"What the hell is here?"
"I don't know why, I always have a bad feeling?"
"Could it be a trap set by someone?"
Dozens of experts all looked at the palm-sized jade box, their eyes flickering.
One of the elders asked in a low voice: "Xuandu, since this thing is for you, it is still up to you to decide whether to open it or not?"
"Of course, what's there to be afraid of?"
Although he said this, Xuan Du's face was full of caution.
He first used his soul to search for the jade box, but found no clues. Then he took a deep breath, moved his hands slightly, and slowly opened the jade box.
In an instant, a thick stream of blood rushed to his face.
Xuandu and others were immediately filled with jealousy.
I saw hundreds of souls imprisoned in palm-sized jade boxes. They were burned by the Phoenix Heavenly Fire all day long, enduring endless pain and emitting shrill screams.
"Elder Puzhi!"
"Elder Puhui!"
"These are the souls of us Buddhists."
Xuandu glanced at the familiar figures, gritted his teeth, and said with strong murderous intent in his eyes: "Damn Shen Chenfeng, not only destroyed my Buddhism, but also dared to torture the soul of my Buddhist monk. Hateful, hateful. "
"Xuan Du?"
At this moment, a weak voice came from the jade box.
Puzhi opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see clearly the figure outside the jade box. But the blazing sky fire distorted his vision, and he couldn't see anything clearly at all. He could only distinguish it by hearing sounds.
"Elder Puzhi."
Xuan Du took a deep breath, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and said, "I wonder what the elder has ordered."
"The souls of the head of the Buddhist sect and tens of thousands of Buddhist disciples are in the hands of Shen Chenfeng. You must not act rashly."
boom!
The intermittent sounds were like countless thunders exploding in the space.
"Shen! Shen! Wind!"
Xuandu was so filled with hatred that he looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the sky, saying: "I, Xuandu, swear that if I don't kill you in this life, I will never become a Buddha."
"Senior Brother Xuandu, let's put Shen Chenfeng's matter aside for now."
A Buddhist disciple looked extremely sad, but he managed to keep calm and said: "The most important thing for us now is to prevent Xiao Junhou from attacking Southern Wilderness. Otherwise, once the war breaks out, if Shen Chenfeng is offended, the headmaster and Nashu will The souls of all disciples..."
"Ahhhh, Shen Chenfeng, damn it, damn it!"
Before he could finish his words, Xuan Du's eyes were blood red and he roared again.
But after venting his anger, he finally took a deep breath and said, "Let's go and stop Xiao Junhou from using troops. Then, let's go back together and settle the score with Shen Chenfeng!"
At the same time, in Yue Mansion.
After Shen Chenfeng said goodbye to Black Scale, he returned to his own room and closed his eyes to rest.
After chatting with Black Scale, he learned a lot of useful information.
for example.
The eldest son of the Yue family and the second son of the Yue family disappeared a few years ago.
And this time Yue Changtian married a well-known figure from the Wuji Immortal Sect.
This person's name is Tang Xiaoran, and he is best friends with Princess Hongyi.
Rumor has it that Yue Changtian accidentally met Tang Xiaoran during an internship. He heroically saved the beauty and won Tang Xiaoran's heart. The two people are together and secretly have feelings for each other.
Naturally, Shen Chenfeng didn't take these gossips to heart.
But there was a piece of news that shocked him.
Rumor has it that in the ancestral land of the Yue family, someone saw a woman in white with their own eyes. The woman's appearance looked very similar to that of Yue Hanzhu's dead mother.
"Are those people still alive today?"
"And the matter of Yue Hanzhu, is it related to them?"
Shen Chenfeng groaned and held his thoughts for the time being.
When night fell, he quietly walked out of the wing alone and walked deeper into his home.
If Yue Hanzhu were here, he would definitely be surprised.
Because Shen Chenfeng was actually more familiar with Yuejia's environment than she was.
Moreover, Shen Chenfeng walked quietly, and his whole body blended into the night. Countless disciples from beyond the family walked past Shen Chenfeng but turned a blind eye.
In this way, Shen Chenfeng passed through countless palaces and came to the deepest part of Yuejia.
Here, there is a hill as high as 100 feet.
There are countless formations set up on this hill. In the night, countless spiritual patterns were like stars, their light flickering.
This is the ancestral land of the Yue family and the most important place in the entire Yue family.
If you break into the ancestral land without permission, you will be besieged by countless formations.
Even the masters of the Eternal Realm will still hate this.
However, Shen Chenfeng sneered, raised his steps, and walked directly up to the mountain peak.
Along the way, he didn't touch any formations.
Those flickering spiritual patterns and the monstrous formation were as if they were nothing in front of him.
Soon, he passed through countless formations and reached the top of the ancestral land.
At the top of this mountain is a wisp of flat land.
The entire ground seemed to have been cut open by a sword. It was extremely flat and smooth.
On this flat land, there was nothing but a tombstone.
On the stone tablet, there are several large characters engraved.
Every font is sharp and uncanny, just like the energy of a sword, full of endless sharpness.
The tomb of the Sword God Yue Lingtian!
Shen Chenfeng stood in front of the tombstone with a cold expression and was silent for a long time.
He looked at the name on the tombstone, and he couldn't help but think of a scholar in that dilapidated gymnasium holding a long sword, pointing to the sky, and groaning softly.
"Ten years to sharpen a sword, but you won't dare to test its edge. Another ten years to sharpen a sword, and the world won't dare to block it."
"Master, I'm here to see you."
Shen Chenfeng clasped his hands behind his back, his voice full of memories.
Sudden!
An extremely dark figure slowly appeared behind Shen Chenfeng.
There was no breath in his body, and his whole body blended into the night, making it difficult for anyone to notice. It wasn't until he came one meter behind Shen Chenfeng that a ray of murderous aura suddenly burst out, and then he swung out his sword.
The extremely sharp sword light struck behind Shen Chenfeng almost instantly.
Mistakes cannot be prevented and cannot be avoided.
If it were any other cultivator, he might not have time to react and would be killed directly by this sudden sword.
However.
Shen Chenfeng had already prepared.
Almost as soon as the man behind him drew his sword, he struck out with a backhand sword, like a divine dragon waving its tail, suddenly tearing through the void and slashing down fiercely.
boom!
A crisp voice sounded.
The man behind him was shaken all over and was knocked thousands of meters away.
"The dragon flashes."
The man flipped in the air and landed firmly on the ground. His voice was full of surprise and he said: "This is our Yuejia swordsmanship. Who are you and why do you know this kind of swordsmanship?"
Shen Chenfeng slowly turned around and looked directly at the figure behind him.
"Senior brother, don't you recognize me?"
