Spirit Vessel - Chapter 1150

[Chapter 1150]

Mao Wugui and Xuejiao also hugged each other, and lost their voices in pain, “Jiao Jia! I always thought you would never come back, Lord Turtle. I want to die, I want to die. I dream of you every night…”

“Master Turtle, I didn’t expect you to care so much about me, I…I…” Xue Jiao was at a loss for words for a while, feeling that his prejudice against Master Turtle was too deep, and his face was suddenly full of tears, wishing to dig his heart out for Mao Turtle. lung.

“Don’t say anything, just come back, just come back… By the way, Lord Turtle, I am refining a pot of colorful holy elixir, you can help me see the pot!” The blood dragon was pushed away.

“What? Look at the stove?” Xue Jiao didn’t react for a while, no matter what, he was a quasi-saint-level powerhouse! To show him the stove?

Mao Wugui said: “Old Peanuts brought back a batch of colorful mud, this is immortal mud! I estimate that I can make a good furnace of holy elixir, you go to the furnace, when you get one, it will definitely allow you to reach the holy realm .”

“I’m a quasi-sage…” Xue Jiao felt that it would be a disgrace to look at the stove as a quasi-sage.

“Damn, I told you to go, you go, why do you give Laozi so much nonsense?” Mao Turtle kicked Xuejiao’s ass, kicked it out, fell into a big river, and stuck its head in in river sludge.

When he came to this continent, Feng Feiyun did not live comfortably here, because he knew that the crisis of death still existed, and it could come at any time. At that time, it would be a real disaster.

Now, there is only a brief calm, and the storm is bound to come.

Those who fled back also knew that, so everyone’s smile was stiff, and beneath the smile was a deep worry.

Feng Feiyun sent the end of the ancient times to the seven continents in the starry sky to find them, and then put them in the place of imprisonment, suspended above the sea.

In the land of imprisonment, there are now eight continents!

During this period of time, Nangong Hongyan has been following Feng Feiyun’s side, not leaving an inch. She Bingxue was smart and could feel the worry in Feng Feiyun’s eyes, and could guess that the catastrophe was definitely not over yet, and a bigger catastrophe might still be brewing.

When Feng Feiyun stabilized the entire imprisoned place, she asked, “It’s not over yet, right?”

Under the night corridor, the lights are dim.

Feng Feiyun stared at her stunning fairy face, gently caressed her white and delicate cheeks with her hands, her eyes were tender, her lips moved, and she said, “Trust me, I can handle it well.”

Nangong Hongyan hugged Feng Feiyun’s waist tightly, with a delicate body, and said softly, “How long will you be away?”

Others can’t see Feng Feiyun’s thoughts, but she can see that Feng Feiyun will leave soon. After he left, he didn’t know if he could come back.

Feng Feiyun naturally had to leave. Whether it was the Earth Emperor or the Taoist Yin, the person they wanted to deal with was Feng Feiyun. If Feng Feiyun stayed in the imprisoned place, it would be a great deal for these people who survived the catastrophe. It’s a catastrophe.

There are some things that he wants to carry alone.

For his current state, he must also take this responsibility.

Nangong Hongyan stared into his eyes tightly.

Feng Feiyun said: “It’s estimated that it’s just a few days!”

“Tonight, go to my room!” Nangong Hongyan’s voice was like a fly, and her face showed a touch of red, as if she was drunk, which made people feel fascinated.

She is a stunning beauty. Compared with Dongfang Jingyue, when she said this, the sense of beauty was even more.

“Yeah!” Feng Feiyun nodded.

The night is quiet, the wind is blowing, and the robes are rolled up!

Nangong Hongyan gently untied her belt, and the moon-white robe spread out and slowly fell on the soft carpet.

The two carcasses were lingering on the blanket, and the spring light burst out, echoing the seductive chanting sound, interweaving into a beautiful movement.

Feng Feiyun is in the realm of a great sage, and his physical strength is far from comparable to that of Nangong Hongyan. Under his strong impact, Nangong Hongyan quickly abandoned the armor, and was defeated in a mess, shouting, “Dead, dead. …”

Then, she shuddered really violently, a pair of jade-white slender legs clasped Feng Feiyun’s waist tightly, and passed out, like a mass of crisp spring mud!

On the eyebrows, there is also a touch of spring love, like pear flowers after the rain, delicate and charming!

The next day, early in the morning.

Feng Feiyun put on his clothes, opened the door, took a deep breath of fresh air, and suddenly had a new understanding. Isn’t life as simple as it should be?

It seems to be very happy to be able to sleep peacefully, hug my favorite woman, and say the most humiliating love words to her!

However, once you set foot on the road of immortal cultivation, all this will be replaced by blood and rain, how can you experience the happiness of ordinary people?

In fact, to be an ordinary person who has never been in touch with immortal cultivation, isn’t that a good thing?

However, Feng Feiyun still felt something was missing in his heart? Come to think of it, maybe it’s just one person!

If something that has been lost can be recovered again, it is a better thing than becoming an immortal.

