Fengyunlu

"Hmm?" Lei Gong didn't do much, just waited quietly, wanting to see what the sloppy man could say. Unexpectedly, he said nothing, but just sighed, shook his head, turned away and stopped looking at the mountain. Ali's eyes flickered and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't ask. Seeing that he didn't speak, Lei Gong didn't ask any more questions, as if he didn't want to dwell on this issue. He turned to Mo Qiu and said, "You have to stay, but our Thunderbolt Hall has something to do today, so we can't entertain you well. You can do whatever you want."

After Lei Gong finished speaking, he shook his hand, and a small thunder seal flew out and disappeared in the black fog. The black fog moved, and Mo Qiu caught the seal and played with it for a while, and then a ray of black light shattered it. He said: "Master Lei, why are you in such a hurry? The drama of Thunder Mountain is getting more and more exciting. Come and watch it for a while." After speaking, the black fog moved, disrupting the sword intent coming from the mountain.

Lei Gong looked cold, and then he stopped talking after a glance. Then he flew backwards and landed on the thunder pool. He said, "Second brother, set up the formation." Before he finished speaking, Lei Gong stretched out his hands, placed them flat on both sides, and began to chant. Lei Teng also received the order, and walked to the flag of the Immortal Absolute Formation. As soon as he waved the flag, the disciples in the formation began to move. The power under the Eight Desolations seemed endless, gathering towards the center.

Lei Teng sat in the Wuji, emitting light from his body, sometimes bright, sometimes small, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, very regular, just like breathing. After more than twenty times, Lei Teng pointed the flag at Lei Gong, and then injected the power of heaven. A pillar of light several feet thick rose from the center of the Xianjue formation, instantly hitting Lei Gong and merging into his body.

After more than twenty times, the light on Lei Teng disappeared, and the light column disappeared with it, and then the dark blue light on Lei Gong gradually converged. As the light disappeared, Lei Gong's previous feeling of emptiness disappeared, and the decadence of injury was gone. His dark blue robe fluttered, and he looked like he had fully recovered.

He said, "It's almost done. Wait a moment, everyone. I will treat you well with my Thunder Power." His voice spread across Thunder Mountain like a strong wind. The black fog moved, and Mo Qiu stepped back a few steps and asked, "What is your brother doing..." Before Lei Xiao could answer, the sloppy man said, "He has put the formation on his body, and now he has merged with the formation."

After Moqiu heard this, he seemed a little moved, but he also seemed to be doing something in secret. The sloppy man said, "Don't worry, he was seriously injured and not in good health. This state will not last long." Moqiu heard this and saw Lei Xiao nodded in agreement, so he put away the black mist and the three of them watched Lei Gong together.

Ah Li saw this scene, and when the black fog moved, she unconsciously turned sideways. When the three of them turned around, she slowly raised her head. She saw Lei Gong hanging in the air, with his hands wide open. Immortal power continued to rise from all around Thunder Mountain, passing through Lei Gong, and then turbulently coming back, as if something was about to break out from under Thunder Mountain.

She said, "It's him?" The sloppy man suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp, and shot straight to the mountain. "Do you know him?" Lei Xiao frowned and asked.

Think about it, what mysterious person is hiding on the top of that remote mountain? Even Lei Xiao, a great man, can't figure it out. More than a hundred years ago, Lei Gong built a mysterious retreat in this dangerous place for a mysterious person to practice, but no one knew who this person was. Lei Gong spread the word that his disciples were strictly forbidden to approach that place, otherwise they would be kicked out of the sect and never allowed to come back. How dare the disciples disobey? After so many years, everyone has long forgotten about the mysterious person, as if it was just a legend. If that person hadn't occasionally shown his skills, Lei Xiao would probably have forgotten his existence.

But this mysterious man is so powerful that he doesn't need to show up in person. He can just use some tricks to kill a large number of enemies at the foot of the mountain. His deterrent power is so great that even Moqiu dare not act rashly. His sword is always pointed at Lei Chi, fearing that something will happen. At this moment, a shabby man appears, which makes Lei Xiao's eyes light up. This guy seems to know the mysterious man well and has some friendship with Ali. Now things are interesting!

"I don't know him." The dirty man said coldly, obviously not wanting to say more. Lei Xiao felt bored and didn't ask any more questions. Mo Qiu on the side seemed to understand something and whispered to himself, "So that's it." After saying this, Mo Qiu stopped talking and quietly restrained his breath, as if he was expecting a good show to happen.

