Jun Fengyao's eyes were calm and calm, and she said softly: "With all due respect, I would like to ask you to help me kill this powerful enemy."
Now that she has truly succeeded to the throne, she is now in control of the formations of the Holy Palace and the Golden Dragon of Luck, and can exert their true magical effects.
Although she has not yet returned to the world and cannot gather the power of the people in the world.
But it is more than enough to gather the power of hundreds of civil and military officials to kill the invading enemies.
Jun Yan and his ministers all claimed so, and then waves of power floated out from them and converged towards the Golden Dragon of Luck.
The golden dragon of luck became extremely solid, roared and rushed towards the Netherworld Sword Master high in the sky, and cooperated with the formation of the Holy Palace to strangle the Netherworld Sword Master with all its strength.
The Netherworld Sword Master was entangled by Lin Fengmian and was already stretched thin. Now that he saw the formation and the luck golden dragon coming to strangle him, his scalp was numb.
With Lin Fengmian cooperating with the Luck Golden Dragon, he is no different from attacking a saint's lair.
He didn't care about exposing his identity anymore. At this moment, he just wanted to leave the Holy Palace first and then make plans.
Lin Fengmian stopped the Netherworld Sword Master and said with a sinister smile: "Now that we are here, why bother leaving in a hurry?"
The Netherworld Sword Master was entangled and said angrily: "Boy, don't be ignorant of praise!"
Lin Fengmian spread out his Evil God Domain, covering all directions, and said solemnly: "I don't know how to praise you, what's wrong with you?"
The Netherworld Sword Master was surrounded by Luck Golden Dragon and Lin Fengmian, and he quickly said: "Ye Xuefeng, Jun Fengyao, stop it!"
"This saint is the Netherworld Sword Saint under the command of the Tiansha Palace! On the order of the Supreme, I am here to take you back to the Tiansha Palace to meet the Supreme."
Lin Fengmian had always wondered why the Heavenly Evil Supreme and the Netherworld Sword Master got involved, and he couldn't help but stop after hearing this.
"You said it was under the orders of the Supreme Being?"
The Luck Golden Dragon can be regarded as the incarnation of Jun Fengyao, and when he stopped, he stopped attacking the Netherworld Sword Master.
The Netherworld Sword Master thought he was scared, so he smiled coldly and said proudly, "That's right, the Supreme Lord has called you to the Tiansha Palace to have an audience!"
"If you are sensible, please follow me back to meet the Supreme Being, otherwise I will have no choice but to escort you back."
Although he originally wanted to capture Lin Fengmian and take him back, since this kid had become a saint, he naturally had to trick him into getting there.
Anyway, the Supreme Lord only said to take him back to the Tiansha Palace, and did not say that he would be captured. It was better to invite him back.
As long as he goes to Tiansha Palace, can he still escape from the palm of the Supreme Being?
You can't be so rigid as a person, you have to adapt to changes.
Lin Fengmian frowned and said, "Why did the Supreme call me?"
How could the Netherworld Sword Master know this? He was just an errand boy.
But he looked arrogant and said: "You'll find out when you get there!"
Lin Fengmian sneered: "So you don't know, then you have no value in keeping, so die!"
He was filled with murderous intent, and countless sword energies flew out from all directions in an instant, rushing toward the Netherworld Sword Master.
The Netherworld Sword Master did not expect that Lin Fengmian would suddenly explode, and he was caught off guard and received several sword blows from him.
He didn't care about anything else and quickly expanded his own domain - the Netherworld Ghost Domain.
The surroundings were suddenly filled with dense fog and ghostly atmosphere, as if a real ghost realm had come to the world.
The Netherworld Sword Master said angrily: "Boy, what are you doing? Do you want to make an enemy of my Tiansha Palace?"
Although he wanted to catch Lin Fengmian, this guy just attacked him before he even revealed his purpose?
I am a member of the Tiansha Palace. In Beiming, who wouldn't give me a little favor from the Tiansha Palace?
This stupid young man actually dared to take action directly. Does this mean he doesn't know how powerful the Supreme Lord Tiansha is?
Lin Fengmian's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "You liar, don't pretend to be the Netherworld Sword Master here and cheat."
