The ten-party yellow turban wrestlers in the outer hall of Lingxiao Palace, the eight hundred golden bell Jiaoshen met Murong Feixue again, and their faces changed greatly.

Even though Murong Feixue's face was now very different from before, they all recognized Murong Feixue's shocked eyes.

The look in his eyes was fruitful, 'Death to those who stop me'!

So, this time, even Ren, Lei Yu, Huahua, Li Daiyuan, and the thirteen golden sword guards didn't have to do anything. The ten-party yellow turban wrestlers, the eight hundred golden bell Jiaoshen have already surrendered without a fight. Take the initiative to step aside. Waiting for a group of less than twenty people, they walked leisurely, neatly dressed and walked directly in front of the Golden Emperor Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jin was so frightened that his eyes were like walnuts, and his face, which was finally plump, was so frightened that he lost two taels. The color is called white, and the body is shaking, so he almost didn't stand up and bow to Murong Feixue a few times......

"You, you are Murong Feixue, the Murong Feixue who destroyed the world back then? How come you are not dead, how can you not be dead! Emperor Jin's voice gradually became high-pitched, and he was on the verge of collapse.

The so-called one day in the mountains has been in the world for thousands of years. Although there is one day in the heavenly realm, it is not a thousand years in the world, but there is also a year. Therefore, the events of a hundred years ago mentioned on the Purple Cloud Continent are only a hundred days in the Heavenly Realm. And Murong Feixue was reborn in the human world, and he lived so much in the human world, and he only arrived in the heavenly realm for twenty days.

In the past one hundred and twenty days, the strength of the generals has not yet recovered, so this time the number of generals who came up to kill them was ten times less than last time. It's easy not to say that Murong Feixue has been fighting all the way, and those generals who feel that they have only been separated for four months are really frightened.

And when they met again in Lingxiao Palace, Emperor Jin was about to cry to Murong Feixue......

"If you see it all, why should you deceive yourself? Say, did you deliberately imprison the 30,000 people of the Purple Cloud Continent in order to take revenge on me, and deliberately sealed my son in front of the Soul Locking Stone? As Murong Feixue spoke, the Flame Crescent Knife crossed the Golden Emperor, and the look in his eyes could almost make people chi.

"Imprison 30,000 people of the Purple Cloud Continent? Your son? When did this happen? I don't know anything about it! Emperor Jin completely lost his image, and in front of Murong Feixue, he just couldn't stop shaking his head to show that he was innocent.

After all, he had seen the strength of this Murong Feixue. When I saw it today, the strength was even worse than before, not to mention, if she angered her again and was blown up by her, it is estimated that it would not be so easy to find Nuwa to make up for the Heavenly Palace.

"You don't know? Is the Soul Locking Stone the magic weapon of your Lingxiao Palace? Murong Feixue asked in a cold voice, "If you still want to quibble, don't blame me for being rude!" ”

Emperor Jin is also a good-looking person, and he was so scolded by Murong Feixue that he couldn't hang up at the moment. His face was gloomy, and there was a faint murderous intent in his dark eyes. Such an unruly Murong Feixue, he will never be able to stay!

"Hehehe...... Murong Feixue, since you want your son to touch the seal, then you have to learn to be obedient! However, don't say that my Golden Emperor is too deceitful, I can still give you a chance to get the spell to break the seal.

Seeing that the Golden Emperor held his head high, as if he had grasped some handle, he was arrogant. Murong Feixue and Long Ming felt that they were out of breath. It's just that now is not the time to kill him. For the sake of their Fei'er, they still need to endure what others can't endure. The so-called small is unbearable, and the chaos is like this.