[The first thousand six hundred and ninety-three chapters]
After a brief silence, one of the other gods spoke again: “Young Master Chu, you are a bit unkind, right? We come with sincerity, and even the formation won’t let us in, isn’t it a bit unreasonable?”
Hearing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of Song Yan’s mouth: “Since you don’t want to say it here, then forget it, I’m not interested in what you said anyway!”
As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan was ready to return to the formation.
“Wait a minute!”
“Young Master Chu, we are actually here to cooperate with you!”
“Not interested in!”
Song Yan made a random stroke, the formation cracked, and he was about to step in.
For a while, the faces of the ten gods couldn’t help showing panic, and one of them gritted his teeth and said, “Young Master Chu, in fact, we were entrusted by the Holy Son of Ao Tian to investigate Feng Jiu Goddess!”
“Why don’t you tell me earlier! Why bother!” Song Yan turned around and looked at the ten gods playfully.
For a while, they looked a little embarrassed.
“Young Master Chu, Goddess Feng Jiu has been here for four or five days. How is she doing?”
“Does this have anything to do with you?” Song Yan pouted.
“But we are bringing Aotian Holy Son…!”
Song Yan waved his hand to interrupt the other party’s words: “Don’t you know that I killed an Ao Tian subordinate? Do you think I will give him face?”
“This……?”
For a moment, the ten deities were speechless.
“Go back and tell Ao Tian, don’t send people to harass me again, otherwise, I’ll kill each one!”
“you!”
Hearing Song Yan’s words, the ten deities were very angry.
“What? Are you not convinced?”
Song Yan looked at them and asked.
“let’s go!”
In the end, these ten gods still didn’t say much. Although they wanted to kill Song Yan, the bastard, they didn’t dare to take the risk. After all, there was an intermediate god who died in his hands before, and the low-level gods died even more, otherwise , and will not be called the Demon King of Chu.
“Bastard!”
Hearing the report from his subordinates, Ao Tian couldn’t help being furious.
A strong man of the true dragon race hurriedly said: “Saint son calm down, it’s better for his subordinates to dispatch, break his formation and capture him at your disposal!”
“inappropriate!”
Ao Tian waved his hand: “The Heavenly Creation Monument is about to open, it is not advisable to have more troubles, and besides Feng Jiu’s strength is not weak, then Chu Fan can’t help her at all, or wait until he enters the Heavenly Creation Monument and then settle with him slowly!”
In the blink of an eye, another few days passed.
Feng Jiu’s maids couldn’t hold it any longer, and Qi Qi came to the formation to ask to see Feng Jiu.
“Chu Fan, what should we do?”
After hearing this news, Ouyang Weiwei was a little flustered. After a few days, she had already learned a lot of information, and she even knew that Feng Jiu was the goddess of the Phoenix Clan on the second day of the Manggu Continent.
If the Tianfeng Clan knew that their goddess was dead, I am afraid that she and Song Yan would be hunted down by the Tianfeng Clan, and the Tianfeng Clan had 2,000 gods.
These nine maids of Feng Jiu are not weak, all of them are intermediate gods. If they want to kill them, I am afraid they have to expose some real cultivation.
Therefore, the best way is to hold them back, and when he enters the Heavenly Creation Stele, he can reveal his true cultivation base. At that time, if they find trouble again, they can be cut off together.
So Song Yan and Ouyang Weiwei worked together, and she drove the nine maids away.
The next moment, the formation split open, and Ouyang Weiwei, who turned into Feng Jiu, appeared, looked at the nine maids coldly and said, “Who asked you to come?”
“Puff! Puff!”
Immediately, the nine maids knelt in a row: “Goddess, we are all worried about you!”
“Go away! Don’t bother me again without my order!”
“Yes!”
The nine maids all showed panic and got up and left.
The formation was closed, and the cold Feng Jiu quickly showed a playful look: “Chu Fan, how did I act?”
“Okay!”
Song Yan nodded, but he knew that the matter of Feng Jiu would be noticed by the Tianfeng clan sooner or later, but he was not too worried. After all, his goal was to compete for the forty-nine divine lights of creation, and the divine lights of creation were the gods. target of contention.
So, in the future, he will become the enemy of all gods.
time flies.
Finally, there are three days left before the opening of the Heavenly Creation Monument, and the yin and yang space-time forces surrounding the Heavenly Creation Monument have a tendency to subside.
Just this day.
Song Yan sensed that a large number of gods appeared near the Heavenly Creation Monument, the number was no less than 2,000, and the strength of these gods was very good, most of them were intermediate gods.
On a small mountain peak, sixteen statues suddenly appeared.
Feng Jiu’s maid who stayed here quickly stepped forward to salute.
“What about the goddess?”
The head god is an old woman with white hair.
“Go back to the elder, the goddess is with a human named Chu Fan!”
A maid said cautiously.
Among the Tianfeng Clan, the patriarch is the most respected, and the second most powerful is the Great Elder, and the Great Elder is a high-level deity.
Hearing this, the Great Elder frowned slightly: “Go and invite the goddess back!”
“Yes!”
The nine maids came to the outside of the formation again.
“Chu Fan, they’re here again, what should I do?” Ouyang Weiwei asked. In the past few months, she has thoroughly understood Feng Jiu’s cultivation. Although her cultivation is not as good as Feng Jiu’s, she is not weak. Go, if you use the treasure of the Tianfeng clan, you can completely resist high-level gods.
“Mostly the gods of the Tianfeng clan are here!”
Song Yan said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Ouyang Weiwei couldn’t help but lose her color: “If they find out that Feng Jiu no longer exists, they will definitely not give up. Otherwise, I may deceive them by disguising as Feng Jiu!”
“No!” Song Yan directly rejected: “Although your soul aura is not much different from that of Feng Jiu, you only inherited her cultivation memory. Once you come into contact with the gods of the Tianfeng clan, you will definitely be exposed!”
The reason why Song Yan erased Feng Jiu’s other memories at the time was because he was worried that Ouyang Weiwei would inherit her part of her memory and give it to Feng Jiu.
Ouyang Weiwei said: “It doesn’t matter, I will be more careful, they may not see the clue!”
“It’s still too risky!” Song Yan still refused.
After a while, the formation cracked again, Ouyang Weiwei once again transformed into Feng Jiu, and said dissatisfiedly: “Didn’t you tell me not to disturb me?”
A maid said cautiously: “Goddess, the Great Elder is here, let the servants invite you back to discuss matters!”
Ouyang Weiwei frowned slightly: “You guys go back and tell the Great Elder, I still have some things to deal with here, so it’s not convenient to go back!”
“Yes!”
The nine maids did not dare to object and left in unison.
“Will the goddess not come back?”
The first elder looked at the nine maids and asked.
“Yes, Great Elder!”
The maids answered in unison.
For a moment, the elder’s brows furrowed even tighter, and he said coldly, “Tell me the whole story to the old man!”
The maids didn’t dare to hide it, and told the elder about the whole thing and even the news of Song Yan.
“Elder, could it be that Chu Fan did something to the goddess?” A god said with some worry.
“Let’s go, let’s meet the goddess in person, and ask her why she refuses to come to see us!”
The elder thought for a while, and he stepped out to the front of the formation, followed by the others.
