When I opened my eyes in a daze, the scene in front of me was as familiar as in a dream, or was this a fantasy after death? So my favorite place is still the place where I have lived the longest......

"Zhenbei Sinner Feng Qianmo!"

Feng Qianmo's eyes opened suddenly, and the sudden strong light shone into his eyes, and his eyes stinged suddenly, but he still immediately turned over and propped himself up, but his body was weak and fell back again.

The voice was cold and unforgiving, and the mechanical one repeated again:

"Zhenbei criminal minister Feng Qianmo, listen to the order!"

This deep voice seemed to inject strength into Feng Qianmo, and the young man on the bed turned his body violently, knelt on one knee, and held his hands in front of him:

"Feng Qianmo, here!"

At the door, the three masters of Wanjun Mountain stood solemnly.

In the middle, the lord of Wanjun Mountain, the chief worshipper of Zhenbei Wangfu, one of the four great masters of the Dongcang Dynasty, the master of the artifact coiling dragon spear, and the great master of the incarnation realm, Liu Shanling.

Liu Shanling is on the left hand, holding a feather fan, a gentle gentleman, and Wan Junshan is the second master of Han.

On the right hand side of Liu Shanling, the third master of Wanjun Mountain, the urgent judge of the Zhenbei Palace, the master of the artifact Heavenly Sword, and the grandmaster of the Divine Rise Realm, Bai Lingjun.

Liu Shanling's face was cold, his face did not change, and his voice was like ice:

"The criminal minister Feng Qianmo, shielding the assassins of the National Teacher's Mansion, pawning the Liumu Order without authorization, and ruining the reputation of Wanjun Mountain, are you guilty?!"

Outside the door, the rising sun shines brightly, and the three masters at the door are tall and majestic.

Feng Qianmo bit his pale lip and hung his head deeper:

"Feng Qianmo, confess!"

"If you know the crime, the crime will be added to the first degree, according to the order of the Zhenbei Wangfu, Feng Qianmo will be grounded in Wanjun Mountain for the rest of his life, and he will not be allowed to step out of the boundary of Wanjun Mountain!

Liu Shanling stood with his hands in his hands, his voice was like a bell, and the other two masters also looked solemn, how could they still have the slightest affinity.

Yesterday they were all Feng Qianmo's relatives, and today, they are just judges of the Zhenbei Palace.

Feng Qianmo raised his head:

"I ......"

Liu Shanling glared angrily:

"Shut up! Do you know that you are a capital crime? You will be grounded for life, and there will be no room for mediation!"

Feng Qianmo shook his head, his face full of bitterness:

"If you are grounded in the Zhenbei Wangfu for life, and you don't hear anything outside the window, Feng Qianmo can only be a walking corpse, how is it different from death?

Liu Shanling slapped Feng Qianmo to the ground, and he hated that iron could not become steel:

"And you're going to die now?!"

Feng Qianmo wiped the corners of his mouth, stubbornly got up, returned to his original posture, and said firmly:

"Qianmo wants to know why he is in Wanjun Mountain, but he knows the news of Qianmo from Qiushui Town, is she okay?"

How could Liu Shanling answer? So the black face turned around and brushed his sleeves away, Bai Lingjun glanced at Feng Qianmo who was kneeling on the ground, didn't say much, and left.

Han Yuli came to Feng Qianmo's side and patted him lightly on the shoulder, still in a gentle voice, but without much emotion:

"You cut off your divine veins with a peep at the star realm, and you hung your life, but you have suffered a lot of damage, pay attention to recuperation recently, don't think too much. ”

Feng Qianmo raised his head and shouted to the second master, Han Yuli did not stop, and turned around and left.

The door closed, and the room was darkened.

Feng Qianmo was stunned, relieved himself, took a deep breath, forcibly held back all kinds of complex emotions in his heart, propped himself up, and sat down cross-legged on the spot to breathe again.

Self-cutting the divine vein, the same trick of poison control learned from Feng Qingtong, it is this trick that pulled the three masters back from the ghost gate.

Regarding the drawbacks of this method, that is, the matter of falling into the realm, the three masters fell from the middle stage of the Divine Rise to the early stage of the Divine Rise, and only fell to the realm once, and it was only a temporary decline, and for Feng Qianmo, the situation did not seem to be so optimistic. After all, in comparison, Feng Qianmo's realm is too low, and he fell from the Peering Star Realm to three realms in a row, and directly fell to the early stage of the product.

Now Feng Qianmo's body is full of aura and sword intent, not to mention how long it will take to recover the realm, it is difficult to say whether he Feng Qianmo can recover to the stargazing realm in this life. Self-cutting the Shenque vein is a secret method that has a lot of damage to the meridians, and Feng Qianmo is a master who is close to the end of the meridians, and the aura is not running smoothly, and the Zhou Tian who walks is also very different from ordinary cultivators, and the damage may be greater.

But in the final analysis, this secret method is still the key to him daring to swallow that poison directly to solve his urgent needs.

Entering the ...... Now that Feng Qianmo has a very light view of the realm, it is good to be higher, but it is okay to be lower. Feng Qianmo's way, the same realm can be cut, crossing the border with a sword to divide life and death - life and death, there is no room for victory or defeat.

Conditioning his breath, Feng Qianmo gradually calmed down and slowly sorted out what might happen......

"Mo...... Thorn, didn't kill me. "Facing an opponent who is not weak to Feng Qianmo, everything is still under control, but when the wooden sword really hangs in front of Feng Moyu's forehead, all the previous calculations have lost their meaning. In other words, there is no calculation, there is not even a gambling component, just a blank space, just on order.

In the end, she didn't do anything......

