Chapter 149: Forbidden Spells Come Out, Michael's First Appearance
Wang Feng restrained his outward mental power and landed lightly on the ground.
"So you've already entered the semi-forbidden spell." Wang Feng glanced at Ye Chang behind him, "No wonder you were able to sneak into my room quietly."
Ye Chang bowed slightly, and opened her red lips: "It is only thanks to the grace of the master that Chang'er can reach this realm."
Wang Feng touched his chin thoughtfully.
Could it be that he was the reincarnation of some ginseng spirit? Even his essence could help others break through forbidden spells?
If so, maybe Ye Chang can really break through to the true forbidden spell realm?
"Master." Ye Chang hesitated, her brows furrowed slightly, "If we just let them go like this, will it be possible?"
"Ha." Wang Feng sneered, "If it weren't for this old friend's face, he wouldn't have thought of leaving alive today."
Zhan Kong took good care of him when he was in Bo City, and Zu Xiangtian was Zhan Kong's cousin after all.
If it were someone else, they would have sunk into the sea and become fish!
Ye Chang bit her lower lip lightly: "I am worried that the Court of Arbitration will send more powerful people."
The Court of Inquisition is a subordinate institution of the Holy Court, but it possesses the power to easily destroy any country.
"So what? They dare to send forbidden spells? Do they think China is easy to bully? And even if they come, so what? Even if it's Holy Shadow, I can kill it!" Wang Feng laughed disdainfully.
Those with two to four wings are called Angels.
Those with six to eight wings are called angels of virtue.
The ten wings are called the Angel of Punishment.
Above the twelve wings are those called Seraphim.
Those who can become Holy Shadows are, without exception, able to release forbidden spells independently, and have cultivated the soul fetus of an angel from the Holy City. At the very least, they are all Archangels!
The strongest Holy Shadow is the Chief of the Holy Shadows - Fal, a ten-winged angel of punishment, the most powerful figure in the Holy City besides the seven patrolling angels.
But the gap between the ten-winged angel of punishment and the twelve-winged seraph is not a little bit.
Angels with less than ten wings will be killed instantly if they get close to the emperor (little white tiger), but angels with twelve wings, that is, Seraphim, have the capital to fight the emperor in hand-to-hand combat!
Seeing that Wang Feng was so confident, Ye Chang said no more.
"By the way, where are Yu'er and Ai Li?" Wang Feng turned around and asked.
"they--"
Before Ye Chang finished speaking, two graceful figures walked out from the shadows of the unfinished urban area in the distance.
Qin Yu'er was dressed in a white dress as white as snow, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes full of worry.
Ellie followed along, her blonde hair shining in the sunset, a carefree smile on her face.
"Boss, you're back?" Qin Yu'er's voice was soft, but she couldn't hide her concern.
"Teacher!" Ai Li waved happily, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere just now.
Wang Feng's eyes swept over the two of them, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
"Are you not hurt?"
Qin Yuer shook her head slightly, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, but the worry between her brows still did not dissipate: "Boss, how about I go back to Tianshan? That way, even if the forbidden spell comes, we can still do it."
"What nonsense!" Wang Feng's voice suddenly rose, interrupting her firmly, "I said no one can touch you, not even the Jade Emperor! What's a forbidden spell? Even if an angel comes, I can still fight it back!"
Wang Feng still remembered that in the original plot, when the Court of Arbitration arrested Qin Yuer, they did not dare to act openly, but instead kidnapped him secretly like a thief.
They even had to deliberately bypass China and quietly return to the Holy City via other routes.
Moreover, the purpose of capturing Qin Yu'er was to lure the ancient king Zhan Kong to the Holy City, where Michael would use the Holy City's formation to execute Zhan Kong and return to the Holy City in glory.
As for Qin Yuer herself, the Holy Court doesn't care at all!
Now that Zu Xiangtian has brought people here, and there is no wanted notice from the Holy Court, he is probably just trying to please certain people.
