Dressed in a plain robe, the faint aroma that lingers around the body is a unique blend of tea and sandalwood.

Mountain Protector Divine King.

With a flick of his sleeve, he blocked all the blades. With another wave, those swords, guns, swords, halberds, and dense ice edges seemed to suddenly lose their strength, and they all slipped from the hands of the heavenly soldiers, and fell on the glazed tiles with a crisp sound, crackling. Some axes were too heavy and smashed on the glazed tiles, and with a bang, the glazed tiles were smashed into pieces.

The heavenly soldiers were all stunned when they saw him, and the immortal officials watching below were also stunned.

"Mountain Protector, what are you doing here? Shielding the Feng Clan, you are not afraid of being seen as an accomplice?" Ziyun was furious.

Ignoring him, Sango turned and walked over to Forgotten Dust, holding her back, casting a spell to crush her wounds and transform her back into human form.

Ziyun scolded the heavenly soldiers and ordered them not to care about the mountain protection, and to catch Feng Ling. The Heavenly Soldier hesitated a little, waited for a while, and saw that the Heavenly Monarch did not come forward, as if he had acquiesced to the order of the Purple Cloud Divine Monarch, and then picked up the sharp weapon and swung it in the direction of Forgotten Dust.

Because they were afraid of the Mountain Protector, they had to give up close combat. The overwhelming ice edges and sharp arrows with a piercing whistling sound, wrapped in a force even more fierce than before, stabbed at Forgotten Dust and Mountain Protection.

Forget Dust pushed the mountain guard hard, trying to get him out of here. The moment he blocked it just now had already consumed a lot of spiritual power from the mountain guard, and if those ice edges and sharp arrows were endless, it would not be a way sooner or later.

Sure enough, when the mountain guard waved his sleeves again to block this group of attacks, the ambushed heavenly soldiers shot sharp arrows at his back, without giving him a chance to react, and the sharp arrows pierced straight into his shoulders, and his plain clothes were turned into an ugly scarlet. Forget Chen stumbled to his side, opening his mouth wide to scream, but he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Sharp arrows kept hitting them, and one of them hit the piece of agate ornamental jade that was lying on the dust, and the whole piece slipped off the top of the gold. Forget Chen was startled, and hurriedly grabbed the bulging gem on the other side, but the blood in the palm of his hand was very slippery, and as soon as he grabbed the gem, he slid straight down.

The agate ornamental jade that was originally under the body of Forget Chen had fallen to the ground, and the golden top was very high, and it became powder almost immediately when it fell. If a person falls from this, it is estimated that he will be able to fall out of his soul and scatter.

The blood in the palm of his hand "snapped" and fell on Forget Chen's face, and Forget Chen's body slid down a few more points, crumbling on the edge of the golden top. The mountain guard was still trying his best to block the sharp arrows and ice edges that came to his face, and he couldn't take care of the defense when he saw this, so he went over to forget the dust first.

As soon as she was pulled up, an ice edge hit the back of Forgotten Dust's head, the speed was as fast as lightning, and there was no time to dodge, and the mountain guard pulled Forget Dust down, subconsciously protecting Forget Dust in his arms. The ice ridge grazed the corner of Yamago's forehead and exploded, and a bloody cut was instantly cut on Yamago's forehead.

Seeing more and more ice edges coming towards them—

"Stop fighting, stop!"

An extremely penetrating voice came, and then, Bai Youxian and Hong Xishang Immortal rushed down breathlessly. It was probably led by Feng Ming.

"Tell them to stop!" Bai Youxian didn't stop for a moment, rushed to the front of the Purple Cloud Divine Monarch, flew up and kicked him in the stomach, kicked him to the ground, and then grabbed him by the neck again.

Since the last time he made a big fuss in Yunyan Mansion and had a fight with Ziyun Shenjun, Bai Youxian deliberately kept his nails and cut them into sharp triangles, just for the day he fought him again.