Compared with Feng Qianmo's previous plan to end up where all the two of them died there, the current situation seems to be just the opposite, and both of them are alive.

Then how did they return to Wanjun Mountain? They were discovered by the Cultivator's Mansion of Qishan County? They didn't know their identity, how could they have the authority to go directly to Wanjun Mountain? Where did they go after that? How did the Zhenbei Wangfu know about the fact that they had been in exile with the Thorns? Through the Qiushui Sect? Or did they not do a good job somewhere, and were they discovered by the secret outpost of the Zhenbei Wangfu in the territory under their jurisdiction?

......

I can't stay here all the time, there are still too many things to figure out, I must go out! Feng Qianmo took a strong breath and tried to recover his state. For some reason, deep down, he was very uneasy, very uneasy.

......

After a day of pranayama, Feng Qianmo finally completely stabilized his realm in the early stage of entering the realm. In terms of realm, it is much weaker than Feng Qianmo when he was a fledgling, but in fact, even if he doesn't have that peachwood sword in his hand now, Feng Qianmo at this time is still much more than at that time.

It's just that I've grown so much, especially in my state of mind, and only I know the bitterness.

Outside the door, the guard's sentry realm is not low, and they take a nap from time to time. The moment he squinted, a black shadow followed the cold wind that suddenly rose in the night sky, and pulled out the distance of several courtyards with a few ups and downs on the eaves.

The various mansions in Wanjun Mountain, the structure of the formation, and the places where the characters of the realm live must not be alarmed, and Feng Qianmo is absolutely clear. But he still held his breath, the pores of his whole body seemed to shrink, and he could even hear his heartbeat clearly in the cold wind.

Home is no longer home, and he knows better than anyone how many powerful people and things are hidden here. The hope of his escape was slim to the point that he was almost non-existent - but he had to get out, even if it ended in death. The growing uneasiness in his heart seemed to tell him that if he didn't escape tonight, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"The boundary of residence is almost there!"

Crossing a high wall in the outermost part, Feng Qianmo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But his eyes quickly regained their weight. In front of him was an outer protective forest full of secret sentinels. The formation in the forest will not be missing at all; the secret whistle in the forest, he does not know very well, and the secret whistle is agile and changeable, and the mobility and vigilance are extremely strong, and it is much more difficult for him to cross this forest than to go out of the residential area.

Feng Qianmo continued to regulate his breath behind a small dirt slope outside the high wall, what he didn't know was that there were two pairs of eyes that were actually watching all his movements from afar.

The crescent moon was bright and dim, and the two figures stood on the cornices of the tall building in the cold wind, their bodies were tall, standing around their chests, and the hems of their clothes danced in the wind.

"Xiao Qianmo did a good job. A gentle voice sounded, and the cold and solemn atmosphere of the cold night was dissolved at once.

"You can see it. The tone of the taller black shadow was not good, and the mood was also in the tone.

"Why do you have to do it, big brother, so hard to act?"

"There's no way I'm going to let him go tonight. Liu Shanling didn't care about the jokes of the men next to him, and his voice was still indifferent.

The Korean standing fan is rarely inserted at random on the waist, but there is no nondescript feeling, it is still elegant and natural, and it has a little more chic. He gave up learning Liu Shanling's arms around his chest, stretched his waist, and his voice became cold:

"And now?"

After a long time, Liu Shanling saw that the black shadow had finished pranayama and had already gotten up.

He looked at the back of the figure, and his tone was indifferent:

"I'm waiting for him to come back. ”

Liu Shanling's waist was the wooden sword that was left behind, and in the wooden sword, the sword qi could not be sonorous.

......

"Stealth is not my forte, win with speed! fast! faster! fast!"

Faster than a bird, faster than a wind, faster than light and shadow! A figure suddenly plunged into the forest, and Feng Qianmo avoided the formations and dark whistles he knew, and hurried forward!

The body seemed to be torn apart, and without enough strong spiritual power to protect the body, Feng Qianmo seemed to be tearing himself to pieces at any time like in Qiushui Town.

But he gritted his teeth, and just kept telling himself to be faster! To go faster! He didn't know how long he could hold on like this, but he knew that he only had this one chance! He couldn't turn back, he couldn't succeed this time, and he would really be trapped and die in the Ten Thousand Armies Mountain in this life! He still had things to do, and people he had to see again!

"There is a situation!"

"Enemy attack!"

A wind passed through the forest and disappeared in an instant, but the spiritual power fluctuations could not be fully hidden, and soon some people were alarmed. But those voices were all left behind by Feng Qianmo, and he couldn't hear the distant sound behind him, only the sound of the wind in his ears. At this moment, he is the fastest wind in the forest, and he is the king of the wind in the forest!

Everywhere they passed, the wind elementals were briefly extracted, and they heard the order to help their emperor fly out of the mountain forest!

"Stop. ”

That voice, like a thunderclap, blasted Feng Qianmo out of the realm of forgetting things and me. At this time, it was basically the fastest speed that Feng Qianmo could bear, and the young man's body already had a torn wound.

Even if it is the emperor, he can no longer feel the slightest agitation of the wind element at this moment. Entering the product realm is just entering the product realm, and in front of the wind attribute powerhouse who can really be called a grandmaster, everything is illusory.

A large knife stood in front of him, reflecting the not-so-bright moonlight. A burly figure held a huge knife in his hand, cutting off all hope for Feng Qianmo. At this moment, all the wind and spiritual power around him must obey his orders.

Feng Qianmo raised his head and pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly - it turned out that he had already taken precautions. I can't hide everything from myself.

Spit out a breath of turbidity, Feng Qianmo smiled brightly:

"Three masters, please advise!"

Fingertips, sword qi swirling.