Chapter 309: Royal Blood

Fengziyue is like a leisurely stroll, on the curved bridge, walking slowly.

That earth-shattering palm, under the coercion he exuded, became ridiculous and ridiculous, not worth mentioning.

Ouyang Lin's teeth rattled, and he couldn't move at all because of fear.

The coercion exuded by this young man was incomparably strong, giving him an urge to bow and worship.

This...... This feeling......

Ouyang Lin's face was strange, and cold sweat seeped out from his back one by one.

Be...... God?

This kind of powerlessness will only make his heart flood when he faces that person, but this young man, dressed in white, like a jade tree in the wind, with a bronze ancient sword hanging from his waist, is obviously not that one.

Feng Ziyue's sleeve flicked slightly, and he saw that the monstrous waves had strangely calmed down, without making a sound, and the surface of the cold pool had become as flat as a mirror again.

This kind of miraculous skill, in the eyes of the people in Changchun Valley, has almost surpassed the scope of martial arts.

The middle-aged man suddenly knelt on the ground like madness and kowtowed to Feng Ziyue repeatedly.

"Immortals, you're also immortals!"

"Please, save my daughter!

At this moment like a miracle, he finally came to his senses, and his love for his daughter suddenly attacked, like a mad demon, praying to Feng Ziyue.

In the stone building of the cold pool, Xiaoyi couldn't help crying when she saw her father's appearance.

Ruan Suhe took her into his arms and patted her lightly, and his heart was also very surprised.

She had long expected that Feng Ziyue was not simple, but as a native of Changchun Valley, her knowledge was inevitably limited.

Ouyang Lin's martial arts, she seems to be the best in the world, and she wants to fight against it, which is nothing more than self-protection with the flute music of the divine soul attack.

Ouyang Lin tore her face and shot with all her might, she really didn't have any way to deal with it.

This Feng Ziyue is young, but her strength is still above Ouyang Lin, how can she not feel surprised and happy?

It's just that...... Who is this Wuyang City Fengziyue?

What is he here for?

Ruan Suhe remembered that although she had talked with him for a long time, she had not had time to ask these key questions.

Feng Ziyue didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man who knelt on the ground and kowtowed frequently, in his heart, he actually despised this weak father, and only wanted to ask for others, instead of relying on himself to protect his relatives - although he is really limited in ability, it is also a fact that he lacks blood "sex".

He walked straight in front of Ouyang Lin.

"You...... You ......"

Ouyang Lin trembled, his mouth couldn't speak, and his face was pale.

"Lord Ouyang Valley, I shouldn't have taken care of your housework in Changchun Valley, but I will never allow this kind of blood sacrifice of boys and girls!"

Feng Ziyue's words were very plain, but they revealed an irrefutable majesty.

"No ...... Happening?"

Ouyang Lin's face was distorted, and he finally struggled out of Feng Ziyue's coercion, and said with a strange smile: "Your Excellency, you are right! If there is no blood sacrifice, in the Changchun Valley, the vitality will be cut off and frozen for thousands of miles, and at least half of the people here will die!"

"For the sake of a few children, are you going to kill me from the Changchun Valley?"

He grew bold, and his voice grew higher and higher.

Right...... This young man, although his martial arts are high, he will never be a god...... No!

In the eyes of Shinto, all living beings are like ants, how can there be so many mothers-in-law and mothers!

His eyes were blood-red, and he remembered the one behind him, and he mustered up some courage.

Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, "Fang Tian Giant Wood Root, has it supported you for thousands of years, and has it become your only dependence?

"Moving south to the Central Plains and settling down, isn't it much better than relying on this piece of wood!"

When he just walked out, he had already figured it out, not to mention that there was a problem with Fang Tian's giant wood root, even if it was still intact, after Feng Ziyue took him away, these thousands of people would definitely not be able to survive in the Changchun Valley.

Therefore, the best way is to take them south to move south to the Central Plains, which can be regarded as solving the problem of the supply of this Heavenly Giant Wood Root once and for all once and for all.

"Hmph, you're talking about light!"

Ouyang Lin snorted, although the matter of Fang Tianjumu Root, although the matter of the giant wood root in the valley is also a secret, since this young man has been in and out of the Hantan Stone Building, it is not strange to hear Ruan Suhe talk about it.

"Outside the Changchun Valley, frozen for thousands of miles, we have explored it many times for thousands of years, this ice field is endless, how to move south?"

"Infinity?"

