Chapter 615 Two Generations of Saints and Fengju

However, the man's body did not move, and the fierce arrow came to him and suddenly stopped! It was suspended in the air as if it were solidified, and an arrowhead even stuck to the tip of the man's nose. The soldiers looked stunned. The man stretched out his hand and the arrow fell to the ground. Then he waved his hand, and a strange black light flashed. The Kongyang soldiers only felt that their bodies were light, and then their eyes twisted strangely. The shoulders, the ground and the sky couldn't help turning in front of their eyes...

More than a dozen heads fell to the ground, more than a dozen torsoes were still standing, and the broken neck was even missing...

The head-named Kongyang warrior fell to the ground, looked at the terrible man in a distracted way, and then subconsciously touched his neck, as if it had not broken. He turned his head and looked around, and his lively companions were all dead, and he was the only one left.

"Retain your life, go back and tell Qi Ziyin, and say that Longyan is coming." The man said indifferently.

"Dragon Words--" The Kongyang warrior exclaimed, and strong fear surged all over his body. I'm afraid that everyone in the whole wilderness knows that this person holds the most powerful intelligence system in the wilderness - Gang Yanwei, which is a nightmare for all those who oppose Di Yao.

He shouted, turned over and stepped on a war horse, shook the reins of the horse, and ran away.

Long Yan took off his cloak and showed his thin and sered face. He looked at the group of witches coldly, and the witches also looked at him silently. For a long time, Long Yan suddenly sighed, "Should I kill you?" Or should I save you?"

"Has His Majesty Di Yao abandoned his faith in the gods?" An old witch said indifferently.

Long Yan shook his head and didn't think much. He stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it down to the witches. Suddenly, the witches' foreheads rippled, and more than a dozen dark meditation needles jumped out and flew into his hands.

He actually lifted the seal of the witches.

"You... who the hell are you?" The old witch shouted, and his face changed dramatically. "How do you know the mystery of sealing the door?"

Long Yan threw the calming needle on the ground and said lightly, "Don't talk nonsense. Be careful that I have changed my mind. You have recovered your mental strength, and there should be no problem in self-preservation. Let's go to Diqiu and join Wuxian!"

After saying that, he put on his cloak, and the ethereal figure disappeared in the snow in an instant.

"Sister," said a young witch, "he saved us, why do you still question him?"

The old witch said coldly, "Because the meditation needle is not only the secret skill of the door, but only the master above the holy level can crack it!" This person's identity is extremely suspicious.

The witches turned around and looked at it. The heavy snow slowly covered the towering Fengju Yumen and the dark figure of Longyan.

When Long Yan arrived at Fengju Yumen, it was still snowing. The snow is vast, and you can't see the ups and downs of the mountains or the outline of the road. But the two towering snow peaks are so dazzling. Thirty years ago, when he was expelled from the peak of Fengju, it seemed to be a snowy day.

"Is this just a reincarnation?" Long Yan suddenly had a surging feeling in his heart, "Is God foreshadowing that I can govern today?"

A thought was endless, and suddenly a little light shone in the snow in the long sky. Long Yan squinted his eyes and looked at it. The fire was in full bloom. Hundreds of flaming arrows rushed to his face!

Ziyin was really ready to receive.

Long Yan sneered as if he had never seen it, and continued to walk slowly. The arrows of the flames came quickly, and the hot high temperature almost ignited the surrounding air. Even the heavy snow in the air was melted and dried. The fire shadow was wrapped in white fog, poof, like a rainstorm hitting the forest leaves, and countless rockets shot on Longyan's body.

"I hit it!" Someone cheered in the heavy snow, and then there was a shock.

The flaming arrow came to Longyan's body, as if it had hit a terrible thing. The flame trembled and fell to the ground, spreading around Longyan's feet.

Long Yan's feet stepped on the arrow, floating over like a piece of goose feathers.

"Shit-throwing machine!" Someone shouted, "Give him to death!"

A few loud noises, and the snow in the long space shook again. Then a few huge stones as big as a house suddenly appeared, with the sound of the wind, hitting Long Yan. Mi Ziyin and Yao Chonghua were afraid of Di Yao's attack. They had already turned Fengju Yumen into a copper wall and iron wall, and even equipped with heavy weapons such as stone throwers.

