Chapter 827

"Naturally, I Yue Tianyu speak indomitably. Five hundred years later, you will be free yourself." song feilang said.

After a pause, Song Fei looked at Moss's storage ring and said faintly, "I don't want your fairy sword either. Leave the storage ring. You can find one thing in your storage ring. Remember, there is only one."

"Yes!" although he was very unhappy, moss had to take off the storage ring. After thinking about it, he took out a jade slip from the storage ring and pinched it in his hand.

Song Fei didn't care what the jade slips were. He took the storage ring directly and swept the divine knowledge in.

"Why is it so?" Song Fei frowned. The wealth in the storage ring was only worth 200 billion Yin Lingshi at most, which obviously did not accord with the wealth that a ghost fairy should have.

I think that one of the troops provided by the white snow city Lord to his subordinates made Song Fei obtain trillions of points. Compared with the white snow city Lord, this Muse is too incompetent.

Mousse bowed down and replied respectfully: "tell the master that his subordinates have just been promoted to ghost immortals, so they haven't really started to accumulate wealth. They are naturally much worse than those old ghost immortals."

"Oh, forget it." Song Fei shook his head. He thought that if he killed a ghost fairy in a hard battle, he could have a lot of income. Unexpectedly, he was just like killing several masters of Mahayana. Compared with the imagination, it was too bad.

However, 200 billion is definitely a great wealth. It is not fat, but it is a great comfort.

Song Fei said, "well, since you know where my brothers live, go to them, guard them for 500 years, and teach them to practice. After 500 years, you will be free yourself."

Still need to teach and practice? Muse sighed. Although there was another task, it was only 500 years.

"Yes!"

"Also, if they are killed and one dies, you have to guard them for a thousand more years, okay? If they die too much, you will always be a slave." Song Fei became severe when he said this.

"Yes, master." Muse could only bow his head and promise.

"OK, let's go." Song Fei waved his hand and let Muse leave alone. At the speed of Muse ghost fairy, it's almost the same as the flight speed of space fairy, but he can reach sky city in half an hour.

Song Fei took out the jade slips of the sound transmission, explained the situation of muse to Zhao tianhun, asked Zhao tianhun to arrange muse, and warned Zhao tianhun that Muse's identity was special and that he should not show up until he had to.

Zhao tianhun's safety was originally a thorn in Song Fei's heart. Now with Muse's protection, Song Fei's heart has finally put down a lot. In addition, there is basically no danger in sky city.

Seeing Mu Si go away, Song Fei said loudly, "take the pill and restore your cultivation to the peak."

It will take several days to get to the entrance. Song Fei must be careful to meet the unknown danger.

The portal of the space fairy opens, and Song Fei takes the lead to fly towards the portal.

A white pagoda, which seemed to be made of white bones, appeared from the void and pressed hard against the space fairy shuokong hall in the air. People clearly saw that the white bone pagoda suddenly expanded, just like Mount Tai pressing the top, and directly pressed the shuokong hall down.

There was a chill in Song Fei's eyes. Regardless of the whereabouts of the shuokong hall, he suddenly turned back and turned his eyes to the endless void behind him.

There, dense human figures poured in like a tide, covering the whole void.

The war flag fluttered and the cry shook the sky.

In front of the army, there was a chariot pulled by eight fierce beasts. The chariot was full of Yin Qi. Above it, an old man in white stood proudly, his hands pinned behind him, and his cold eyes stabbed Song Fei.

The number of people was so large that they couldn't see the edge at a glance. Song Fei's divine knowledge swept over, no less than ten thousand people.

"White snow city army?"

Song Fei did not expect that the leader of white snow city was waiting for himself here. Although he only brought 10000 people, Song Fei believed that this must be the absolute elite in his army, which is no different from millions of troops.

In terms of scale, it can't be compared with Murong Bojia last time, but the strong pressure is ten times that of Murong Bojia last time.

"Lord of white snow city?" Song Fei said coldly, squinting into the distance.

"It's him?" everyone's flying swords of Qingtian sword sect immediately came out of their scabbard, and there was uncontrollable anger in their hearts. They scared many brothers and couldn't meet again.

"Are you Yue Tianyu? The so-called leader of Qingtian sword sect?" Jiang churen, the leader of white snow city, shouted loudly in the chariot. His dignified figure was like rolling thunder.

"Exactly." the sky fire wheel on Song Fei reappeared, circling slowly around him with a trace of cyan flame.

"Good, good, good!" Jiang churen nodded in a deep voice, with no joy or sadness on his face. "In that case, you should decide by yourself or let me do it."

Song Fei sneered: "old and immortal, your grandson is waiting for you to come in for a reunion. I'll send you on the road together. I didn't expect you to appear so wisely. Today I'm going to sacrifice my dead brother with your soul."

"Oh, you're still worried about the lives of those mole ants. No, I'll send you to join them and become the dust between heaven and earth." Jiang churen stroked his beard, his clothes floating, unspeakable natural and dust. This is the style of the immortal. Compared with him, Muse is a huge difference.

"Stay back for a while. This old guy may be much better than moss. I'll try the water first." Song Fei whispered.

Behind Jiang churen, many people and horses suddenly dispersed and surrounded the people of Qingtian sword sect. In an instant, they wrapped the people in the army.

The flame on Song Fei's body erupted, and his body emitted a cyan light more dazzling than a meteor to Jiang churen. The sky fire wheel in his hand rolled towards Jiang churen first with a raging flame.

Jiang churen looked motionless and said faintly, "boy, you're lucky to break the rules of heaven and earth and really practice immortal level skills. However, I'm not a waste of moss. Today I'll show you what a real immortal is."

The ferocious beast pulling the cart felt the danger coming. When the sky fire wheel was about to sweep into Jiang churen's body, his breath suddenly swept away like a storm. The whole sky was filled with his breath. For a moment, the Yin wind burst and the cold rose sharply. The sky fire wheel with blue flame had a tendency to extinguish in the cold.

It was just a random blow, showing its irresistible power.