Spirit Vessel - Chapter 845

[Chapter 845 Floating Sky Collection]

Meng Taiyue looked for an opportunity to release Feng Feiyun from the beast bag, and then entered the Floating Sky Center with the monks of the Meng family. From the beginning to the end, he never said a word to Feng Feiyun. Feng Feiyun had already risked his life by taking him out of the Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range. Once the monk of the Meng family saw him bring a stranger into the ore transport team, his fate would be tragic.

Feng Feiyun’s cultivation base has recovered more than half, and his injuries are almost recovered. He is not in a hurry to leave here, and stands outside the Floating Sky Set for a long time.

I saw that there were Hong beasts constantly pulling ore back from the distant mountains, and the Hong beast, the envoy of Mengtaiyue, was only one of the carts.

“This dream family is really amazing. They even raised twelve Hong Beasts and pulled back twelve cartons of ore at one time. Each cart of ores is as big as a hill. It is a powerful family. There should be strong forces in this area.” Feng Feiyun touched his chin slightly.

Feng Feiyun and Taiwei were thrown out of the space storm at the same time. He guessed that Taiwei should also be thrown into the vicinity of this area, and he must find her before she leaves this piece of land. Otherwise, let her leave this land, the Sixth Central Dynasty is huge and boundless, and it is difficult to find her again.

Maybe you can use the power of the dreamer.

The Meng family is one of the top families in “Jiyu”, which has been passed down for more than 80,000 years and has a very strong heritage. The Immortal Sect forces at the level of Senluo Hall, Meng Jia can suppress by shooting a family general at will.

On this piece of land in Jiyu, there are countless families, blessed land, immortal cities, and caves. Many forces are stronger than the Palace of Gods, and there are even some ancient religions that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, which can easily destroy the gods. palace.

The north-south span of the “Jiyu” is about a “fairy jump”, which is 90 million miles, and the geographical area is about 10,000 times that of the Shenjin Dynasty.

As for the “Jiyu”, few people know where it is in the Sixth Central Dynasty. These monks only know that there are “Fire”, “Tiger” and so on next to the “Jiyu”.

Even the ninth-level cultivators of the Destiny are rarely able to go out of one domain, and know very little about other domains, because one domain is already boundless.

Feng Feiyun was thrown out by the space storm, and the mountain range he reached was called the “Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range”.

The Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range is located in the west of Jiyu. It is a large mountain range of tens of thousands of miles. It is rich in resources. There are countless spirit beasts gathering, hiding spirit mountains and spirit medicines. .

Mengjia has more than ten mining areas in the Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range. On that day, Feng Feiyun happened to meet one of the teams that transported ore. Otherwise, with his seriously injured body, he would probably be killed by the powerful spirit beasts inside. Attack to death.

This is the news that Feng Feiyun has heard at Futianji in the past two days.

“It is indeed the sixth central dynasty of mankind, but it is more prosperous and stronger than I imagined. Just one domain has given birth to ancient religions that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years.” Feng Feiyun sat on a jade floating above the sky. Above the pavilion, dressed in neat white Confucian robes, handsome and free and easy, with red eyes, he tasted the meat of the spirit beasts and the peach stuffed here.

These things are extremely precious table spirits in the Shenjin Dynasty, but here they are the most common food and drink.

Just a mountain range of Hundred Tribulations stretches for thousands of miles, and it is as difficult as reaching the sky to find Taiwei with one’s own strength.

“A piece of dragon spirit stone was cut out from the ore garden of the Li family, which caused a sensation in the Futianji. The Li family has already had a master to escort the dragon spirit stone back to the family.”

“This time, the treasure hunter of the Li family will definitely be rewarded handsomely.”

“Mengjia’s Meng Xingchen has recently refined a ninth-grade spiritual tool, becoming the twelfth ninth-grade spiritual tool of Jiyu. It is worthy of being the first master of Jiyu. From now on, Mengjia will be in Jiyu. The status has to climb another level.”

“I have also heard about this. The Meng family has been preparing for this ninth-grade spirit tool for many years. The materials consumed are astronomical. The joint efforts of dozens of generations have finally completed this feat in this generation.”

Feng Feiyun heard a lot of information on top of this Jade Pavilion.

Wentian City is located on the edge of the Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range. Many monks come here, and then enter the Hundred Tribulations Mountain Range for adventure and experience. The population is extremely mobile.

“Hmph! A group of ignorant people, do you really think Meng Xingchen can make a ninth-grade spiritual weapon?” At the window of the Yu Pavilion, a young man in purple swayed his folding fan gently, with a shaky temperament on his body.

His voice was a little crisp, not a hint of roughness that a man should have, but a bit of femininity.

Feng Feiyun couldn’t help staring at the purple-clothed son. He was not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was well dressed, neither too flashy nor too plain, and his hair was neatly combed. , each one is not messy.

It was difficult to see his face clearly, as if he was covered with a light layer of fog, but he couldn’t see this layer of fog, giving people a feeling of being real but illusory.

Feng Feiyun didn’t even bother to look at it with his phoenix eyes. This would be very disrespectful to the other party’s performance and would anger the other party.

