The Strongest Sect Development System Starts The Candle Dragon Ground Vein

Chapter 493

Mind turned slightly.

Lu Fengyun raised his hands, and a Yao Yao Shenfeng shot out!

Divine Armament is as bright as the sun.

Endless intentions!

Holding the sword, Lu Fengyun broke through Wen Jiaoning’s three gang wind guards, and directly penetrated her body!

Puff…

The divine sword pierced into the flesh and blood, and the scarlet blood splashed three feet.

Above the endless mind, a sun-like flame rose.

The extreme breath is permeated.

Wen Jiaoning’s face gradually relaxed in the fierce flames.

She bleeds from seven orifices.

But there was a sense of clarity in her crazy eyes.

She smiled softly.

I don’t know why she laughed, but laughed Lu Fengyun saved her? Or did she make her smile? Or a smile of relief?

All the people present did not speak.

They were silent with that thrilling smile!

Feng Zhige’s heart was hot.

She felt the blood all over her body boiling.

“What’s going on…” she puzzled.

“The younger generation of Fengming Jun, to find Fengming World is the guide of your blood…

“Fengming’s Immortal Throne is the last relic he left to later generations…

“Fifty miles ahead, there is a door to the new world.”

Wen Jiaoning’s voice was extremely low.

Because her soul is flying away little by little.

She is extremely weak!

At the end, it is the biggest contribution she can do so far!

Celestial Throne!

When they heard these three words, everyone was shocked.

When they came to the Tomb of the Immortal King, they only thought about having secret treasures such as Cultivation Technique Martial Skill, and Lu Fengyun also had another purpose to find opportunities for the navy.

Unexpectedly, there is a fairy throne in the Tomb of the Immortal King!

Because of the invasion of the Demon Realm, the vast history of thousands of years ago has been annihilated in catastrophe.

No one knows how strong Fengming and the others, who could be called the Immortal King, have reached!

But what is certain is…

Must be above the demigods!

The fairy throne is their inheritance, whoever inherits their energy can become the fairy king!

It will definitely be stronger than the spirit god!

Feng Zhige’s heart was shaken.

Lu Fengyun sighed softly, his mind turned quietly, and his endless intentions gradually became invisible.

The divine sword disappeared, and Wen Jiaoning staggered for a few steps.

She smiled gratefully at Lu Fengyun.

Then I looked back.

She looked at the place where the fairy bones of Qingluan turned into dust and smoke.

There, Fengming’s remains were long gone, only empty thoughts and memories!

“The phoenix bones are eroded into dry mud,

“Jian Ming wailed in tears.

“Night stage/Sit alone for thousands of years

“When will you meet again!”

“Feng Mingjun, I miss you so much…”

Wen Jiaoning groaned softly, tears streaming down.

“Feng Mingjun, I’m here…”

She tremblingly took a breath of air, with infinite regret and sadness, slowly stretched out her arm.

Her body was quickly disappearing.

She smiled brightly at everyone.

She couldn’t stop her tears.

Not being able to die with Fengming’s remains, she is really unwilling to do so, what a pity!

Between heaven and earth, there was silence.

Yueran sniffed, her eyes were red.

A scabbard, fighting side by side with the master Jin Ge and Iron Horse for the first half of his life. In the second half of his life, he kept his remains alone for thousands of years in infinite loneliness.

In the end, in order to protect the fairy bones of Qingluan, he will finally go away!

The expressions of Murong Jingmeng, Chu Huiye, Zhou Hanqing, and Lu Qingai also became serious.

Lu Fengyun raised his head slightly.

There was a wave of mood quietly.

He raised his hand, and a black streamer flew towards Wen Jiaoning.

That is a piece of writing paper.

Gold lettering on black paper.

Tactic!

Zhu Xie Book, Jue Copybook!

He just wrote it with his mind.

There are ten pages in the book of Zhu Xie, five of which have been used up to now.

Only copybooks kill and fight Promise.

Cross the copybook to kill the ghost emperor Luo Tu.

The copybook kills Mo Kuangtao.

Break the copybook to kill Ling Xiao.

Only this copybook of tactics is not killing, but fulfilling!

The Book of Zhu Xie is very powerful, and can easily kill the Spirit Saint at the moment.

It might be stupid for others to use one to complete Wen Jiaoning, but Lu Fengyun is in his usual mood!

Because……

He has too many babies…

and also……

Fengming’s greatness and the infatuation of the scabbard moved him!

The vast energy of the copybook of Jue turned into a blazing golden light, covering this world.

Wen Jiaoning’s passing vitality stopped suddenly!

Time seems to have pressed the pause button at this moment.

Lu Fengyun and others watched quietly.

The sky is full of peach blossoms like rain.

The petals are delicate and beautiful, and the sky and the earth are all pink.

At this time!

There was a crisp phoenix cry.

Wen Jiaoning’s expression changed drastically!

She suddenly widened her eyes and looked eagerly at the source of the sound.

Because of this voice, she is so familiar!

A cloud and black shadow came under pressure.

That is a Qingluan!

The mighty and majestic body, the blue feathers, the golden crown, and the majestic and deep eyes.

Fengming Hua Qingluan!

This is the ontology of Immortal King Fengming.

“Feng Mingjun, is it you, are you here to pick me up?

“Peach Blossom Rain is so beautiful, you will never be afraid of getting your wings wet by rain…”

Wen Jiaoning cried instantly.

She stretched out her arm, calling Fengming from a distance.

Qingluan flew over, as if a hill fell to the ground, her silent eyes stared at her for a long time.

Wen Jiaoning’s pale hands wrapped Fengming’s neck, pressed her cheeks, and cuddled him.

“It’s great, I saw Feng Mingjun again…

“Ten million years, I miss you so much!

“This time, don’t you go? I want you to stay with me for a long time…”

The voice became more and more choked.

Her tears flowed back and forth, and an atmosphere of sadness lingered.

She hugged Qingluan’s neck tightly, stroking the blue wings, for fear that he would disappear as soon as she let go.