"Although I don't care, I still don't want trivial things to happen," Xu Zimo replied.

"Of course," Feng Wuxu smiled, turned his head to look at Xie Changliu, and took out a pill from his pocket.

The pill was packed in a delicate box.

There is a pattern of Ssangyong swirling on the surface.

"This is a great return pill. You can recover your injury instantly after taking it. Don't refuse to give me some flimsy gifts."

"Take it, he should have given it," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.

He raised his eyes and saw that the battlefield was filled with yellow sand.

Looking at Feng Wuxu with a smile: "President Feng, the battlefield of the Seven Theological Academy is somewhat interesting."

"It was a real battlefield before. I heard that the two clans of gods and ghosts fought in this battle," Feng Immortal replied.

"After the Seven Theological Academy was established, it basically became a place for training, and there was nothing worth exploring."

"Right, Dean Feng," Xu Zimo asked, turning his head.

"How much do you know the origin of that old head Yang?"

"What? Young Master Xu found a clue in that book?" Feng Wuxu said in surprise.

"Neither, just curious about his identity and knowing so many things," Xu Zimo said.

"Old head Yang, I heard that he does not belong to our Seven Theological Academy.

The academy had just been established a long time ago, and he lives here," Feng Wuxu thought for a while and continued.

"But the one who hasn't been exposed is just an ordinary old man.

I left when I was the dean decades ago. Is there any problem with him? "

Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

After separating from Feng Immortal, he returned to his courtyard.

Xu Zimo stretched out his right hand, and the fire of Zhu Rong was burning in the palm of his hand.

This flame is the result of Zhu Rong's extremely diverse Daoism.

It is not one of the most domineering flames in the world.

And if you want to use this kind of flame, you must learn the secret technique of Zhu Rong's inheritance.

The flame blooms and becomes the shape of a lotus.

This is just its initial appearance, and more and more swallows will become stronger in the future.

He put the flame away, and then thought of the old man named Qi.

I just feel that many things are like fog, and I don't know where to start investigating.

I went back to the room and refurbished for another day and night.

The sky is getting thicker, and there is often cold wind blowing outside the house.

The windows were humming, as if something was flaring.

The next day, when Xu Zimo opened the door again, the oncoming cold wind was blowing.

In just one night, the outside was already white.

From autumn to winter.

He warmed his hands and walked out like this in the cold wind.

Feng Wuxu had already waited outside with the two old men, and Xie Changliu had arrived early.

"Master Xu, let's leave today," Feng Immortal said with a smile.

"I have arranged the group of people in Tiansheng College. The Baidi Mountain test is about to start, and it won't matter if we go early."

"Let's go," Xu Zimo nodded and asked, "Is Baidi Mountain far from here?"

"It's okay, we use space coordinates, a few days are not a problem," Feng Wuxu said.

Following the figure of Feng Immortal, everyone came to the lonely mountain outside the Seven Theological Academy.

The heavy snow on the lonely mountain is like goose feathers, dyeing all eyes white.

The power of the space in Feng Immortal's hand was surging, and he was preparing to transmit the space coordinates.

At this moment, the void not far away suddenly fluctuated.

I saw a figure riding a huge bird from the snow of the university and the mist.

The bird was like ice crystals, and the whole body was exuding chill.

As for the figure, he wore a black robe with white swirls painted on it.

He wore a hat full of gems.

When this figure came over, Feng Immortal's face instantly became embarrassed.

"It's Sima Yan, one of the three divisions," the old man next to him whispered.

"I know," Feng Wuxu replied.

"Everything happens by chance."

I saw that Sima Yan was riding an ice bird in the void, looking towards Feng Immortal.

"Master Sima, don't be unharmed," Feng Immortal stepped forward with a smile.

"How come we have time to come to our seven gods today."

"President Feng, don't be dumb. Why do I come? You know better than me," Sima Yan said directly.

"I really don't understand," Feng Wuxu replied faintly, also reducing the smile on his face.

"What's the matter with Na Hongyu?" Sima Yan asked.

"The Sansi issued a statement that year, not allowing anyone from the Dazuishan Ghost Clan to be taken in.

Don't tell me at Seven Theological Academy, don't you know? "

"Seven theological college enrolls students, but there are no classes," Feng Wuxu said.

"Does Sanji want to change our teaching policy?"

"You are going against the will of Sansi," Sima Yan said.

"If it's the Nine Great Mountain Ghost, we still listen," Feng Wuxu said.

"As for Sansi, this is not a half-ghost area, and Sansi's will cannot be conveyed yet."

"Since Dean Feng said so, then I have to take action to teach you some lessons," Sima Yan replied.

When his voice fell, it was the majestic Shengwei flowing from his body.

The entire sky storm seemed to burst open.

The wind and snow swept in, like a violent storm, coming over the sky, covering the sky.

I can't see anything as far as I can see.

Those wind and snow condensed into two snow dragons, roaring on the sky.

With Sima Yan's right hand slapped, two Xuelongs were seen directly killing Feng Immortal.

"Master Sima is like this, I'm afraid it's a bit too much," Feng Immortal said solemnly.

His figure quickly backed away, only to hear a "boom".

The Xuelong hit the gate, and the gate of the Seven Theological Academy was destroyed.

"Die to death," Feng Immortal said with an embarrassed expression.

Sima Yan waved his hands again, and the two snow dragons changed directions, swept the wind and snow one after another.

Frozen everything along the way, and finally killed towards Feng Immortal.

Before the snow dragon arrived, the ice had completely frozen Feng Immortal together.

Long Yin kept ringing, and the huge dragon claws grabbed it directly.

Seeing that the ice sculpture of Feng Immortal was about to be crushed, at this moment, a thunder rang from a distance.

The thunder pierced through the void shrouded by the silent snow, and directly shuttled, annihilating the two snow dragons.

Sima Yan looked up, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Nine Heavens Profound Thunder "rumbled" down above his head.

He quickly got up to dodge, and the ice bird below him suddenly screamed, and was directly shocked by the nine-day profound thunder.

Falling into the bottomless lonely peak.

"Who?" Sima Yan asked coldly, condensing his eyes.

"Brother Sima hasn't come to our Seven Gods for a long time, is this a meeting ceremony for us?" An old voice sounded.

I saw thunder in the mist.

A purple figure slowly walked over.

The figure was an old man with a mustache and his robe was dragged on the ground.

With the wind and thunder cone in his hand, his white hair was messy with the snow.

(End of this chapter)