Hidden God

Chapter Fifteen

The immortals looked towards the sky, the layers of multicolored lotus flowers spread out, and Donghua Shangjun, with a white beard and robes, was standing in the clouds holding a whisk.

Looking at Donghua Shangjun with a face of immortality, the immortals were really astonished. After entering the demigod a hundred years ago, the old Shangjun sent a message to the fairy friends in the various houses, saying that he would stay behind closed doors and thank guests until the day of entering the gods. . At the level of Lao Shangjun, how important it is to retreat, he actually went out for a disciple who had not been a master for a hundred years, it was almost...

The hearts of all the immortals went round and round, and they didn't find any reasonable words. No, the look in Gu Xiaopang's eyes was a little bit jealous.

"Master." The appearance of Donghua obviously surprised Kuching. He was nervous and embarrassed on his face.

In the air, Donghua Shangjun glanced at the restless Kuching and nodded at him. Donghua stepped on auspicious clouds across the sky, and fell between the little apprentice and the elders of the Feng Clan. The multicolored lotus in mid-air did not disperse with the fall of Donghua, but layered on top of the phoenix tree forest, with the powerful divine power even stronger than before, and it escaped everywhere.

The falling speed of this electric switch and the way of pulling the wind out of the field are really not like the old master of Donghua who has been warm and warm in everything for tens of thousands of years. The coercion of the Donghua demigod envelops the entire Wutong forest, and the meaning of protecting the calf is self-evident.

There are so many people guarding Aqi's baby.

Before the immortals could come back to their senses, Feng Ran glanced at the colorful lotus in the sky, held his hand behind him, and said faintly: "Daze Mountain has been two hundred years ago, and the old man's demeanor is still there, which really makes Feng Ran envy. Now that the old **** is a demigod, he will soon be absorbed into the gods and become my celestial arm."

When Donghua had a birthday in Dazeshan, she and Houchi attended the banquet with an invitation from the ancient king and God. At the banquet, they fought against Ziyuan, suppressed Jingzhao, and met Jingjian... If it weren’t for the two hundred years of Donghua’s invitation to the Three Realms Where did the birthday feast come from? The ups and downs for hundreds of years.

When Feng Ran said this, he brought some feelings and nostalgia for what was right and wrong, and by the way, he also meant to leave Donghua in the lower realm to support the immortal realm. The two clans of the immortal and demon have faced each other for hundreds of years. Although the fighting between the two clans has been suspended for now, the grievances between the two clans are deep. One more **** in the immortal world can also deter the demon world and make the demon world afraid of chaos. Although Feng Ran didn't like the position of power, since she received Twilight's decree, she would do her best for the creatures of the immortal world.

"Your Majesty is absurd, the old Dao's divine power can't get the benefit of living a long time." Donghua Chao Feng Ran folded his hands and smiled, "I really don't dare to deceive your Majesty. After the old Dao enters the gods, he will ascend to the gods and won't stay in the immortals for long. "

Donghua was born in ancient times and lived more than 60,000 years old. He is a figure of the same era as the predecessor of Tiandi, Twilight, and he is qualified to be older than the elder of the Feng clan. In addition, he has been in retreat and cultivating gods over the years, so he rarely gets involved in world affairs. The answer did not surprise all the immortals.

It's just that Donghua's appearance on Wutong Island was obviously for the apprentice who caused trouble, and he was still confident that he could refuse Yu Fenghuang's solicitation in this way.

"Lao Shangjun is intoxicated in cultivating, and Feng Ran will not force it." Feng Ran nodded, which is regarded as a continuation of Donghua's words.

At this moment, the two giants had finished their greetings, and the Feng clan elders who were waiting by the side cast knife-like eyes on Dong Hua, waiting for his words.

Kuching saw that they had bad eyesight and did not want Donghua to bear the burden for him, so they had to plead guilty when they stepped forward. With a swing of the whisk in Donghua's hand, he stayed in place. He turned around Feng Ran and glanced at Kuching again.

How smart is Kuching, you can tell Tung Wah's deep meaning at a glance. Feng Ran wouldn't have the heart to let him suffer from flesh and blood, but if there is no such old qualification as Master, how can he dispel the anger of Feng Clan losing Xiao Fengjun?

Donghua Dynasty Fengran bent over and arched his hands, "Your Majesty, the elders, the elders are stubborn, causing the soul of Xiaofengjun to be lost. He has caused a catastrophe, Donghua has not taught him, and please look at your majesty and the elders. On the thin surface, give the little disciple a chance to make up for it."

"How to remedy it? Losing one's soul in the Three Realms is like finding a needle in a haystack. How can my Fengyin's soul be retrieved?" Feng Zhi's temper was suppressed by Feng Yun just now, and now he can't help being angry. This Dazeshan’s old-fashioned bull nose is not afraid to speak big words, and even the Feng Clan’s strength is difficult to reach the sky. What can Donghua do.

