Just after birth, the abandoned counterattack system came

In the room, the surroundings were as quiet as if time had stopped flowing.

The only thing that can be heard is the faint breathing sound that is present and vague, like a gossip.

Chu Feng was wearing white clothes and straight.

His body was surrounded by a hazy, dreamlike halo.

I don’t know how long it took, but the halo slowly dissipated like a wave of ebbing tide.

Chu Feng's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

There was still a trace of confusion and trance that had just woken up from the deep soul exploration in his eyes, as if he was still immersed in that thrilling soul journey.

"How is it? Have you found it?"

The Heavenly Soul Saint had been waiting aside for a long time. At this moment, he saw Chu Feng finally woke up and asked.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, and he sighed softly, with a hint of unconcealable regret.

"No, this person is the leader of the Evil God Cult, but in his memory, he has never seen the saint of the Faceless Clan."

"The leader of the Evil God Cult? I didn't expect that it was still a big fish, and I didn't expect that under such suppression, the Evil God Cult almost gave birth to a saint."

The Heavenly Soul Saint shook his head slightly, and a complex feeling flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, once the Evil God Cult really gives birth to a saint, it will be a big trouble for us. It seems that the aliens have really invested in the Evil God Cult."

Chu Feng nodded slightly. Once the Evil God Sect has a strong man of the saint level, it will be a lot of trouble for the human race.

"Chu Feng, is there any other useful information?" asked the Tianji Soul Saint.

"There are some, I already know the strongholds of the Evil God Cult and the spies distributed in high-level countries."

Chu Feng's eyes were like the cold stars flashing in the night sky, and his tone was calm and powerful, "I have to say that the Evil God Cult has really penetrated the top leaders of various countries, and there are still many King Wu."

"Okay, Chu Feng, when are you going to start fishing?" asked the Tianji Soul Saint.

Chu Feng pondered for a moment, and his mind was like a machine running at high speed, and various plans and possible situations flashed quickly.

Every situation was repeatedly deduced in his mind, and every detail was carefully considered by him.

Then, he said in a deep voice: "Of course, the faster the better."

His heart was filled with anxiety, after all, it was related to the safety of his parents and relatives.

Although there is Tianyi Soul Emperor protecting him secretly, he knows that things in the world are unpredictable and he is not afraid of ten thousand, but he is afraid that if he can't afford to gamble, nor does he want to gamble, nor does he want to make any mistakes.

When he thought of the danger his parents might face, there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

The Heavenly Soul Saint nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll hold a meeting of Saints now."

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In that magnificent and majestic hall, the temple is like a shining pearl embedded between heaven and earth, exuding a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

The dome of the temple towered into the clouds, as if it was about to break through the sky and reach the endless sky.

Above the dome, ancient and mysterious runes and patterns are painted. The runes and patterns seem to have life, and are faintly shining with glimmers, as if they are whispering the magnificent glorious history and endless mysterious secrets of the human race.

As dazzling lights slashed through the void like lightning, the powerful aura spread like a surging tide, spreading with a surging momentum.

The appearance of each ray of light was accompanied by a slight vibration in the space, as if announcing the arrival of powerful people.

The human saints gathered together again.

"Tianji, didn't you just hold a meeting? Why did you hold another meeting?"

The White Tiger Martial Saint hugged his hands in front of his chest, and a bitter aura was emitting.

There was a clear expression of dissatisfaction on her face, and her brows frowned slightly, forming a shallow word "chuan", with a hint of impatientness in her eyes.

In her opinion, meetings are far from the opportunity to seek breakthroughs.

Although her opportunity for breakthrough is still empty, as if hidden in the depths of layers of fog, which is elusive, in her heart, it is always better than having a meeting.

She is determined to pursue the peak of martial arts and always lacks patience for these cumbersome meetings.

Qilin Martial Saint also frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubt, like a bottomless lake.

He asked, "Tianji, what happened? So anxious? Is there something happening in the Holy Ruins again?"

The saints' eyes turned to the Heavenly Secret Soul Saint, with a look of inquisitiveness in their eyes.

The Heavenly Soul Saint smiled with a mysterious smile on his face, and that smile seemed to be hidden endlesslyThe secret.

He said, "Everyone, don't be impatient. This meeting will naturally be discussed with important matters."

He deliberately kept it aside, trying to arouse everyone's curiosity first and then announce important news.

At this time.

An illusory light and shadow slowly emerged from the main seat of the Temple. The light and shadow exude a powerful and majestic aura, as if it could control the power of life and death of all things in the world.

The light and shadow gradually became clear, revealing the majestic face of Emperor Zulong Martial Emperor. His eyes revealed an innate kingly aura, as if he could see through all the illusions and see the essence of all things in the world.

Seeing this, the saints quickly stood up with a respectful expression and said in unison: "See Your Majesty Ancestral Dragon."

The sound was neat and loud, echoing in the temple like a bell.

The phantom of the Ancestral Dragon Martial Emperor nodded slightly, his voice calm and powerful, like the sound of rolling thunder sounding in the temple, and he said, "Let the meeting begin."

A few simple words seem to contain endless power, making people dare not slacken at all.

"Yes, Brother Long."

The Heavenly Soul Saint nodded and responded, and then the space was torn apart by a powerful force, making a harsh sound, as if the heaven and earth were moaning in pain.

Chu Feng's figure slowly emerged from the torn space.

"Chu Feng?"

As soon as Chu Feng appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of all the saints.

As the personal disciple of Emperor Zulongwu, all the saints present naturally recognize and are very enthusiastic.

Some saints showed a kind smile on their faces, while others had a glimmer of appreciation in their eyes, and they smiled and said hello.

Some saints even walked forward and gently patted Chu Feng on the shoulder to show their friendship.

Seeing this, Chu Feng hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "I have met Master."

The phantom of the Ancestral Dragon Martial Emperor nodded and smiled, "You kid, wait for my real body to come back, and settle the accounts with you, the accounts of the Blood War Room."

The smile had a hint of teasing, but Chu Feng's giant flower tightened............