Gods and Immortals

In an instant, the hidden servants around rushed forward, about to push Feng Wuyi and the guards down and tie them up.

"My lord... run, I'll stop them!" The guards also have the second round of cultivation, so they can stop them for a while.

"No, they will kill you without me!" Feng Wuyi knew very well that this guard was worthless to San Yisheng and the others, and if he escaped, his next step would be death.

"Death is death!" The guard looked anxious, but before he finished speaking, a figure rushed up from behind, and directly swung the rope towards the guard's neck.

"cough!"

The rushing servant seemed to have some strength. The moment the rope tightened around the guard's neck, his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out.If it were an ordinary person, he would be strangled to death in an instant.

Feng Wuyi was in a hurry, so he rushed up to grab the guard and tore the rope around his throat to prevent him from being strangled to death, but a hand behind him grabbed Feng Wuyi instantly, and when he turned his head, San Yisheng sneered and said with a sullen face, "You know Is it? Wen Zhong’s army was suppressed, and you returned to Guifang at this time. When I came from Fengqiya, I already told your father that you were going to usurp the throne, so your father made a move with Wen Zhong... Now Even if you don't want to be this ghost king, it's already too late!"

"You?!" Feng Wuyi's eyes widened, "You provoked it?!"

"Hmph, is Wen Zhong planning to wait for you to arrive and have peace talks with Guifang?" San Yisheng sneered, "It's a pity that I'm half a step too late. I've already told King Guifang that Wen Zhong is here to help you become the king of Guifang! So I will warn you one last time, this is the only chance to support you to become the king of ghosts, if you resist again, you will only die."

Feng Wuyi didn't lose his mind even under his fury, "Is this the way to support me to become king? I'm afraid I really won't be able to survive the next day if I become King Guifang?!"

San Yisheng glanced at Feng Wuyi, "How long can you live. It depends on how Jiang Xiang treats you..."

"Put it up, take it away!" San Yisheng yelled angrily, and the servant rushed up directly, grabbing Chaofeng Wuyi.

Feng Wuyi only had a third-level cultivation at this time, so he was definitely not a match for these servants, but he didn't intend to just let it go, and shouted at the guards who had been pressed to death: "Run away! Go find the Grand Master!"

The guard couldn't respond while struggling, and he didn't know how to escape to find the Grand Master.

But at this moment, the guard only felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and the person's face was numb and painful with the slightest electric current in the wind.The servants surrounding him turned their heads to look, and saw a figure wrapped in lightning wrapped in a black gust of wind, with two huge black wings flapping in the wind, raising dust that covered the sky and the sun .

"Look, there is sand and dust over there!" On the street far away, countless passers-by suddenly noticed the violent wind and dust blowing up in Feng Wuyi's place, and the thunderclouds slowly gathered above his head, as if the sky had suddenly changed.

"Yes, it's very windy. I'm afraid there will be a sandstorm... Hurry up and tell everyone to go home!" An elderly vendor frowned for a moment, then hurriedly began to tidy up his booth. Rising thunderclouds and dust.There was a trace of panic in his eyes.

The stone building guards who were patrolling the road looked at the thunderclouds and dust, frowned and said, "It's a good day, why is there suddenly dust?"

"Shouldn't it?" Another guard wrapped the cloak around his body, "Let's go. Go back and find the general. There will be a sandstorm, and many slaves will flee to the south while taking advantage of the chaos."

Feng Wu left in front of him.San Yisheng was swept by the strong wind, he hurriedly covered his face and sleeves, was pressed against the wall by the momentum, he couldn't stand still and dared not move.

He looked through the gaps in his clothes, at this time Feng Wuyi was covered with black feathers, floating slightly off the ground, a pair of thunderous eyes and sword eyebrows looked down majestically, and lightning as thin as a snake swam around his body, whistling. The rattling sound.

How can there be half of the appearance that I just allowed myself to knead!

San Yisheng's eyes flustered slightly, he could clearly sense that Feng Wuyi's cultivation aura at this moment was definitely above the three rounds, and his servants would definitely not be able to take him down.And he didn't have much cultivation, he already felt it was difficult to breathe in the storm of Feng Wuyi, let alone capture Feng Wuyi.

It never occurred to him that a fledgling kid in the Jin'ao Academy would have such tricks?

Feng Wuyi glanced indifferently at the servants who were escorting the guards, flicked his left hand, and "swish" several black feathers, dragging a blue light of lightning, and shot towards them.

Seeing this, the servants blocked and hid one after another. The formation that originally escorted the guards was instantly broken up by Feng Wuyi's move.

The guard was also stunned. Looking at Feng Wuyi's appearance at this time, he stuttered and couldn't speak.

"Go quickly and go find Grand Master Wen! He can protect your safety!" After Feng Wuyi finished speaking, he swept his hands and created a gust of wind, which directly sent the guards flying up to the roof in the distance.

Similarly, this hand also curled up to look at the sand and dust, and the thunderclouds gathered in the sky because of Feng Wuyi's transformation also surged with thunder, rumbling and shaking within a hundred miles!