Feng Ziyue sneered, "Then where did I come from? The Central Plains, although it is thousands of miles away, but as long as you walk for more than ten days, you can reach the edge of the Northern Hungarian grassland, and then you will naturally leave this frozen land, where can it be regarded as infinity?"

"Nakahara?"

Behind Ouyang Lin, several people exclaimed together.

For the people in the Changchun Valley, the deceased Rakshasa Ancient Kingdom is a legend, while the Central Plains in the south is an ethereal legend.

For thousands of years, no one has ever brought news of the Central Plains.

Although there are occasional outsiders who break in, but generally these people are already half-dead, and they are all "lost" on their way, and according to the rules of Changchun Valley, these outsiders are not polite, and they will be eradicated after a little inquiry.

Like Feng Ziyue, who clearly stated the location of the Central Plains, it was the first one in thousands of years.

"Hu ...... Nonsense!"

Ouyang Lin's face changed dramatically, "The Central Plains is here, if there are more than a thousand miles of ice, this killing aura, unless it is a descendant of the royal family of my Rakshasa Ancient Kingdom, who can resist it?"

He snorted coldly and his eyes widened, "Don't you want to say that you are my Highness of the Rakshasa Kingdom?"

The ancient country of Rakshasa was built in the far north, and it itself had a killing aura, only the royal bloodline could withstand this killing aura, so the emperor of that year, after losing Fang Tianjumu Root, could still leave with his cronies, and he did not die, and he also made a vow to return.

If it weren't for the Rakshasa royal family, even if it was an innate master, it would be difficult to resist the killing power contained in the blizzard.

After Ouyang Lin's martial arts were completed, he also tried to venture out of the valley, but with his innate sevenfold cultivation, he could only go to the frozen land, and after three days of travel, it was already the limit, and he had to retreat, and he also had a serious illness for this.

If you hold on for a few more days, if not certain death, it will be nine deaths!

This is not something that martial arts can compete with at all.

"With your martial arts, you naturally can't resist ......"

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, and suddenly his face changed, "What did you say?"

He just said that only the royal bloodline of the Rakshasa Kingdom can resist the murderous aura of this thousands of miles of frozen land, if this is the case......

Feng Ziyue frowned suddenly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and the old man in the sleeping grass flew up, flying to his side like a cloud!

The old man is not proficient in martial arts, but he can withstand the cold of the frozen land, could it be said that he actually has the royal blood of the Rakshasa country?

However, he clearly said that he was a descendant of the Praetorian Guard, and mistook Feng Ziyue for His Royal Highness of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and followed him all the way here.

Could it be that he is a fraud?

Feng Ziyue patted it gently, and the old man woke up from his slumber, sleepy-eyed, and for a while, he was still a little confused.

It won't—

He acted sincerely, and it was clear that he didn't know the identity of his royal bloodline, otherwise, he would never misidentify Feng Ziyue and would not have brought him here.

If it is said that he has the intention of using Feng Ziyue, it is unreasonable, after all, the old man does not know martial arts, and he is incapable of convincing the public, even if Feng Ziyue takes him back, can he take back the throne by himself?

Feng Ziyue shook his head, it seemed that the old man didn't know about it.

As soon as the old man opened his eyes, he saw Feng Ziyue standing in front of him, and there were a bunch of people in Changchun Valley in front of him, he couldn't help but be shocked, Huo Ran took a step forward and blocked Feng Ziyue.

"Your Highness, what's going on? Don't be afraid, if you have an old plan, you will never let these 'chaotic' ministers and thieves hurt Your Highness!"

Although he has no martial arts, he is very courageous.

Ouyang Lin was also stunned, not knowing where this old man came from.

He called His Royal Highness, could it be that this young man is really a descendant of the royal family of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom?

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and patted the old man's shoulder.

"Old Ji, I told you a long time ago, I am not Your Highness, and now according to what this Ouyang Valley Lord of Changchun Valley said, maybe, you are Your Highness of this Rakshasa Ancient Kingdom!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ouyang Lin, and snorted.

"This old man is the valley master? The surname is Ouyang, could it be the descendant of Ouyang Sheng, the former general of the palace that day?

This old scheming head doesn't know anything else, but he knows everyone's ancestors well.

Ouyang Lin was taken aback, "Yes, the ancestor is Ouyang Sheng, the general in front of the palace, who are you?"

