Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Your mother, why don't you know anything, are you still a person in this world?" Xiao Nuo screamed loudly when he heard such a question, but he had to tell him about the cultivation of immortals.

This is the same as Eastern Warriors. This continent has many years. The immortal has a unique cultivation method and a proud and lonely character. Eastern Confucianism is mainly divided into Qingyi Palace, Confucius Gate, Qingyun Gate and Kunlun Gate. Waiting for power and some idle cultivators.

Among them, Kunlun School cultivated immortal immortals. Their bodies are orphans of orcs. After continuous cultivation, they formed the people who walked on the eastern continent. The classification of cultivating immortals follows the division of gods across the continent, divided into seven levels, and each level is divided into three levels.

Another day of training, at night, Fang Lang dragged some tired bodies to a distant village, thinking of Stuart's little face.

"I don't know if we can go back to our world. Is your mother okay? Wait for your son to go back with you." I thought of these words sadly, and my vision gradually became blurred as I watched the distance.

When Fang Lang stood at the entrance of the small village, a bad feeling came from the bottom of his heart, and the air was filled with a thick bloody atmosphere.

"Is there anything wrong with this village?" Fang Lang asked a question, and rushed towards the village with some fear.

A bad premonition flashed through my mind.

"No, it's impossible, Xiaoyue won't have anything, they can't find it here."

But when his body was standing in the village, under the dim light, he clearly saw the scene in front of him, his body began to tremble with the rotation of his eyes, and a thin layer of cold sweat emanated from his back. Standing there sullenly, looking at all the thoughts in front of him is infinitely cold, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and shaking his head, hoping that these are not true.

After walking a short distance with difficult steps, he bent down and touched the man on the ground with trembling hands. The man still had residual temperature.

"Hey, brothers are awake." Fang Lang shook the man's shoulders with both hands. The man's mouth was full of blood, and there was no slight reaction.

Fang Lang rushed to the other corpses on the ground, and the same result responded to him. Looking at everything in front of me, the blood congealed into a river, and the corpse was like a mountain. The limbs of the body were scattered on the ground. The bloody internal organs were scattered in the grass, and the bright red blood and green contrasted in the moonlight. It's suffocating.

Almost all the cold bodies on the ground were shattered by the powerful force. The internal organs of the body are not completely broken, and the body is weak and textureless.

Fang Lang rushed to the farmhouse where Situ Yue lived, and the dilapidated courtyard door was hidden. A bad premonition rushed in from the bottom of my heart.

"No!" Everything in front of him made him return to the calmness of the past. The two old men lying in the middle of the yard were lying on the ground with their dry hands tightly hugged. The two trailed a long trail of blood behind them. The two used their last strength to climb together before their deaths.

Fang Lang rushed towards the two old people in a panic, touching the two corpses with both hands, a trace of warmth had not yet dissipated.

"Grandpa, auntie, you're awake." Fang Lang's body cleaned up and mobilized into two people, trying to repair them with his own strength.

"Cough..." The old man coughed, and a drop of blood dripped from his mouth. ..