Chapter 482: Keep Playing the Music, Keep Dancing!

Song Yuanqing's expression changed drastically. His own mountain protection formation was broken so easily?

He did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly flew out with a group of elders, and then was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the mountain gate was razed to the ground, and many places inside the gate were affected, collapsed, and devastated.

Song Yuanqing's anger rose!

But when he saw the battle in the sky, his anger was suppressed again.

I saw five warships lined up in the sky, with black muzzles facing Tianguimen, and the aftermath of spiritual power had not dissipated.

Thousands of black-armored shadow guards holding standard magic weapons stood in the air in a black mass, with the momentum of dark clouds pressing down on the city.

Song Yuanqing's face changed drastically. They used siege warships to bombard their own mountain gate?

Who would go out with a warship?

It's outrageous that you go out with one, and five!

What's the matter with these thousands of shadow guards?

Song Yuanqing suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness Wuxie, what are you doing? Why are you destroying my mountain gate?"

The dark shadow guards neatly moved to the sides to make way.

Lin Fengmian hugged Shangguan Qiong and flew out slowly, with Ming Lao and Youyao standing behind him.

Just now, the two of them combined the main guns of five warships to break the mountain protection formation of Tianguimen in one fell swoop and directly blew up the mountain gate.

Lin Fengmian hugged Shangguan Qiong with one hand and held a folding fan in the other hand, looking down at Song Yuanqing.

"Master Song, someone reported that your Tianguimen was refining souls with mortals on a large scale. This palace brought the shadow guards to the door for routine inspection."

"I called the door several times but no one opened it, so I ordered the mountain gate to be blasted open. What, do you have any objections?"

Hearing that living people were refining souls, Song Yuanqing's face changed drastically.

If it was in other countries in Beiming, refining corpses and weapons by living people would not be a problem.

But in the coverage area of ​​the Junyan Dynasty, this problem is a big problem.

Empress Fengyao strictly forbids killing civilians without reason, especially large-scale killing of mortals.

He didn't care about the mountain gate, and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, our Tiangui Sect has never done such a thing! This is a false accusation!"

Lin Fengmian shook his folding fan lightly, smiled slightly and said: "Whether it is true or not, I will know after checking it."

Song Yuanqing said with a gloomy face: "Your Highness Wuxie, do you have a dynasty search warrant?"

Lin Fengmian sneered: "According to Junyan law, if there are civilians being harmed, you can act according to local conditions and act conveniently!"

At this moment, he finally understood that knowledge is power, and thanked Hehuan Sect for forcing him to memorize so many miscellaneous books!

Song Yuanqing's face was livid. Although there is indeed this law, generally speaking, no one would be so crazy as to search a sect.

Which sect is really clean? There are so many problems with this investigation!

Song Yuanqing flew up quickly, walked in front of Lin Fengmian, and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, our Tiangui Sect is a force under the command of His Highness Yun Zheng, I hope Your Highness will show mercy!"

Lin Fengmian's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Song Yuanqing with a playful look, sneering in his heart.

At this point, this old guy still doesn't want to hand over the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, and wants to use Jun Yunzheng to pressure himself.

"Jun Yunzheng?"

Lin Fengmian's eyes turned cold, and he took a folding fan and patted Song Yuanqing's face lightly.

"Song Yuanqing, are you threatening me with Jun Yunzheng, or are you intimidating me?"

The huge sense of humiliation made Song Yuanqing clench his fists, and the elders around him also glared at Lin Fengmian.

But Youyao and Ming Lao behind Lin Fengmian took a step forward, and the shadow guards around them quietly surrounded them in the middle.

The powerful aura locked them, and the atmosphere in the field was tense.

Song Yuanqing suppressed his killing intent and said aggrievedly: "I dare not, I just remind Your Highness to leave a way out for everything!"

Lin Fengmian gradually slapped his face with the folding fan in his hand, smiling arrogantly.

"Master Song, are you teaching me how to do things? Are you worthy?"

Song Yuanqing said nothing, but his eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was about to overflow.

Lin Fengmian had no idea what he looked like, he grabbed his collar and pulled him over, looking at him with a smile.

"Master Song, do you think I am deliberately taking revenge on you?"

Song Yuanqing suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and said: "Song is not!"

Lin Fengmian had a wicked smile on his lips, and said arrogantly: "No! Yes, but I am taking revenge on you!"

"If you are not convinced, you can kill me!"

"Then do you think there is a place for Tianze, your Tianguimen, and you Song Yuanqing to stand?"

Looking at Lin Fengmian's domineering look and Song Yuanqing's flushed face, Shangguan Qiong couldn't help but secretly sweat.

This arrogance, this arrogance, no one can compare to him!

This guy is really not afraid of death!

Ming Lao held the long sword in his hand tightly, swallowed his saliva secretly, and was ready to strike at any time.

How could His Highness be so arrogant?

This is to show off in front of the beauty, and to show off with his life!

Youyao also broke out in a cold sweat, and his breath locked on Song Yuanqing.

As long as he dared to make a move, he would be greeted by a violent storm of attacks.

"Song,... I dare not!"

Song Yuanqing's face flushed, and he was shaking with anger, but he did not dare to make a move.

The people do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials.

He has a big family and a big business, and he dare not provoke this crazy prince of the dynasty.

Lin Fengmian has met Song Yuanqing and knows his life.

He knows this person's character, so he is so confident to dance in the minefield.

With Youyao, who is in the fusion realm, Song Yuanqing must be mentally ill to dare to make a move on him, a prince of the dynasty.

After all, it wouldn't kill him if he took action, but it would give Lin Fengmian the evidence.

By then, Tianguimen and Song Yuanqing would be in trouble if they didn't die.

So although Lin Fengmian seemed to be in danger, he actually didn't even risk being beaten.

Lin Fengmian pointed with his folding fan and said coldly: "Go in and search for me. Dig three feet deep into the ground and don't miss any corner."

All the shadow guards said in unison: "Yes!"

Lin Fengmian carried Shangguan Qiong and bypassed Song Yuanqing, and flew into Tianguimen with a group of shadow guards.

Wherever he passed, all the disciples who blocked him were knocked to the ground, and there was chaos all the way.

He looked so arrogant and domineering that he would kick a dog if it passed by.

Song Yuanqing had a gloomy face, but he was powerless and could only watch Lin Fengmian swaggering towards the main hall.

"Oh, the banquet has started in advance. Not bad, not bad, you have ideological awareness! This prince always likes to sit at the table with children."

Lin Fengmian walked all the way over, kicking one by one, and knocked over the banquet on the ground, spilling the wine all over the ground.

The singing girls and dancers were so scared that their faces turned pale and they hid aside and trembled.

Lin Fengmian sat on Song Yuanqing's skull throne with his arms and held Shangguan Qiong in his arms again.

He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't stop! Keep playing the music and keep dancing!"

The high-level officials of Tianguimen all had gloomy faces, and Song Yuanqing gave the singing girls and dancers a look.

The dancers started dancing again, but their dance moves were stiff and without any aesthetic feeling.

The musicians were shaking so much that they couldn't even play the music and were frequently out of tune.