Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1032

[Chapter 1032 Talking and Murdering]

This is an immortal palace suspended above the moon, Qionglou Yuyu, cranes flying, Meiji flying in the sky, painting buildings one by one, slowly closing your eyes, you can hear the silk and bamboo singing coming from the immortal palace.

Some powerful monks rode spirit beasts and flew here, their laughter echoed in the void, then entered the fairy palace, and disappeared between the palaces and jade towers.

“What place is this?” Xuanyuan frowned slightly.

Feng Feiyun touched his chin and said with a smile, “A place to talk about love.”

“Why are only male monks going in?”

Feng Feiyun said with a smile: “Because there will be female monks, some can sing and dance, some are unparalleled in talent, some are beautiful, and some are extremely cultivated, and they are guaranteed to satisfy every monk who comes here.”

“You brought me to the brothel?” Xuanyuan said one by one.

Feng Feiyun said: “Don’t say it so vulgarly, the women here are all showy and not selling themselves. Of course, if you have a high enough cultivation base and a large enough backstage, you can buy everything here. The eighth son is now In this cave of flowers, shall we meet him?”

Feng Feiyun took Xuanyuan one by one and entered this immortal palace on the moon.

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On a hanging spiritual island in the fairy palace on the moon, the eighth son was sitting in the center, accompanied by many beautiful women. He was surrounded by flowers, but his face was not very good-looking.

A man in flame armor came over, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said solemnly: “Every cultivator who saw what happened today has been executed, and no one will be left, except…except…the Battlefield Palace.”

“Don’t worry about the Battlefield Jue Mansion, the Tianshou scholar can manage it once, but not the second time. I think he won’t fight with our God Tian Jue Mansion just because of a person-ranked county master.” The eighth son said coldly.

The sixth son of Xilingjing, Fang Tongdao, said sternly: “Since the witnesses at that time are all dead, then there is no evidence of death, we will now go to Tiantianfu to inquire about the guilt, not afraid that their ancestors of Yehongjing will not take the two counties. The master handed it over, hehe! I heard that the cultivation of these two county masters has reached the sixth level of Nirvana. The eighth son has replenished their Yuan Yin, and their cultivation will definitely be improved to a higher level.”

The eighth son sneered!

An old man rushed over, bowed to the eighth son, and said, “I saw that kid in Ye Hongjing just now.”

“Which kid?” The eighth son was in a bad mood today, especially when he heard the words “Ye Hongjing”.

“It’s the kid who killed Mr. Wu today.”

“Okay! It’s just right, and he actually took the initiative to send it to the door. Today is his death.” The eighth son laughed.

The old man also gave a gloomy smile and said, “Not only that, there is also a woman with a fairy-like appearance next to that kid, who is extremely beautiful.”

“Better than the seven princesses in Ye Hongjing?” The eighth prince immediately became interested.

The old man said: “It’s more than that, it’s like a fairy descending to earth.”

The eighth son couldn’t wait any longer, he quickly opened his eyesight, searched in the fairy palace, and soon found the traces of Feng Feiyun and Xuanyuan one by one.

When he saw Xuanyuan Yiyi, his blood flowed suddenly. He had never seen such a beautiful and holy woman before, and all the women he had slept with before were not as beautiful as one finger of this woman.

Could this be a gift from God?

“Let’s go, I’m going to meet this beauty in person for a while. I didn’t expect the Sixth Central Dynasty to have such a beauty besides Fairy Nine Heavens.”

The eighth son was extremely excited, and was attracted by Xuanyuan Yiyi’s beauty and became restless.

Feng Feiyun sat on the jade chair, picked up a bronze-colored wine jug, and went to fill Xuanyuan with wine one by one, as if he had not seen the arrival of the eighth prince.

“Boy, this place already belongs to the eighth son, you can get out.” A bald man came over and knocked the jug out of Feng Feiyun’s hand with one palm, splashing the wine all over the table.

Feng Feiyun smiled slowly and said: “Well then! One by one, let’s go somewhere else.”

“Wait!” The bald man raised his nostrils and sneered: “I’m telling you to get out, this beautiful young lady has to stay with our eighth son.”

Feng Feiyun laughed and said, “I’m afraid this beautiful young lady doesn’t take your eighth son in the eye.”

“Ha ha!”

All the monks laughed and stared at Feng Feiyun as if they were laughing at an idiot.

“There is no woman in the entire sixth central dynasty that our eighth son can’t get, boy, you’d better get away obediently, or you will die later.”

“Bang!”

The bald-headed man flew out directly, vomited blood, slammed into a wall, and passed out.

Xuanyuan Yiyi was still sitting there, with Xianxia lingering on his body, snow-white body, and the saintess facing the dust, and said lightly: “I have never killed anyone, don’t force me to make an exception today.”

“Okay! I like this kind of woman with character.” The Eighth Prince came over, one hand like a phantom, reaching towards Xuanyuan’s waist.

This is a kind of handprint, seemingly illusory, very clever.

