Jiang Xuanhong was furious, Kong Fangquan was regretful, and Long Qingtian was nervous.

Jiang Feng and Guan Wan’er were sitting in the back garden of Chengzhi Palace, chatting in the pine pavilion.

Guan Wan’er asked Jiang Feng, “Jiang Feng, do you have any plans for the future?”

Jiang Feng looked at Dicui Yusong outside the pine pavilion and said, “I’m going to pick up my mother’s soul first. When I get her, I’ll take my mother to Kansai Province.”

My father has sealed Guanxi Province to me and asked me to regent it. I’m going to hibernate in Kansai Province for a period of time, and wait until I’ve accumulated enough strength before coming to Tiandu to look for trouble with them. ”

“I heard from my master that your Three Elements Heavenly Mortal Pill has been destroyed. Now, what else can you use to fight those’them ‘you speak of?”

“Don’t worry, the mountain people have their own plans.”

Jiang Feng smiled and asked Guan Wan’er, “What about you? What are your plans next?”

Jiang Feng, you may not know very well that the battle of domination between the Four Great Void Clans and the three Heavenly Clans will soon begin again.

Once this battle starts, there will definitely be a great war between us and Four Great Void Clans. At that time, whoever had more Saint realm experts between Four Great Void Clans and the three Heavenly Clans would have a greater chance of winning.

“It is precisely for this reason that the first ban on Sheng Meng, which is formed by the three Heavenly Clans, is’ Saints are not to be killed ‘.”

“No wonder.”

Jiang Feng finally understood why Kong Qiuni, Shang Weiyang, and Jun’er had joined forces to stop him when he wanted to kill the Saint that day.

“Miss Wan’er, according to what you said, Sheng Meng should have gathered the most Saint realm experts among the Desolate race, humans, and aquatic races. Then why didn’t Sheng Meng unify the three races?

“If Sheng Meng had unified the three races, the three Heavenly Clans would not have fallen into endless internal conflicts, right?”

Jiang Feng didn’t know much about Sheng Meng. Now that he had finally encountered Guan Wan’er, a half-Sage who could talk to each other equally, he quickly asked the question in his heart.

“There are three main reasons. First, Sheng Meng’s Alliance Leader always advocated that saints not interfere in the affairs of the secular world, so Sheng Meng rarely interfered in the affairs of the three races’ chaotic battles.

Second, Sheng Meng was not the strongest force among the three Heavenly Clans. There was a Sword Tomb in Desolate race and the Southern Temple Sword Sect in the Aquatic Clan. “These two forces have a very deep foundation. Their true strength is not necessarily weaker than Sheng Meng’s.”

“Sword Tomb?” Jiang Feng was shocked when he heard Guan Wan’er mention this name.

When Jiang Feng was in the Forbidden Land of Celestials, he had encountered disciples from the Sword Tomb. One of them was called Ming Lang, and the other was called Xia Wu.

At that time, Jiang Feng had entered the Heavenly Peak Stone Forest with them to help them catch the Qilin Barbarian Bull.

When Jiang Feng was in the Forbidden Land of Heaven and Man, he had guessed that the Sword Tomb sect might be very powerful. However, he did not expect that the Sword Tomb was actually a super power that was about the same strength as Sheng Meng.

“Miss Wan’er, there were three reasons you said earlier. Now that you’ve only said two, what’s the other one?”

“The other is that Sheng Meng’s Alliance Leader can’t control Sheng Meng at all. Alliance Leader Liu Dao’s cultivation is unfathomable, but his identity has always been a mystery, so the Sages of Sheng Meng do not dare to trust him completely.

It is precisely for this reason that Sheng Meng’s cohesion is completely inferior to that of the Sword Tomb and the Southern Temple Sword Sect. ”

After listening to Guan Wan’er’s analysis, Jiang Feng had more or less gained an understanding of Sheng Meng. Just as Jiang Feng was about to ask Guan Wan’er about Sheng Meng, the storage ring on Guan Wan’er’s right pinky suddenly trembled slightly.

Guan Wan’er raised her right hand and looked at the storage ring. She smiled and said to Jiang Feng, “My master is calling me. I have to go. Before I leave, I have something for you. I hope it can help you in the future.”

Guan Wan’er took out a small silver bell and hung it around Jiang Feng’s waist. Jiang Feng touched the small bell and found nothing special about it.

Guan Wan’er smiled and said, “Don’t underestimate this bell. Whether you can survive or not depends on it.”

“Thank you. I owe you a lot. I really don’t know how to pay you back.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance to return it.”

Guan Wan’er giggled and stood up. She waved her hand at Jiang Feng and said, “See you when I come out of the Sacred Heaven Academy. Don’t worry, as long as the bell is around, I will definitely find you.”

After Guan Wan’er finished speaking, she walked out of the pavilion and flew away. Jiang Feng stood outside the pavilion and watched Guan Wan’er leave. He shook his head gently. He lowered his head and toyed with the bell on his waist. Then, he raised his foot and walked towards Chengzhi Palace.

Just as Jiang Feng and Kong Fangquan were fighting bravely, the Jiang Imperial Clan’s three-thirds Profound Emperor Qi gathered.

Jiang Haoyu Ping retreated from all the guards who were guarding the imperial sacred land. He walked to the dungeon alone, and then came to the side of the silver iron cage where Hua Yuewu’s soul was being held.

As soon as Jiang Haoyu appeared, Hua Yuewu, who was in the state of her soul, immediately sensed it. After raising her head to look at Jiang Haoyu, she immediately took two steps back in panic.

“Puchi …”

Hua Yuewu’s back touched the railing of the silver cage, and her soul was immediately burned.

Jiang Haoyu gently waved his right hand. Hua Yuewu’s soul immediately took two steps forward and sat weakly on the ground.

Jiang Haoyu looked at Hua Yuewu and said, “You don’t have to worry. I have good news for you today.”

“Your son Jiang Feng and his father Jiang Xuanhong have recognized each other, soon the father and son will come to the Jiang Imperial Clan to pick you up.

“Your son is very filial. He would rather take your Three Elements Heavenly Mortal Pill than your soul.”

“You can’t let you off so easily. What exactly are you trying to do? I beg you, if you have any schemes, come at me. Don’t hurt my son.” Hua Yuewu looked at Jiang Haoyu in pain and pleaded.

Jiang Haoyu smiled and nodded, “You’re right. I won’t let you off easily. However, it’s not my fault. After all, I’ve been holding you in captivity for so many years, and you didn’t reveal your method of breaking through the Sage of Void Divinity Race to me at all.”

“Now that your son has a Void God King Seal in his body, I think if I suppress your son’s soul, I should be able to find the answer I want, right?”

“Void God King Seal? That’s impossible! Void God King Seal only exists in legends in Void Divinity Race. As a God King bloodline of Void Divinity Race, I have never seen it before. Feng’er has never been to Void Divinity Race, so how could there be a Void God King Seal?”

“Oh? So the Void God King Seal is really so precious. Good, very good. Haha … Hahaha …”

Jiang Haoyu seemed to have found the answer he wanted and immediately left the dungeon with a laugh.