However, Feng Feiyun saw his hand. It was a very white and delicate hand. Every finger was extremely slender and soft, like it was carved from immortal jade. Even the nails were repaired to be crystal clear.

A man with such beautiful hands, Feng Feiyun only knew one Long Qingyang.

But obviously this is definitely not Long Qingyang’s type of person, so there is only one explanation.

Feng Feiyun withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her. Just when Feng Feiyun was about to leave, the entrance to the Jade Pavilion was blocked. A group of monks filed in and came up. The leader was wearing bronze armor and said: “I heard that some people dare to doubt the authenticity of our Meng Family’s 9th-grade spiritual tool. If you have the guts, stand up for yourself!”

The group of monks who walked in all had tokens with the word “Dream” hanging on their waists, and Meng Taiyue was among them, but he followed behind the Mengjia monks, his face was very calm, and there was not much emotion.

Obviously, this group of monks from Mengjia was downstairs. When they heard that someone above dared to provoke Mengjia, they walked up together and wanted to teach the provocateur a lesson.

“It’s an old man of the Meng family, Mengmu Jingjing, I heard that he has experienced a Nirvana of life and death, and has been stationed in Wentian City for 800 years.”

“It’s already considered the top ten among the strong men stationed by the Meng family in Wentiancheng. That young man is going to be unlucky.”

“Mengjia has a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, and has become one of the top forces in Jiyu. Now that he is showing his edge, who will provoke them? Isn’t that courting death?”

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There are many monks in the Jade Pavilion, but they are not panicked, because no monks dare to fight at will in Futianji, otherwise they will be obliterated by the strong Xianmen stationed here.

The young man in purple gave a disdainful smile, shook the folding fan lightly, and said, “Mengjia didn’t have the ability to make a ninth-grade spirit weapon, but he just hugged the thigh of Jiuxiao Xiancheng. Meng Xingchen married his daughter. The young city master of Jiuxiao Xiancheng was the concubine, and only then got the help of Jiuxiao Xiancheng, and successfully cultivated a ninth-grade spirit tool. To be honest, a daughter still has a ninth-grade spirit tool, Mengjia really made a lot of money.”

The monks of the Meng family were all angry, and a white edge emanated from Meng Mujing’s body, and said coldly, “Miss Meng Lingyan and the young master of Jiuxiao Xiancheng are in love, but you said it so unbearably. , This is clearly deliberately slandering the reputation of our Meng family. Do you dare to fight with me on the battlefield of the secret realm?”

“Yes! A battle of life and death!”

The monks of the Meng family were very angry.

Meng Taiyue, who followed behind the Mengjia cultivator, had a calm face, a bit of loneliness in his pupils, and some shame. He didn’t refute Ziyi’s words, because what others said was the truth.

“No need! You all have to die for disturbing this young master’s drinking, Yaxing.”

The purple-clothed son was still sitting there, his delicate and fair hands waved the folding fan, and with a wave toward the void behind him, a tiny spot of light flew out, pulling out gaps in the space.

No one could see exactly what he was hitting.

“Puff puff……”

When those light spots were retracted on the folding fan again, the monks of the Meng family were already dead, and they all fell to the ground.

The entire jade pavilion was extremely quiet, only the sound of more than a dozen monks bleeding was heard, and everyone was shocked to the point of petrification.

“Susu!”

The bodies of the more than ten Mengjia cultivators began to evaporate, turning into streaks of white smoke, and finally disappeared completely, as if they had never been to this jade pavilion.

The purple-robed gentleman let out a light hum in his lips. He glanced at Feng Feiyun, who was beside him. His eyes were sharp and his voice was sweet. He said, “You are quite fast.”

“It’s okay!” Feng Feiyun was very calm, smiled, and put down Meng Taiyue.

At the moment when Young Master Ziyi shot to kill, Feng Feiyun rescued Meng Taiyue at lightning speed.

“If you stop me from killing people, I will kill you together!” Young Master Ziyi obviously has a lot of background, and he does not allow anyone to be offended. Even a slight offense will be ruthlessly obliterated by him.

Just like the group of monks from the dream home just now.

Feng Feiyun was not overwhelmed by the other party’s aura, he was still very calm, and said, “He didn’t offend you just now, he shouldn’t have died.”

“I’m offended at this moment!” Ziyi Gongzi said.

“He’s a half-demon, and killing him will get your hands dirty.” Feng Feiyun said.

Hearing the word “half-demon”, Mr. Ziyi wrinkled his slender eyebrows slightly, scratched Qiong’s nose in his slender hands, and said, “It turned out to be just a humble half-demon, if you kill it, your hands are really dirty. . But you offended me just now, and you must die.”

“I’m also a half-demon.” Feng Feiyun said.

Ziyi Gongzi frowned even more, shook his head, and said, “Today is really unlucky.” Then, he walked out of the jade pavilion and left the place that made him feel very unlucky.

Why does Young Master Ziyi feel that killing a half-demon is very dirty?

It’s like asking an emperor to kill a prisoner of a rapist with his own hands. This is really a very dirty thing for a noble emperor.

The status of a half-demon is not as good as that of a prisoner of rape.

For a person with a high self-confidence and a high status like Ziyi’s son, killing a half-demon would be a loss of identity, and being too close to a half-demon would feel very unlucky.