Not to mention Feng Luochen, who was heading towards the Demon God Mountain. At this time, at the top of the immortal world, in the main hall of the Yunshang Heavenly Palace.
Jian Beichen was standing with his head bowed, his face full of frustration and unwillingness. Jian Taixu was sitting on the throne. Although he had not spoken, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing.
"Master, I..."
"Shut up, you useless thing. You have completely ruined the face of Yunshang Tiangong." Jian Beichen was about to speak, but unexpectedly he was greeted by Jian Taixu, who scolded him.
With Jian Taixu's methods, it is naturally not difficult to know everything that happens in the human world. He would never have thought that with Jian Beichen's strength at the third level of the Emperor's Realm, he would be unable to do anything to Feng Luochen, who was half a step closer to the Emperor's Realm.
"Hmph, I didn't expect that my disciple could not defeat that guy's descendant. Jian Beichen, Jian Beichen, you really disappoint me. Don't say it, you didn't lose. His cultivation is poor. I have beaten you so much, and if the battle ends in a draw, then you lose."
"I didn't expect that the human boy that day would be that guy's descendant. If I had known so, I should have killed him under the Leifeng Pagoda that day. Now that I know his identity, I It’s better not to bully the younger generation rashly.” The guy Jian Taixu was talking about was naturally the Qingtian Sword Emperor.
At this time, a light of hatred flashed in his eyes. The hatred between Qingtian Sword Emperor and Jian Taixu can be said to be as deep as the sea.
There is not only hatred between them for seizing their wives. Qingtian Sword Emperor is more like a big mountain, suppressing Jian Taixu for a lifetime.
"Hmph, compared to you, a useless thing, Shen Xiangyun did not disappoint me. Su Xin'er is on her way back to the immortal world at this time. The face of my Yunshang Tiangong can be regarded as temporarily saved. Otherwise, the descendants of the Immortal Lord If my fiancée runs away with someone else, then I will definitely become the laughing stock of the six realms."
"With Shen Xiangyun's methods, you will be able to marry Su Xiner in half a year. During this period, I will teach you well. You have to fight for the face you have lost. After half a year, if you don't You have made great progress, so don’t be my disciple, Jian Taixu.”
"I hope you will remember the shame of Long Xiaoyao and Feng Jiutian's defeat, and that boy's hatred of seizing his wife. In the past six months, I will attack you with all my strength. When I can beat you to a disability, I will Heal your wounds. In this thin line between life and death, I want to see if you can continuously break through yourself." Jian Taixu glanced at Jian Beichen coldly.
There was also a flash of hatred in his eyes. He waved his sleeves, and he and Jian Beichen instantly appeared in a land of ice and snow.
There was heavy snow falling around him, and Jian Beichen felt a bone-chilling chill even though he had the cultivation of the third level of the Emperor Realm.
"You must have heard that this place is an extremely cold purgatory. Beichen, you not only need to use your skills to contend with this extremely cold force. You also need to face my stormy attacks. Although you can't Death, but the feeling between life and death will be extremely real." Jian Taixu smiled coldly, and then drew his sword towards Jian Beichen.
I saw snowflakes all over the sky and sword shadows flying in the air. In just a few moments, Jian Beichen was lying in the snow covered in blood and flesh.
Jian Taixu gently flicked his sleeves, and an extremely strong immortal power poured into his body. With the help of Jian Taixu's immortal power, Jian Beichen's wounds were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After Jian Beichen recovered as before, Jian Taixu continued to draw his sword towards him. In this confrontation, Jian Beichen only managed to hold on for a moment, and then lay in the snow in a bloody state.
Jian Taixu continued to use his immortal power to treat Jian Beichen's injuries. Immediately afterwards, a new round of unilateral ravages began again.
Jian Beichen was seriously injured again and again, and recovered again and again. Although he was not in fear of his life, the physical pain was extremely real and unbearable.
"Beichen, you can become a master only if you endure hardships. Only in the moment of life and death can you stimulate your potential. If you don't want to be beaten, use your brain to figure out how to defeat me." Jian Taixu's cold expression The words reached Jian Beichen's ears.
When Jian Beichen heard this, he was speechless for a while. Although Jian Taixu suppressed his cultivation, every time his strength increased by one point, Jian Taixu would also increase his strength by one point.
With Jian Taixu's cultivation, it was impossible for Jian Beichen to defeat him. However, under such cruel training, Jian Beichen's strength also made a qualitative leap.
He didn't want to suffer this physical pain, so he had no choice but to find ways to continue to seek breakthroughs. Although every time he fought, he could not escape the bloody ending.
But the time he persisted was getting longer and longer.
"My disciples must not lose to the descendants of the Qingtian Sword Emperor. Beichen, after you come out of seclusion, you must fight for your lost face. In these six months, I will let you see what you are like." How much can it be improved?" Jian Taixu's voice, mixed with Jian Beichen's scream, echoed in the extremely cold purgatory.
