v5 Chapter 857： The end of the wind does not return!

Zhongjing, the imperial city.

"Your Majesty, when this letter was sent, Chen Zhuguo had already woken up and was heading to the front line of Huyu."

"When His Majesty received the letter, Chen Zhuguo must have led the allied forces of the demon clan into the heart of the Tiger Territory and took the Tiger Mountain directly!"

"Based on my calculations, within ten days, the Tiger Territory will be defeated!"

"At that time, Chen Zhuguo, with the mighty power to destroy the country and the power of the star demon system, will surely be able to control the Southern Desolation and bring down hundreds of clans. The Southern Desolation will be my Daxuan domain!"

"This is an unprecedented pattern in this dynasty and even in the previous dynasty. I first congratulate His Majesty! Congratulations to Daxuan! Congratulations to the world!"

Ye Heng read the memorial sent by King Jing dozens of times before letting it go.

"Feng Chan's affairs can be arranged!" Ye Heng touched his chin, always feeling that his experience was a bit too dreamy.

Thinking that he ascended the throne at the age of nine, faced with the mess left by Emperor Wu and Huo Xiang, and spent decades sleeping with Yan Baichuan, he would stabilize the dynasty. Why has he acted like he was cheating in the past year?

Not only is Daxuan's strength skyrocketing, but it seems that even Nanhuang will be in his pocket!

Not to mention anything else, I even have several temple names in hand.

As for myself, I seem to eat and drink well, and even sleep well, without any hard work at all!

It's just always stamping, and my wrists are often sore!

He has a clear understanding of himself, and his ability is just like that.

That means Yan Baichuan can't do it!

"Chen Aiqing is truly a blessing to the human race, and also my humerus!"

"I don't know how to love him anymore!"

Ye Heng lowered his head, looked at the edict that had been drafted on the table, picked up the Jade Seal of Chuanguo, and sealed it heavily.

"Hou An!" Ye Heng called out softly, and Hou An immediately flashed in front of Ye Heng.

"This imperial edict requires the infusion of luck."

"Take it to the Qiyun Pavilion and let Wang Zi'an deal with it first. It will be sent to Nanhuang soon!"

Hou An seemed to have guessed something, and hurriedly received the imperial edict with both hands, and when he saw the flying dragon on the edict, he immediately knew that he had guessed correctly.

This is—an imperial edict!

"The old slave is going to guard Wang Zi'an and complete the infusion of luck!" Hou An quickly replied, then took a few steps back, turned around, moved his body, and disappeared in place.

Looking at Hou An's disappearing back, Ye Heng sighed softly.

"well…"

"Chen Aiqing has traveled thousands of miles, and I don't know how long she can sit in this position..."

…

Spring and Autumn Pavilion.

The always bustling Spring and Autumn Pavilion has been particularly deserted recently, and the disciples of the historians who shuttled back and forth on weekdays have all disappeared.

A historian who came from the local area to submit this year's "local chronicles" stopped the young Confucian student who was sweeping the floor, and asked, "Brother, I came here to submit the local chronicles of Huaining County, why can't I find a suitable master? "

"Can't find it? That's right." The little Confucian scholar stopped the broom in his hand, and said with a wry smile, "The disciples of historians above Master and above of Spring and Autumn Pavilion have all gone to Nanhuang to record history!"

"Especially when An Guogong traveled thousands of miles, and the human race sent troops to the southern wilderness, every day we experience now is a history worth recording!"

"You, stay in the city for a few days. When the war is over, they should come back."

The historian was a bit confused: "I still have important matters, don't you know that Chunqiu Pavilion doesn't have a senior in charge now?"

"Yes, there is." The little Confucian scholar said, "Our Pavilion Master, Mr. Sima."

Seeing the other party's puzzled expression, the little Confucian scholar explained: "The pavilion master personally watched An Guogong cross thousands of miles, open "Martial Ancestor Benji", and get feedback from the long river of history. He is about to become a saint, so he is currently retreating!"

Hearing the words, the historian shook his head helplessly, he couldn't call out the Spring and Autumn Pavilion Master who was to be consecrated for a local chronicle.

