Chosen Man
The Show Hasn't Ended
Zhenyu was still unconscious as his body was clutched by Hu Chang, who was hovering in midair.
His current condition was nothing more like a lamb that could be slaughtered at any moment.
Everyone knew that with the immortal cultivation that Hu Chang possessed, Zhenyu would be able to easily be killed with just a single slap of his.
That illusory figure then looked at Feng Zun nervously.
When looking at her father's worried-looking expression, Yin Ying also felt a little uneasy.
He was well aware of the temperament of his master, who never liked to compromise or retreat when faced with a threat.
On the contrary, if the other party dared to kill Zhenyu, his master would definitely destroy the other party!
"My master, will Zhenyu..."
That illusory figure could not help but speak, he naturally couldn't bear to look at Zhenyu's current state.
"Don't worry, he won't die."
Feng Zun spoke calmly.
"As long as Fellow Daoist Feng stops here, this young man will naturally not die either."
Not far away, Hu Chang spoke in a deep voice.
While Chui Leng was standing beside him, his face looked grim and extremely ugly.
If Hu Chang had not acted in time before, he would have already been killed!
"No, you're the one who's gonna die."
Feng Zun's eyes were flat.
"So that's your decision, don't you want this child to stay alive?"
Hu Chang's face was drowned.
"Even you won't have a chance to move."
As Feng Zun said, he looked at Hu Chang from a distance.
In the depths of Feng Zun's eyes, there was an indistinct strand of mysterious light, it was as deep as a starry sky vortex, and as if it showed a door of hell.
Swoshis!
Feng Zun's soul force attacked Hu Chang to the extreme.
Hu Chang's soul felt tremendous pain, and a void appeared.
In an unconscious state, this great cultivator of the Immortal Realm only sensed that his soul was being imprisoned by the hands of a god, and he fell uncontrollably into an endless abyss of darkness.
Emotions of despair, helplessness, and indescribable fear suddenly swept through his mind like a flood.
It's bad!
He could only rely on his instincts that had been honed by Taoism cultivation for so many years, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and his soul finally regained a glimmer of consciousness.
Without hesitation, he immediately pressed his palm intending to break Zhenyu's neck.
But at this moment, his soul suddenly shot out from his body and his gaze became even higher, as if being carried flying into the air, when he looked down, there was a headless corpse on the ground.
The corpse was wearing a mysterious robe, holding a fan in one hand and in the other holding Zhenyu.
From his neck, there was a pool of red blood spurting out.
"It's..."
Hu Chang's pupils suddenly shrank, my body has been decapitated?
When he realized this, Hu Chang's eyes darkened and he completely lost consciousness.
A slash!
His soul was slashed and completely vanished into nothingness.
This strange and frightening scene made Chui Leng's soul seem to want to rush off, and he said frantically, "How is ... how is it possible?"
Earlier he saw that Feng Zun only glanced at Hu Chang, before suddenly Hu Chang's head had been slashed by Feng Zun's sword and was thrown into the air!
From start to finish, Hu Chang did not respond at all, let alone resist.
"Soul secret technique, soul shackles!"
The illusion figure muttered.
"So you also recognize this soul technique?".
Feng Zun asked with a smile.
"Of course, this old man remembered this technique very much while still in my home world, I remember that back then the Sacred Tiger Race gave and taught us this technique before we were expelled from that world."
The illusory figure sighed full of emotion.
Fantian Realm's…
Feng Zun's smile faded.
He ignored his disturbing thoughts and looked at Chui Leng.
"Jang..don't come any closer!"
Chui Leng shuddered, as soon as he recovered from his shock, he immediately turned around and fled.
When a cultivator lost his fighting spirit, they had no other choice but to choose to retreat.
"You are a great cultivator in the immortal realm, why are you so cowardly."
Feng Zun shook his head.
He had originally planned to torture this person and let him experience deep despair, but now that it seemed that he did not need to do anything, the heart of the cultivator from the opponent had been covered by fear.
Such a character was no longer worthy of being referred to as a cultivator.
A slash!
Without delay, Feng Zun swung his sword.
Hundreds of feet away, Chui Leng's figure was still running wild, his head had been decapitated by the sword qi, and his body rolled forward and fell to the ground.
At this point, the three immortal realm cultivators, including Hu Chang, Han Li, and Chui Leng, were all executed on the spot!
Clangs!
Feng Zun kept the Fantian Emperor Sword and glanced at Yin Yin.
Yin Ying was stunned for a moment and instantly understood, she stood up and took all the war booty from the corpse of the three immortals.
That illusory figure looked at Feng Zun...
He was severely injured, but could not cover up his admiration, because Feng Zun had even made his enemy fall without being able to put up a fight, there was an indescribable joy filling his heart. It was as if he found a glimmer of hope that he had long extinguished.
In the past, he, Yin Guan, was eager to take revenge for the death of his wife and also for the destruction of the Qilin Race that he led back then.
But Demon Emperor Damballa had too great a power, which made him realize one thing, except to meet the figure in the prophecy, which was, it was likely that he would never have the ability to achieve his greatest wish.
By the time Feng Zun saw that illusory figure, there were many doubts and questions that plagued his mind.
He knew from Yin Ying that this illusory figure of his father was named Yin Guan, he never expected that he would meet this figure of Yin Guan in the Luo Mainland.
How could Yin Guan reach the Luo Mainland?
How could he be so weak?
How many surprises had occurred in the few years after the disaster had befallen the qilin world?
… Doubts filled Feng Zun's mind one by one.
In the end, he suppressed all these doubts.
Because tonight's show isn't over!
"My lord."
The illusory figure of Yin Guan had been restored and returned to Zhenyu's body.
He could have stayed in Yin Ying's body, but for that illusory figure, it would be too risky to just leave Zhenyu alone.
There were too many joys and sorrows that he had gone through all this time with Zhenyu, and if he were to just leave him alone, it would make Zhenyu's cultivation disturbed, he said, it could even give birth to a heart demon that was at risk of stopping his spirit in cultivating for good.
It has imprinted his heart and cannot be changed.