Chapter 1693: Dew stuffing

There was a brief silence, and one of the other gods spoke again: "You son of Chu, you are a little unfriendly, let's come with sincerity, even the formation method will not let us in, isn't it justified?"
After hearing the words, a sneer emerged from the corner of Song's mouth: "Since you don't want to say it here, forget it, anyway, I'm not interested in what you said!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Yan was ready to return.
"And slow!"
"Actress Chu is actually here to work with you!"
"Not interested in!"
Song Yan swipes at will, the formation is split, and he wants to step in.
For a while, the panic appeared on the faces of the ten gods, one of them gritted his teeth and said, "Chu Gongzi, in fact, we are entrusted by the Son of Ao Tian to come and investigate the Phoenix Nine Goddess!"
"Say it early! Why turn around!" Song Yan turned back and looked at the ten gods with amusement.
For a moment, they looked awkward.
"Song Chu, Goddess Feng Jiu has come to you for four or five days. What happened to her?"
"Does this have anything to do with you?" Song Yan pouted.
"But we are carrying Ao Tianshengzi ...!"
Song Kun waved his hand and interrupted the other party's words: "Don't you know that I have beheaded and killed Ao Tian's men? Do you think I will give him face?"
"This……?"
For a moment, the ten gods were speechless.
"Go back and tell Ao Tian, ​​don't send someone to harass me any more, otherwise, I'll cut one!"
"you!"
The ten gods were very angry when they heard Song Yan's words.
"What? Not convinced?"
Song Yan looked at them and asked.
"let's go!"
In the end, the ten gods didn't say much. Although they were anxious to chop Song Jun asshole, they did not dare to take risks. After all, an intermediate died in his hands. As for the lower gods, they died more, otherwise , Will not be called Chu Demon King.
"Jack!"
Upon hearing the reports from his men, Ao Tian could not help but be furious.
A true dragon tribe hurriedly said: "The Holy Son is angry, so it is better for his subordinates to dispatch him and break his formation to capture it at your disposal!"
"inappropriate!"
Ao Tian waved his hand: "The heavenly stele is about to open, it is not appropriate to have more right and wrong, let alone Feng Jiu's strength is not weak, then Chu Fan simply does not want her, or wait to enter the heavenly stele and then slowly liquidate with him!"
In a blink of an eye, a few days passed.
Feng Jiu's maids couldn't bear it anymore, Qi Qi came to the formation to see Feng Jiu.
"Chu Fan, what should we do?"
Knowing this news, Ouyang Weiwei was a little flustered. Over the next few days, she had learned a lot of information, and she knew that Feng Jiu was the goddess of the Phoenix tribe on the second continent.
If the Tianfeng tribe is to know that their goddess is dead, I am afraid that she and Song Kun will both be hunted down by the Tianfeng tribe, but the Tianfeng tribe has two thousand gods.
The nine maids of Feng Jiu are not weak, all of them are intermediate gods. If you want to kill them, I'm afraid you have to expose some real cultivation.
Therefore, the best way is to hold them back and wait until they are in the heavenly stele, and he can reveal the true cultivation. At that time, if they find trouble again, they can cut them off together.
So Song Ye and Ouyang Weiwei combined, and she drove the nine maids away.
The next moment, the formation broke apart, and Ouyang Weiwei, who turned into Feng Jiu, appeared, watching the nine maids coldly, "Who asked you to come?"
"噗通! 噗通!"
Suddenly, the nine maids kneeled in a row: "Goddess, we are all worried about you!"
"Go! Don't bother me again without my order!"
"Yes!"
The nine maids all showed panic and got up and left.
The formations were closed, and a pair of high-flying Feng Jiu quickly showed a playful look: "Chu Fan, how am I acting?"
"Okay!"
Song Zheng nodded, but he knew that the matter of Feng Jiu would be noticed by the Tianfeng tribe sooner or later, but he was not very worried. After all, his goal was to compete for the forty-ninth God of Creation, and the God of Creation was the gods Scramble for the goal.
Therefore, in the future, he will become the enemy of all gods.
time flies.
Finally, there are only three days left since the opening of the good fortune stele, and the yin and yang time and space forces surrounding the good fortune stele have receded.
Just that day.
Song Zheng sensed that a large number of gods appeared near the Tianmu stele, the number of which was not less than two thousand, and that the strength of these gods was very good, most of them were intermediate gods.
Sixteen statues suddenly appeared above a small mountain peak.
The waitress Feng Jiu left here to step forward to salute.
"Where is the goddess?"
The headed is an old woman with white hair.
"Back to Elder, the goddess is with a human named Chu Fan!"
A maid said cautiously.
Among the Tianfeng tribe, the patriarch is the most respected, and the second most powerful is the elder, and the elder is a senior deity.
Upon hearing that, the elder frowned slightly: "Go and invite the goddess back!"
"Yes!"
Nine maids came out of the formation again.
"Chu Fan, they are here again, what should I do?" Ouyang Weiwei asked. In the past few months, she has eaten Feng Jiu's practice. Although she is not as good as Feng Jiu, she is not weaker. Go, if you use the treasure of the Tianfeng tribe again, you can completely resist the advanced gods.
"Most of the gods of the Tianfeng tribe are here!"
Song Yan said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Weiwei couldn't help but lose sight: "If they find that Feng Jiu no longer exists, they will definitely not give up. Otherwise, I pretended that Feng Jiu might have cheated them!"
"No!" Song Zheng directly vetoed: "Although your soul breath is not much different from Feng Jiu, you have only inherited her cultivation memory. Once in contact with the gods of the Tianfeng tribe, it will definitely reveal the stuffing!"
At the time, Song Ye erased Feng Jiu's other memories because he was worried that Ouyang Weiwei inherited this part of her memory and would become another for Feng Jiu. After all, they are rooted in the same source, and they are all a soul after all.
Ouyang Weiwei said: "It doesn't matter, I will be careful, they may not see the clue!"
"It's still too risky!" Song Yan still refused.
After a while, the formation was split again, Ouyang Weiwei was again Fengjiu, and she was dissatisfied with the words: "Don't you guys not bother me?"
A maid carefully said, "Goddess, the elder is here, let the slaves invite you back to discuss things!"
Ouyang Weiwei frowned slightly: "You go back and tell the elder, I have some things to deal with here, it is not convenient to go back!"
"Yes!"
The nine maids did not dare to oppose and left together.
"Will the goddess not return?"
The elder looked at the nine maids and asked.
"Yes, elder!"
The maids answered in unison.
For a moment, the elder's brows frowned even tighter, and he said coldly, "You tell the old man the whole story!"
The maids did not dare to conceal, and told the elder the whole thing and even the news of Song Yong.
"Elder, is that what Chu Fan did to the goddess?" Said a with some concern.
"Let's go and meet the goddess in person and ask why she wouldn't come to see us!"
The elder thought for a moment, stepped out and came to the front of the formation, others followed.
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