no power to parry.

Suddenly, Xiao Jinpeng thought of something and asked, "The little ancestor has found it, what about the bald dog?" Where did it go? ”

"Huh? And dogs? Feng Zhentian poked his head out from the beam, and the corners of his lips hooked a touch of interest, "Dog meat tastes good, I haven't tasted it for thousands of years, let's have one." ”

Feng Junxi was worried that he would really do something irrational, and after snatching the door, he personally flew towards Luo Qingyin's temporary residence.

Lihuo ranks sixth on the list of different fires, one place ahead of Qinglian Youhuo, not to mention roasting and eating, the slightest carelessness can roast the spirit beast into nothingness.

Turning into a phoenix body and flying through the air, looking down at the Heavenly Phoenix Clan below who were restrained by the ink monkey with a formation and had different postures, Feng Junxi just wanted to shed a touch of bitter tears.

The ink monkey froze the people of the Tianhuang clan.

Uncle Shi trapped the ink monkey in the offering plate.

Luo Qingyin and Zi Yunchen, who were able to rescue the ink monkey, were in retreat.

If Luo Qingyin and the two can't get out, the ink monkey will be finished, and the people of the Tianhuang clan will also be finished, and he will also be finished, this is a dead end.

If Luo Qingyin and the two come out, everything will go to the unknown.

Now the question is, is it up to him to decide whether Luo Qingyin and the two can come out?

Flying to the Phoenix Terrace, Ling Kun was still there, his body floating in the air and stumbling under his feet, and his beautiful face seemed to always have a shallow smile.

Feng Junxi breathed a sigh of relief and said straight to the point: "Uncle Shi has detained the ink monkey and the phoenix god egg, please go and invite Zi Yunchen and Luo Qingyin out." ”

Ling Kun tilted his head, and his beautiful face showed a touch of murderous aura: "First hide the phoenix god egg, then let people take away the bald dog, and once again personally get the broken monkey and short-haired chicken into the tunnel, and now come to deceive the deity?" ”

Feng Junxi hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think. ”

Ling Kun sneered: "What's that?" What about broken monkeys? What about short-haired chickens? What about bald dogs? What about the phoenix god egg? ”

Feng Junxi was speechless.

Seeing that his expression was entangled, Ling Kun completely confirmed the thoughts in his heart, and the yin and evil qi came out more and more, spreading to all sides.

Fengwu Mountain was originally a quiet place.

But even in the quietest places, there have been dead souls, and there are graves.

It's just that those things are suppressed underground, and they can't come out.

With the spread of the evil spirit, countless yin spirits broke through the ground one after another, turning the fairyland-like place into a graveyard infested with ghosts in a moment.

Feng Junxi was simply exhausted.

One is harder than the other.

One is more ferocious than the other.

Unable to watch Fengwu Mountain destroyed, Feng Junxi turned into a phoenix body again, his wings spread, and the Xuan Qi spread out, suppressing those things that broke out of the ground.

The two sides competed.

Feng Junxi was not in the mood to fight with him, and said while suppressing: "The Tianhuang clan is suppressed by the ink monkey, there is no need for this seat to lie to you." ”

Ling Kunyin's evil qi was used too much, and a long tail with scales stretched out behind him: "Your senior uncle and ancestor are not from your Tianhuang clan?" You let the master uncle detain them, and the deity can only detain you. ”

"Wait!" Feng Junxi found that his self-proclaimed title was the same as Feng Zhentian, and there were only a handful of people in the Cangyun Continent who dared to call himself a deity, he immediately realized the connotation, and hurriedly said, "Do you know Feng Zhentian? The other party is Feng Zhentian, and this seat can't tell him to do anything. ”

"Who? Feng Zhentian? A guy who has been fighting with hatred for hundreds of years? Ling Kun's face was a little delicate, and there was an expression on his beautiful face that was difficult to describe what kind of emotion it was, "He's not dead?" ”

Feng Junxi: "......"

At this moment, Feng Junxi's heart shattered to the ground.

I always thought that even if I wasn't one of the best people in the world, I was a strong man in the upper echelons of the pyramid.

But one day.

It's today.

He suddenly found that he didn't know how many powers around him who didn't know how many years he had lived, all of them were enough to be comparable to hatred, and he was instantly turned into scum in seconds, what should I do?

Feng Junxi quickly cleaned up his mood: "Yes, he is not dead, he is waiting for you in the ancestral hall." ”

Ling Kun restrained all his emotions.

He raised his eyes to look in the direction that Feng Junxi was pointing, and the yin qi turned into a thin line and shot towards the ancestral hall, the speed was as fast as thunder.

Just as they reached the top of the ancestral hall, a force struck out from the ancestral hall, shattering the sinister aura.

Feng Zhentian's lazy voice came from the ancestral hall: "Beauty Ling Kun? Come and let me see, you're still not as beautiful as you were back then? ”

Ling Kun chuckled, with an indescribable charm in his voice: "Do you still want to touch my breasts like you did back then?" ”

Feng Zhentian sighed lightly: "Didn't you think you were a beautiful lady back then?" If you touch it, you touch it, what, do you want me to be responsible? ”

Celestial Phoenix Clan: "......"

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