"How can a person like the Netherworld Sword Master hide his head and show his tail, let alone come to make trouble at the succession ceremony of my Lord Yan Sheng Emperor!"
While pretending to be dumbfounded, he tried his best to kill him.
This Netherworld Sword Master must die. If he doesn't die, who will make room for Luo Xue?
Now that time is running out, how rare it is for this fool to come to the door by himself, hiding his head and tail.
Why don't you take this opportunity to pretend to be stupid and kill him, and keep him alive for the New Year?
The Netherworld Sword Master hurriedly accepted the attack and said anxiously: "I am really Netherworld, look at the Netherworld Ghost Sword in my hand and this Netherworld Ghost Realm!"
But you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Lin Fengmian was determined to kill now, and he would attack without mercy.
When Jun Fengyao saw Lin Fengmian taking action, she also controlled the Luck Golden Dragon to kill the Netherworld Sword Master.
Unexpectedly, the Netherworld Sword Master went out today without looking at the almanac, and met two lunatics who were not afraid of death, and did not even give him the face of the Supreme God of Evil.
He could only fend off the flanking attacks of Lin Fengmian and the Luck Golden Dragon while roaring angrily.
"Ye Xuefeng, Jun Yunshang, do you despise the Supreme Being and want to declare war on my Tiansha Palace?"
His figure disappeared and appeared in the electric light, wandering around the battlefield like a phantom, and his sword moves were even more bizarre. The phantoms turned into sword lights and rushed towards Lin Fengmian.
Every attack of these phantom sword lights brings violent fluctuations of sword energy, making it difficult to grasp their true position.
After hearing his words, Lin Fengmian snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He put one hand on the Golden Dragon of Luck, touched it between his eyebrows, and shouted softly: "Fen Qing!"
The grievances from all directions in the Junyan Dynasty were forcibly transported by the Luck Golden Dragon, pouring down into Lin Fengmian's body.
The already weak Golden Dragon of Luck was instantly drained of its strength by this move and scattered back into the Sea of Luck.
Jun Fengyao was unable to sit on the throne and could only look worriedly at the battlefield high in the sky.
Lin Fengmian turned on Fen Qing firstly to make a quick decision, and secondly because he was reminded by the Netherworld Sword Master and did not want Jun Fengyao to continue to interfere with this matter.
He can kill the Nether Sword Saint, but it is best for Jun Fengyao not to get involved.
After a moment, Lin Fengmian opened his dark eyes, his strength surged instantly, and his insight reached its peak.
He is no longer troubled by these phantom sword lights and can easily distinguish between reality and reality.
His body dissipated and suddenly appeared behind the Netherworld Sword Master. He slashed hard at the Netherworld Sword Master's back with a sword, and the thunderous sword light illuminated the boundless ghost realm.
The Nether Sword Master sensed the crisis and hurriedly used the magic form of heaven and earth - Nether Soul Shadow.
His appearance is like a hundred-foot ghost shadow, sometimes gathering into a huge entity, sometimes splitting into countless ghosts.
Each ghost carries a cold breath, is as fast as thunder, and like an invisible blade, nimbly wanders in the ghost realm, as if the ghosts of the netherworld are dancing on the battlefield.
"This move of yours is a bit interesting."
Lin Fengmian's voice was cold and eerie. Black mist surrounded him, and the hundred-foot-tall Eight Desolate Evil Gods quietly appeared in the darkness.
The Netherworld Sword Master snorted coldly, and the Netherworld ghost shadow turned into countless ghosts and launched an attack on Lin Fengmian.
Lin Fengmian was content and undaunted. The sword wings were like black wind, driving violent thunder and lightning across the sky.
The four heads of the Eight Desolate Evil Gods are flamboyant and fierce, their sword wings are flying, and their eight arms are waving, like the ghost king in the boundless ghost realm.
The images of the two Mahayana saints kept intersecting in the air, and the sword energy and shadows on the entire battlefield were shrouded in the realm of the two.
The power of thunder and the underworld are colliding fiercely. The thunder light flashes and the shadows sway, like a duel between darkness and light between heaven and earth.
