"Yes, as you think in your heart, we belong to the Feng clan."
Feng Yan's eyes slowly swept across the dozens of people, and then he bowed deeply towards the south wall, and his voice suddenly became passionate.
"Although our branch has declined, we cannot forget the mission passed down by our ancestors. Therefore, we must continue the bloodline of our ancestors at all costs, because only in this way can we have the opportunity to avenge ourselves and avenge our previous shame."
These words were like an invisible seed that began to germinate in the hearts of every Feng family disciple, and they gradually stopped crying.
Feng Sanniang wiped away her tears, turned to look at the high-hanging portrait in the middle of the south wall, and muttered: "No wonder there are only portraits of ancestors in the ancestral hall. I'm afraid every generation of family heads has no shame to leave a memorial tablet..." ...."
"Sanniang is right!"
Feng Yan looked at Feng Sanniang, nodded, and said painfully: "Because we still dare not, and we don't have the strength to restore our clan name. How can we, who are still surviving, have the dignity to leave a memorial tablet?"
Everyone looked at the portrait together, and then lowered their heads in shame.
As soon as he said this, there was a loud noise outside, and then a person ran in in a panic and shouted: "Ancestor, it's bad, our defensive formation has been breached."
Everyone's expressions changed, and Feng Yan asked hurriedly: "You can still hold on to half a stick of incense, but how could it happen so quickly?"
The man hurriedly replied: "A group of people suddenly came outside the formation. They set up the spirit-breaking formation. They were led by two masters in the middle stage of the Spirit King Realm."
An old woman thought for a moment and then said, "Can you tell which force they belong to?"
"I think their clothes should be disciples of Qingming Mountain, but after breaking through the formation, they didn't come in."
"This is bad, we can't wait any longer, activate the Yin spirit energy..."
The three old women hurriedly began to perform the rituals, and strands of blood turned into talisman patterns in the spring water, and began to flicker.
As the runes flashed, the cold air continued to gush out from the Yinling Spring, and as the runes flashed faster, the speed and intensity of the outflow also increased. .qgν.
The temperature at the scene suddenly began to drop rapidly, and wisps of ice crystals began to condense and accumulate rapidly above the Yinling Spring. It's just that the cold air has just begun to accumulate, but the sound of fighting is already approaching. And this cold air needs to accumulate enough to burst out with enough power in an instant. Obviously, this will take some time to accumulate.
Feng Yan glanced at the unformed ice ball, handed a jade slip to Feng Sanniang, glanced at her with some affection, and said: "Protect this jade slip, it contains detailed records of each clan leader. Only then can we know the secret.”
Then he turned around, looked at the man and woman on the other side, and said, "Da Lang, Er Niang, you protect S Niang, I will hold them back."
Feng Sanniang straightened her body and said resolutely: "Dad, Sanniang will go with you!"
"No! You need to maintain sufficient spiritual power to break through with all your strength."
Feng Yan shook his head and took one step forward to reach the entrance of the ancestral hall. The voice came slowly again, "Remember your mission."
Outside the Feng family's ancestral land, a young man flew into the air from the ground and came to a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a square face. He cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "Master, Master, the arrangement of the Locking Cold Formation has been completed. Disciple, are you ready?" We need to bring others to attack together."
This square-faced man's name is Fang Tian. He is the third disciple of the elder in Qingming Mountain, and he is at the sixth level of the Spirit King Realm.
Next to him was a thin, handsome man named Xiao Linhu, who was at the fourth level of the Spirit King Realm and was his fellow junior.
Fang Tian shook his head and said: "You are all waiting outside the formation. Just don't let anyone escape. There will be people rushing to do this kind of charge. You don't need to take risks.".qgν.
"yes!"
The young man responded and fell to the ground.
Fang Tian looked at the corpses sweeping the floor below and said solemnly: "I didn't expect this little Feng family to be so powerful.
, these dozens of forces united and attacked for two full days, but still failed to capture it. "
Xiao Linhu crossed his arms, looked in the direction of the Feng Family Ancestral Hall, and sneered: "With that Yinling Spring, the Feng Family can indeed train several female cultivators who are far superior to the same level, but they only faced a group of female cultivators before. It’s just a mob, now that my two brothers and sisters are here, it’s not easy to destroy the Feng family.”
Fang Tian glanced at him and said, "Junior brother Xiao, don't underestimate the Feng family. They have a very high affinity for Yin spirit power. If the Yin spirit spring can be detonated, wouldn't everyone have to accompany them?" They were buried here."
"Senior brother is absolutely right. If we stick to this cold-locking formation, we can sit back and enjoy its success." .qgν.
When Xiao Linhu said this, there was a trace of amusement on his face, and he smiled and said: "I have long heard that the women of the Feng family are very charming. I must give it a try today."
As soon as he said this, he saw Feng Yan sniping at several of his peers outside the Feng family ancestral hall.
His face couldn't help but become a little ugly, and he cursed: "What a bunch of trash, they can't even reach the first level of the Spirit King Realm."
As he spoke, he put his fingers together and pointed toward the sky, and a cyan spiritual sword flew out of his body, shaking and buzzing continuously.
"Hmph! Then let me show you the Qingming Sword Technique of my Qingming Mountain."
As the words fell, the green spiritual sword spun around, standing above his head, facing downwards, and suddenly erupted with a sword energy of hundreds of feet.
Feng Yang had just knocked back the two of them with one sword, but when he saw the sword slashing down, he could only swing out the sword in a hurry.
The shadow of a huge sword appeared out of thin air and met the sword energy.
However, the sword moves used in a hurry were not powerful enough at all. Coupled with the gap in cultivation, the shadow of the giant sword was destroyed in just an instant.
Seeing the sword energy that was coming in a blink of an eye and that was impossible to contend with, Feng Yan was not afraid because he was ready to die in battle.
But there was some concern in his heart, which made him turn his head unconsciously and look at the ancestral hall, because he really wanted to see his relatives again before he died.
"father!"
As this voice sounded, a smile appeared on his lips, because the people he missed most appeared in his sight.
"No, dad!"
Pulled by her eldest brother and second sister, Feng Sanniang could only watch the sword energy falling. She was so heartbroken that she had no way to save herself and could only cry out in pain.
But at this moment, there was a rapid sound of wind and thunder in the distance, and then a cold light flashed, and the sword energy of hundreds of feet dissipated immediately.
Feng Sanniang looked at the shuttle arrow hovering above her father's head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, and she shouted excitedly: "Dad, Mr. Liang Yan is here, we are saved!"