Just when he thanked the little Confucian scholar and was about to say goodbye, in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, there was a sudden ups and downs, and then a cyan aura of righteousness shot straight into the sky, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Master!"

"gentlemen!"

Several great historians who were hiding in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion guarding the classics appeared one after another, and they were pleasantly surprised: "Canonization?"

That Sima Lie laughed, and flicked his sleeves: "The old man sensed that there is something important going on in the Southern Wilderness, so it doesn't make sense not to see it personally!"

"Feng Sheng is a small matter, let's talk about it when we come back!"

"Open the door!"

Sima Lie raised his head to the sky and screamed, only to see a phantom of a grand historian's giant gate appearing in the sky above the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and then the giant gate opened slightly, and Sima Lie immediately turned into a ray of light, rushing into the crack of the door, and then the The giant door closed and dissipated into the air again.

The official historian looked at this scene in surprise, the little Confucian scholar sighed, continued to sweep the floor, and said, "Everyone is gone, don't stand still."

"This disciple of the historian, it still depends on luck. Born in a world of great trends, good things will always happen!"

"I don't know if there are any major events to record for me after I become a great Confucianist."

The historian came back to his senses when he heard the little Confucian scholar's complaints, and said with great interest: "You think clearly, I think you will stay in Zhongjing for a few more days, and want to make friends with you. I wonder if you can tell me the name ?”

Hearing this, the little Confucian scholar quickly stood up straight, bowed his head and said, "My surname is Fan, and the single name has the word Ye. I haven't taken the character yet! I haven't asked your Excellency?"

The historian also stood up straight, bowed in return and said: "I'm Yuan Shu, the word Jizhong. Nice to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Fan Ye nodded, then turned his head to look to the south, and sighed, "It's a pity that our cultivation is not enough, otherwise we must go to the Southern Wilderness and witness the great event of Lord An's subjugation of the Tiger Clan!"

…

Southern Wilderness.

Chen Luo and Feng Bugui were separated by hundreds of miles, but their eyes met.

Chen Luo remembered that when he saw Feng Bugui for the first time, he was still on the outskirts of the vast wilderness of the elephant clan, because he killed his adopted son and provoked him here.

At that time, Feng Bugui was already the pinnacle sage who frightened one side, if Feng Nanzhi hadn't called Feng Bugui back in time, he might have exposed his real body at that time.

Meeting again is the blood tide. I was working between the monster race and the human race, and I had no chance to do something wrong, so Feng Bugui took the opportunity to become the ancestor demon.

Now, it is the third meeting.

The ruthlessness of raising troops in the southern wilderness, the hatred of imprisoning wives and daughters are all on my mind.

This time, never die!

But the wind does not return, looking at Chen Luo, his heart is also murderous.

It was him who killed his adopted son whom he had raised for decades in the vast wilderness!

It was him who robbed Feng Nanzhi, whom he wanted, and even gave birth to a child!

It was him who laid out the Southern Desolation, summoned the ancient stars to return, and wanted to cut off the chance of the Tiger Clan's rise!

It was him who united those scattered demon races, completely shattering his long-cherished wish of unifying the Southern Wilderness!

But before the two really confronted each other, the aura of Weihu Mountain with a radius of thousands of miles suddenly changed, and then a huge ancestral star projection that seemed to be made of blood appeared in the sky above Weihu Mountain.

Even Chen Luo stopped his figure at this moment, looking solemnly at the projection of the ancestral star.

On the projection of the ancestral star, a middle-aged man slowly walked out. The man's face was fierce, and the black wings behind him spread out. Although he was only two feet long, he seemed to block out the sky!

"Grandfather!" Feng Bugui was also a little surprised by the other party's appearance, and shouted.

This is exactly his biggest support in the Tiger Clan, Feng Bugui. At the beginning of the war, he killed the two Desolate Soul Realms of the Dapeng Clan and the Peacock Clan. Now the youngest Desolate Soul Realm monster in the Tiger Clan—Feng Zhankong!