"Look how he hides!" There are people laughing in the invisible snow.

The boulder has reached the top door of Longyan, almost completely covering his thin body. Now it is accurate, even if he has amazing magical power, he can smash into a meat pie. Unexpectedly, three feet in front of him, the huge stone suddenly trembled and suddenly turned into dust in the air, falling down, just like a rain of stone powder. The body of the stone powder stuck to Long Yan floated three feet away, and his body was spotless.

There is no sound on Fengju Yumen. Long Yan was silent, as if he didn't see it, and walked away.

"What kind of demon is this...he?" Someone was surprised and said, " Yu Jing, go and take him down!"

Listen to the sound, but it is Yu Wuji. The two agreed loudly.

"Gong Yu," Mi Ziyin's voice sounded, "This man is afraid to carry the seal of heaven!"

"What?" Yu Wuji was shocked, "Feng...Feng Tianyin?"

"That's right. In addition to the seal, what else has such a terrible defensive power?" Mi Ziyou's voice said.

Everyone stopped talking. After a long time, Yu Jing said, "Mr. Yu...Mr. Yu, are we still going to get him?"

Everyone was dumb.

Long Yan listened to the people on the mountain coldly. Suddenly, he waved his hand and shouted, "The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the snow fell back to the dust!"

When the words fell, the snow around disappeared in an instant, and the mist on the mountain also fled in panic, revealing the complete outline of Fengju Yumen. Longyan stood lonely at the foot of the mountain, but Ziyin, Yu Wuji and others stood in front of the newly built temple outside the waterfall, surrounded by dense warriors, with bows and arrows and arrow towers.

The two sides are less than fifty feet apart, which is really true.

"Long Yan!" Qi Ziyin didn't know his true identity and shouted angrily, "How dare you break into Fengju Yumen? Does your majesty really want to interfere in the battle of Wu Yu?"

"I have nothing to do with the battle with the witch." Di Yao did not order the destruction of the dragonfly, but stood half-brightly behind the witch gate like Yao Chonghua to resist the dragon gate. Long Yan did not dare to "issue" a decree for Di Yao and said lightly, "I'll get something. You put your hands together, and I turned around and left. If you don't give it, today is the time for you to become extinct.

Qi Ziyin took a deep breath and hummed, "What a big breath, just by your seal? Say, what do you want?"

"The Book of the Underworld." Long Yan said indifferently.

The faces of Mi Ziyin and Mi Ziyou changed at the same time. They looked at each other and wondered, "How does this man know the secret treasure of my door?"

He was suspicious and sneered, "The Book of the Underworld? I haven't heard of it. I don't have such a thing at the door.

"Is that right?" Long Yan said, "The underworld, the place where the soul returns, where the soul sends. Three feet of loess, 90,000 feet in the sky, each condenses one thing, called a secluded nest..."

"You shut up--" Mi Ziyin suddenly shouted loudly, and his face turned pale. "Who the hell are you? How do you know the content of the book of the underworld?

It turned out that what Long Yan had just read was the text in the book of the underworld. He gently took off his cloak, stared at the two saints with his dark eyes, and glanced at the people around him. He said, "Has the door forgotten to make a decision?"

Everyone is dull.

Although the young disciples may not know that Ziyin, Ziyou and others are naturally clear about this public case, and Yu Wuji, who is proficient in the allusions of the great wilderness, is also very clear about the dispute between the Shaoqi clan and the Shaojue in those years. Seeing that he had died for 30 years, he changed his appearance and appeared in front of them. How could everyone not be surprised?

"You... are you Shaojue?" There was a cold sweat on his forehead and he muttered.

"Hahaha--" Long Yan roared, covering up the spiritual power of 30 years suddenly burst out, and the surging power almost shrouded Fengju Yumen. Now no one doubts it. Spiritual power is the identity certificate of Wu Qi. Everyone's spiritual power is unique. No one will repeat it, especially super masters like Li Shaojue, who was a saint thirty years ago.