Outside the Fenjing Lingshan Mountain, there is an inconspicuous small earth slope.

There are thorns and crumbles, and a sharp rock is isolated.

At this moment, on this rock, a young man sat cross-legged.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hooked nose, big eyes and thick eyebrows. He looked like he had the blood of the Northern Hu people. He had long dark gray hair on his head, casually holding his hair bun and tied a thorn hairpin.

The boy's eyebrows and eyebrows were different from ordinary people. There seemed to be a little purple mole between the left eyebrows and a little black mole between the right eyebrows and a little black mole between the right eyebrows.

In addition, the boy was dressed casually, with simple cloth robes and black socks and shoes, which seemed to be from a countryside, but he had a fierce temperament that was not angry and mighty, which was very different.

He was sitting on the sharpened rock at this moment, holding a scroll of ancient military books, reading with relish.

Suddenly, a figure approached and bowed and said respectfully:

"Crown Lord, my subordinates have found out that Elder Jinjiao ordered nearby practitioners to come and divide the Burning Jingling Mountain in your name..."

The young man who is called "Crown Lord" is the most famous genius in the world and the top three in the Shensihuan List - the saint of the Riqiong Blessing Land, the crown prince "Jing Wuji".

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Jing Wuji still seemed to be nothing. He flipped through the military books, with a hint of childish voice and said:

"Since I'm here and spreading rumors in my name, what's wrong? It's not a big deal. If Elder Jinjiao likes it, he will go."

This subordinate, who is as shadow, hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said:

"Crown Lord... This time I came to attack Fenjing Lingshan, but it was not the crown prince who took action. But outside rumors say that the crown prince destroyed Fenjing Lingshan..."

Jing Wuji just smiled and said nothing, looking up at the shadow beside him:

"Sima, how is the battle now?"

Sima, a subordinate, responded respectfully:

"Bai Qi has not returned to Burning Jingling Mountain for a century, and his original power has dissipated. However, he still has few loyal confidants left behind and desperately guarding him. Elder Jinjiao came to fight and suffered some damage. It can only be said to be a miserable victory."

"Now, Fenjing Lingshan is about to be destroyed, and only Bai Qi is left to support him..."

"Nearly? Support?" Jing Wuji smiled sarcastically and said calmly:

"After this battle, what are Jinjiao waiting for? Why don't he achieve his merits and completely destroy it?"

Sima said: "It is because Bai Qi's sworn brother Elder Yan Wang rushed to help thousands of miles to protect Fenjing Lingshan... and there is also a registered disciple Song Chongyang, who is also among them."

"Oh, it's interesting..." Jing Wuji smiled silently, looked at the direction of Fenjing Lingshan at the distance, and said with a smile:

"Yan Wang, I know that killing the ghost Yan Wang, one of the former envoys of the Northern Qin Dynasty's God Capital, is a tricky figure! Song Chongyang? Well, is it Song Chongyang, the next generation of saints of the 'Red Blood Blessing Land'?

"It's this person." Sima nodded.

"That's even more interesting, haha..." Jing Wuji finally laughed, scratched his eyebrows with military books, and said:

"Elder Jinjiao hit the wall, right? He is afraid of the mouse? The Riqiong Blessing Land and the Red Blood Blessing Land have been fighting openly and secretly for countless years. If Jinjiao had the courage to kill Song Chongyang, he would have annoyed Zhang Zhaxiao, the Holy King of the Red Blood Blessing Land."

"Haha, Zhang Zhaxiao, this is Zhang Ranmei's biological son!"

When Sima heard the name "Zhang Ranmei", his body trembled for a moment.

However, Jing Wuji mentioned "the blessed land of the cracked sky", "the blessed land of the red blood", "Zhang Zhaxiao", "Zhang Ranmei", etc., but there was no trace of respect in his words, and there was no attitude that children of the blessed land should have.

Sima had to bow and whisper and asked, "Crown, what should I do next?"

Jing Wuji waved his hand:

"My master, I'm just here to escort the formation, but in fact I'm watching the show. If Jinjiao can't take down the Fenjingling Mountain, it's all my business!"

"Besides, I am very busy too. The 'Ten Evils of the Ancients' flies are circling around me and want to take my head. If I weren't worried about implicating the Riqiong Blessing Land, I would have to go out and walk around, so I wouldn't bother to deal with these messy things!"

Sima suddenly seemed embarrassed, and whispered again with caution:

"Crown Lord, if you don't take action... Elder Jinjiao is the younger brother of the Great Elder after all. If the Great Elder stands by, the Great Elder's face will be ugly..."

"Uncle?" Jing Wuji laughed, continued to flip through the military books, and said calmly:

"The Great Elder is not a dead father or mother. Is it difficult to see, it's all my business!"

"Well, I actually really admire Bai Qi, the God of Killing, hehe, the nickname is also good. He returned to the Blessed Land of Rising Qiong, and after all, he just asked for a 'Soul-Suppressing God Pill'. If he could fulfill his wish, he would definitely be loyal to Blessed Land of Rising Qiong. But those idiots don't understand this good thing?"

When Jing Wuji said this, he simply put down his military book and said to Sima:

"There is also that stupid brother of Silver Horn, Golden Horn. In name, he is one of my masters, but he is not a good thing. He actually acts like a sing and wants to force Bai Qi to bow his head and be a dog?"

