Collect the body for the Emperor, and my cultivation will skyrocket for ten thousand years!

Cultivation takes no time!

Three days passed by in a flash...

boom!

boom!

boom!

…

In the past three days, with the help of the power of the Tianfeng tribe's 100,000 people, Feng Changqing's cultivation level has increased unprecedentedly.

Three days ago, he was just a mortal!

However.

Three days later, he suddenly became a master of the Divine Wheel Realm. His cultivation and strength were comparable to those of the ancestors in the tribe.

even!

With the powerful blessing of the Wangchuan Altar, his strength is even greater than Feng Qinglei and others.

This shocking change made Feng Changqing feel shocked, but also felt boundless excitement and joy.

He never thought that one day he would reach heaven in one fell swoop!

"Thank you, senior!"

"Feng Changqing will never forget the kindness of my predecessors..."

Boom, boom, boom!

After calming down the infinite excitement in his heart, Feng Changqing immediately knelt down on the ground, and then kowtowed heavily towards Feng Jitian.

His expression was extremely respectful and pious!

See this scene!

Feng Jitian also showed a happy smile on his lips.

"You don't need to thank me. All of this is your own fate and destiny. I'm just giving you some guidance."

"From now on, you will be the fourth generation messenger of the River of Forgetfulness. I hope you can live up to your responsibilities and mission and protect the tribe and your people."

"If you have that ability, I hope you will one day lead the Tianfeng Tribe to glory and glory."

"In this way, it can be regarded as a spirit in heaven that comforts the ancestors of the tribe."

Feng Jitian said in a deep voice.

Hear the words!

Feng Changqing nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.

"By the way, there is one more thing you must know after becoming the messenger of Wangchuan."

"That is, from now on, your destiny will always be tied to the River of Forgetfulness until the end of your life."

"If the Tianfeng tribe continues to maintain the status quo and does not gain any increase in strength and power, then you will eventually die due to the limitation of your life span."

"This river of forgetfulness is the fate of every messenger of forgetfulness. From ancient times, no one can break the curse of this fate."

"Here, you will be restricted for the rest of your life!"

"This is the misfortune I told you before..."

Feng Jitian sighed with emotion.

To be forever bound to the river of Lethe?

Hearing this, Feng Changqing was shocked!

"In other words, after I become the messenger of Wangchuan, I will never be able to get out of the river of Wangchuan, nor can I get out of the Tianfeng tribe?"

"Yes!"

"Even after death, the final destination will be in the River of Forgotten River. This is the price of being the messenger of Forgotten River..."

Speaking of which.

Feng Jitian paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"One last thing, this Altar of Wangchuan is a human artifact with magical power. I believe you have also sensed its power and magic."

"In addition, the Forgotten Altar can also add the power of all living beings to your body, temporarily increasing your combat power."

"This is the final means to protect the tribe and the River of Forgetfulness. I hope you can use it with caution..."

Bless everyone's strength and strengthen your own combat power?

Feng Changqing's eyes showed curiosity.

As much as he wanted to try it, he didn't feel like doing it at the moment.

because!

At this time, Feng Jitian's figure was gradually becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Senior, you..."

"Don't panic, my time has come!"

"Since I became the envoy of Wangchuan, I have persisted for more than 30,000 years. Now it is time to return to the river of Wangchuan."

"From now on, the tribe will be handed over to you. I hope you can protect it."

"Senior, don't worry, Feng Changqing is sworn to protect the Tianfeng tribe to the death!"

He kowtowed heavily and quickly.

See it!

Feng Jitian nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, I saw you were interested in my body before?"

"Huh? This..."

"When a person dies, like a lamp extinguished, everything will return to dust and dust to dust. My cultivation during my lifetime was that of an eighth-level demigod."

"If you need it, just take it. This is all I can help you with..."

Intermittent sounds sounded softly.

Wow~

When the last word fell, in Feng Changqing's complicated eyes, the shadow transformed by Feng Jitian's obsession completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Feng Changqing, I would like to send you off to my senior~"

Boom, boom, boom!

He knelt down devoutly towards Feng Jitian's body.

It was not until after three prostrations and nine kowtows that I stood up again...

finally!

He struggled for a while and finally put Feng Jitian's body into his storage bag.

Feng Jitian made him successful!

at this time.

Feng Changqing made up his mind that he would never trade Feng Jitian's body with Dongfang Bubai unless absolutely necessary.

"After the tribe settles down, I will find a geomantic treasure place and bury the body of my senior..."

He thought in his mind.

Say it!

Feng Changqing was ready to drive his own boat and take a good tour of the ancient and mysterious Wangchuan Water Palace.

However.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something, and his expression suddenly changed.

In an instant!

He looked fiercely at Qingfengling beside the Wangchuan River.

This is the place where he stayed day and night, and it is also the place where the ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe are buried.

just now!

Feng Changqing's consciousness swept across Qingfengling, and he discovered that two uninvited guests had arrived.

What made him particularly angry was that the two uninvited guests had the audacity to dig up the graves of their tribe's ancestors.

"Grave robber?"

"Hmph, if you dare to dig up the ancestral graves of my Tianfeng tribe, you simply don't know whether to live or die..."

An angry growl came from Feng Changqing's throat.

While talking.

He immediately left the Wangchuan Water Mansion at the fastest speed, and headed towards Qingfengling with a strong murderous intent.

…

Qingfengling!

Since ancient times, the burial place of the ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe!

laugh!

laugh!

laugh!

At this time, in a corner shrouded in darkness in Qingfengling, two figures were each holding a hoe, struggling to dig a grave.

One of them was dressed like a sloppy Taoist, cursing while digging graves; the other was a man with a strong physique.

Their bodies were hidden in the darkness, and their movements were very careful, for fear of alarming the people of the Tianfeng tribe...

"Crazy Taoist, how many graves have we dug?"

At this time.

Next to the sloppy Taoist, a majestic man's questioning voice came.

Between words!

Revealing a sense of depression!

"Well, there should be seven or eight graves, right?"

The mad Taoist replied uncertainly.

"Alas, so many graves have been dug, but only a pile of scrap metal has been dug out. The most valuable thing is just an ancient spirit weapon of the Imperial Way."

"Is this what you said, that there is a lot of oil and water in the ancestral tombs of the Tianfeng tribe?"

Qin Daofu complained.

Hear this!

The crazy Taoist also showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Well, we came here to dig graves, aren't we here specifically for the treasures? I came here to dig graves, you came here for the corpses."

"Is there any treasure? What impact will it have?"

"That's what I say, but... if there are treasures in the tomb, it should be more eye-catching after all."

"Well, if I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let Chen Zongtian go. If he were here, we wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Hey, it's useless to say that now. It's better to dig a few more graves while it's dark."

"Besides, I heard that there are people guarding the tomb in Qingfengling. We have to move quickly. It would be bad if we are alerted."

"Well, I hope we can dig out the corpses of a few more strong men, otherwise it will really be in vain..."

Qin Daofu complained dissatisfiedly.

Said.

He was just about to pick up the hoe and continue digging the grave.

However!

Just when he started to take action, he suddenly felt alert, and with a pair of strange eyes, he looked at the River of Forgetfulness in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the pupils shrank!

"not good!"

"The damn tombkeeper is back~"

Qin Daofu exclaimed in a low voice.

What?

The gravekeeper is back?

Hearing this, the crazy Taoist who was digging the grave suddenly raised his head, and then followed Qin Daofu's gaze.

Uh-huh!

Almost in an instant, a fierce sword light slashed down from the void...