At the same time that Feng Zhankong appeared, the sky behind Chen Luo was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and four huge ancestral star projections also emerged.

In the north, nine white fox tails seem to touch the sky, and the figure of a charming woman emerges.

Then, beside the nine-tailed woman, a group of flames seemed to burn the sky, and from the flames, a red jade jumped out, turning into a middle-aged man covered in red.

On the west side, a huge phantom of a mountain swayed slowly, and then its limbs, head and tail protruded. It turned out to be a giant tortoise. The giant tortoise swayed slightly and turned into a rather old-looking old man.

In the east, a passionate roar sounded, and a phantom of a giant bear towered into the sky, and then condensed into a burly man with beards.

Four desolate souls!

At this moment on the battlefield, only the Great Sage and above could stand under this coercion, and the rest were all frightened by the coercion of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"This ancestor is confident that he can beat any of them one-on-one!" Feng Zhankong said to Feng Bugui through voice transmission, "If they attack, the Desolate Soul Realm of other branches will not be able to sit still!"

"As long as they do it, you still have a chance to win!"

Feng Bugui heard the words, and immediately understood Feng Zhankong's thoughts.

Although the six bloodlines of the Tiger Clan have their own origins, in the final analysis they are all descended from the White Tiger. One-on-one battles are fine, but if the more bullies the less, even if the other ancestors are unwilling to make a move, because of the relationship established by the blood, they must also make a move.

At this moment, Feng Bugui suddenly felt that Feng Zhankong was right.

Maybe, there is really a reversal...

"Cough cough cough..." A dry cough broke the pressure of the blood that was accumulating in the sky. At this moment, from the direction of Daxuan, overwhelming mighty righteousness swept over the sky, instantly dissipating the blood energy in the Southern Desolation sky.

I saw a hale and hearty old man walking step by step, leaning on a cane.

"Three questions and half saints!"

Feng Bugui Yantong shrank, and he quickly looked at Feng Zhankong, and he also saw a strong look of fear from Feng Zhankong's face.

"Ah Jiu, you are still beautiful and delicious!" The old man greeted the nine-tailed celestial fox familiarly, and the nine-tailed celestial fox also wished the old man a blessing.

"Zhu Yanxing, the little fellows of my human race are not bad, they have condensed the blood of the emperor and demon for you. Have you made a few jars of the three thousand year monkey wine?"

"Brother Gui, long time no see, you are still alive."

"Xiong Lao Liu, are you awake? Do you want to play with me outside the sky?"

The old man walked all the way, as if he was very familiar with the big monsters of the four races in the wild soul realm, and then he looked at Chen Luo again.

Sensing the other party's gaze, Chen Luo hurriedly saluted.

Although I don't know who he is, but this shelf is definitely a thigh!

"You are very good!"

"It is a blessing for the human race to have you!"

The old man said softly, with a kind tone.

"Old Master Yan's Push!"

"After this battle, if you have free time, you can come to Yan's house outside the sky to talk about it."

"Baichuan is the old man's great-grandson, let him guide you!"

Chen Luo was startled: Baichuan?

Are you talking about the former Wenxiang, today's Wensheng, Yan Baichuan?

Great grandson?

Wait, Yan Zhitui?

Fuck, it's really the ancestor of the Yan family!

But before Chen Luo could speak, Yan Zhitui looked at Feng Zhankong again: "Tiger cub, don't think I don't know what you're planning."

"Come, come, the old man treats you today!"

"The old man is getting old and can't walk. He needs a mount. The old man thinks you are suitable!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Zhankong to react, Yan Zhi pushed his sleeves. In an instant, the space behind Feng Zhankong seemed to have a ancestral temple, covering Feng Zhankong directly and escaping into the void.

At this time, Yan Zhitui looked at Chen Luo again, his lips moved slightly, and then he stepped forward and walked into the void.

Yan Zhitui's figure disappeared before Chen Luo's eyes, but the voice sounded in Chen Luo's soul—

"Boy, the battle ahead can be fought by those monster races!"

"The battle of Dingding has to be fought by our own people!"