Looking at Lei Gong again, his immortal power no longer fluctuated, as if it had reached a certain limit. The immortal power slowly condensed in the thunder pool, becoming thicker and thicker. After a while, the thick immortal power changed from gas to mist, and then from mist to cloud. The entire top of Leiming Mountain was shrouded in a vast expanse of white immortal cloud mist.

Lei Gong closed his arms and slowly landed on the thunder pool. He stood in the pool, protecting his chest with his hands and closing his eyes. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and called out. With this call, Leiming Mountain began to vibrate and the ground trembled, and people could not stand steadily. The two sides fighting at the bottom of the mountain also paused their actions and looked up at the top of the mountain.

On each of the nine peaks surrounding Leiming Mountain, a ray of colorful light shot up into the sky, went straight into the clouds and then disappeared, reappearing after a while, flying towards the red and purple clouds. Lei Gang looked back at the Leichi, his heart full of worry. "No! I have to go back and take a look!" The next second, this was the only thought in his mind, and he turned around and ran back to the Leichi.

However, how could the enemies at the foot of the mountain let him do what he wanted? Several masters of the Immortal Demon Hall saw the glow flying towards the Thunder Pond, and saw Lei Gang turning around and running back. They were worried that something was wrong with the Immortal Concubine in the Thunder Pond, so they hurried to stop him. In an instant, the battle began again. Lei Gang was uneasy and pushed the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art to the extreme, fighting desperately, just wanting to rush to the Thunder Pond.

As soon as he moved, several masters failed to stop him and also ran towards the Thunder Pool. Nine rays of colorful light descended from the sky, passed through the red purple cloud, and with a trace of heavenly power, they directly penetrated into the Thunder Pool and disappeared on the altar. The eight thunder flames were infused with the colorful rays of light, and the firelight was colorful and ever-changing on the high platform, and was injected into the treasure bottle together with the ninth ray of light.

The bottle shook gently, as if something was trying to break free inside, but couldn't get out. Zhuang Mo held the bottle and coaxed it softly, "Don't worry, this kid is full of innate spiritual energy and won't embarrass you." As soon as he finished speaking, the bottle seemed to understand and calmed down after shaking a few times. Zhuang Mo waited on the side and saw that the nine rays of light were full. He turned to Long Tiexin and said, "After we get the magic pot back, we can continue..."

At this time, Zhuang Mo was holding a khaki cloth bag in his hand, tied with a golden rope, with a yin-yang fish hanging at each end, and a few rope tassels floating at the fish tails. He played with one end of the rope, gently twisting the tassel, glancing at Long Tiexin, and suddenly said, "Miss Long, I will put a talisman on the magic weapon later, and delay the emperor when he comes out. When he is not prepared, the Fang of the Cold Moon will pierce his chest and freeze him, and then we will quickly take back the Divine Pot Chapter." Long Tiexin nodded in agreement, and the Fang of the Cold Moon immediately returned to Zhuang Mo.

Zhuang Mo didn't waste any words. He smiled and raised his hand. A golden talisman appeared instantly. The handwriting on it was elegant, and under the word "imperial" was a flying dragon. It looked sloppy, but it was full of terrifying power. Long Tiexin looked cold and watched Zhuang Mo's actions silently. The talisman floated to the magic weapon, and a golden light flashed, turning into a few vermilion lines.

The tassel was slowly pulled apart, Zhuang Mo shook the bag, and black mist filled the air, gathering into a human figure in the air. "You still remember me, young man." Jiuyou's voice came slowly, floating on the altar. "Emperor, don't praise me yet, I have something to ask of you." Zhuang Mo responded, and his gestures were very respectful.

Jiuyou felt something was wrong and asked in confusion: "Tell me, why did you let me go here?" "This..." Zhuang Mo paused, exchanged glances with Long Tiexin, and then said: "Emperor, do you still remember that I owe you a favor?"

As he spoke, Long Tiexin had quietly controlled the Fang of the Frost Moon, and a divine weapon quietly attacked from an unknown place. Jiuyou was shrouded in black fog and didn't notice it at all. Suddenly, Zhuang Mo said, "Emperor, I'm sorry." After saying that, he put on the talisman, and Jiuyou was instantly fixed. The Fang of the Frost Moon took the opportunity to pass through his chest and trapped him.

Jiuyou was trapped, unable to move, and Tongtian Lu could not be used. He was not angry, but smiled: "Good boy, you can draw Tiangang Lu, it's really not simple." Zhuang Mo was not surprised, smiled lightly, and apologized again: "Emperor, I'm sorry."