"They don't think about it either. A man nicknamed Killing God, a man who is willing to compromise in order to save his wife. His mentality will definitely go to extremes at that time! When encountering Mars, he will explode!"

"You said, why should Yinjiao mess with him? So, he was killed by Bai Qi, and he deserved it!"

Jing Wuji spat and said:

"It's all a mess. Jinjiao has the face to stand up for his brother and fight against him. Liqiong Fudi is also very handsome and ordered the world to come and divide the Burning Jingling Mountain. What's the idea that dog brains and pig brains came up with?"

"Yan Wang rushed to help thousands of miles away. He knew he was going to die, but he was coming! Song Chongyang, obviously, had nothing to do with him, but he knew he was going to die, but he was coming!"

"Life and die together, where righteousness comes! This is the passionate way of military strategists!"

Jing Wuji's tone gradually became cold, and he didn't look like a child of fifteen or sixteen years old. His eyes were shining with divine light and he said in a deep voice:

"Whether the Great Elder or the Golden Horn or the Silver Horn, this will be the same in this life. In my opinion, if the Rifting Blessed Land is so artificial, it will be over sooner or later!"

The more Sima listened, the more frightened he became. When he heard the last sentence, he was so scared that he bowed repeatedly:

"Crown Prince is careful to speak! Be careful to speak!"

"What do you mean by your mother? What are you afraid of?" Jing Wuji laughed, "Young Master is the crown prince, but you may not be the crown prince of the Riqiong Blessing Land. If you annoy me, you will go to the Red Blood Blessing Land to be the crown prince. No matter how bad you are, you can go to the Blessing Land to be the crown prince..."

He suddenly paused, spat again, shook his head and said:

"No, no, take back this sentence. Jue Lin's blessed land is not very good, it's not cost-effective!"

Sima was laughing and crying, and seemed at a loss. He was not right to persuade him, nor did he not persuade him, nor did he know what to do.

Jing Wuji also saw his subordinates' embarrassment, reached out and patted Sima on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"I'll just stay for one day, let's talk about it. After all, this world is strong! Whoever has a big fist will listen to whoever has a big fist. If Jinjiao can take down the Fenjing Lingshan, that is his ability. Bai Qi can keep it, that's also his ability."

"If there is no other 'hunter' and 'Gu Gate' come here to fish in a mess, I can finish the work and go to other places to have a good time..."

After saying that, Jing Wuji waved Sima to leave, continued to hold up the military book and read it, and then patted the pages of the book with annoyance:

"The ten evil spirits in recent years will come sooner or later. You can prepare early."

Sima respectfully accepted the order and quietly retreated.

......

......

In front of the ruins of Jingling Mountain.

Yan Wang and Song Chongyang stood side by side to block Liu Tongluo.

"Liu Tongluo, do you fight or not? You don't retreat, and you don't fight or not. What's the point of robbing you from running away?"

Yan Wang glanced at Liu Tongluo and spoke sarcasticly.

Liu Tongluo's face finally became ugly, and his companions around him were also full of murderous intent. As soon as they were ordered, they would launch a fierce attack.

But Liu Tongluo has not made a decision for a long time.

At this moment, Yan Wang was the Hinayana Venerable, and Bai Qi was also the Hinayana Venerable. Although he was in the same realm as him, his combat power was different.

One kills the god and the other kills the ghost. It was famous in the Northern Qin Dynasty, and there were more than one or two Hinayana Venerables under his command...

Looking at Song Chongyang outside Yan Wang and Bai Qi, Liu Tongluo had even more toothache.

Although this kid is just a combat power of a god general, his identity is different.

Liu Tongluo couldn't help but secretly blame Elder Jinjiao in his heart.

This time, I was really wrong. I never expected that Yan Wang would leave the blessed land, rush to help thousands of miles away, and intervene in the burning of Jingling Mountain. After all, everyone in the world knew that Yan Wang and Bai Qi were mortal enemies...

Even unexpectedly, he brought a "Red Blood Blessing" next generation of saints and patriarchs.

Destroying Fen Jingling Mountain is not a big deal, and killing Bai Qi and Yan Wang is not a big deal. But if Song Chongyang is killed and he is involved in Fen Jingling Mountain is complicated and difficult to describe.

Although the "Red Blood Blessing Land" is weaker than the "Red Blood Blessing Land", the Holy King of the Red Blood Blessing Land is "Zhang Zhaxiao"!

It is known to everyone in the entire Northern Qin Dynasty that Zhang Zhaxiao is famous for being unreasonable and protecting his son!

Liu Tongluo was in a dilemma and was in a stalemate for a moment.

At this moment.

Suddenly, a sharp roar rose into the sky.

In an instant, there was a brilliant sword energy, which was as if soaring into the sky, and it swept across the sky without restraint, like a roaring flame, falling in front of Liu Tongluo and others.

The sword energy flowed faintly and the flames disappeared, and a tall black-bearded man strode out of the sky.

This man had scars on his face, and he seemed to have been slashed on his forehead, revealing the golden bone crack. His whole body was as murderous as the substance, and every step he took was as clanging as iron.

"Yan Wang, you are already a death sentence!"

"This matter has come to this point, and we will eventually fight!"

The visitor was the "Golden Horn Elder", one of the elders of the Riqiong Blessing Land. After appearing, he pointed at Yan Wang and shouted:
To be continued...