|||->->Cheng Ling and others followed the sound and saw a middle-aged woman standing on the edge of the formation, her mask covered with frost, looking at them coldly, her consciousness swept over, and she couldn't even see through Xiu. Because, it is obviously above the tribulation period.
The monks who came before heard her voice and all took the opportunity to escape and stood far away. Xie Feng did not pursue him and returned to Cheng Ling's side.
"Who are you? How dare you break into Feng Yan Sect?"
Xie Feng said: "Xie Feng, this is Cheng Ling. As for him, I don't need to introduce him!"
The middle-aged woman's face darkened, she glanced at Jian Yinghao coldly, and said, "You really don't know how to live or die. It's in vain that Fei Yanran suffered so much for you and dared to leak the location of Feng Yanzong to outsiders."
Jian Yinghao felt a pain in his heart. He really didn't know how much pain Feng Yanran had suffered for him. Just as he was about to speak, Xie Feng stopped him and said, "Senior, I guess you don't know Cheng Ling's identity. You should hurry up and report to Sect Master Feng." Come on! It’s too late, I’m afraid you won’t get any benefits either.”
The middle-aged woman hesitated, glanced at Cheng Ling suspiciously, and asked, "Is he Cheng Ling?"
"You just need to tell Sect Master Feng that we are here for the Ancient Land of Nightmare!"
The middle-aged woman's body trembled, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and she screamed: "How do you know the Ancient Land of Nightmare? Who are you?"
"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't invite Sect Master Feng to come out, we will leave immediately!"
The middle-aged woman glared at Xie Feng fiercely. After a long time, she reluctantly took out a jade slip for sound transmission, said something quickly, and then stared at the three of them closely, not daring to look away for a moment.
Cheng Ling was confused when he heard this, and asked through a message: "Brother Xie Feng, what is going on?"
Xie Feng said: "Brother Cheng, Brother Jian, please be patient. I will handle everything. I guarantee that you can enter Feng Yanzong smoothly, and maybe you can also solve Miss Feng Yanran."
Jian Yinghao felt happy and could only swallow back his doubts.
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and said, "Then I will just be a puppet. Brother Xie Feng will decide everything!"
They waited for a quarter of an hour before Feng Feifei's figure came to the light barrier. Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw that she still looked like the one he saw in Yujing City. She was wearing a blood-red robe, with picturesque features and stunning beauty. Time had not left any trace on her face.
He glanced at the three of them calmly and said to Cheng Ling: "Master Cheng, you don't want to hide yourself to avoid being chased by the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Nangong Family and others, and you still have time to come to our Fengyan Sect. I really don't know what you are thinking. of?"
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly, bowed and said, "Cheng Ling has met Sect Master Feng." After saying that, he stopped talking.
Xie Feng took a step forward and said, "Sect Master Feng, I am Xie Feng, an unknown soldier. I came with Brother Cheng this time just to negotiate a deal with you."
"Oh?" Feng Feifei raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "What deal do you want to discuss?"
"It's very simple. Brother Cheng's Formation Level Master Feng Sect should have heard about it. If you can help Feng Yanzong decipher the formation in the Nightmare Ancient Land, please let Feng Yanran go, and at the same time help us contain the Ouyang Family!"
Feng Feifei's eyes flashed, and she glanced at the three of them. After a long time, she stretched out a finger and tapped the light shield lightly. The light mask instantly revealed a passage about ten feet in diameter, and he said calmly: "Come in!"
The middle-aged woman was anxious and shouted: "Sect Master, they are foreign monks, how can they..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Feng Fei.
He stopped and said calmly: "This sect has its own plans, no need to say more!"
The middle-aged woman shut up immediately.
Xie Feng winked at the two of them and walked into the passage, followed closely by Cheng Ling and Jian Yinghao.
"Follow me!" Feng Feifei said calmly and flew inside first.
The three of them followed.
As soon as he entered the light mask, Cheng Ling immediately felt that the spiritual energy in the space was many times richer. The rich spiritual energy nourished his body, as if he was practicing with every breath, and the speed of transportation around the world became faster, compared to the environment in Wuxiang Valley. Even better.
Flying in the air, overlooking the feet, there are lush green plants everywhere, giant trees reaching into the sky, countless monsters and spiritual plants in the dense forest, bringing a fresh and refreshing breath, as if the body is much lighter .
The three people all praised that the nine major sects were indeed extraordinary. Such an excellent cultivation environment was inherently much higher than others. Jian Yinghao was also flying in mid-air for the first time. He teleported to the outside of Feng Yanzong's formation and was quickly driven away.
After flying for a moment, Xie Feng sent a message to the two of them: "Brother Cheng, Brother Jian, the Ancient Land of Nightmare is a forbidden area in the small heaven of Feng Yan Sect. It is shrouded by a very powerful formation, but the resources and heaven inside are The treasures of materials and materials are many times that of other places.”
"Fengyan Sect has been trying to explore its secrets for tens of thousands of years. Unfortunately, the peripheral formations are too powerful, and we can only get some rare materials on the edge of the ancient land. Another point is that it is said that the Ancient Land of Nightmare is the earliest place where Fengyan Sect The gate of the mountain is located, but it is only because of the great changes in the Small Heaven Territory that it is impossible to enter it."
"Therefore, today's Feng Yan Sect still has many precious inheritances in the Ancient Land of Nightmare, and all the sect leaders of the past generations want to get them."
