The master of cultivating immortals protects me

"East Emperor." With a slightly accentuated tone, he read the name of the person possessing the servant, and there was also a hint of warning.

"Oh——" the voice was deliberately prolonged, and Donghuang laughed mockingly, "We are omnipotent, and the high-ranking Tianzun Fenghuang will also be angry? Just because I mentioned something you don't want to recall past?"

A burst of laughter echoed in the empty suburb, and the man who raised his jaw slightly walked towards Fenghuang step by step.

"My dear brother, this is not like you, as strong as you should not be contaminated by mortal emotions, you have become unlike you, the little crow that disturbed your mood is already dead, and death is death , why let him come back?"

Putting his fingers lightly on the man's shoulder, Donghuang stared at the side face of this indifferent man, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if he comes back, if he recalls the past, do you think...he will love you?" The hypocritical and indifferent person still hates you?"

These words seemed to hit Fenghuang's sore spot, and the man's eyes turned cold: "As brothers, even if I can't kill you, I don't mind letting you retreat for ten thousand years."

As soon as the calm as water voice fell to the ground, an invisible and stern killing intent suddenly shook Fenghuang's body towards the surroundings, and the black mist that had been lingering around the surroundings a moment ago disappeared completely in an instant.

In the distant wind came the arrogant laughter of a man who was getting further and further away.

As soon as the possessing spirit disappeared, Wen Liang's body lost control and fell towards Feng Huang who was still standing there.

Wen Liang regained his self-awareness in an instant, and Wen Liang, who was still in a trance, opened his eyes and saw the man close at hand.

He had never had the opportunity to look at this man seriously, and never thought he could get half a step closer to this man.

At this moment, his hand was actually on the other's shoulder.

There was a blank in his head, Wen Liang actually stood in place and stared at the other party, forgetting to react, until Feng Huang glanced at him lightly, only to realize how dangerous his actions were.

The body was instantly pushed away by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground. Enduring the pain in his body, he swallowed back the blood gushing into his mouth. Wen Liang knelt on the ground and dared not look up at the man again.

"Master, please forgive Wenliang's overstepping!"

His forehead hit the ground heavily, and he was ready to bear the worst result, but he didn't hear any movement after a while.

"Master?" He called softly, but there was no response.

Slowly raising his head, there was no one around, and the man who was standing in front of him had long since disappeared.

Looks like he saved his life.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed directly on the ground. He looked down at his fingertips, which seemed to still have the temperature of the man who had disappeared.

It was like a dream, did he actually touch Feng Huang's shoulder?

In a trance, he unconsciously and boldly recalled the scene of being very close to that powerful man before, and before he had time to digest it slowly, Feng Huang's faint glance at him suddenly appeared in his mind.

There was only indifference in Fenghuang's eyes, and that touch of disgust that he couldn't ignore.

In the eyes of that man, he was nothing more than an ant-like existence.

If Feng Huang could notice a slight change in his heart, I'm afraid, the next time it will really end in physical and spiritual destruction.

"Xu Xiaofeng, who the hell are you to make that person... focus on you so much?"