The reason why he was determined to invite these clan elders to help was to lead the Innate Emperor out and force the Innate Emperor to take action!

In this way, the strength of Yinkang can be preserved, and these clan elders and reincarnated great masters can also be eliminated!

These immortals are all people who forget their righteousness when they see profit and have the heart of a jackal. They will pounce on them whenever they see a little blood.

They had originally seen Feng Qingyu disappear and Fu Baochu die, and they were a little reluctant to see Feng Wuji. However, Zhong Yue only needed a few words to touch the greed in their hearts and the horror in their hearts, and let them volunteer to go out and die.

In a place outside, Zhong Yue had no means to deal with them, so he could only let them live happily. However, when he came to the outside world, Zhong Yue had a thousand ways to kill them!

"Is there any imperial-level existence in this outlying land?"

Zhong Yue thought that the clan elders just now were all powerful people at the Emperor level, just like Fu Baochu. Although their cultivation was extremely profound, they were still inferior to those of the Emperor level.

He had seen two emperor-level existences hidden here 70,000 years ago. The older generation here is familiar to him. After all, he "lived" here for sixty or seventy years.

Whether it is Fu Baozheng, Fu Baoer or Fu Baotian, he recognizes them, has seen them before, and can call them out. During the time he was a ghost, he has thoroughly studied these traitors and foreign tribes.

Back then, there were more traitors from the Fuxi God Clan and reincarnated foreign clans here, but now there are not so many, many of them have died.

After 70,000 years, it is still unknown whether the two emperors are still alive.

What he was most worried about was these two emperors, worried that his magical skills of stealing the sky and changing the sun could be hidden from them.

But so far, these two emperors have not appeared, which makes him feel relieved.

"There is another existence, Feng Changtai, the younger brother of Feng Changyang patriarch."

That scene appeared in his mind, Feng Changyang faced Feng Changtai's sword with his chest on Tianhe, and eventually died when his brother's body fell into Tianhe.

He understood the good intentions of the two brothers. Feng Changyang started killing and got his wish. He killed countless traitors of Fuxi and the reincarnated masters, and even killed two emperor-level existences to express his unyielding intentions.

Feng Changtai killed Feng Changyang and preserved the last Fuxi bloodline in the world.

Feng Changyang's death was of great strength, which is certainly worthy of admiration, but Feng Changtai is the most painful person in the world. He will remain silent in the pain of killing his brother throughout his life.

Zhong Yue calmed down and saw the young Fuxi leader coming, still unrestrained, drinking and having fun.

"I'll take you around." Zhong Yue said with a calm expression.

Feng Jikai followed him silently, and Zhong Yue seemed to be very familiar with this place. He took him to stroll around the garden, cross mountains and ridges, and soon came to a cliff.

Zhong Yue made a series of sealing techniques, and the totem texture formed by those sealing techniques was like the teeth of the key. When printed into the cliff, it was like teeth and shrapnel interlocking. It had to be tied together layer by layer to open the lock.

However, the sealing method used by Zhong Yue is countless times more complicated than the key. When these sealing methods are made, the cliff is slight shock and becomes transparent.

Feng Jikai showed a look of surprise. As the leader of the Fuxi God Clan, he didn't know that there was such a place in the world.

Zhong Yue walked towards the cliff, and he hurriedly followed, Hun Dunyu stayed outside. He saw a vast space hidden inside, and the sky was full of various insights. Countless words recorded the process of an imperial-level existence deducing the martial arts.

"This is where your father went into seclusion to deduce the Yuqing Zhouguang Xuan Sutra. You have never been here."

Zhong Yue said: "What is recorded here is his insight. He is a peerless genius. It's a pity that he did not obtain the complete Yuqing Zhouguang Xuan Sutra and failed to complete the sixth path of this technique to establish reincarnation."

Feng Ji opened silent.

Now he believed Zhong Yue's words, and he didn't even know about this place. Even if he knew, there was no corresponding seal method to untie the seal and enter here. However, Zhong Yue could easily touch it here and untie the seal.

Only that "the ghost of the future" can have this method.

Zhong Yue dispersed and stole the mysterious skills of the sky and changed his appearance, and restored his original appearance. He said seriously: "The Fuxi family of the Ancestral Star tribe, Zhong Yue of Zhongshan tribe, met the Fuxi leader who was in the world!"

Feng Jikai looked at him blankly. The young god and demon in front of him were the "ghost" his father had always called, the "ghost" from Fuxi's ancestor star!

His father was born in his later years as a traitor, and he had no friends, only a ghost left that no one could see was his father's friend and only confidant.

It's time to wait for this day.

Finally, I waited for the day my father said.

He suddenly had the urge to cry. It has been 70,000 years, and he has been waiting for 70,000 years. He has collapsed again and again, wondering whether there really is the ghost of the future. He regained his faith again and again, but his faith collapsed again and again, and he had doubts about the future more than once.

He didn't know how he had come through the past 70,000 years, but he felt that all the past was in a daze, like a walking corpse, like a nightmare.

Now, the "ghost" mentioned by my father has finally arrived!

"Is there Fuxi outside?" he asked when he heard his hoarse voice.

