Chapter 1248
Song Fei leaned against the main seat of the Tianding mountain hall, which was different from the spirit when talking to LAN jing'er just now. At the moment, there was no outsider, and a trace of sadness rushed into Song Fei's face.
Leaning back comfortably on the chair, Song Fei looked a little tired, frowned and fell into deep meditation.
The power of immortal masters is not what he can compete with at present, and Song Fei believes that in order to kill himself, those who can sacrifice Dragon guards and blood guards will be easily sacrificed by them. What he has to face may be the power of thousands of immortal masters.
Such power is numbing just thinking about it.
Next to Song Fei, a portal was quietly opened. Everyone silently walked out of the portal and stood in front of Song Fei.
Song Fei didn't hide the conversation with LAN jing'er just now, so that everyone in tianque palace heard the content of the conversation.
Everyone didn't speak. They quietly looked at Song Fei, especially some old people of Qingtian sword sect such as big goat. It's hard to imagine that the omnipotent leader in their mind also had a sad face.
Jun wanshuang came forward and didn't sit down against Song Fei. Instead, he stood beside Song Fei and said softly, "husband, if the danger is too great, we simply won't go. Anyway, without the cave of the young God Emperor, we can still cultivate and grow."
Song Fei suddenly looked up and looked at a serious crowd. Then he reacted. Unconsciously, his mood even affected everyone. Song Fei couldn't help laughing bitterly and said, "you think too much. Your guild leader has experienced so many lives and deaths, and will you be repelled by this danger? I think at the beginning, we were in the burning hell. As now, many old monsters can easily kill us. What's the result? I didn't get the most precious treasure, Tianhuo wheel."
Song Fei's gentle smile gave everyone a lot of confidence, as if he saw a similar scene. At that time, the guild leader led them to defeat one strong enemy after another.
Jun wanshuang still said, "husband, it seems that you have thought of a way just now."
"Yes, I did think of an impossible way." Song Fei stood up from the main seat, patted his white robe, and then walked out of the hall step by step.
Standing at the entrance of the hall, Song Fei looked up slightly and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky. The corners of his mouth slowly opened and showed a confident smile.
Song Fei whispered to the sky, "I qingtianjian sect is just a small sect, but I didn't expect to attract so many big people's attention. I'm really flattered. I believe if I want to go now, I can't go."
Song Fei could imagine that so many people came to the cave of the divine emperor. If he escaped with the people of the Yang family, it would inevitably lead to the wrath of countless geniuses. At that time, there will be more powerful people to intercept him, and even Xiaoru can't escape the way of running space.
When he said this, Song Fei felt that there were countless powerful divine senses shooting from the void. The warning was very strong. If he dared to leave, he would launch a thunderous attack immediately.
And Song Fei guessed that perhaps the surrounding space was blocked, and even the blink and space tear could not escape.
Of course, Song Fei didn't want to go.
Standing in the same place, Song Fei stopped his hands behind him. Facing the slow evening wind, Song Fei roared to the sky: "I, Yue Tianyu, solemnly announce that Qingtian sword sect has been closed for ten years. In ten years, I will personally open the Shendi cave."
When Song Fei said these words, the mind in the sky became a little violent, which was obviously dissatisfied with Song Fei's words.
Those talented disciples, each of whom claims to be a big man, how can such a person tolerate others and let himself wait.
These strong thoughts suddenly changed the faces of the people behind Song Fei. Just a few thoughts can make people scared and brave.
Song Fei snorted coldly and shouted again, "this is my bottom line. If anyone refuses, I will find his enemy to take refuge in the past and use my secret in exchange for his shelter."
Song Fei's words were very tough, and these words really hit everyone's weakness.
In the distance of the sky, a young man's voice rolled in and said with supreme dignity, "give him ten years. You can't wait between your fingers?"
The voice was like a king. With one word, many irritable thoughts gradually calmed down, and then slowly retreated.
I was just angry because I felt my dignity was challenged, not because I couldn't wait for these ten years.
Ten years is too short for immortals.
Since that one has made a noise, the others naturally have no reason to continue to be hypocritical. Everyone is a person of status and will not lose face because of small things.
On a distant mountain peak, LAN jing'er smiled brightly at the direction of Tianding mountain: "elder martial brother Yue, is this your way? Are you confident or helpless?"
It will take Song Fei ten years. I'm afraid LAN jing'er is the only one who can understand Song Fei. He once entered the tianque palace and knows that Song Fei's space magic weapon has a terrible time acceleration function.
Ten years outside is equivalent to 6000 years inside.
Six thousand years, neither long nor short. An ordinary immortal may not even improve a small realm.
Is Yue Tianyu confident that he will improve greatly in 6000 years?
Later, LAN jing'er turned and walked slowly down the mountain. He sighed softly, "elder martial brother Yue, you must live. I regard your friendship as a treasure."
If you can, Song Fei really hopes to be closed for a hundred years. Of course, this is just Song Fei's wishful thinking.
In ten years, people can still accept it. If they dare to put forward a hundred years, maybe these talented disciples will appear from the secret place, and then force themselves and others to submit.
However, six thousand years is enough. No matter how long it takes, the resources in your hands are not enough for others to spend their money. At least according to the current resource situation, you can use ten thousand years of hard training.
Seeing the people's divine knowledge fade, Song Fei knows that he has won 6000 years of valuable time for Qingtian sword sect. After 6000 years, whether he is dead or alive depends on the efforts of himself and others over the years.
The faces of the people also regained their color with the retreat of their mind. Song Fei turned around and swept in front of the people of Tianjian hall, followed by the members of the dragon group, followed by the demons of Yang clan and Qilin hall. Looking at their stubborn faces, he whispered, "work hard, let's create a miracle in 6000 years."