Jian Taixu's bloody destruction was actually another confrontation between him and Qingtian Sword Emperor. Even though he was no match for the Qingtian Sword Emperor, his disciples could never lose to the opponent's successor.
As we all know, the capital of the demon world is Bauhinia City. Most of the Dragon Clan people live on Jiulong Mountain in Bauhinia City.
The capital of the Phoenix Clan is called the Phoenix Capital. In the center of the Phoenix City is the Phoenix Divine Palace, the residence of the Phoenix royal family.
At this time, in the Phoenix Palace, Feng Jiutian was standing with his hands behind his back. In front of him was a golden pagoda.
This pagoda is the forbidden area of the Phoenix Clan - the Nirvana Tower. It is said that in the Nirvana Tower, there are countless magical weapons of the ancestors of the Phoenix clan.
It can only be obtained by being destined to the right person. The senior masters of the Phoenix Clan will choose Nirvana one after another before the end is approaching.
The success rate of Phoenix Nirvana, although pitiful, is still better than sitting still and waiting for death. Before Nirvana, they will seal all their skills and magical weapons into the Nirvana Tower.
Even if those senior masters failed to reach nirvana, their inheritance could still be preserved. The younger generations of the Phoenix Clan can enter the Nirvana Tower to gain experience.
Those peerless skills were sealed in their divine weapons by those senior masters. The divine weapons all have spirituality, and they will choose the descendants of the Phoenix clan who are compatible with them.
In the battle at Emei Jinding that day, the Feng Clan could be said to be the final winner. Feng Jinglei not only defeated the three gods of Sun, Moon and Star, but also defeated the Sword Emperor Xia Houwu.
Even Feng Fangfei, who had been dead for thousands of years, returned to the Feng Clan. The Feng clan suddenly gained a great reputation, which could be said to be unprecedented.
But Feng Jiutian felt extremely aggrieved in her heart. Even though he defeated Jian Beichen, he was crushed by the Sun, Moon and Star.
If Feng Jinglei hadn't appeared in time, he might have perished in the human world. At this moment, Feng Jiutian wanted to enter the Nirvana Tower.
He tried to find opportunities and use them to strengthen himself. He smiled wildly, with deep confidence in his eyes.
He put his hands behind his back and immediately stepped into the Nirvana Tower. There is a strange dense forest in the Demon God Mountain.
In this dense forest, there is also blood-red mist rising. This dense forest is extremely mysterious, and it seems to contain boundless murderous intent.
And in the blood-red mist, there was a faint cry of killing. At this time, a thin young man suddenly appeared in the sky above this dense forest.
However, the strange thing is that the posture of this young man is very strange. He was not standing or lying down.
He was hunched over, as if there was a big invisible hand holding the back of his neck. This young man seemed to be imprisoned.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape control. His face was full of pleading, but he was eventually thrown into the jungle.
Immediately afterwards, the young man's wailing sound came from the dense forest.
"Father, please spare me, I beg you."
"You are such an unlucky little monkey, you still dare to talk nonsense. Long Xiaoyao and Feng Jiutian have both broken through to the third level of the Emperor Realm for a long time. You are the only one who is still stuck in the second level of the Emperor Realm. I am old Sun's face has been completely ruined by you."
"You have been eating, drinking and having fun during the years that I, Sun, have been in seclusion. When I, Sun, came out of seclusion, you were still drinking with that boy Long Xiaoyao. If you don't break this bloodthirsty killing formation this time, look at me I won’t break your legs if I am old Sun.” A strange and dark world, surrounded by gusts of sinister wind.
A cold wind blew in my face, making me feel chilly for no reason. The dark world is filled with screams.
There are also countless wandering souls floating around. This place is the mysterious and strange underworld. Somewhere in the underworld, there is a blood-red vortex.
In front of this whirlpool, two men in black robes were standing side by side. One of them is a handsome young man.
He had strange long gray-white hair, and his face was pale and bloodless. But his eyes were particularly shining.
There is still a faint, strange flame shining inside. The other person is a charming middle-aged man.
He had gray hair on his temples, a hooked nose and thin lips, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. Although his figure is very thin, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.
His eyes were like black holes, one could not help but get lost in them.
"Wang Er, these eighteen levels of hell are not easy to break into, so be careful."
"Father, don't worry, my son is gone." The gray-haired young man smiled slightly, and then jumped into the blood-red vortex.
As he entered, there were also bursts of shrill screams coming from inside. These two men in black robes are none other than Pluto Jiuyou and Prince Huang Quan.
Maybe it's something that has its own destiny. The proud men of all walks of life and all races are working hard to strengthen themselves at this time.
Perhaps this also indicates that a storm is coming. As the saying goes, the storm is coming, maybe the seemingly peaceful six realms will be in chaos again.
