One hundred and fifty feet away, almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan stepped into the gate of Taiyue Mountain.
Everyone was stunned.
As Jiang Fan slowly stopped, he gently took off the golden hammer and struck it on the red drum, and the thunderous sound of the drum spread in all directions.
"Your Majesty, King Jiangfan of Zhenxi, please go to the Sun Peak to meet the Holy Spirit——!"
This sound was loud and long, echoing in Taiyue Mountain.
Everyone stood dumbly, looking at Jiang Xiaoyao who was obviously exhausted.
"Just...give up?" someone said bitterly.
"It's over once we enter the mountain. If we take action again, the imperial court can justifiably take action. Not even Taiyue will allow it..." Someone looked gloomy and sighed sadly.
Wu Feng, with the remaining eighty or so strong men behind him, looked at Guanri Peak with a complicated expression and slowly bowed down.
Afterwards, he sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up to the sky and shouted: "The sinner Wu Feng avenged his master, disobeyed orders for personal reasons, left his post without permission, acted recklessly, and murdered the King of Zhenxi. I am willing to commit suicide to apologize -!"
Before the voice dissipated, his body was shaking suddenly, blood beads seeping out from his skin, and his head slowly dropped.
More than 80 people behind him also killed themselves at the same time, and more than 80 corpses fell to the ground almost at the same time.
Jiang Fan looked at this scene and sighed in his heart. This was a crime. If he died, no one in the imperial court would have anything to do with it.
It was just Wu Feng's words to avenge his master that made Jiang Fan feel a little surprised. He knew Wu Feng very well and knew that he was the only direct disciple of Spear King Zhao Jia, but he didn't expect that he would use this as an excuse. It was really reasonable.
The others glanced at Jiang Fan with complicated eyes, quickly sorted out the remains on the ground, and dispersed in an instant.
Jiang Fan raised his head and looked into the distance, and Feng Chen seemed to catch his gaze and slowly shook his head: "Losing... the victory is over."
Yun Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to be a little relaxed, but more out of emotion: "Under such circumstances, he actually made a comeback in the most unexpected way. The great monster in the world, the World Honored One will never deceive me..."
As she spoke, she stared at the shabby King Xiaoyao: "Jiang Fan... I should thank you for allowing me to continue the investigation. One day, the truth will come to light. Goodbye!"
After saying that, he slowly retreated backwards like a phantom until he disappeared.
Zhang's eyes were wide open at this moment, and his mouth was a little unable to close. Everything had changed rapidly just now. Although it was shrouded in a glorious light, not everyone could not see it.
He discovered that the heavy blow did not come from Jiang Fan, but from the little girl on his neck.
That white, tender, meaty little fist smashed the formation's eye with just one punch, and the little guy was still giggling happily.
After rubbing my eyes for a long time, I finally couldn't help but cursed: "Grandma, what the hell -"
The waiter was stunned: "Master..."
Zhang shook his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Don't ask, I don't understand even if you ask me. There are... all monsters and monsters around me!"
"Master, I don't understand what you are saying..."
"Anyway, remember, even if you are a dog next to him, you must pay attention to me..."
The waiter opened his mouth wide, not knowing why.
On Guanri Peak, Princess Chen's face was distorted: "This...how is this possible!"
The third prince held his forehead with one hand, his expression equally complicated and indescribable: "This person...can't be killed?"
Princess Chen shouted at him angrily: "You said it was foolproof! Why is this happening?"
The third prince ignored her noise at all and lowered his head in thought.
After a long while, he directly threw Princess Chen away, turned around and ordered: "Send the order to hold the Dragon Guards to account. In addition, the lonely king is not strict in running the army, so he should... bear the thorn and plead guilty."
Princess Chen was stunned and then said angrily: "Did you listen to me?"
The third prince just glanced at her, turned and left, with disdain in his eyes.
"Ji Zongyao! You..."
Princess Chen yelled angrily, but the other party turned around and disappeared.
Princess Chen angrily slapped the pen, ink, paper and inkstone off the table.
But she didn't expect that the third prince's fingers were trembling as he walked out, and his expression became ghastly.
"Jiang Fan...who are you...or what kind of monster are you..."
On the Floating Cloud Pavilion, the sick man elder slowly put the white pieces in his hands back into the box. His eyes were lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
The dead elder finally turned around and sat down again.
"Tao Zun's methods, Literary Saint's handiwork, Sun Lao Yao's mysterious skills, inexplicable secret techniques, mountains and seas and strange beasts... No wonder you can sit still..."
The sick man shook his head slightly: "I don't know either, it's no different from you."
Yousi looked at him silently for a while: "He wants to show his power to the world."
The sick man shook his head: "No one can confirm their relationship."
Yousei said slowly: "No matter how he got it, people will always be extremely afraid of him."
"Isn't this effect very good for him?"
"But I suspect that they are indeed closely related."
"Even if you are suspicious, others will be more cautious."
The dead elder stared at him: "I will investigate the truth behind this."
The sick man sighed softly: "You are so anxious..."
The dead elder looked gloomy: "Another thousand years have passed, and the prophecy is coming. I can't wait."
Elder Sick Man was silent for a long time before he said: "It's just an excuse..."
Yousei snorted: "You alone can't change the direction of Taiyue."
The sick man elder seemed a little helpless, staring at the remaining chess game: "The world is like chess, unpredictable, who can tell how the wind and cloud will gather..."
"You can be ambiguous, but not the Holy Land. We must have a clear understanding and a clear purpose."
After that, he stood up and walked away with an extremely gloomy look.
The sick man elder looked down the mountain: "There is not much time left for you. If there is a strong wind, I hope it will pick up soon..."
At this moment, Jiang Fan was also looking up at the top of the mountain. Three drums were beating, golden gongs were loud, and a sharp but majestic voice was ringing.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a decree. King Jiangfan of Zhenxi is going to the mountain to pay homage——"
Jiang Fan turned around and looked at a certain location again. That was where Feng Chen was, and their eyes seemed to meet across the distance again.
"Fengchen...the seventh day of July is not far away..."
After saying that, he smiled, turned around and walked towards Guanri Peak with his weak body.
In mid-air, Feng Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. It's the seventh day of the seventh lunar month... It's not going to be easy..."
However, at this moment, he suddenly saw Jiang Fan staggering and almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, the woman behind him helped him in time.
Then I heard Jiang Fan's unhappy voice: "What? When did there be an additional threshold here?"
Feng Chen shook his head, knowing that he had completely lost his strength. Unfortunately, that mountain gate blocked all possibilities of making another move.
Finally, he swung his big cloak and flew away in the air.
At the same time, Lu Tiezui walked quickly into the cave carrying the fortune-telling flag.
"Your Majesty..."
Emperor Ping slowly opened his eyes: "I heard the sound of bells and drums."