Leaning back comfortably on the chair, Song Fei looked a little tired, frowned and fell into deep meditation.
The power of immortal masters is not what he can compete with at present, and Song Fei believes that in order to kill himself, those who can sacrifice Dragon guards and blood guards will be easily sacrificed by them. What he has to face may be the power of thousands of immortal masters.
Such power is numbing just thinking about it.
Next to Song Fei, a portal was quietly opened. Everyone silently walked out of the portal and stood in front of Song Fei.
Song Fei didn't hide the conversation with LAN jing'er just now, so that everyone in tianque palace heard the content of the conversation.
Everyone didn't speak. They quietly looked at Song Fei, especially some old people of Qingtian sword sect such as big goat. It's hard to imagine that the omnipotent leader in their mind also had a sad face.
Jun wanshuang came forward and didn't sit down against Song Fei. Instead, he stood beside Song Fei and said softly, "husband, if the danger is too great, we simply won't go. Anyway, without the cave of the young God Emperor, we can still cultivate and grow."
Song Fei suddenly looked up and looked at a serious crowd. Then he reacted. Unconsciously, his mood even affected everyone. Song Fei couldn't help laughing bitterly and said, "you think too much. Your guild leader has experienced so many lives and deaths, and will you be repelled by this danger? I think at the beginning, we were in the burning hell. As now, many old monsters can easily kill us. What's the result? I didn't get the most precious treasure, Tianhuo wheel."
Song Fei's gentle smile gave everyone a lot of confidence, as if he saw a similar scene. At that time, the guild leader led them to defeat one strong enemy after another.
Jun wanshuang still said, "husband, it seems that you have thought of a way just now."
"Yes, I did think of an impossible way." Song Fei stood up from the main seat, patted his white robe, and then walked out of the hall step by step.
Standing at the entrance of the hall, Song Fei looked up slightly and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky. The corners of his mouth slowly opened and showed a confident smile.
Song Fei whispered to the sky, "I qingtianjian sect is just a small sect, but I didn't expect to attract so many big people's attention. I'm really flattered. I believe if I want to go now, I can't go."
Song Fei could imagine that so many people came to the cave of the divine emperor. If he escaped with the people of the Yang family, it would inevitably lead to the wrath of countless geniuses. At that time, there will be more powerful people to intercept him, and even Xiaoru can't escape the way of running space.
When he said this, Song Fei felt that there were countless powerful divine senses shooting from the void. The warning was very strong. If he dared to leave, he would launch a thunderous attack immediately.
And Song Fei guessed that perhaps the surrounding space was blocked, and even the blink and space tear could not escape.
Of course, Song Fei didn't want to go.
Standing in the same place, Song Fei stopped his hands behind him. Facing the slow evening wind, Song Fei roared to the sky: "I, Yue Tianyu, solemnly announce that Qingtian sword sect has been closed for ten years. In ten years, I will personally open the Shendi cave."
When Song Fei said these words, the mind in the sky became a little violent, which was obviously dissatisfied with Song Fei's words.
Those talented disciples, each of whom claims to be a big man, how can such a person tolerate others and let himself wait.
These strong thoughts suddenly changed the faces of the people behind Song Fei. Just a few thoughts can make people scared and brave.
Song Fei snorted coldly and shouted again, "this is my bottom line. If anyone refuses, I will find his enemy to take refuge in the past and use my secret in exchange for his shelter."
Song Fei's words were very tough, and these words really hit everyone's weakness.
In the distance of the sky, a young man's voice rolled in and said with supreme dignity, "give him ten years. You can't wait between your fingers?"
The voice was like a king. With one word, many irritable thoughts gradually calmed down, and then slowly retreated.
I was just angry because I felt my dignity was challenged, not because I couldn't wait for these ten years.
Ten years is too short for immortals.
Since that one has made a noise, the others naturally have no reason to continue to be hypocritical. Everyone is a person of status and will not lose face because of small things.
On a distant mountain peak, LAN jing'er smiled brightly at the direction of Tianding mountain: "elder martial brother Yue, is this your way? Are you confident or helpless?"
It will take Song Fei ten years. I'm afraid LAN jing'er is the only one who can understand Song Fei. He once entered the tianque palace and knows that Song Fei's space magic weapon has a terrible time acceleration function.
Ten years outside is equivalent to 6000 years inside.
Six thousand years, neither long nor short. An ordinary immortal may not even improve a small realm.
Is Yue Tianyu confident that he will improve greatly in 6000 years?
Later, LAN jing'er turned and walked slowly down the mountain. He sighed softly, "elder martial brother Yue, you must live. I regard your friendship as a treasure."
If you can, Song Fei really hopes to be closed for a hundred years. Of course, this is just Song Fei's wishful thinking.
In ten years, people can still accept it. If they dare to put forward a hundred years, maybe these talented disciples will appear from the secret place, and then force themselves and others to submit.
However, six thousand years is enough. No matter how long it takes, the resources in your hands are not enough for others to spend their money. At least according to the current resource situation, you can use ten thousand years of hard training.
Seeing the people's divine knowledge fade, Song Fei knows that he has won 6000 years of valuable time for Qingtian sword sect. After 6000 years, whether he is dead or alive depends on the efforts of himself and others over the years.
The faces of the people also regained their color with the retreat of their mind. Song Fei turned around and swept in front of the people of Tianjian hall, followed by the members of the dragon group, followed by the demons of Yang clan and Qilin hall. Looking at their stubborn faces, he whispered, "work hard, let's create a miracle in 6000 years."
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