Feng Feiyun also didn’t find out, in fact, he has reached the state of mind of returning to the original and returning to the true.

Ordinary people want to be immortal.

And he wants to be.

“Feng Feiyun, I want a child.” Nalan Xuejian was wearing a Tsing Yi, with a slim figure, Yu Jian flew across the sky, and then landed in front of Feng Feiyun.

She looked anxious, with flowing long hair, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

Feng Feiyun said, “Whose child?”

“My child.” Nalan Xuejian’s star eyes blinked, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and there was a thick mist of water in her eyes, like two black pearls soaked by a spiritual spring.

“You have a child?” Feng Feiyun said.

“I just want you to give it to me. Long Luofu has a child, and now she has been canonized as the Dragon God Concubine, and everyone says that the next generation of the truth emperor must be Feng Xiaolong, then she will be the mother of the emperor, and I But it’s nothing, not even a child! Woohoo… After waiting for you for three thousand years, do you want me to wait another three thousand years?” Nalan Xuejian’s mouth flattened, and she burst into tears. Can’t stop.

She already loved Feng Feiyun very much, but as Feng Feiyun’s cultivation became higher and higher, the gap between the two became bigger and bigger, and her chances of seeing Feng Feiyun became less and less.

Even if she saw it, she was more and more afraid to roll around in front of Feng Feiyun, because Feng Feiyun’s aura was so powerful that even those ancestor-level figures would be invisible to him in front of him. The aura that emanated pressed her head down, not to mention her little girl.

She even felt that Feng Feiyun was a little unfamiliar, and that he had become a little… majestic and unapproachable.

She still likes the Feng Feiyun who made her happy before. At that time, there was no Nangong Hongyan, no Long Luofu, no Dongfang Jingyue, no one, just the two of them. It was the most beautiful time.

Feng Feiyun also has a deep apology in his heart. He has indeed been indifferent to her over the years. He stretched out his arms to gently embrace her petite body, and said softly, “Nalan, you are me. My daughter-in-law, the most obedient and cutest daughter-in-law! You forgot, we got married in the church when we were young, and the big yellow dog on the roadside can witness the marriage.”

Nalan Xuejian was amused by Feng Feiyun, and said, “The big yellow dog died three thousand years ago, and it’s not a marriage, isn’t it?”

“Why doesn’t it count? The big yellow dog can bite people, and it bites over.” Feng Feiyun said that he had bitten over, and he really bit down, biting on Nalan Xuejian’s rosy lips.

Although the war between Taoist Taoist and Earth Emperor will end at any time, there is still time for Feng Feiyun to accompany his family.

It would take at least tens of thousands of years to break through from the Great Sacred Realm to the Sub-Wonderland, and Feng Feiyun was naturally too late.

Since you know that you can’t break through to the sub-immortal realm, why not spend more time with your relatives and live a few days of ordinary life in peace, wouldn’t it be better?

Feng Feiyun’s mentality has changed a bit, and he has changed in a subtle way, but this kind of change has not even been noticed by himself.

The kingdom of heaven was also placed in the imprisoned place by Feng Feiyun, located in the center of the eight continents, replacing the Xiniu Hezhou as the ninth continent.

As for the “Kingdom of Heaven”, it has also been preliminarily completed. It is the only kingdom in the entire imprisoned nine continents.

Feng Feiyun is the emperor of the first generation of the kingdom of heaven, canonized as the “Emperor of Truth”.

With Feng Feiyun’s cultivation base today, it is natural to convince everyone.

The scholar of Tiansuan is the “left side” of the kingdom of heaven, and Mao Wugui becomes the “right side” of the kingdom of heaven.

At this moment, the two prime ministers are standing on the left and right sides of the imperial palace hall, and the scholar of heaven has realized the last barrier, and the aliens are sanctified, known as “wisdom saints”.

And Mao Wugui really has the taste of a turtle prime minister, but only Feng Feiyun and the empresses from the imperial palace dare to call it like that, if others call it like this, it will definitely be angry: “Please call me not broken. Holy Ancestor, or Prime Minister Mao.”

Mao Wugui held a jade slip in his hand and said, “Great Emperor, this is the harem roster that the Empress and I have researched together. Would you like to take a look at it?”

Feng Feiyun smiled and took the jade slip. Seeing the list of concubines on the jade slip, he was immediately dumbfounded. This…there are hundreds of women’s names! Where did so many concubines come from?

And these concubines are also arranged into six grades: Empress, Concubine God, Concubine Tian, Concubine Emperor, Concubine Empress, Concubine Emperor.

What surprised Feng Feiyun the most was that Mo Yaoyao, Wu Qinglu and others were named on it, “What’s the trouble with this? Didn’t Wu Qingxuan cut off the dust, escape into the empty door, and swear before the Buddha. Will you never enter the red dust?”

The Tiansuan scholar and Mao Wugui bowed to Feng Feiyun with sincerity and fear, and said in unison, “It is the duty of my ministers to help the emperor to solve problems.”