"Strength is the basis of reasoning!"

"It's better to win! When you reach the sky, I will treat you to a drink!"

Chen Luo smiled slightly, and then his face became solemn again. With a movement of his body, he rushed towards Feng Bugui, and shouted: "Wind Bugui, die!"

Feng Bugui narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he let go of Feng Zhankong's plan, but looked at Chen Luo who was rushing towards him. His whole body exploded with momentum, and he also jumped towards Chen Luo.

"court death!"

The next moment, the space shattered, and the two fell into the void battlefield.

…

At this moment, the battle below stopped, and all the great saints and ancestor demons looked at the place where Feng Bugui and Chen Luo disappeared.

They can besiege and kill Feng Bugui, but they also understand that this is a battle that belongs to Chen Luo, and this is a battle that belongs to the human race.

】

If Chen Luo loses, they will naturally take action and will not let him fall, but then the human race's right to speak will be weaker in controlling Nanhuang.

After all, the rules recognized by the Nanhuang Monster Clan in their bones are still for the strong to be respected.

Don't talk about realm, people's high realm is their ability, at this time, they don't recognize this.

Of course, there are disadvantages and advantages.

If Chen Luo wins, it will be equivalent to pulling the Tiger Clan from the altar, and he will be king in the Southern Wilderness!

Since the Tiger Clan recognizes that Feng Bugui is the patriarch, they must also recognize this result!

Therefore, all the monsters held their breaths at this time. The four big monsters in the Desolate Soul Realm looked at each other and shot at the same time. In an instant, the void battlefield between Chen Luo and Feng Bugui was projected in front of the monsters.

…

Void battlefield.

The black wings stretched out, and Feng Bugui turned into the form of a tiger's head. Monster energy rose from every pore of him, and he looked at Chen Luo with murderous intent.

He didn't mean to underestimate Chen Luo. Even though it was less than a month since Chen Luo had set foot in thousands of miles, he understood that Chen Luo, as the fourth Daoist master of Tongtian, certainly couldn't be judged by common sense.

He flapped his wings, and the void battlefield began to crack inch by inch, spreading towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo raised his hand, and the Bamboo Stick of Seven Emotions condensed in his hand. Facing the collapsed void, he waved the bamboo stick of Seven Emotions heavily...

"Hmph, since you still can't break my meaning of 'collapse'..." Seeing Chen Luo's actions, Feng Bugui sneered in his heart, but the next moment he flinched, and saw that the collapse of the space had not stopped, Instead, it rushed towards him in a more serious form.

From the very beginning, Chen Luo never thought of repairing the space where the wind does not return to the collapse, but to destroy it more thoroughly based on his foundation, and then use a little bit of the power of "Fighting and Star Shifting" to guide this collapse back .

"Small cleverness!" Feng Bugui snorted coldly, turned into an afterimage and charged towards Chen Luo directly, the power of void collapse fell on him, but was blocked by streaks of blood energy, Chen Luo frowned slightly, trying to pull back space, but in the blink of an eye Wind No Return appeared in front of him.

"It's true that you are the pride of the human race, but I am also the pride of the tiger clan!" Feng Bugui let out a roar, and slapped his claws from top to bottom. The power was transmitted into Chen Luo's body along the bamboo stick, and all his blocking intentions were subdued in front of this power, with almost no resistance.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Chen Luo was blown away.

…

"No, it's still too far away!" Outside Weihu Mountain, looking at the influence in the void, many ancestor monsters shook their heads slightly.

Chen Luo had indeed beheaded a big monster at the Desolate Bone Realm before, but the question is, is Feng Bugui an ordinary Desolate Bone Realm?

Leapfrog beheading is indeed the exclusive property of geniuses. But have you met a genius who can also leapfrog and kill, and this genius is even higher than your realm?

Feng Bugui is right, Chen Luo is a genius, but he is also a genius!

"It's the domineering intent in Qiongqi's bloodline just now..." Nine-tailed Sky Fox frowned slightly, "If you can't restrain it, the opponent is almost defenseless under this fierce intent."