The elder Feng Yun also looked at Donghua with doubts.

The lifeless Feng Yin in the arms of the Feng Clan elder of the Donghua Dynasty took a look and sighed softly, as if he had made a certain decision. With a sweep of the dust, a small green tower full of spiritual energy appeared in the eyes of the immortals.

Above the mid-air cloud, a seductive voice sounded with careless surprise.

"Yeah, Donghua is righteous, and actually took out all this stuff."

In the clouds, Apocalypse, wearing a gilt purple robe, lazily leaned on a wooden chair transformed into a purple moon and looked down at the sky, looking like a good show.

"God, this is the soul-suppressing tower?" A handsome young man stood beside Tianqi, dressed in a white brocade, with a good appearance of righteousness.

In the ancient gods, there was an interesting story for the gods. The temperaments of the two true gods, Bai Jue and Tianqi, moved silently, one indifferent and one evil spirit, but the temperaments of the two **** beasts were very similar to each other. Bai Jue's Qilin Hongri is like a good-for-nothing guy with excess energy, but Zihan, the **** of the apocalypse, always looks like a handsome young boy sitting in serious danger and unsmiling.

Needless to say, because of this temperament and appearance, Zihan has become the goddess of the gods. As for the status of Hongri, the word "hehe" is enough to make it clear...

Zihan also said that he was more than ten thousand years old, older than the ancients, but forever only transformed into a teenage boy. Regarding the evil taste of his own sacred animal, Tianqi has a headache and embarrassed after tens of thousands of years. Him.

It's understandable that I am lonely and lonely after a lot of age, and have a little special hobby.

When Tianqi muttered this sentence in his heart, he seemed to have never thought that he would actually be completely useful.

Apocalypse snapped his fingers, "Yes, it's the Soul Resurrection Tower I gave to Donghua."

A hundred years ago, the apocalypse sealed Aqi's divine power and led him to apprenticeship in the lower realms. The apprenticeship ceremony was this soul-suppressing tower made by the ancients. Since the ancestor **** Qingtian and Bai Ju dissipated, the only ones in the world that could refine the soul-suppression tower were the ancients. Now in the Three Realms, there are only the one in the Jiuyou Difu that suppressed the ghosts and gods and the one in Donghua's hands.

The soul-suppressing tower is an ancient artifact, which can nourish soul and divine power. With its protection, the danger can be reduced by half. Apocalypse has always been generous, and putting his own doll in Daze Mountain for training is also very generous to Donghua. It's just that he didn't expect that Donghua could actually protect Aqi's life and protect him. It seems that Donghua has a sincere mentorship to Aqi.

"This Donghua old way is also sincere, he is qualified to be Xiao Aqi's master." Zi Han spoke unhurriedly, looked at the soul-suppressing tower in the forest, and nodded with satisfaction at Donghua.

"When did the person I choose was worse." Tianqi picked Fengyan, arrogantly.

The soul-suppressing tower is a legendary artifact. When the ancients in Houchi seized one, it caused a chaos in the Three Realms and was expelled to the nameless world for a hundred years. Legend has it that using the soul-suppressing tower to cultivate the gods, the supernatural power can fly straight to the **** realm.

The immortals in the phoenix tree forest did not expect that there was one in Donghua's hands. They all looked at the soul-suppressing tower with wide eyes, and even Feng Ran's eyes were slightly surprised.

Kuching looked at the soul-suppressing tower in the sky, and understood Donghua's intentions, his eyes were slightly red.

"What does Lao Shangjun mean?" Feng Ran looked at Donghua.

"Your Majesty, Lao Dao understands that the soul is scattered in the Three Realms. It is hard to find it. Even if I am poor, I can't do it with the power of Daze Mountain. But now Xiaofeng Jun is lost in spirit, but the body is still there. Lao Dao would like to gift this tower to Xiaofeng Jun. In order to nurture the physical body, when Xiaofengjun’s soul returns to the throne in the future, she will be able to save thousands of years of painstaking practice, and also ask your majesty and the elders to accept this tower to give the kid a chance to atone for his sins." With a swing of the whisk, the Soul Town Tower fell on his hand, he held the tower halfway forward, and sent the tower to Feng Ran.

"Your Majesty." The long-lasting elder Feng Yun suddenly spoke. He glanced at Kuching and said to Feng Ran: "Kuching is stubborn, but harmless. It is a fact that he made a big mistake. We It would be useless to punish him forcefully. The old master gifted Fengyin’s soul tower to cultivate his body, and it was considered a sincere compensation, and it was a good fortune to Fengyin. My clan had it in the Lower Realm 60,000 years ago. The old man took care of him, and instead of repaying his kindness with virtue today, accept this soul-relief tower to avoid the unnecessary dispute between Wutong Island and Daze Mountain."

