Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 164 The Red-Blooded Dragon Soul's Ten Thousand Years of Resentment
And Leng Feng, Leng Feng disdains this, he only has this scarlet blood dragon soul sword in his eyes, as if he saw the one he loves, Leng Feng caressed the blade lightly, as if he was afraid that even a little bit of strength would destroy the sword. The sword is flawed.

Gradually, just for a moment, the light faded, the sudden gust of wind stopped, and the silence returned, but there was a sudden movement in Leng Feng's divine sea, and the waves suddenly changed in front of him, and he came to another space.

It is full of daylight here, everywhere is silvery white, and in the middle of this silvery white, there is a woman standing gracefully.

When the woman saw Leng Feng, her eyes immediately turned, she walked gracefully to Leng Feng's side, and then saluted gracefully, calmly but gently said: "Jian Wu has seen the master!"

"It's really you! It's been ten thousand years, I didn't expect to see you here!"

Leng Feng was visibly excited, even trembling a little, but at this moment, Jian Wu nodded slightly and said: "Yes, it has been ten thousand years, Jian Wu has been trapped here for ten thousand years, just to be able to wait for the master."

"Jian Wu, I'm sorry!"

Leng Feng stepped forward and lifted Jian Wu up from the ground, his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Jian Wu, I didn't expect, I thought you had become another master, I never thought that you would be imprisoned here, really... "

Leng Feng hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and then a cold feeling pervaded his whole body. This feeling came suddenly, and Leng Feng's expression changed instantly. When he looked down, he saw that Jian Wu's arm had turned into a sharp blade. Chest and abdomen piercing.

"This... why is this!" Leng Feng was shocked, his face turned cold, and he stared at Jian Wu.

"Why is this?" Jian Wu snorted coldly, that weak side disappeared, and gradually a murderous look emerged, the whole person was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"You abandoned me tens of thousands of years ago, and the sword dance was taken away by others. In order to be loyal to you, I am definitely not serving the second master. Therefore, I was tortured and refined, and finally I was trapped by a forbidden seal. In this picture-in-picture, you will suffer forever, and you may understand all kinds of sufferings and pains!"

Jian Wu's tone became more and more stern, and the piercing sword energy all over his body became more and more intense, and even that beautiful face began to distort and deform, turning into a hideous one.

She hissed and screamed: "If it weren't for you, Jian Wu would have suffered such torture and humiliation. All of this is thanks to you. Jian Wu has hated for thousands of years. I thought I would never have a day to vent. Today I am pitiful and let me meet you again, this time, I will kill you to repay the resentment in my heart!"

Hissing and roaring, her other arm also turned into a sharp sword, and then stabbed towards Leng Feng's heart. At this moment, Leng Feng frowned, and stretched out his hand to grab the edge of her sword.

Leng Feng lowered his head and didn't look at her. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said in a dark voice, "It seems that you have indeed suffered a lot. It is indeed thanks to me. If you weren't loyal to me, you wouldn't have fallen. So! But..."

Speaking of this, Leng Feng's tone suddenly turned three points cold, and he even spit out a cold air, and he said in a deep voice: "Since you still call me master today, then no matter it is thousands of years, you will still be mine. Bingren, no matter when and where, no matter where I find you again, you are mine!"

Leng Feng raised his head, stared at Jian Wu, and snorted coldly: "Since I am your master, you must submit to me forever. If you dare to indulge in master, I will never forgive you lightly!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a wave of change in the entire illusion, and the space even began to distort. Jian Wu's face was terrified, and gradually revealed a look of fear.

Leng Feng snorted coldly: "Although my current realm is not as good as before, my divine sea is still as strong as it was in ancient times. In my world, I am the king, so don't try to resist me!"

In the end, there was a hissing roar, and Jian Wu was instantly shaken back a hundred feet, fell to a distance, and then collapsed to the ground.

Leng Feng snorted coldly, glanced at Jian Wu coldly, then turned around and walked away, saying as he walked, "Jian Wu, I forgive you for what happened today, this sword is considered to be my return to you, but from today onwards, if you dare to Lord Devourer, I will not forgive you lightly."

Leng Feng's voice was full of domineering, Jian Wu's wonderful eyes suddenly widened, with a look of horror on his face.

I don't know how long it has passed, seeing Leng Feng's figure gradually drifting away, Jian Wu suddenly said sadly: "Master, I have been refined and put under multiple restrictions, I am no longer the former Jian Wu, I am no longer Lingbao, today's ones are not even as good as high-grade magic weapons, master, you still want me!"

Leng Feng paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "In the dark, you and I meet here again after thousands of years, and you are destined to be inseparable from me, so what about the restriction, what about being refined, this time I I want to accompany you for eternity, long distance slowly, I will bring you back to the peak, this time, I will not let you leave me again!"

At this moment, after hearing Leng Feng's words, Jian Wu's tears flowed down his face, and the pear blossoms brought rain.

There was another change in front of him. Leng Feng walked out of the deep sea created by the sword dance, and his spirit returned to his place. At this moment, in front of him, Li Mao and Ao Wuming were looking at him in astonishment, and waved their hands in front of him again and again. , screaming.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you, master, wake up!"

"Master, your soul is out of your body, wake up quickly, something has happened, you are causing trouble!"

Leng Feng knocked down the hands of the two of them waving wildly in front of his eyes, slightly frowned and said, "What are you doing, I'm not blind?"

Seeing that the cold front turned fishy, ​​the dignified expressions of the two suddenly eased, and they let out a long breath, and then saw Ao Wuming frowned again and said: "Master, what did you move? There is something wrong now. Look, you have turned the entire treasure house of mirror ingots upside down!"

Leng Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked left and right, and was startled. He saw a mess on his left and right, treasures scattered everywhere, the walls of the entire treasure hall were cracked, and everywhere was dilapidated, like ruins.

Li Mao didn't understand: "Master, did you touch some mechanism, or some formation, or some kind of restriction!"

Leng Feng frowned, then shook the Scarlet Blood Dragon Soul Sword in front of their eyes and said, "Just this rusty iron sword, what's the big deal!"

At this moment, the Scarlet Blood Dragon Soul Sword is no longer shining with light, and is no longer full of magic. It is covered with rust all over its body, no doubt like an iron rod.

"This... this is... this is a fire stick!" Li Mao was shocked.

Ao Wuming was also shocked, and said puzzledly: "Master, where did you find this iron sword? How could there be such an ordinary thing in the treasure house of Jingyuan Dragon Palace!"

(End of this chapter)