"That's right!" Zhu Yan nodded, "Blood talent like Qiongqi is really too difficult to deal with, unless one's own reasoning can restrain this vicious intent!"

"Hey, are we going to make a move?" Xiong Zuweng said in a low voice.

"Not for the time being." Guizu shook his head, "Look at the expression on the face of that little guy from the human race, he seems quite sure."

…

"Sure enough, there is still a gap in strength!" Chen Luo finally stopped his figure in the void, and shook the arm that was blocking just now. At this moment, the part of his body damaged by Feng Bugui's claw is being repaired rapidly.

In my impression, the last time I was so passive was when I was fighting against the puppet of Emperor Wu of the Gu Sect.

It's just that Chen Luo is still thinking here, that Feng Bugui has already chased after him, this time, Feng Bugui turned his claws into fists, and the previous domineering and murderous intent almost condensed into substance, hitting Chen Luo heavily.

This time, Chen Luo didn't retreat, his left eye shone with blue light, and his right eye shone with golden light.

The next moment, first a golden figure walked out of Chen Luo's figure, and a Buddhist chant of "Nan Wufu Tathagata" was sung, and he directly stretched out his hand and punched Fengbugui.

"When—" a huge sound sounded, and the sound waves shook the void, and the figure who defeated the Buddha only took two steps back.

This is the majestic domineering and murderous intent rewinding, and when he was about to rush into Dou Shengfo's body, another figure in green robe appeared beside Dou Shengfo.

"When I saw this flower, the color of this flower was distinct!"

As the words fell, a phantom of a wild flower condensed in the void, and the wild flower slid around, absorbing all the domineering and murderous intent of the wind on the petals.

"When I don't see this flower, this flower is still with my heart!"

In an instant, the petals fell and the wild flowers dissipated, and with the wild flowers dissipated, there was also the domineering and murderous intent of Feng Bugui.

Before Feng Bugui could attack again, after defeating Buddha and Wang Yangming, Chen Luo's figure suddenly rushed out, and a heavy fist entwined with the air of mortals hit Feng Bugui, Feng Bugui crossed his hands to stop him, But the next moment, he felt countless broken thoughts rushing into his soul.

"I want to take the No. 1 exam!"

"I like the widow Bai Jie from the next village!"

"Today grab two more people and buy a good coffin for my old lady!"

"Get rich, I'm rich!"

Countless desires exploded in Feng Bugui's mind, and a tiger's howl sounded in his mind and soul, which instantly dispelled these sounds, but just as he regained consciousness, he saw a foot kicking down hard towards his face .

"boom!"

The wind does not return and is instantly kicked away!

Chen Luo put his feet away, barely stopped, and chased towards the upside-down wind again, and the two clones of Dou Shengfo and Wang Yangming followed closely behind!

…

outside world.

"This... what kind of supernatural power is this?"

"Avatar incarnation?"

"By the way, Chen Luo's martial arts have integrated the three heaven-reaching avenues of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism that he created himself!"

"Strange, why didn't I see the incarnation of Daomen Dao?"

"I heard that Chen Luo didn't seem to pay much attention to the Daomen except for the character Zhen Yuanzi!"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, it's because of Taoist Wuwei! Of course Wuwei doesn't need to come out."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox looked worried: "The avatar of the Great Dao..."

"Within the Dao of Heaven, it is indeed possible to barely fight against Feng Bugui!"

"But it still lacks a fatal blow, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

…

void.

With the help of Fighting Victory Buddha and Wang Yangming's Daoist power, Chen Luo finally fought back and forth with the wind.

But this was not what Chen Luo wanted.

Yan's thighs... No, it was Yan Zhitui who specifically reminded himself that he wanted to win beauty!

"The meaning of life?"

No, the strength of Feng Bugui is not comparable to that of the previous opponent, this force of life is a magical skill of Shunfeng, it is not suitable to use it here.

"Martial Emperor Fist?"

The next moment, Chen Luo heard the punch that could cross the rank, but quickly dismissed the idea.