Long Tiexin watched them from the side, feeling a little strange, but didn't ask any more questions. Saving people is the most important thing now, and other things can be discussed later. "Let's do it." Long Tiexin said, and then sent Jiuyou and Hanyuezhiya to Zhuang Mo. Zhuang Mo nodded, took a step forward, and said, "Emperor, I'm sorry."

After Zhuang Mo finished speaking, he gently put two fingers together and shook them gently, as if he was performing some magical trick. Then, his fingers and half of his arm instantly shone with golden light, emitting a sacred light. This light flowed slowly like running water, illuminating Zhuang Mo's body like a golden arhat. He then slowly stretched his fingers into the black mist, as if he was looking for some mysterious secret.

Watching Zhuang Mo's movements, the black mist on Jiuyou seemed to fade. But a closer look revealed that the black mist did not disappear, but was slowly sucked into Zhuang Mo's hand, so it looked lighter. After a while, the black mist completely disappeared, revealing Jiuyou's true appearance. He looked very similar to Fengchen, but also very different. Fengchen had the aura of a young man, while Jiuyou looked deep, as if he had experienced countless years.

Long Tiexin watched from the side. She was an ancient venerable and the culprit of the past. She couldn't help but take a few more glances. But she just looked and left to save Fengchen. Her actions were seen by Jiuyou. He saw the Seven Sages' Light in the Aquarius merge with Fengchen's innate Qi, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Zhuang Mo also saw it. He smiled secretly, as if he had seen something, but he didn't say it out loud. He continued to quietly collect the half-refined Divine Pot Chapter by Jiuyou. Then he slowly took it back and turned it into the appearance of the Feng family's fragments. After a long time, everything was completed. Zhuang Mo apologized to Jiuyou: "It's urgent, I have to do this. If I offend the emperor, you can do whatever you want after I finish my work."

Jiuyou smiled and said nothing, but nodded, not seeming to be angry. Long Tiexin watched coldly, knowing what was going on, but not saying anything. She knew what was important now and what could be put aside temporarily.

"Miss Long, help me use the spiritual fire." Zhuang Mo said. Long Tiexin immediately started, stirring the vase with the light of the three-point Dingyuan Pearl, as if looking for firewood. After a while, a ball of colorful light slowly formed and rose into the air. Long Tiexin bit his finger, squeezed out three drops of blood with golden threads, and called Lei Yan, and the two things ignited a small flame together. Although the flame was dim, it never went out. Long Tiexin used his true essence to send the flame into the colorful light ball.

Suddenly, the flames lit up the entire altar like oil poured on fire. Zhuang Mo threw the fragments of the Divine Pot into the fire, then raised his finger, and the black mist on his arm slowly drifted towards the flames.

"Accumulate!" Zhuang Mo chanted, and a golden talisman appeared on his finger. The talisman spun faster and faster, and finally only a ball of golden light could be seen. Zhuang Mo put down his hand, and the golden light shot directly into the fairy fire.

After an unknown amount of time, the fairy fire gradually dimmed and finally went out. After the flames disappeared, an ancient book fell down with the words "Shen Hu" written on it. There were endless chapters in it. Zhuang Mo caught the ancient book, took a look at it, and then said, "Miss Long, it's up to you next."

Long Tiexin took the ancient book, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She knew that this ancient book contained endless mysteries and also carried the hope of the Feng family. She gently turned the pages and saw the words flowing, as if countless stars were shining in it.

"I will do my best." Long Tiexin said calmly, but there was determination in his voice.

Zhuang Mo nodded. He knew Long Tiexin's ability and believed that she could complete the task. He turned and looked into the distance, thinking about the next plan. Although they had taken back the Divine Pot, the threat from Emperor Jiuyou still existed, and Fengchen's safety also concerned him.

"We have to find Fengchen as soon as possible," Zhuang Mo said in a deep voice, "The innate Qi in his body has merged with the Seven Sages' Light. If he is not treated in time, his life may be in danger."

Hearing this, Long Tiexin's eyes flashed with worry. She knew that Zhuang Mo was right. Feng Chen's safety was related to the future of the entire Feng family. She nodded in agreement.

The two of them said no more, and quickly left the altar and headed towards Fengchen. Along the way, Zhuang Mo kept thinking about strategies to deal with Jiuyou, while Long Tiexin silently mobilized his true energy to prepare for the next challenge.

Finally, they arrived at the place where Fengchen was. Fengchen was lying on a barren land, his face pale and his breath weak. Long Tiexin hurried forward, gently covered Fengchen with the chapters in the ancient book, and chanted an ancient spell.