The cultivation of this eighth prince is not weak.

Feng Feiyun smiled slightly, knowing that this eighth prince was going to be unlucky, and he dared to molest the Shuiyue Saint. Isn’t this courting death?

I just don’t know if Xuanyuan Yiyi will really kill him. If she can’t be ruthless, only Feng Feiyun will do it for her.

“Wow!”

Before the eighth son’s hand touched Xuanyuan Yiyi’s clothes, his arm was cut off by a sword energy, and half of his arm flew out, blood dripping from his wrist.

The eighth son let out a scream like killing a pig, “Stinky bitch, dare to break my arm…”

Xuanyuan Yiyi also raised his anger, the ancient sword flew out again, bombarded the eighth son’s chest, and directly blasted the eighth son out.

She didn’t kill her, she just abolished the cultivation of the eighth son!

Feng Feiyun sat opposite her and shook his head secretly.

The eighth son must die!

Feng Feiyun saw the opportunity, and just as Xuanyuan smashed the eighth son one by one, he immediately used the power of the “Tribulation and Destruction of Ten Thousand Paths”, and a death catastrophe slammed into the eighth son’s body and completely cut him off. ‘s vitality.

“It’s cheap for you!” Feng Feiyun thought in his heart.

“Bang!”

The eighth son rolled to the ground, blood all over his body, motionless.

The monks in the Eighth Prince’s Mansion were all frightened. Who would have expected that someone would dare to be so cruel to the Eighth Prince. If the Eighth Prince was injured, they would be in bad luck.

A female cultivator rushed up to help the eighth son up from the ground, her face changed greatly, and she said in a trembling voice: “Eight… eight… eighth son, dead…”

“boom!”

Everyone was in a cold sweat, oh my god! This woman actually killed the eighth son.

Xuanyuan Yiyi was a little surprised, and stared at Feng Feiyun, who was facing him.

“Death! You must die! Break this murderer into tens of thousands of pieces, and use her life to pay homage to the soul of the eighth son.”

All the cultivators slaughtered towards Xuanyuan one by one, and all kinds of power and supernatural powers were slammed down, causing the entire Asgard to tremble, and many palaces collapsed and turned into ruins.

“Boom!”

The power vibrated one after another, and a sage of feathering sacrificed a tenth-grade spiritual weapon and slammed it down.

Xuanyuan Yiyi did not change color at all, slowly closed his eyes, and used his heart to control the sword.

“puff!”

“puff!”

Every time the sword qi flew out, a monk fell to the ground. He didn’t die, but his cultivation base was abolished.

But these cultivators who fell to the ground never got up again, and they really died very soon, inexplicably.

Feng Feiyun was still drinking his own wine. At this time, someone shot him, and a lightning bolt hit him between the eyebrows.

Feng Feiyun just pointed a finger at random, and the lightning bolt flew out. Pfft, the cultivator who shot Feng Feiyun was torn apart, and his flesh and blood flew.

“It’s all this half-demon who caused the trouble, kill him!”

A feathered sage in flaming armor attacked Feng Feiyun, full of rage and anger.

The corner of Feng Feiyun’s mouth twitched slightly, pressing down the “Qiankun Palm Printed Heaven and Earth”, directly killing the cultivator of the first peak of feathering, turning it into a mass of blood and mud on the ground.

Those monks in the Western Spirit Realm wanted to escape, but were blocked by Feng Feiyun.

“Sixth son, where is this going?” Feng Feiyun gently scratched his nose.

The expressions of Fang Tongdao and the monks in the Western Spirit Realm changed.

“Feng Feiyun, you killed the eighth son of God Tianjue Mansion, and his death is not far away.” Fang Tongdao said coldly.

Feng Feiyun smiled and said, “I think the eighth son is more than worthy of death. In other words, you really don’t know who that beautiful beauty is? You won’t be so ignorant that you don’t even know Saintess Shuiyue, right?”

“What? Shuiyue Saintess.”

The faces of those monks in the Western Spirit Realm became even paler.

The woman whom the eighth prince molested turned out to be Saintess of Shuiyue, my God! What did all this do?

There is a saying that a mountain is still a mountain high. Although the Mansion of God and Heaven is very powerful, the Shuiyuetianjing may not take it seriously.

The eighth son actually molested the saintess of the Shuiyuetianjing, what a shame!

“You…you are deliberately plotting against the eighth son…you intentionally…” Fang Tongdao clenched his teeth tightly, trembling all over his body, and almost fell to his knees in fright.

“Humph! You are also deliberately calculating the seventh princess, or else why would the eighth prince choose her?” Feng Feiyun shook his head, looking like he hated iron for not being steel, and said, “The next time you are calculating people, , remember to be smart, no, there is no next time. Now you can go and understand ghosts.”

“Fight him.”

The monks in the Western Spirit Realm shot at the same time, and all kinds of spiritual tools and magical powers were smashed towards Feng Feiyun, and a large piece of spiritual light rushed over, which was able to send a piece of the earth flying.

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