This was originally his reliance on dealing with the wind and no return, but now he has changed his mind.

Now the Yaozu outside must be watching? It's best to keep this kind of almost self-harming boxing as the killer's trump card.

Besides, self-mutilation cannot be said to win beauty!

The next moment, a crazy idea popped up in Chen Luo's mind.

Seeing that the wind that was about to break through the blockade of Dou Zhan Buddha and Wang Yangming was not enough, Chen Luo raised his hand again, and the seven-emotion bamboo staff condensed again, but then it turned into seven colorful auras and rushed towards the wind without returning.

Seven emotions supernatural powers!

Just when the Seven Emotions supernatural powers slightly interfered with Feng Bugui, Chen Luo stepped back a few feet, closed his eyes, and his whole body's energy and blood suddenly circulated, and his blood body transformed!

Without using the identity of Dou Erdun, a barbarian from the first three transformations, Chen Luo started directly from the Yaozu.

The first change: Bai Ze.

Chen Luo's figure changed, and a huge phantom of Bai Ze appeared above his head. Feeling the power of this body, Chen Luo's heart moved.

really!

As he stepped through thousands of miles, all the blood vessels of the blood body also entered the realm of thousands of miles!

The second change: Great Sun Golden Crow!

Surrounded by flames, the phantom of a three-legged crow danced around Chen Luo's body.

The third change: Shi Qilin!

A phantom of a unicorn appeared, and both Bai Ze and the Great Sun Golden Crow lowered their heads slightly.

The fourth change: Ming Kun!

Hearing the sound of waves and waves in the void, a huge kun jumped out of the void and turned into a ten-thousand-mile cloud roc, chasing after the three-legged Golden Crow.

Fifth Change: Canglong!

The mighty dragon chant resounded, and a phantom of a tens of feet long blue dragon appeared in the void.

Instantly!

Arrayed in the east, the Canglong set off a stormy sea!

Arrayed in the south, the Golden Crow is burning with scorching sun!

Arrayed in the north, Bai Zesheng is extremely auspicious!

Arrayed in the west, Kunpeng roared and gale!

The unicorn is in the center, suppressing the void!

At the same time, Feng Bugui dispelled the interference of the seven emotions, broke through the obstruction of Dou Shengfo and Wang Yangming, and rushed towards Chen Luo.

Chen Luo regained his human form, clenched his fist with one hand, and suddenly punched Feng Bugui. In an instant, the five blood bodies turned into phantoms and turned into martial arts rays of light, blending into Chen Luo's fist, and Feng Bugui faced each other!

"boom!"

A monstrous loud noise almost penetrated the void and spread to the outside world.

After a moment of confrontation, Chen Luo's Buddha and Confucian avatars dissipated, and blood flowed from the corners of his own mouth. When the wind did not return, he felt countless forces rushing into his body like a flood. His phantom was besieged by five divine beasts, constantly biting and devouring them.

"Pfft!" Feng Bugui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then every blood node in his body began to explode one after another, and his aura quickly receded.

Feng Bugui looked at Chen Luo in disbelief, he didn't understand whether he was a monster or Chen Luo was a monster!

At this time, Chen Luo put away his fists, suppressed the injuries in his body, and looked at Feng Bugui with a calm expression.

"You lost!"

The appearance of Feng Bugui is aging rapidly, which is a symbol of the exhaustion of the source of blood. He looked at Chen Luo and finally said, "What kind of magical power is this?"

Chen Luo said calmly: "The Demon Emperor's Fist!"

Feng Bugui's originally burly figure began to hunch. He coughed up blood, looked at Chen Luo with resentful eyes, and finally showed a stern smile.

"Do you think that Feng Nanzhi will be able to take over Nanhuang smoothly after I die?"

"Do you think that you and Feng Nanzhi's evil seed can become the future king of the Southern Wilderness?"

Chen Luo frowned slightly. At this moment, Feng Bugui raised his head and shouted with almost the last of his strength: "I, Feng Bugui, am worthy of the Tiger Clan!"

