In the land of the small realm, like the cloud and water realm, the cultivation of the monks in the realm is too low, and even the boundary guard does not have the authority to set it.

Qin Feng broke through the Void Storm and rushed directly into the boundary gate and entered this realm.

Divine Consciousness swept across the entire interface in an instant, and this realm was clearly reflected in the sea of consciousness, and the strongest cultivator in this realm was only worthy of foundation cultivation, which was far worse than the Cloud and Water Realm.

It's really a wild place in the wilderness.

This small interface, even if it is a small Qi cultivator, it is also a 'superior immortal' in the eyes of mortals, and it must be treated respectfully.

And with the appearance of the Void Storm outside this realm, there was also a slight black wind howling in the sky of this small realm, drifting between the wind and rain, bringing terror to the mortals of this realm.

Zheng Guoguo.

The lord of the kingdom, with his courtiers and all the peoples, is in the heart of the capital, worshipping the gods and praying for the restoration of peace in heaven and earth.

The altar that has been built a hundred feet high, this old lord of the country needs to climb the stairs step by step, in order to express his respect for the 'Shangxian'.

At this moment, under the support of people, he is crawling up step by step.

Around the altar, there were kneeling subjects.

However, at this moment, the crowd suddenly burst into discussions, and thousands of mortals all looked up at the sky, their faces showing confusion and horror.

"Golden light!"

"Drop, drop!"

"Could it be a god, a god?!"

"It, where it fell!"

“......”

Even the old lord who was already sweating profusely, but was still climbing the stairs, was looking up at the sky at this moment, but when he saw the direction in which the golden light fell, his old face turned pale with fright.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Escort!"

"Protection..."

Rumble!

The golden light that fell like a meteor fell on this altar impartially.

Those mortals who originally looked up at the sky all lowered their heads and lay on the ground, trembling...

In their opinion... This golden light is the immortal descending to the mortal world.

The old lord who was guarded by the guards also knelt down with a pounce at this time, raised his eyes to look at the top of the altar, fixed his mind, and used the voice of the old man who was drooping: "Zheng Guojun and minister, welcome the arrival of the immortals." ”

A shout...

There was not the slightest response.

Just as the old lord was about to continue shouting a second time, an impatient voice came from the altar.

"What are you talking about, what are you talking about? Shangxian, your second uncle! Shut the fuck!"

The voice of the scolding didn't give him any face, and the old lord who listened to it was stunned for a moment, this was the first time in his life that he was reprimanded like this, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he obediently shut up.

At this moment, the top of the altar is in ruins.

Qin Feng was half-kneeling on one knee, gasping for breath, his blood stained the golden armor red, dripping blood fell to the ground, his breath was very weak, and he was able to hold on until now, all because of that obsession of not admitting defeat.

And on his back, his mother Song Lan was already completely asleep, obviously this was done by Qin Feng on purpose.

He didn't want his mother to be too frightened, and he didn't want his mother to know the situation Qin Chuxue and the others were in at the moment too early.

In fact... It was he who didn't know how to face his mother.

"Brother Monkey, what should we do now?"

Zhu Bajie jumped from Qin Feng's shoulder to the ground, turned a pig's head and stared at Qin Feng.

'What to do...'

A smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

He... How to know what to do!

Three quarters of an hour away... There was less than a quarter of an hour left.

After a quarter of an hour, this power of his will be recalled by the Lingshan Golden Body, and he can only wait here for death.

Even if... Even if he didn't have that quarter of an hour deadline, with his current injury, he wouldn't be able to break out of the army of heavenly soldiers led by the Seventh Mansion Monarch.

Really...

The hexagram of the seal has never made a mistake.

The hexagram of extreme ferocity, nine deaths and no life.

Now the situation seems that it is indeed certain to die.

"Old pig. ”

Qin Feng looked at Zhu Bajie fiercely, there was a look in his eyes that could not be refused, and Zhu Bajie took a few steps back.

"Take my mother and get out of here. ”

Qin Feng is very clear... The purpose of those guys is only for themselves, as long as they catch themselves, they will not chase their mothers anymore.

"Brother Monkey, although my old pig is usually lazy to eat, he is definitely not an unrighteous pig, I won't leave!"

Zhu Bajie said very hard this time, and he didn't mean to back down at all.

"If you don't leave, I'll kill you now. ”

As soon as Qin Feng raised his eyes, a coercion that Zhu Bajie couldn't bear fell in an instant, but Zhu Bajie was still the same posture that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Brother Monkey, no matter what you say today, my old pig just won't leave, if you want to kill it, my old pig will never wrinkle and not vomit at all. ”

After speaking, Zhu Bajie sat on the ground with his buttocks, dead or alive.

"Damn, you dead pig!"

Qin Feng looked at Zhu Bajie with this appearance, he couldn't cry or laugh, he clearly remembered... This dead pig is the most afraid of death.

And at this very time.

There was a hearty voice with a smile: "It's a sigh, it's a sigh, the two brothers are righteous, so that I can envy it." ”

Notice... The mortals were already frightened, and even the old country lord knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head.

Who else dares to speak at this time? And so lightly.

Qin Feng and Zhu Bajie both looked towards the front of the altar fiercely.

There is an open-air sedan chair, the sedan chair is extremely exquisite and gorgeous, there is a handsome and beautiful man sitting in the sedan chair, under the carrying of eighteen people, the sedan chair comes empty.

To know... In this realm, the strongest cultivator is only the foundation building monk.

If you want to step into the air, you must at least cultivate Dan.

And the scene in front of me...

Where the sedan chair passes, there are various petals fluttering and flying, surrounding, and the fragrance of flowers is even more intoxicating and fragrant.

Qin Feng looked at the handsome man in the sedan chair, the eyes of the two met in mid-air, this beautiful man smiled, and a folding fan in his hand was opened in an instant.

Fan...

An ink-colored 'flower' like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing came into Qin Feng's eyes.

Flower...

Qin Feng's eyes shrank violently!

Seal the hexagram, nine deaths and no life.

Under the extreme fierceness, there is a ray of vitality hidden in the way of heaven.

This wisp of vitality, the whole system... A 'flower' word.

This man... Could it be that the word 'flower' refers to, that is the glimmer of life that belongs to oneself?

Qin Feng's gaze met with this person, and he gradually realized... This person's gaze looked so familiar, even though the appearance was different, but that look, the smile in that look.

There can be no mistake!

Fierce...

A name appeared in his mind, and it was also when this name appeared, Qin Feng smiled... He was smiling heartily.

Sure enough!

This man's name... Flowers without tears!

The 'Thousand Souls Without Tears' who taught Sun Wukong 'Da Luo Three Thousand Ways', has three thousand true bodies, dashes the heavens and all worlds, and gives Xianting a headache but is helpless!