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment and nodded, "There is another female Fuxi."

"There are Fuxi and Fuxi," Feng Jikai murmured, and finally couldn't help but let his tears flow out.

He slept on the ground in his father's secret room, crying like a ghost cry, swallowing, tearing apart.

Zhong Yue stood there silently, waiting for him to wake up from his grief.

After a long time, Feng Jikai stabilized his emotions and sat there. After a long time, he said in a stern voice: "What do you need me to do in the future ghost?"

Zhong Yue was silent for a moment and said, "In the future, follow me out, fight, fight, and win a future. Ji Kai Clan Chief"

He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "Although you are still young, you have been addicted to drunkenness for so long and have not experienced battles for so long. Are your weapons still usable? Can you cut off the enemy's head? Can your blood still boil? Can you face death without changing color? Are you still Fuxi?"

The spirit bloomed in his eyebrows, and suddenly an endless sea of ​​blood emerged. Countless gods and demons fought over the sea of ​​blood, with lightning and lightning, and broken limbs and broken arms fell from the air everywhere, and heads rolled down!

He was showing Feng Ji the cruel and terrifying scenes of the battle.

"Go out? Fight? Beheading? And death"

Feng Jikai stared at the sea of ​​blood. The fight, his face pale, grabbed his chest tightly. His heart was beating violently, pounding, pounding, one after another, one louder and one louder, faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out of his chest!

Zhong Yue's eyes showed pity. This is a place outside the world. Feng Jikai grew up and grew up in a place outside. He had never experienced any battle, life and death, or sinister outside.

This is a greenhouse, and it is a flower that grows in the greenhouse. No matter how high his cultivation is or how high his talent is, he has never experienced the wind and waves.

He hasn't even killed himself!

Will he be timid when he goes to the battlefield? Will he be afraid of seeing blood?

Will he hesitate when facing the enemy and will he be merciful to the other party's life?

Is such a Fuxi leader really the strong man he needs?

Feng Jikai's face became paler, and his hands grasping his chest were getting stronger and stronger. The blue veins on his forehead were bulging, and he suddenly gasped, as if the fish caught ashore were gasping for breath.

He has never experienced fighting or fighting, and he is even afraid of death!

Zhong Yue sighed, stopped the strange phenomena in the sky, and stood up and left silently.

"iron"

Suddenly, Feng Jikai's dreamlike voice came from behind him, and then a clang of iron sword covered with rust was inserted into the ground by him.

Zhong Yue stopped and looked back. Feng Jikai's hand holding the Rust Iron Sword was trembling, trying to pull out the Rust Sword, but it seemed that there was no power.

He is definitely one of the most powerful beings in the world. This iron sword is also a magic weapon he has cultivated since childhood. He grew up with him, but at this moment he felt that the rusty iron sword was extremely heavy, making it difficult for him to pull it up.

Zhong Yue's face was dull. The iron was still there and the blood was still there, but the iron was rusted and the blood was cold.

Feng Changyang's son has lived in the greenhouse for too long, been intoxicated for too long, and was frustrated for too long. Although he has the cultivation and strength of heaven, he can no longer dance his sword and stimulate his passion.

He is not the person Zhong Yue is looking for. He is like an alternative Fu Shang. He has been smoothed out and has been self-pitying. He can only be suitable for retirement and die of old age in self-pitying.

His sword was rusted, but how could the sword of the Emperor Dzogchen rust?

What rusts is his heart.

Only when his heart rusts will the sword rust and become dull.

The existence of a divine weapon like him reflects his heart. If the rust on the sword is not removed, it means that his heart is still rusty.

The heart is rusty, how can it stir up blood?

Fuxi is a fearless god of war. He can't even heat up blood, so how can he be called Fuxi?

"Pretending to be drunk for too long will become really drunk."

Tinghuo shook his head and whispered: "Pretending to be incompetent for too long will become truly incompetent. He shouldn't have waited for 70,000 years for so long, and it's too long to smooth him out."

Zhong Yue sighed and continued to walk out, but at this moment, a faint light shone behind him. Zhong Yue's heart moved slightly and stopped again.

I saw the light gradually brightening, casting his shadow on the wall, making his shadow clearer and clearer.

He heard the sound of the wind.

The gentle sound of the wind makes people tremble.

Zhong Yue was stunned and murmured: "Turbo, listen to the wind."

A wind came from behind, and the light became brighter and brighter. Zhong Yue turned his head and saw the rust sword in Feng Jikai's kneeling on the ground radiating, and the rust on the iron sword was falling off, revealing the infinite divine light contained inside!

Feng Jikai was around him, and there was wind flowing, the wind was roaring, and howling around him!

The mottled rust fell off more and more, and Feng Jikai's magic sword was also whimpering, and the sound went from low to crisp, pleasant and melodious!

The sound of the wind and the sound of the sword.

Strong wind!

Canglang

Feng Jikai pulled out the iron sword hard, stood up, straightened, and the terrifying aura was turbulent, and the avenue roared around him, as if endless anger was roaring and screaming!

He shook the iron sword in his hand, and the man and the sword merged into one, as sharp as if it had been polished for 70,000 years!

"Iron Blood, Still There!"
Chapter completed!