Chapter 687: Xia Feng, the One Hundred Thousand People Miss
Tower of Babel, top of the tower.
The dark and dark place seemed like a life-forbidden zone with no living creatures, and it was dead silent.
But if you look up, you can see a sky full of stars.
The long river composed of countless star fragments is like a majestic river, rushing from the unknown void in the endless distance, hanging upside down in the sky.
Finally, it fell into the dark cliff, forming a galaxy waterfall with shining stars.
In the dark and empty space in front of the waterfall, three mysterious beings stand suspended.
The one closest to the Galaxy Waterfall was a humanoid figure wearing a holy white robe and a straight prismatic hood.
Inside the hood, only a small amount of blue flame burned quietly.
Although it has no face, it exudes a mysterious and majestic feeling.
"No wonder you asked us, the Plantagenet, for external assistance, Moro. It seems your Black Moon is really headed for decline."
A lazy voice was heard, and not far away, there was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker. In the center of the back of the windbreaker, there was an engraved golden sparrow flower, which symbolized holiness and authority.
The man had light stubble on his chin, his face was a little pale, and there were faint dark circles around his eyes. He looked tired and his posture was lazy.
He is the ninth of the twelve seats of Plantagenet and Sparrow Mountain, An Xingjia.
The Plantagenet family, which emerged after the unification of the empire, was able to rise rapidly in just a few thousand years, becoming one of the seven most powerful families and even competing with the Ye Li family. This was all due to the strength of the Twelve Seats of Queshen Mountain.
These twelve people were all children adopted by their [Mother] back then. Each of them was a super genius with extraordinary talent, and almost every one of them had led an era.
"Master An, you're worrying too much." Ahead, the blue flame beneath the hood of the Holy Herdsman Moro flickered, and a deep, weathered male voice uttered, "After today, our sect will return to normal, and even become even stronger."
"Oh? Really?" An Xingjia had dark circles under his eyes, obviously not quite believing it.
He had been observing here for so long, but still couldn't understand Moro's true intention.
But it doesn't matter anymore. No matter how much internal turmoil occurs in Black Moon, it will not affect the development of Plantagenet, and he is too lazy to care about the future of Black Moon.
As long as this transaction is successful, even if Black Moon commits a god-killing act, it will be none of his business.
"Many of the leaders of Queshen Mountain have personally investigated for years, but they are still unable to find out the final whereabouts of the fourth flame after the Cha family was wiped out."
"Molo, do you really know?" An Xingjia narrowed his eyes lazily.
"Master An is still as suspicious as ever. Don't worry, once this matter is settled, I can not only tell you where the fire is, but I can also help you snatch it away."
The dark fire burned, and the hooded man's voice was deep and vicissitudes. "Not to mention the contract. I value my life, and I dare not violate the death contract made by your mother."
As he spoke, the dark blue flames beneath his hood suddenly expanded slightly. He lifted his hood slightly, as if looking up, and said in a deep, solemn voice, "Interesting! There's actually this kind of space magic."
"Why, are there guests coming?" An Xizuo brushed his sleeves and said lazily, "Do you need us to take action?"
"Don't bother, it's just a little mouse." Holy Pastor Moro shook his head, "Send one of the red-robed men to take care of it."
An Xingjia nodded. According to the contract, they, the Goldbroom, were here to act as thugs today, but if he could avoid taking action, he would naturally not bother to move.
However, at this moment, the third mysterious existence who had been resting with his eyes closed beside An Xingjia suddenly opened his eyes.
This is a young girl wearing a blue and white JK skirt. Her style is very different from An Xizuo and Moro Shengmu.
Shirt, tie, short skirt, black stockings, small leather boots, and smooth black hair falling down the back, full of youthfulness.
However, that sweet and delicate oval face has a vague silicone texture. If you look closely, you can find that the girl seems to be a silicone J doll?
"What's wrong, ma'am?" An Xingjia looked at the girl with his tired eyes like pandas.
The girl's delicate face slowly twisted, the corners of her lips curled into a smile that was strange and creepy. An Xingjia's thoughts echoed in his mind, and his words paused: "Xia Feng, break into the tower."
An Xingjia's lazy eyes focused for a moment, his pupils shrinking slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"Certainly."
"Oh~ Then you've come to the right place today."
An Xingjia didn't expect to be so lucky to meet Xia Feng.
Anyone who provokes the gorse will be recorded by the gorse and put on the [hunting list].
According to the importance of hunting, the hunting list includes 7 levels, from first-level spiritualists to sages.
But a few months ago, Mother issued a special hunting order and added a new level 8 wanted list with only one name on it.
——[Xia Feng]
It should be accompanied by the person's detailed identification information and photo.
He is just a young man under 20 years old, not even a Venerable.
But he is more important than the one on the hunting list - the Light-wielding Sage who has not been killed for thousands of years and the biggest enemy of the Plantagenet.
And I want to make my mother hate me!
He was singled out as a Level 8 wanted criminal!
When this news was announced, the twelve masters of Queshen Mountain scattered across the empire were shocked, and several even returned to Queshen Mountain to confirm the situation with their mother.
The mother did not explain much, but just said that Xia Feng had lost some "authority", and told the matters that needed to be paid attention to when arresting Xia Feng, and gave the twelve seats the means to track down and arrest Xia Feng.
But no matter what, Xia Feng has already caused a frenzy within the Plantagenet, and many young people of the new generation are trying their best to catch him.
After all, once the pursuit mission personally assigned by the mother is completed, it will be a real opportunity for the younger generation to reach great heights.
Of course, even those who have already sat on the twelve holy seats also have their own covetousness.
Unfortunately, although Xia Feng's resume does not seem to indicate strong ability, no trace of him can be found.
However, during the investigation, An Xingjia discovered an interesting thing. Xia Feng was not only a wanted criminal in the empire, but was also on the wanted list of the Black Moon Church and the Ye Li family.
In fact, he had some suspicions that this young man had been killed by the Black Moon Church or the Ye Li family.
Too lazy to bother looking for it.
But unexpectedly, when he was forced to work as a thug for the Black Moon Church today, he unexpectedly met this young man who was missed by all 100,000 people on the Plantagenet.
It was effortless to get it.
While pondering in his heart, An Xingjia looked up and said, "Since we have reached a cooperation, let my wife go. We, the Plantagenet, have always been fair and just. It's not right for us to do nothing, right?"
"Okay."
Moro lowered his hood, not doubting anything, and said, "The intruder is Jiang Qiu'e, hiding near Master Miao. Madam An, please don't kill her. Just seriously injure her and bring her to the top of the tower."
Seeing this, An Xingjia's thoughts echoed in the JK uniform girl, "Go, refine Xia Feng's soul, and take back the authority that belongs to your mother."
Her eyes were dark and lifeless. She nodded slightly, and her figure turned into black lines and disappeared into the darkness.
(End of this chapter)
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