"Feng Nanzhi betrayed the Tiger Clan, betrayed Nanhuang, had an affair with Chen Luo, and already gave birth to a daughter!"

The roar of the tiger was mighty, and it spread out of the void in an instant.

Chen Luo frowned, and said with a sly smile, "Hahahaha, Chen Luo, the Tiger Clan will not be safe, it won't be!"

…

outside world.

The sound of the wind not returning spread to the outside world, and it seemed as if the pot had exploded.

"What? Chen Luo and Feng Nanzhi have children?"

"Feng Nanzhi betrayed the Tiger Clan?"

"The human race has indeed been deployed in the Southern Desolation for a long time!"

Even the four great wild soul monsters in the sky frowned slightly.

However, at this moment, a majestic voice sounded from the phoenix tree forest and spread throughout the Southern Desolation.

The voice of the Azure Dragon Emperor, who was deaf just now, sounded full of arrogance.

"This marriage was arranged by this emperor!"

As the Qinglong Emperor's voice spread, the previous discussion suddenly calmed down, but then there was a new discussion.

"Oh, the Azure Dragon Emperor is protecting the matchmaker... Then it's not considered as abandoning Nanhuang!"

"It doesn't count, you think, doesn't this mean that our thighs are thicker?"

"Wait, in this way, even if the Southern Wilderness is handed over to the Tiger Clan, the future will belong to Chen Luo's children, not directly to the imperial court! I agree!"

"That's right, that's right, I was still thinking that the Southern Wilderness would belong to the human race, so I would go far away, but now it seems unnecessary."

On the Tiger Clan's side, sighs of relief came from the ancestor monster stars in the invisible void.

"Let Feng Nanzhi come back! She should be in charge of the Tiger Clan!"

"It's a good thing for the Tiger Clan!"

"The dream of the past, it's time to wake up!"

…

The wind does not return: (ヾ????)

impossible! Can't! its not right!

how so?

Chen Luo took a deep breath, stepped in front of Feng Bugui, stretched out his hand to grab Feng Bugui's neck, and lifted it up.

"Don't worry, you won't be lonely."

"This battle in the Southern Wilderness requires a lesson!"

"I will, slaughter the Maverick lineage, as a wake-up call for future generations!"

The wind does not return, eyes are about to split hoarsely said: "How dare you..."

"I have nothing to dare!"

Chen Luo glanced at Feng Bugui coldly, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist, only to hear a "click", Feng Bugui's head drooped, and a tiger soul floated out, Chen Luo directly grabbed it, put it in a In the jade bottle.

"I'll let you see it with your own eyes!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo grabbed Feng Bugui's body and walked out of the void.

Almost at the same time, Yan Zhitui also walked out grabbing the half-dead Feng Zhankong.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Chen Luo glanced around for a week, and wherever his eyes went, no matter what kind of monster clan he was, he bowed his head to signal.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and said, "The tiger clan has no way, but they are all instigated by the winged tiger lineage where Feng Bugui belongs!"

"From today onwards, Yihu's bloodline will be cut off, and Yihu Qiongqi will be delisted from now on!"

He looked at Miaomiao Void: "The Tiger Clan has an opinion!"

After a while, an old voice came out: "The Maverick is the blood of the Desolate Soul, can you..."

"Besides the Heavenly Tiger, I will protect your Tiger Clan's wild soul bloodline!" Chen Luo said firmly, "If you disagree..."

Chen Luo took a deep breath, and his whole body soared to the sky again: "Tiger Clan, let's fight again!"

Almost as soon as Chen Luo's words fell, phantoms of the holy hall and the Taoist palace appeared in the sky, and a shadow of a tree in the sycamore forest crossed the sky.

The old voice sighed faintly, and no more sound came out.

Only then did Chen Luo smile, looked at the Monster Race coalition army, and said softly: "We have won!"

Immediately, cheers rang out.

At this moment, a sycamore leaf appeared out of thin air and landed on Chen Luo's shoulder. The sycamore leaf fluttered and a divine thought came out.

"Stop messing around with them here."

"Hurry up and rescue the old great-granddaughter..."