"You really don't go with me?"

True Spirit Continent, in Ziyun Mountain.

On the top of a mountain peak in Ziyun Mountain, Yan Feng and Ming Ye, the two stood here.

This was said by Yan Feng to Mingye.

"Not yet. Now Ziyun Shen County has become like this. The current situation in the mainland is chaotic. Once I leave, this place may be swallowed up in an instant."

From this mountain top, Mingye looked at the endless mountains and rivers, Ziyun Shen County.

This is true.

The powerful existences of Ziyun Divine Lord and many of Ziyun Divine County died in the previous battle.

Now, in this Ziyun Divine County, even a Heavenly King's cultivation level cannot be found.

In this case, if Ming Ye leaves.

Then Ziyun Shen County will become a hot commodity in the eyes of other counties, and it is estimated that as soon as you leave.

Within three days, this place will definitely be fought for by nearby counties.

After all, no matter what, this Ziyun Shen County is ultimately a Shen County, and the resources accumulated are far from comparable to other counties.

Under the current situation, whoever grabs these resources will belong to them.

If there is no resource to protect the strong, it is to be slaughtered.

Mingye, he felt that he owed Su Qingyu too much to leave.

If you leave...

The entire Ziyun Shen County will fall into extreme chaos.

"I understand."

Yan Feng nodded slightly, and at this moment, there was an ancient wooden ring added to his left hand.

This was obtained from the treasury of Ziyun Mountain and was a space magic weapon.

And in this Ziyun Mountain, there was a pavilion that disappeared. It was the pavilion where Lin Xueer was, which was received by Yan Feng into the space ring.

He must never leave Lin Xueer here anymore.

Nowadays, there are fighting everywhere. Even if the Zhenling Continent has threatened sea monsters in the sea, the rhythm of internal strife is much lighter than that of stopping the war.

But now it is the Dharma-Ending Age, and no one is afraid of anyone.

Seeing fat, no one doesn't want to go up and fight for it.

"What do you have to bring to her?"

Faced with the wind, it whistled.

Long hair, flying in this wind.

The "she" in Yan Feng's mouth is naturally a Qing Yao.

"Transfer this to her."

Ming Ye raised his hand, and in his hand there was an object like a conch.

It's just that this thing is black.

"This is the sound snail on the banks of the Demon Sea, and everything I want to say is in it."

“It will definitely be delivered.”

Yan Feng waved his hand and put away the magic snail.

Then, it turned into a sword shadow and broke through the air.

After this sword shadow took off, a blood shadow also broke through the sky in Ziyun Mountain and merged with this sword shadow.

This blood shadow is Blood Qiu.

Just as the two of them agreed before, Xue Qiu should not kill at will, but should follow Yan Feng.

When Yan Feng succeeds, he will shape his own soul and spirit body for Xue Qiu.

It’s still the time of autumn and the blood of autumn, each of which belongs to one person.

The sword shadow and blood shadow soon disappeared on the edge of the sky.

Ming Ye glanced at the two disappeared rainbows from afar, and then turned into a ball of black gas and dissipated in place.

Before Su Qingyu's tombstone, Ming Ye's figure appeared here.

Looking at the tombstone, Mingye fell into deep thought.

Thinking of Su Qingyu's last smile before his death, it was lingering in Mingye's heart no matter what.

Sitting cross-legged, Mingye sat quietly facing the tombstone.

At the same time, he was also thinking about the candidates for some people in his mind.

These people are all from Ziyun Mountain.

It is also some disciples taught by Su Qingyu. Su Qingyu is dead and someone must inherit Ziyun Mountain.

And these people must be selected from Su Qingyu's disciples.

This task naturally fell on Mingye.

Looking back on these days, Mingye was thinking about who if it were Su Qingyu, who would she choose?

And at the same time.

Yan Feng and Xue Qiu, the two turned into a long rainbow and headed straight to the straits where the True Spirit and Zhi Zhan were separated.

It has been several hours apart, and I guess the sea monsters on the beach have stopped a lot, not as aggressive as before.

In addition, there is still a blood autumn next to Yan Feng, and his confidence in crossing the strait is even greater.

"Where are you going?"

Xue Qiu beside him asked coldly.

"Stop the war."

Yan Feng also just spoke lightly, and the two of them didn't say much.

But at this moment.

In front of the two, there was a tremor in the void.

The figures of the two stopped suddenly.

From that void, an illusory shadow appeared.

This person is the Great God of Immortal Wind.

However, Yan Feng had never seen this great god of immortal wind and did not recognize it. However, the aura emitted from this illusory shadow made Yan Feng strange.

It is obviously very powerful, but it is extremely weak.

"Can I borrow a few words to say to my friend?"

The incarnation of the divine consciousness of the Immortal Wind God said with a smile, his voice was very kind and without any coercion.

Because of this, Yan Feng did not have any vigilance.

"Who are you?"

Yan Feng asked with a frown.

"Mu Zhibai's teacher."

The Great God of Immortal Wind did not directly say who he was, but just said that he was Master Mu Zhibai.

Yan Feng was stunned. Mu Zhibai's master naturally knew who it was.

The power of the most holy wind.

The power of my own wind comes from this great god of immortal wind.

"The senior invited me, and I feel very honored, so of course I can do it."

Yan Feng bowed slightly, then spoke lightly at Xue Qiu beside him: "You wait for me here, don't run around."

Xue Qiu glared at Yan Feng and said nothing, but he agreed.

"Senior, please."

Yan Feng said respectfully.

"Please, please."

The Great God of Immortal Wind also smiled, and then the two of them walked thousands of feet and talked in the air.

at the same time.

The Shi Zhan Continent and the True Spirit are opposite the Strait, which belongs to the Shi Zhan.
To be continued...