In the prison, the general was rubbing the golden feather given by San Yisheng, secretly proud of himself, when he heard the thunder outside, the sky became much darker.

"What's going on?" The general put away the golden feather, lifted the weapon and glanced out through the window.

Someone in the cell not far away shouted: "My lord, a sandstorm is about to start! Change another cell for us?!"

"Yes, my lord, we will be buried in the sand here!" Many people in the cell were lying by the window and looking out. There were not many people on the street outside. Come on, although they are still young, everyone has grown up in the wild desert and knows what sandstorms mean.

"My lord!" At this time, the patrolling soldiers came in and reported to the general, "The slave market in the north of the city is in chaos again due to the wind and sand, and a large group of slaves have already escaped!"

The general's face darkened, "Take the men and search along the streets, and if there are escaped slaves, bring them back and imprison them!"

"Yes!" After the soldier finished speaking, he took people out in a hurry. The general glanced at the center of the thunder cloud, which seemed to be above Shilou City. His face changed slightly.

"Come on!"

"exist!"

"Open the cellar, prepare wine and food, and send someone to the slave market to bring some beautiful girls back. I want to entertain distinguished guests!" the general quickly ordered.

"My lord, the weather is so bad, and the slave market is so chaotic, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a suitable girl." The soldiers under him were very embarrassed.

"If you are told to go, go, if you can't find it, you will fight for me!" The general scolded angrily, and went out the door with his weapon in hand, braving the strong wind and heading towards the street below the thundercloud.

At this time, Feng Wuyi sent away the guards, and San Yisheng's men didn't dare to chase after them, they all hid in the corners for fear that Feng Wuyi would attack again.

Feng Wuyi knew that he would be blind for a long time after his transformation, so he didn't plan to fight with San Yisheng and his group, but directly jumped up and spread his wings, flew up to the height of the house, identified the direction, and headed towards Fly in the same direction as when the south came.

The northwest is the direction to look for Wen Zhong, it is full of Gobi desert, if you are blind and exposed to such an environment, it is tantamount to seeking your own death, as long as San Yisheng searches for a little, you will have to be taken back.

And there are still some forest villages in the south. It would be better to find a place to hide as much as possible. After the time of blindness, it would be better to make plans.

San Yisheng watched Feng Wuyi fly away in a hurry in the dust, and immediately waved his hand to the servants, motioning for everyone to follow.

In the distance, when General Shiloucheng raised his head, he just saw a black shadow flying up under the thundercloud, a pair of huge black wings flapping, shaking powerfully in the strong wind.

"Black Wing..." The general froze in place, not feeling any pain from the blowing of sand and stones on his face, "Hei Wing of the Yuren royal family! He is from the royal court! Sure enough, a distinguished guest has come!"

Similarly, among the residents of Shilou City who were hiding from the wind and sand in the dark, there were not a few who recognized the pair of black wings.

"Look at the sky! The black-winged feathered man! It's the royal family!" On the street where the wind was howling, a man stuck his head out looking at the sky and shouted, his voice was quickly drowned by the sound of the wind.The people who heard the shouts in the opposite building looked out through the gap, and could only vaguely see a pair of black wings hidden in the dust in the sky, leaving only a faint thunder.

"The man with black wings and feathers in the sky...is the royal family!" Many people in the prison cell also saw this scene, and some people frowned and whispered: "Why did the royal family of Guifang come to this small border town?"

"Looking at the figure of that black wing, he is still underage. This feathered man should not be very old..." Someone said with a lot of experience: "I have seen grown-up royal feathered men, and their wings spread as wide as two streets Long!"

Hearing this, some people speculated, "Could it be the boy who was imprisoned in this cell just now? He can say that he is the prince of Guifang! And I don't think that kid's clothes look like ordinary people... "

"Ghost Fang's prince mixed up with Da Shang's spies?"

"Who knows, maybe Ghost Fang will be wiped out by Da Shang this time..."

The whispers of the people in the wind and sand became smaller and smaller, and the sandstorm became bigger and bigger. Even though Feng Wuyi had already flown away from Shilou City, the power of the sandstorm did not weaken at all.The celestial changes caused by his power did not dissipate so easily...

San Yisheng didn't accept the result of Feng Wuyi flying away so easily, he, together with many servants, hurried through the streets of Shilou City, following Feng Wuyi far away.In the sky full of sand and dust, Feng Wuyi's figure gradually flew high, almost disappearing in the sand and dust.

"Hurry up, don't get lost!" San Yisheng gritted his teeth secretly, and patted the bow and arrow on the servant's body, "When we get to a place where no one is around, shoot him down!"

"I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to provoke him. After the transformation, the boy's cultivation is above three rounds!" The servant frowned and said, "The sum of us is no match..."

"Hmph, what are you afraid of?!" San Yisheng said coldly: "He was able to do it just now but ran away in a hurry, which shows that his strength is not strong enough to sustain the transformation for a long time! Today I must catch him and bring him back to Xiqi!" (Unfinished to be continued..)