He listened to the old man report the name of his ancestor, and he also understood at the moment that this old man must be a descendant of the Praetorian Guard who followed the emperor to leave, and speaking of which, he can barely be regarded as his own person.

Then he calls His Highness and is with this young man?

Ouyang Lin's heart was in chaos, and when he thought of the one behind him, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

If this young man is His Highness...... And what about him......

"Humph!"

The old man puffed up his chest, "Old man Ji Yun, the ancestor was Ji Guang, the commander of the Praetorian Guard that day, and he was a great loyal minister to help protect the emperor!"

"Praetorian Guard Commander Ji Guang?"

Ouyang Lin nodded, and there was a suspicious look on his face.

On the day of the battle of Changchun Valley, Empress Ruan injured the emperor, obtained the Fangtian giant wood root, and used it in the valley, the emperor left angrily, and with him, only a hundred people of the Praetorian Guard, among them, it was this Jiguang.

He was also a courtier by the emperor's side.

So...... Ouyang Lin stole a glance at Feng Ziyue, fearful.

"It turned out to be the Captain of the Horse After Ji Guang, no wonder this old gentleman can resist the murderous aura of the frozen land, and it really has the blood of my Rakshasa royal family, Feng Gongzi, don't get me wrong!"

I only heard a quiet female voice from the stone building of the cold pool, and it was Ruan Suhe who spoke.

Feng Ziyue suddenly realized, and then he understood why the old man had such a special physique.

Sure enough, he does have royal blood, but this bloodline is not from the paternal line, but from the maternal line.

"At that time, Queen Ruan had two princesses, and the second princess had not yet left the cabinet, so she stayed in Changchun Valley with her mother, and the eldest princess was to leave with the emperor and the Praetorian Guard. ”

Ruan Suhe opened his mouth quietly, and the old man patted his head and smiled.

"Yes, my ancestor does have the title of Captain of the Horse!"

In this way, the truth was revealed, Feng Ziyue knew it in his heart, but Ouyang Lin's face changed greatly.

This old man is not from Changchun Valley, seeing him jumping around here, he is really not afraid of the wind and snow outside, so there is no doubt that he is the commander of the Praetorian Guard!

Only the bloodline of the royal family of the Rakshasa Kingdom can not be afraid of the aura of slaughter.

In this way, the one who came with him is really a descendant of the Rakshasa royal family?

Ouyang Lin was shocked in his heart, his face was pale, and he grabbed the old man's head, "You said, this is His Highness...... Then he, then he came to this Changchun Valley......"

The old Ji replied proudly, "Exactly, he is my Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and he has come to Changchun Valley to fulfill the oath made by the emperor thousands of years ago——"

"-Get back Fang Tian Ju Mu Root!"

Before Feng Ziyue could speak, the old planner helped him speak out first.

Ouyang Lin staggered back a few steps with a bang in his head.

"This ...... How is this possible!"

His face turned pale, as if he had been hit by a huge blow.

Feng Ziyue and Lao Ji looked at each other, I don't know why he is like this, and he was about to explain, but he heard a faint voice from nowhere.

"Ouyang Lin, don't scare yourself, this Feng Gongzi, his martial arts have reached the peak of his innate nature, and he has become a small world in his body, so he is naturally not afraid of the murderous aura of the outside world, and it has nothing to do with the bloodline of my Rakshasa royal family......"

The voice was gloomy and compassionate, and if there was any, I don't know where it came from.

Although the tone is not so cruel, the content of the speech is also plain and ordinary, just from the tone, you can feel a cold meaning that cannot be wrung dry, and in the ears, it is like every word is condensed by ice cubes.

"However, this Feng Gongzi brought the descendants of the Ji Commander, which helped me a lot!"

"I thought that in the world, there were only two people left with the royal blood of the Rakshasa family, Ruan Suho and me, but I didn't expect that there would be another one!"

"Nice!

"After sixty years of hard work, killing my father and son, my seven evil ** can finally be accomplished!"

With a burst of laughter, all of a sudden, the old man's head went weak and collapsed to the ground, Feng Ziyue was taken aback and stretched out his hand to support him.

But when he heard the stone building of the cold pool, there was also an exclamation at the same time.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you!"

It was Yuan Xiaoyi's exclamation, and there was a sense of panic in his tone.

And Ruan Suho, who was still speaking just now, did not make a sound.

Feng Ziyue's brows furrowed, and the bronze ancient sword, choked out of its sheath, silently stabbed towards the void, straight away!