Chapter 987 Iron Blood Is Still Here

The reason why he wanted to invite these clan elders to help him was to lure the Xiantian Emperor out, so that the Xiantian Emperor had no choice but to act!

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

These few old people are all ungrateful people who see profit and have the heart of wolves, and they will pounce on them whenever they see a little blood.

When they saw Feng Qingyu disappear and Fu Baochu died, they were a little reluctant to see Feng Wuji, but Zhong Yue only needed a few words to arouse the greed and desire in their hearts and make them volunteer , go out to die.

In the outside world, Zhong Yue has no means to deal with them, he can only let them live happily, but in the outside world, Zhong Yue has a thousand ways to put them to death!

"Is there any emperor-level existence in this extra-worldly place?"

Zhong Yue thought, just like Fu Baochu, those clan elders were all emperor-level powerhouses. Although their cultivation was extremely deep, they were still inferior to emperor-level existences.

He had seen two emperor-level existences hidden here 70,000 years ago, and the older generation here were no strangers to him, after all, he had "lived" here for sixty or seventy years.

No matter Fu Baozheng, Fu Baoer or Fu Baotian, he recognized them all, had seen them all before, and could call them by their names. During his time as a ghost, he had thoroughly researched these traitors and foreigners.

Back then, there were more traitors from the Fuxi Protoss and reincarnated foreigners, but now there are not so many, and many of them have passed away.

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

What he was most worried about were these two emperors, worried about whether his secret art of stealing the sky and changing the sun would be able to hide it from them.

But so far, the two emperors still haven't shown up, so he can breathe a sigh of relief.

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

The scene emerged in his mind, Feng Changyang met Feng Changtai's sword with his own chest on the Tianhe River, and finally died in the hands of his younger brother's body falling into the Tianhe River.

He understood the good intentions of the two brothers, Feng Changyang went on a killing spree, and got his wish, beheading an unknown number of fuxi traitors and reincarnated great supernatural beings, and even killed two emperor-level beings, expressing his unyielding intentions.

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

Feng Changyang's heroic death is worthy of admiration, but Feng Changtai is the most painful person in the world. He will be silent in the pain of killing his brother all his life.

Zhong Yue regained his composure, and saw the young patriarch Fuxi approaching, still in a dissolute manner, drinking and having fun.

"I'll take you for a walk." Zhong Yue said calmly.

Feng Jikai followed him silently, Zhong Yue seemed to be very familiar with this place, took him for a stroll, over mountains and ridges, and not long before they came to a cliff.

Zhong Yue made seals one after another, and the totem texture formed by those seals was like the teeth of a key. When imprinted into the cliff, it was like teeth and shrapnel interlocking, and the lock must be locked together layer by layer.

However, Zhong Yue's seals were countless times more complicated than the keys. When these seals were used, the cliff shook slightly and became transparent.

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

Zhong Yue walked towards the cliff, he hurriedly followed, while Hun Dunyu stayed outside. I saw that there is a very vast space hidden inside, the air is filled with various sentiments, and countless words record the process of an emperor-level being deducing the exercises.

"This is where your father retreated and deduced the Universal Light and Profound Sutra. You have never been here before."

Zhong Yue said: "The records here are all his insights. He is a peerless genius. It's a pity that he didn't get the complete Universe Light and Profound Sutra, and he couldn't complete the sixth way of this practice to establish reincarnation."

Feng Ji was silent.

Now that he has believed Zhong Yue's words, even he doesn't know this place, even if he knows, there is no corresponding seal to break the seal and enter this place, but Zhong Yue can easily touch here and break the seal.

Only the "ghost of the future" can have this means.

Zhong Yue scattered the mysterious art of stealing the sky and changing the sun, his appearance changed, and he returned to his original appearance, and said seriously: "The Fuxi clan of the Zuxing people, Zhong Yue, the Zhongshan clan, has seen the Fuxi patriarch of the otherworldly place!"

Feng Jikai stared at him blankly, the young demon in front of him was the "ghost" his father kept talking about, the "ghost" from the ancestral star of the Fuxi clan!

In his later years, his father was infamous as a traitor, and he didn't have any friends, only ghosts that no one could see were left. He was his father's friend and only confidant.

Waited for this day.

Finally, the day my father said came.

He suddenly had an urge to cry. It has been 70,000 years, and he has been waiting for 70,000 years. He has collapsed again and again, doubting whether the ghost of the future life really exists, and he has regained his confidence again and again. But time after time, his confidence collapsed, and he doubted the future more than once.