Feng Yun is highly respected in the Feng clan, and as soon as he said this, no other elder dared to say anything. Feng Ran didn't want to punish A Qi severely, but he was relieved to have Donghua and Feng Yun down the two steps.

"That's the case, the emperor accepted the old master's heart." Feng Ran brushed his sleeves, lifted Dong Hua, took the Soul Resurrection Tower in his hand and handed it to Feng Yun.

"Lao Shangjun's love of a disciple is adored by Fengran, but he will be punished if he does something wrong. Even if the old Shangjun intercedes with love today, Kuching made a big mistake, the emperor will not let him lightly."

Feng Ran looked straight, and walked around the Donghua Dynasty to look around Kuching.

The Donghua Zhifeng Clan has taken a step back, no longer say anything, and stepped aside.

"Kuching, are you convicted?"

Kuching bowed his head and turned back towards Feng Dian: "Your Majesty, Kuching made a big mistake, conviction."

"Okay." Feng Ran waved in the air, and a golden imperial decree appeared above the immortals, "Kuching, you kneel down and listen to the decree."

Kuching nodded and knelt to the ground.

"Kuching, you are stubborn and stubborn. You rushed into the phoenix forest to destroy the nirvana of the phoenix, causing her to lose her three souls and seven souls. This emperor punished you today to devote yourself to practicing in the Forbidden Valley of Daze Mountain. , For the day you go out of the valley, when Donghua rises to the emperor and becomes a god, it is when you go down Daze Mountain. Otherwise, you will never go down the mountain and step into the Three Realms!"

Fengran's clear voice resounded through the Wutong Forest. She looked at Kuching with a majestic expression, "You, can you obey me?"

As Feng Ran spoke, Feng Ran's decree appeared word by word on the Tianzhao hanging in the air.

There was no sound in the phoenix tree forest, and the immortals were shocked. It is hard to tell the severity of the punishment.

If the promotion time of Lord Donghua is short, and if his old man has to cultivate for thousands of years to ascend, wouldn't this Kuching be trapped in the forbidden valley of Daze Mountain, and there will never be a time to escape? After all, no one can be considered a promotion.

The fairy princes are all over, only Donghua understands Feng Ran's painstaking efforts.

Yuan Qixu's life style was too expensive, and he was spoiled by God and grew up, and almost no one in the Lower Three Realms could restrain him. When he grows up, if he is still such a flamboyant temperament, how can he bear the responsibility of the gods? Apocalypse sent him to the lower realm back then, and he also had this thought.

In the end, cultivating immortality and cultivating Taoism is only one way of cultivating the mind. Kuching is talented and intelligent, but what it lacks is the heart of calmness and experience. I hope that after this matter, trapping him in Daze Mountain will allow him to concentrate on practicing.

"Serve, Kuching made a big mistake and is willing to receive the penalty." Although he was surprised at Feng Ran's punishment, Kuching was straightforward and knew that he had made a mistake, so he accepted the penalty.

"Okay, the sentence will be executed from today. Go ahead!"

As Feng Ran's voice settled, she stretched out her hand to draw a few imaginary strokes in the air, and the ancient curse culture became a fire phoenix. Huofeng flew over Kuching, "quack" with a weird laugh, then picked up his collar and flew towards Daze Mountain.

Co-authoring the emperor's decree was sincere, and the sentence began before anyone greeted him. The immortals hadn't recovered yet, Gu Xiaopang who had caused a catastrophe was punished.

Gu Xiaopang came to his head and left the Wutong Forest. For some reason, the last thing he looked at was not the peacock princess Hua Shu he was thinking of, but Feng Yin held by the elders of the Feng clan.

At a glance for several years, the pale and delicate face of the red-clothed girl became the deepest memory in his mind before being trapped in the Forbidden Valley.

In the phoenix forest, Feng Ran waved his hand, and the decree in mid-air fell on Donghua's hand.

"Old Lord, is this the emperor's arrangement, is it still proper?"

"Your majesty benevolence, Donghua has nothing to say. Your majesty and the elders can rest assured that after returning to the mountain this time, the old Daoist will be prohibited under the forbidden valley cloth, so that the youngsters will concentrate on practicing and atonement, and will not tolerate it." Donghua paused. Then Fengran said, "I'm afraid it will be hundreds of years to see each other in the future. Everything in the Three Realms is unpredictable. In the future, I will depend on your Majesty to take care of my Daze Mountain. Don't pass by since then, and your Majesty take care."

Donghua bowed again to Feng Ran and the elders of the Feng clan, and then simply led a group of Dazeshan disciples to leave in the direction where Huofeng disappeared.