Qin Yuer's ice-blue eyes trembled slightly when she heard this, as if thousands of emotions were surging.
She bit her lower lip lightly, and finally just looked at Wang Feng deeply.
"Okay, don't stand around here." Wang Feng waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed. "Those who need to practice should practice, and those who need to eat should eat. If there is any movement from the Court of Arbitration."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the three of them: "Remember to notify me immediately."
Ye Chang nodded in understanding, and Qin Yuer also said "hmm" softly.
Only Ai Li smiled and made an OK sign: "Got it, teacher!"
After the three people left, the relief on Wang Feng's face gradually faded.
He looked at the calm sea and frowned unconsciously.
Although he said that he was not afraid of the Forbidden Angel, he knew in his heart that if Shengying really came to kill him regardless of the consequences, Feiniao City would probably have been reduced to ruins by the time he returned.
"It seems..." Wang Feng stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming, "It's time to ask for a proper forbidden spell to calm the situation."
…
Wang Feng stepped into the ancient gate of Lingyin Temple, and fallen leaves rustled on the bluestone road.
It is the off-season for tourism, and there are few pilgrims in the temple, which adds to its tranquility.
His eyes swept across the monks passing by, and finally fixed on an old monk who was sweeping the courtyard.
The old monk had a hunched body and his coarse robe was washed white. The rustling sound of the bamboo broom in his hand scraping across the ground harmonized with the sound of bells in the distance.
"Found it." Wang Feng's eyes flashed and he walked straight forward.
"Master, I'm sorry to bother you."
The sound of the bamboo broom stopped abruptly.
The old monk slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing a clear understanding of the world.
He clasped his hands together, his sleeves drooping. "Amitabha, what can I do for you, benefactor?"
Wang Feng got straight to the point and said, "I'd like to invite you to move to Feiniao City and take charge for half a year."
"I am just a monk sweeping the floor." The old monk said hoarsely, "I am afraid you have mistaken me for someone else."
Wang Feng smiled, his eyes piercing: "Master, you have already surpassed the limits of a mage, haven't you?"
The courtyard was silent for a moment, with only the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. The old monk was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Are you a member of the Forbidden Spell Society?"
"Master, don't worry." Wang Feng shook his head. "I just want you to stay in Feiniao City and guard against those villains. I will never disturb your quiet cultivation."
As he spoke, he turned his palm upwards, and a crystal clear milky white petal appeared out of thin air.
The petals exude a cool and refreshing fragrance, and the surrounding air condenses into fine ice crystals.
"This is..." The old monk's cloudy eyes suddenly focused, then he closed his eyes and chanted, "Amitabha."
When he opened his eyes again, his vision had become clear and penetrating: "Donor, please follow me."
…
Inside a Gothic-style hotel in the holy city.
Zu Xiangtian stood bowed in front of a blond man with an unhealed scar on his forehead.
"Lord Michael," Zu Xiangtian lowered his voice, "I have discovered an opportunity in China to help you return to the Holy City."
Michael paused for a moment, and his ocean-blue eyes slowly lifted up: "Oh?"
"When I was ordered to arrest Qin Yutong," Zu Xiangtian unconsciously touched the wound on his chest, "I was stopped by a young man named Wang Feng. I'm afraid his mental power has reached the limit of human beings."
"But what's strange is," Zu Xiangtian took a step closer, "this man is only 23 years old, and on the surface he's just a high-level mage. Yet, he can command the demons to besiege Mount Mu Pang, and even..."
"Even what?" Michael's voice was as low as a cello.
"He even mobilized the Shayuan army!" Zu Xiangtian lowered his voice, "I suspect he is either the Undead Emperor himself, or has been possessed by another!"
Michael's eyes flickered with interest when he heard this.
"What a pity, he's only high-level. He's not qualified enough."
(End of this chapter)
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