He didn't know how he had come here in the past 70,000 years, he just felt that all the things in the past were muddled, like a walking corpse, like a nightmare.

Now, the "ghost" in my father's mouth has finally come!

"Is there Fuxi outside?" He heard his hoarse voice ask.

Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "There is also a female Fuxi."

"There's Fuxi, there's Fuxi..." Feng Jikai murmured, and finally couldn't hold back his tears.

He cried loudly on the ground in his father's secret room, crying like a devil's cry, swallowing and tearing.

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

After a long time, Feng Jikai stabilized his emotions, sat there, and after a long time, he said shyly, "Future ghost, what do you need from me?"

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

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

Spirit bloomed between his brows, and suddenly a boundless sea of ​​blood emerged, countless gods and demons were fighting above the sea of ​​blood, thunder and lightning struck, severed limbs and arms fell from the sky everywhere, and heads rolled down one after another!

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

"Get out? Fight? Behead? And die..."

Feng Jikai stared at the sea of ​​blood, that fight, his face was pale, he grabbed his chest tightly, his heart was beating violently, thump, thump, one after another, one higher than one, faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out Chest!

There was pity in Zhong Yue's eyes. This is a place outside the world. Feng Jikai grew up and grew up in a place outside the world. He has never experienced any battles, life and death fights, or the dangers of the outside world.

This is a greenhouse, and he is a flower growing in the greenhouse. No matter how high his cultivation base is, no matter how talented he is, he has never experienced wind and waves.

He didn't even kill a life!

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

Will he hesitate when facing the enemy, will he have mercy on the other's life?

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

Feng Jikai's complexion became paler, his hands gripped his chest more and more forcefully, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he suddenly gasped heavily, like a fish caught on shore, gasping for breath.

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

Zhong Yue sighed, put away the vision all over the sky, got up and left silently.

"iron……"

Suddenly, Feng Jikai's sleepy voice came from behind him, followed by a clang, and he thrust a rusty iron sword into the ground.

Zhong Yue stopped and looked back, only to see Feng Jikai's hand holding the rusty iron sword was trembling, trying to pull out the rusty sword, but he didn't seem to have any strength.

He is definitely one of the most powerful existences in the other world. This iron sword is also a magical weapon he has forged since he was a child, and he grew up with him, but at this moment he feels that this rusty iron sword is extremely heavy, which makes him Difficult to pull up.

Zhong Yue's face was gloomy, 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, has been fascinated for too long, and has also been frustrated for too long. Although he has a sky-high cultivation and strength, he can no longer wield his sword and stir his blood.

He is not the person Zhong Yue is looking for, he is like a different kind of Fu Shang, his edges and corners have been smoothed, he complains about himself, he is only suitable for old age, and dies of old age silently amidst self-pity and self-pity.

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

Rust is his heart.

When his heart is rusted, the sword will be rusted and blunt.

For an existence like him, the magic weapon reflects his heart, and if the rust on the sword is not removed, it means that his heart is still rusty.

The heart is full of rust, how can it stir up blood?

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

"If you pretend to be drunk for too long, you will become really drunk."

Xin Huo shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If you pretend to be incompetent for too long, you will become really incompetent. He shouldn't have waited for 70,000 years. It's been too long, and it will wear him down."

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

I saw that the light was gradually brightening, casting his shadow on the wall, making his shadow more and more clear.

He heard the wind.

The gentle sound of the wind, the trembling sound of the wind.

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

There was a sound of wind coming from behind, and the light in the sound of the wind was getting brighter and brighter. Zhong Yue turned his head and saw the rusty sword in the hand of the kneeling Feng Jikai shining with light, and the rust on the iron sword was falling off, revealing the inner strength Infinite light!

Around Feng Jikai, the wind is flowing, the wind is ringing, whistling, whistling around him!

The mottled rust fell off more and more, and the divine sword in Feng Jikai's hand was also humming, and the sound changed from low to crisp, and became melodious and melodious!

The sound of the wind, the sound of the sword.

Gale!

Canglang——

Feng Jikai struggled to pull out the iron sword, stood up straight, the terrifying breath was turbulent, the avenue roared around him, it seemed that there was infinite anger roaring and screaming!

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

"Iron Blood, still here!"

Feng Jikai gritted his teeth and shouted loudly like thunder: "Fuxi Zhongshan, Fuxi Feng's Fengjikai, willing to fight side by side with you!"