The nails were deeply embedded in the neck of the Purple Cloud Divine Monarch, cutting through the flesh and blood, oozing blood, and the blood seeped into the white nails, and the dyed nails were red.

Women and men who dare to touch her?

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I pinched it, the tighter and tighter it became, but these colors were not bright enough. Compared to the damage suffered by Yamago and Forgotten Dust, how can this little red be.

Ziyun Shenjun is not easy to mess with, he is about to wave Bai Youxian away, Bai Youxian simply grabbed Ziyun's neck, lifted it up, and then smashed it to the ground. When she fished in the North Sea, she used this method to put struggling fish to death.

Under the sharp nails, the blood flowed profusely. Ziyun Shenjun gasped in pain, and the immortal officials in the hall saw this scene, and their hairs stood on end.

Probably for the sake of the face of the Heavenly Family, the Heavenly Monarch finally came forward to stop Bai Youxian and also stopped a group of heavenly soldiers.

"Do you know who she is?" asked Tianjun, whose face turned ugly, as he stared at the mountain guard and whispered.

"I'm just afraid that the Heavenly Monarch doesn't know. Yamago replied coldly.

"Yamago!" Ziyun was dissatisfied with Yamago's attitude, and before he could put down the hand touching his neck, he said angrily, "What do you mean by this?"

Shan Hu didn't look at Ziyun, but glanced at the group of immortal officials lightly: "If I remember correctly, the case of the Feng clan has been handed over to Siwen Xingjun for retrial. According to the laws of the Celestial Clan, the person involved shall not be disposed of during the retrial of the case. Siwen Xingjun, what I said is true?"

Hearing the mountain guard call Siwen Xingjun, Hongxi's tense heart couldn't help but relax.

Si Wen Xingjun came out of the crowd and thought for a while before saying, "That's right, every sentence is true." The Feng family's case has indeed been submitted for retrial. Before the final result is down, the Celestial Clan has no right to sanction the Feng Clan. ”

The immortal officials looked at each other, and when the case was retried, it was also in full view. These immortal officials were the same group of people as the immortal officials at that time, and they all knew the situation at that time.

"Chang Jue is now leading troops in the demon clan, in order to be able to find out the real murderer, why don't we wait a little longer, wait for Chang Jue to come back, and then make a decision. Perhaps Chang Jue has gained something this time, we have a way out, and there is always room for turnaround. Yamago said.

Tianjun's face sank, and his eyes were dark.

Seeing that Tianjun had no intention of compromising, Hongxi, who was in charge of marriage, couldn't help but worry about it, so he hurriedly answered on the side: "Feng Ling is Changju's fiancée no matter what, but in this situation, their marriage contract is still not dissolved, and the two of them can still be found on the marriage spectrum." In this way, while Chang Jue is not there, it is indeed inappropriate to deal with Feng Ling. ”

After saying that, Hong Xichong Siwen Xingjun made a color, and there was a sense of asking his opinion. Faced with such a look of adoring himself, Si Wen Xingjun always had a hard time refusing.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Si Wen Xingjun nodded seriously: "In terms of the law of marriage, this is the case. ”

Tianjun suddenly stretched out his hand and motioned for a few people not to say anything more. He stared at Wangchen for a while, and said in a low voice, "Your thoughts, Benjun knows. Benjun will not dispose of her because of her identity. ”

"Whew-" Bai Youxian couldn't help but let out a breath, and the arm holding Wangchen relaxed slightly.

Hongxi was also secretly happy in her heart, just thinking about inviting them all to the Xianghuolin Palace later, having a tea party to celebrate, and then giving Xiao Ah Ling and Chang Jue a strong red rope.

As long as you hold on until Chang Jue comes back, you should be fine.

Just as he was happy, the voice of the Heavenly Monarch sounded again-

"So...... How should the few Heavenly Soldiers who died be counted? Slaughtering my Heavenly Clan Immortal Official, such a crime, Si Wen Xingjun, tell me, how should it be sentenced?"