"Brother Cheng, your formation level is extremely high. You can use this to borrow strength from Feng Yan Sect and use the opportunity to crack the formation formation in the Nightmare Ancient Land to let them release Feng Yanran and help eliminate the Ouyang family!"
The two of them suddenly realized that this was the case. But they were all confused, how did Xie Feng know such important sect secrets?
Cheng Ling secretly thought that Xie Feng must have been here in his inherited memory, so he knew so many things. In this way, it would be a good way to get help from Feng Yan Sect.
The group of people followed Feng Feifei and flew for more than an hour before they saw a huge mountain range standing in front of them. The mountains are very high, tens of thousands of feet high. The top of the mountain reaches straight into the sky, and only half of it is visible.
Shrouded in mist, it was like a dream. Next to the huge mountain range in the middle, there are sporadic peaks standing on both sides. Each one is arranged according to mysterious rules, forming a vague whole. It should be an extremely powerful formation.
Looking down from the middle of the giant peak, there are many castle-shaped buildings standing on the mountain. They are dignified and simple in shape, showing a strong sense of historical precipitation.
Feng Feifei led everyone to the tallest castle and landed slowly. When they arrived here, they saw many monks in red robes standing nearby. When they saw Feng Feifei, they all bowed and saluted.
Feng Feifei nodded slightly and walked straight towards the castle. Everyone followed her and walked along. There were many spiritual flowers and spiritual fruits planted along the road, and the scenery was meandering. There are many jade carvings on the city walls, including the ethereal God of Fire, beauties with longing eyes, witches in colorful clothes, or the fragrance of cinnamon wine and pepper paste.
The clothes of the disciples seen along the road were also very exquisite, with the main colors of Zhuang, crimson, golden fireflies, plain green, and blue, with embroidery such as dragons, phoenixes, and birds.
The embroidery is supplemented by branches, grass leaves, flowers and geometric patterns. The composition is unique and vivid, fully demonstrating the rich imagination and mythical culture.
Cheng Ling secretly nodded. Although Feng Yan Sect is located in the south, its environment and the attire of its disciples are full of imagination and history. It should be regarded as the oldest sect in Canglan Continent.
As Feng Fei flew away for a stick of incense, he came to a hall in the castle. The roof in the hall is extremely high, and the transparent glazed tiles on the roof are bent into a semicircle, allowing people to see the scenery on the top, which is very clever.
There is a huge long table in the hall, which must be the place where Feng Yanzong discusses matters. Feng Feifei sat down in front of the long table in the middle. With a wave of her right hand, she motioned for Cheng Ling and others to take a seat, and then ordered the maid behind her: "Please come over, the two princes and elders, and let Jinghong and Yanran come too!"
The maid took the order and went.
She turned her beautiful eyes, stared at Jian Yinghao for a while, and asked, "Do you like Yanran?"
Jian Yinghao hesitated and said bravely: "Miss Feng is a proud daughter of heaven. Jian Yinghao doesn't dare to reach high places, but she is kind to me. She really can't bear the punishment of the sect. I also ask Master Feng to show mercy. All mistakes will be borne by me." .”
Feng Feifei nodded slightly and stopped talking. The three of them could only keep silent!
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly in his heart. The other party's attitude was unpredictable. Since he brought the three of himself into the sect without explaining how he planned to deal with it, he was really confused. Xie Feng, on the other hand, sat calmly on the armchair and winked at Cheng Ling, looking confident.
Not long after, another group of monks walked in. Feng Feifei stood up and said to the two old women in the lead: "Master, Master, I forgive Feifei for interrupting the two Qing cultivators, please take a seat."
The two old women nodded briefly and sat down next to Feng Feifei. The remaining monks, four women and one man, also sat down.
Cheng Ling's consciousness swept away and his heart froze. The seven monks who came in were all in the Mahayana stage. It seems that their momentum is still above the middle stage of Mahayana. Especially the two old women, whose auras were restrained and incomprehensible at all, were no worse than the Jiao King.
After everyone sat down, Ye Jinghong and Feng Yanran walked in. When the latter saw Cheng Ling and the others, his eyes immediately turned to Jian Yinghao. He felt happy, and then frowned, really worried about them.
Jian Yinghao looked at Feng Yanran and felt relieved when he saw that the other party's style remained the same and she didn't seem to be suffering any pain. But now there are many elders in front of her who dare not speak to her.
Feng Feifei glanced around, and finally landed in front of Cheng Ling and said, "Grandmaster Cheng, can you tell me how you know about the Ancient Land of Nightmare?"
Cheng Ling smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to answer.
Xie Feng said: "Master Feng, I learned this from the classics left by our ancestors, so there is no need to delve deeper into this! Do you dare to ask if you are willing to make a deal with us?"
One of the old women asked: "Sect Master, what kind of deal is this?"
Feng Feifei said: "Master, this is Grandmaster Cheng. His formation level is very high, even better than Li Guanglin. I don't know where I learned about the existence of the Nightmare Ancient Land in Feng Yan Sect, and I want to help us crack the formation." The price is to forgive Yanran's previous sins, become a Taoist companion with this swordsman, and more importantly, help eliminate the Ouyang family!"
"What?" Jian Yinghao's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help shouting. He glanced at Feng Yanran who had a shy face and didn't know what to say!
