"Your Highness, can you answer me now, why did a mere Tao-killing king suppress your majestic Chinese dynasty?"
The boy in Heaven spoke lazily. He covered his eyes, but looked in the direction of Xia Ziang.
After knowing the origin of the old monkey, Xia Ziang's depression was mostly gone, but the boy's cynical voice made him frown slightly.
"You don't need to call me His Royal Highness, my name is Xia Zi'ang."
"Feng Yichen."
The young man's mouth curled up slightly and he also reported his name.
"That heavenly general brought a piece of green copper, the level of which was far higher than that of our imperial dragon cauldron. As soon as he brought it out, he completely suppressed our pilgrim soldiers."
Ye Nan was startled when she heard this. She had also seen a piece of green copper before, and it also came from the Yuhua Dynasty.
Several fragments flashed quickly in her beautiful eyes, and then she flicked it with her bare hands, and a simple and atmospheric green copper block appeared in the air, with green traces all over its body flickering, and it was evolved by Ye Nan from her memory.
"The green copper you mentioned looks like this?"
Ye Nan opened her red lips lightly and asked Xiang Ziang. Her voice was ethereal and like the sound of nature.
Her intuition told her that the green copper might be closely related to her brother's death.
Xia Ziang looked at it carefully, then pondered for a moment and said:
"The material is definitely the same object, but the shape is different. It is probably its different parts."
Before Ye Nan could speak, Feng Yichen's voice suddenly came.
"I suggest you not to explore this thing in depth."
When Ye Nan and Xia Ziang heard this, they both looked at him. This guy obviously knew something.
Seeing the two of them, Feng Yichen raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, raised his body in the void, and supported his head with his hands.
From the moment he appeared, he never stood up and maintained a lazy posture throughout.
Does this guy have no bones and can't stand up? Xia Ziang couldn't help but curse.
But suddenly, he seemed to catch something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Ye Nan's eyes turned cold for the same moment, her crystal white body glowed, and the surrounding air suddenly became bone-chilling.
Behind Feng Yichen, a dark shadow appeared vaguely. It was extremely faint, like a ghost, blending into the void, erratic and difficult to capture.
The black shadow is in an extremely strange state. If one could look at it, it would fade away until it completely disappeared.
But if you glance with your peripheral vision, you will find that there is indeed a hazy mist there.
Moreover, the more you use your heart to sense it, the more you can feel the endless murderous thoughts and bone-shattering coldness. It is like Shura Hell, bloody and horrifying, and you can feel thousands of steel needles stabbing your body in an instant.
But suddenly, the Shura Hell disappeared like ice and snow, and was replaced by the Buddha's light, which was extremely peaceful and warm.
The Senluo Hell and the Mysterious Pure Land coexist, which is an extremely inconsistent feeling.
"Old Qi."
Feng Yichen stood up like a carp, landed on the ground very lightly, and then saluted the black figure. Although he had an uninhibited smile, he looked very respectful.
"Ahem...I'm old, I'm old, I can't control myself."
The black shadows gradually condensed together, and then an old man with gray hair and dim eyes walked out. He didn't know how many layers of wrinkles had accumulated on his face.
He was hunched over, trembling, and very old. Every few steps he took, he would break out into a heartbreaking cough, looking extremely weak.
Ye Nan's beautiful eyes showed a strange color, and although the old man seemed to be right in front of him, he had an ethereal feeling. His whole body was blurry, as if he didn't exist in this world, and seemed to be integrated with this world, unable to catch any of his fluctuations.
"Mr. Qi is my heavenly sage, one of the few remaining saints in the world." Feng Yichen introduced.
As soon as the identity of the old man was revealed, both Ye Nan and Xia Ziang stared blankly at the trembling old man in front of them.
Look old and frail?
What a joke, even a single strand of hair from the old man in front of him would be as heavy as billions of dollars, enough to kill thousands of troops in an instant.
That's not all, he even came from Heaven, the head of the three great killer dynasties, and was a legendary killer saint. In that distant era, he assassinated countless targets, and I'm afraid some saints fell among them!
What's even more frightening is that he must have the complete secret of calligraphy. Want to escape? No matter where you go, he will be waiting for you!
The world seemed to freeze, time seemed to have stopped, and the river mouth delta suddenly became silent.
"Cough...cough!"
The old man seemed to want to laugh, but then he coughed violently again. After a long time, he finally spoke tremblingly:
"Haha... The old age is already gone. This world in the future belongs to you young people after all."
He is full of kindness and smiles. Even though his eyes are dim, you can feel a kind of kindness from the heart in his cloudy eyes.
Ye Nan couldn't help but feel a little confused. In her impression, the killers of the Shen Dynasty were a group of demons who had annihilated humanity. She had faced the killers of the Shen Dynasty twice. The sea-like killing intent could break bones and bones. Deep in the soul.
In front of her, whether it was the cynical Feng Yichen or the solemn old monkey, they were completely inconsistent with her usual impression of the killer dynasty. And the legendary killer saint who appeared now was as simple as a dying man. He looked like an old man, which directly subverted her understanding of killers.
But the feeling of hell that the old man exuded before, and the feeling of being stabbed by tens of thousands of steel needles, far exceeded every divine killer she had encountered before! It is enough to prove that this kind old man was once a heavenly killer with blood-stained hands, and even a saint of killers!
It can be said that in this world, the target targeted by this old man is equivalent to being directly declared dead, with no possibility of escape!
Ye Nan's face was solemn, and the old man seemed like a shadow. Even if he was close in front of her, she still couldn't feel the old man's existence at all.
Entering the realm of a saint and realizing the transformation from mortal to saint has completely transcended the shackles of the mortal body, and can even be said to be a life form of another level.
"Now that the reminiscing about old times is over, let's go and have some fun with the kids from Shen Dynasty. I'm dying, so I won't be able to walk around for too long."
Feng Yichen moved when he heard the words and nodded slightly.
Then he looked at Ye Nan with a smile. Bai Lian, whose eyes were covered, stood out in the dark night.
"Fairy, would you like to come with me to witness a glorious ending?"
Ye Nan's eyes were like water, like an iceberg beauty, she looked at him quietly, and her eyes seemed to pass directly through him without any movement.
Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Feng Yichen's mouth curved even higher, and he turned to Xia Zi'ang again.
"Then what does this young master think?"
Not to mention how disgusted Xia Ziang was, but the other person was here to help him, and it was difficult to get angry, so he could only stare at him dryly, extremely helpless.
"It seems that both of you have the stars as your friends and the sun and the moon as your companions. You are not alone in your heart. Naturally, you have no intention of traveling together, so I won't bother you any more."
After saying that, he simply disappeared into the void and disappeared.
On the spot, only Ye Nan, who was as cold as a fairy, and Xia Ziang, whose face was covered with black lines, were left.
They glanced at the old monkey, who nodded, and then turned into a magical rainbow, extending in a certain direction of Zhongzhou, and disappeared in an instant.
The old man from heaven smiled, his figure gradually faded, and also disappeared.
For a time, the delta was quiet, and the rushing river rushed into the distance, and the waves rolled over, carrying away a few broken pieces of wood.