Donghua is good at divination, today's words...Feng Ran raised his eyebrows and remembered the words in his heart.

Feng Ran turned and looked at the immortal guests behind him.

"Dear friends, it seems that today is not the day of phoenix nirvana of our tribe. In the future, I will invite celestial friends to gather on Wutong Island. This is the end of today, Fengyun, send off guests." The celestial beings nodded slightly, took Feng Yin from the elder's hand, and flew towards the Wutong Hall.

Although all the immortals were a pity for Xiaofengjun's fall, they had watched a good show, and they all returned to the cave with satisfactory and regretful thoughts.

Hua Shu has been following behind the Peacock King, and she didn't show the slightest error from beginning to end, until the Huofeng took Kuching away and was punished, she was really relieved. It's just that she didn't expect that a word of her own mind would ruin Feng Yin's Nirvana and make her come to the world indefinitely. When Hua Shu left the ancient forest, he glanced at the ancestral tree of the phoenix tree from a distance, his expression indescribably complicated.

She has her own life to live, and only hopes that the matter of Kuching and Fengyin will be buried in the ground, and no one will mention it again.

In a blink of an eye, the guests in the Wutong Forest walked clean.

A circle of divine power dispersed, Tianqi and Zihan appeared in midair.

Zi Han said with a stern face and smiled: "God, I have said that with Fengran's method, I will handle this matter properly. Why do you rush over from Ziyue Mountain in such a hurry, better than his own mother? I still care about it."

Tianqi glanced at Zihan, "I'm happy, what's the matter?"

Zihan spread his hands, shrugged and didn't bother to care about him.

"Let's go." Tianqi stood up and waved, a torn space appeared in front of the two.

"Where are you going?" Zi Han scratched his head and said in surprise: "No, you can't find it in these three realms. Are you planning to find it in the turbulence of time and space?"

Tianqi has a knot in his mind. After searching for a deceased person for a hundred years, there is still no news, but he is still stubborn to this day.

Apocalypse did not answer, and went straight into the turbulence of time and space. Zi Han sighed and disappeared behind him in resignation.

In the Fenghuang Hall, Fengyin lit the fire of the soul-suppression tower, and put Fengyin's body into the soul-suppression tower for storage.

Feng Yun sent away the guests and walked into the main hall, standing behind Feng Ran.

"Your Majesty, Demon Lord Chang Qin gives you time to go to her Demon Spirit Mountain to drink, and she has prepared a good drink for you."

"I see." Feng Ran smiled and nodded, she turned around and looked at the elder of the Feng clan. "Have you guessed the identity of Kuching?"

Feng Yun nodded honestly, "The only one who can get close to Jinhuo is the little god." He glanced at Feng Yin in the soul-suppressing tower, "Hey, I don't know when and when the spirit of Ayin will return."

Feng Yin's soul was scattered across the Three Realms, and even with the power of the Feng Clan, it would take hundreds of years to fully retrieve it.

"Nirvana in the fire and phoenix line has been plagued by disasters since ancient times. This disaster was destined by Ayin and cannot be avoided." Feng Ran sighed lightly, walked to the tower of the soul, and looked at the apprentice's still immature face. Can't bear it.

"I just hope that her catastrophe will not be the same as mine... Feng Yun, you will take care of the matters of the Feng clan. I have handed over the heavens to Lan Feng for the time being. From today onwards, I will focus on the overseas Fengdao Island and concentrate on Jingjian. Nourish the soul, unless I go out by myself, don't knock on the broken dragon stone."

The Overseas Phoenix Island is in the eyes of the storm at the end of the sky, and the power of a demigod is not allowed. The only thing that can transmit the message is the broken dragon stone outside the island.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Your Majesty will leave in peace. I will devote all the power of the whole family to find A Yin's soul as soon as possible." Feng Yun knew that Fengran had been obsessed with Jingjian's death for a hundred years, so he could not say anything. , Took the matter of the Feng family.

"Some things don't need to be forced, just do your best. When the time comes, she will naturally come back one day."

Feng Ran nodded, shook his head again, leaving this sentence, and disappeared in the Phoenix Hall.

Since then, the scorching fire in the soul-reducing tower in the Phoenix Hall has been burning for several years.

Until the end of the year, Kuching was trapped in the Forbidden Valley of Daze Mountain, holding a hydrogel beast that had been raised for half a year, and drunk with jade dew, remembering this past event.

He has never forgotten the phoenix crown that appeared in the ancestral tree of the phoenix tree and opened his eyes to look at Feng Yin in the world, just as he always remembered that pale face with closed eyes that could never be born again.

Feng Yin, his sacred beast, had become his sin for the rest of his life before he was born.