After the ruling government and the military were in power, the Mars headquarters became the exclusive territory of Feng Yuan.
A cliff as high as 10,000 meters was carefully decorated by Feng Yuan two years ago, and a flat land with a radius of nearly 100 square kilometers was forcibly carved out on the half-middle waist of the cliff, and a city was built on it.
In this city, you can see almost all styles of temple buildings from ancient times to the present day, and dozens of the most famous temples in history have been restored one-to-one.
At the heart of the city, which is made up of all the temples, is a huge building that Feng Yuan has built for himself in a strange style, looking awkward everywhere, and the whole thing looks like a madman babbling or an idiot scribbling on white paper with a paintbrush.
This is similar to a pyramid, but it is crooked, the south is empty and the north is slanting, there is a big hole in the waist, and in the hole stands a full-body colossus of Feng Yuan, and there is a huge stone statue on the top of the tower, which is just the building of the head statue of Mr.
Feng Da, which looks like a gust of wind and evil spirit.
"Fuck" Long Zun Weide stood at the gate of this city, looking at the tower in the distance that was nearly a thousand meters high, but the whole looked indescribably weird, and exclaimed: "Can any of you tell me, your great ruling brain, is your cultivation broken?"
A group of core disciples of the Fengmen under the Fengyuan Sect looked at Long Zun Weide with unhappy expressions, and no one answered his words.
These Fengmen disciples, who occupy high positions within the ruling government, look down on Long Zun Weide at all.
They were all born after the establishment of the ruling government, and they had no idea what the dragon gate meant to Tianmen before the establishment of the ruling government - at that time, the dragon gate was the nemesis relative to the heavenly gate, but after they were born, they were educated that the dragon gate was a chaotic party, a group of thieves, and a group of ants that could be trampled under their feet.
Therefore, they didn't take Longzun Weide to heart at all.
Those old men of Fengmen who knew the terrible things about Longzun Weide were all recruited by Mr.
Fengda If it weren't for the document jointly signed by Mr.
Fengda and the Fengmen Elder Sect, Long Zun Weide would have to fight all the way in order to get close to this city where Fengyuan had been in retreat for two years.
"Hey, you dumb give the elders this kind of look along the way" Wiping the unnecessary sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, Long Zun Weide put on a posture of picking bones in an egg, pointing at a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance and sneering: "What do you call the wind to come to the wind, the wind, the wind" Shaking his head in distress, Long Zun Weide waved his hand and said lazily: "Forget it, adults don't remember villains, well, whatever your name is."
In any case, your fourth uncle and I are brothers, so you have to open your mouth and call me a nice voice Could it be that Feng Yuan has forgotten this etiquette after so many years of you?"
The middle-aged man looked at Long Zun Weide gloomily, and after a long time, he picked up his mouth and said coldly: "I'll wait, only respect the strong."
Your Excellency seems to be unknown, even if you are a little famous, you are still on the blacklist of our ruling government.
Etiquette and respect for you, worthy" You, worthy Hearing this, Long Zun Weide couldn't help but be stunned, even if it was his enemy, no one dared to give him such a look.
Blinking his eyes, Long Zun Weide smiled bitterly: "Interesting, very interesting."
You guys...
Well, yes, except that you have been a little miserable in the past few years, in the past, you were in the ruling government, which one was not a majestic and invincible figure Well, what the second brother said was, or Lao Tzu's method was useful in these years, and respect was fought with fists" Roar, Long Zun Weide, who had already made up his mind to come to the door to make trouble, roared, and a terrifying black flame erupted from his body, burning the clothes on his body—except for a pair of amethy crystals and small trousers made of diamonds, iron, and gold wires—to the ground.
He pointed forward with a neat straight fist, and the dignified middle-aged man's nose was crooked to the side, and a large stream of blood spurted out of his nose, and the person flew more than a hundred meters away, softly sticking to a stone pillar.
The dark energy contained in the fist of Long Zun Weide suddenly broke out, and the stone pillar suddenly scattered into dust all over the ground, and a statue of a little angel on the stone pillar was planted like this, and hit the middle-aged man's head fiercely.
In the blink of an eye, Long Zun Weide blasted out seventy-eight punches and one hundred and ninety-five legs.
Thirty-five high-ranking officials and more than seventy core disciples from the ruling government around him flew out at the same time, each of them spurting blood from their mouths, and they didn't know how many ribs were broken in their chests.
With a cold snort, Long Zun Weide ignored the soldiers and chariots that were swarming around, Shi Shiran strode into the huge stone gate in the style of an ancient Egyptian temple in front of him, and officially entered the city.
All the guards who arrived stood outside the stone gate in fear, and no one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
This city is the place where Feng Yuan has been in retreat for the past two years, and it is a forbidden place for no one to enter.
Anyone who dared to approach the city was killed by a psychic power that came from nowhere.
Here, it is the absolute realm of death, and there may be only one living person in the city, and that is Feng Yuan.
Ryuzun Weide strode along the city's main thoroughfare, and he had a hunch that Feng Yuan was near the strange spire in front of him.
After moving forward for several kilometers, Long Zun Weide really saw Feng Yuan, but it was a Feng Yuan that made him feel unfamiliar.
Feng Yuan, who used to be immense, is now dark and thin like a monkey in the Himalayas, and his whole body is dirty, and I don't know how many years he hasn't cleaned it.
His hair was shaved and several ring scars were clearly visible on the top of his head.
He was wearing a dirty and tattered Taoist robe, and a gossip map was embroidered with black thread on his chest, but because the robe was too dirty, he couldn't see the specific appearance of the gossip.
But around his neck, there was a cross, and next to the cross, there was a string of sandalwood Buddha beads.
Coupled with the bits and pieces of Qimen magic artifacts on the ground beside him, it can be said that Feng Yuan's outfit has been the culmination of all religious beliefs on the earth for tens of thousands of years.
Feng Yuan just sat on the avenue, holding a shriveled apple in his hand, and quietly looked at Long Zun Weide, who was striding towards him with murderous energy.
On his thin and dark face, a pair of eyes were huge and extremely bright, and there was an inexplicable brilliance faintly revealed.
This kind of light makes Long Zun Weide feel a little...
Afraid.
Feng Yuan raised his head and smiled lightly: "Duel book I...
Acceptance" Long Zun Weide looked at Feng Yuan quietly, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "How do you know?"
Feng Yuan's smile actually had a bit of Zen flavor.
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"Fourth, how could he be willing to let me die in the hands of those strangers?"
"Whatever the conditions, I accept them" Feng Yuan closed his eyes, like the withering of a lotus flower, covering the light of the orb, and there was no trace of color within three feet of his body: