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Nearby, there are rocks and gravel everywhere.
The wind picked up the sand and dust, forming a whirlwind. Chu Feng stood here motionless. How could he accept it? Such bad news was too cruel!
Finally, he let out a loud scream and ran away like a wounded beast. This cruel ending made his whole body tremble.
Chu Feng roared, increased his speed, and brought up a strong gust of wind, causing sand and rocks to fly.
In an instant, he disappeared, left this area, and then came to the outer area!
Chu Feng was searching in the wasteland. Whether it was emotionally or with the harsh reality, he didn't want to believe it. He wanted to find out and find out.
There were creatures in the wasteland, but they were very few. However, Chu Feng used his keen and powerful sense to quickly locate a four-winged flying rhinoceros in the outer area, and he rushed over in an instant.
The golden, four-winged flying rhinoceros was very alert. When it saw a human-shaped wind carrying sand and stones sweeping in, it roared, unfolded its golden wings and soared into the sky quickly.
Whoosh!
Chu Feng came first and blocked its path. He pressed forward with one hand and surrendered directly.
"Don't kill me. I'm very pitiful. All my clan members were killed and escaped here. If I die, our clan will be wiped out." The four-winged flying rhinoceros said in a trembling voice. This is a creature at the Dinxia level. , the strength is already pretty good, but when it comes to the current Chu Feng, it is far behind.
Chu Feng stared at it, covering up his sad emotions, and said: "Let me ask you, is the God of War still on the Ferocious Beast Plateau now?"
"God of War? A very ancient name. This seems to be a long-dead god, and it should be hundreds of years old." The four-winged flying rhinoceros answered cautiously and tremblingly.
When Chu Feng heard this information, his body shook and he almost fell from the air.
He felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He originally held on to some hope, thinking that the inscriptions on the stone tablet were not true. However, when he came out to seek confirmation, he was hit in the face.
How he hopes that the God of War is still alive, even if he is an enemy!
If that god was still alive, the earlier speculation could be overturned, and all tragedies would not have happened.
Now, a simple word from the golden flying rhinoceros has torn apart the hope in his heart, leaving him despairing and heartbroken.
The hand Chu Feng stretched out was trembling. He was no longer suppressing the golden rhinoceros. His soul was shaking and he said, "What era are we in now? Have you ever heard of Chu Wuhen?"
"It is now the 121st year of the Demon God Calendar, and His Majesty the Demon God has been controlling the Ferocious Beast Plateau for more than a hundred years." The golden four-winged rhinoceros replied.
At the same time, it was very scared and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Chu Wuhen must have been dead for more than a hundred years. He was a god who was killed by the demon himself. In his later years he died miserably!"
In an instant, Chu Feng's eyes suddenly swelled, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and then he looked up to the sky and roared. He felt a kind of pain that was heartbreaking.
This is true, everything is true!
Earlier, he was still telling himself that everything was illusion and fake, it shouldn¡¯t be like this, it couldn¡¯t be like this!
However, the reality is cruel, the truth is cruel, it makes his heart bleed, and he is already going crazy.
The last words of his son Chu Wuhen¡¯s last words appeared in front of his eyes again. They were so dazzling that the little Taoist priest came to pay homage to him for the last time and left his last words!
"Dad, seven hundred and fifty years, this should be the last time I come to see you in this life. My life is coming to an end"
"Father, goodbye, or never see you again, my son Chu Wuhen's last words!"
Tears kept welling up in Chu Feng¡¯s eyes. He was thinking about those words and those messages. At that time, Chu Wuhen was already old and knew that he was going to die, to be replaced by the new god and killed.
"The devil killed Chu Wuhen?!" Chu Feng asked, his words were very exciting, his whole body was trembling, and he wanted to tear the sky apart.
He saw the past on the rock. His son once said that strangeness and decay had happened to him. After entering his old age, his blood dried up and he wanted to end his life on his own, choosing a place where no one was around to end his life.
However, in the end, Chu Wuhen was killed and devoured by the demon!
"Yes, the Demon God locked onto the old god whose strength had suddenly declined in advance, and before he could escape, Thunder struck out, blasting him to death in front of an abyss, and refining all his divine particles and Taoist substances on the spot."
Fei Xi¡¯s scalp was numb, and he whispered here, not daring to look at Chu Feng, almost paralyzed with fear.
"Little Taoist priest" Chu Feng whispered, really heartfeltdialogue.
The cold and peaceful Yingxian, the naughty and quirky silver-haired little Lolita, the good brother Ouyang Feng who always looks at people sideways, and the unhappy one who spent the last moment of his life looking in the direction of the stone millstone. Qin Luoyin
Chu Feng was carving words on the rocks, talking to them, telling everything in his heart, and communicating with them. He felt as if he had transcended life and death, cut through the yin and yang, and saw them again.
For a moment, Chu Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and Chu Feng was extremely sad.
He was really hurt and in pain. He felt that the whole world was dead. There was no joy or smile anymore, and the sky was dark.
Stone chips are flying, and he is here to respond to those messages one by one.
At the end, when he saw the little Taoist priest's handwriting and thought of how miserable his death was, Chu Feng felt blocked and couldn't help but sigh.
He kept writing, and the ground was covered with stone powder, as if a father and son were having a conversation across time and space. He wrote down the family heirloom that the little Taoist had been thinking about, and told him where it was hidden in the starry sky.
Suddenly, Chu Feng felt something strange. He let go of his consciousness and found a cloud floating in the sky.
¡°Son, since you care about the treasure so much, it¡¯s useless for me to carve it out for you to see. If you can¡¯t sense it under the spring, I¡¯ll burn it all for you!¡±
Then, Chu Feng burned decisively, the soul light beat, and the Yang energy boiled, burning the large rocks that had just been engraved on the little Taoist priest into red magma. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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