The Sacred Ruins

Nearby, rocks and gravel all over the place.

The wind rolled up the dust and formed a whirlwind. Chu Feng stood here and motionless. How can I accept it? This kind of bad news is too cruel!

In the end, he screamed and ran like a wounded beast. This cruel ending made him shudder.

Chu Feng whispered, speeded up, brought a fierce gust of wind, and suddenly flew sand.

In the twinkling, he disappeared, leaving the zone, and later to the outside area!

Chu Feng searched for the wilderness. Whether it was emotional or harsh reality, he did not want to believe. He wanted to get a clear idea and find out.

There are creatures on the wasteland, but there are very few, but Chu Feng has a keen and powerful sense of consciousness to quickly lock a four-winged rhinoceros in the outer area, and he rushed over.

The golden wing of the four-winged flying rhinoceros was very alert. When he saw a human-shaped wind with sand and graves swept through it, it made a groan and spread the golden feathers and swiftly rose up the sky.

Hey!

After the Chu wind came first, blocking its way, one hand pushed forward and directly surrendered.

"Don't kill me, I am very pitiful, the tribes have been exhausted, and nine lives have fled to this place. If I die, our family will be ruined." The four wings fluttered, this is a meal of the level of the meal. The strength is already good, but when it comes to the current Chu wind, it is far worse.

Chu Feng stared at it, covering up his sad emotions and said: "I ask you, is Wushu still on the beastly plateau?"

"Wu Shen? Very old name, this seems to be a **** that has been dead for a long time. It should have been for hundreds of years." The four-winged flying squad trembled and cautiously replied.

When I heard this message, Chu Feng body swayed and almost fell from the air.

He felt the inexplicable pain in his heart. He still had a few hopes. He thought that the lettering on the stone tablet was not true. However, when it came out to prove, he encountered a great head.

How much he hopes that the **** of war is still alive, even if it is an enemy!

If the **** is still alive, it can overturn the earlier speculation, and all tragedies will not be staged.

Now, the simple words of the golden flying rhinoceros tear the hope in his heart, making him utterly grief and grief.

The hand that Chu Feng extended is squatting. He is not suppressing the golden rhinoceros. His soul is shaking. He said: "Which age is it, can you hear that there is no trace?"

"It is now a hundred and twenty-one years of the demon gods. The demon gods have ruled the beasts of the beasts for more than 100 years." The golden four-winged rhinoceros replied.

At the same time, it is very scared, and the voice is slightly trembling. "There is no trace of Chu. It should have been dead for more than 100 years. He is a **** who was killed by the devil. In his later years... he died very badly!"

For a moment, Chu Feng’s eyes were soaring, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists. Then he snarled and he felt a pain and heartbreaking.

This is true, everything is true!

Earlier, he was still telling himself that everything is illusory, fake, not so, not so!

However, the reality is cruel, the truth is cruel, and his heart is bleeding, he is going crazy.

The son Chu has no traces, and the words have appeared in front of his eyes. It is so glaring, the little Taoist priests came to pay homage to him for the last time!

"Oh, seven hundred and fifty years, this should be the last time I came to see you in my life, my life is about to come to an end..."

"Father, goodbye, or just don't see it again, the son Chu has no trace!"

There are tears in the eyes of Chu Feng. He is thinking about those words, those messages, at that time, there is no trace of old, knowing that he is going to die, to be replaced by the new god, to be killed.

"The devil killed Chu without a trace?!" Chu Feng asked, the words are very excited, the whole person is embarrassed, can not wait to tear the sky.

He saw those past on the rock, his son said that the strange, decay has already happened to himself, after entering the leap year, the blood is dry, to go to his own break, choose a place where no one will end the life.

However, at the end of the day, there was no trace of being killed, and it was swallowed by the demon!

"Yes, the demon **** locked in advance the old **** whose strength plummeted, and did not allow him to escape. The Thunder attacked and killed him in front of an abyss, refining all his divine particles and material material on the spot."

The rhinoceros scalp is numb, whispering here, dare not look at the Chu wind, scared almost to be soft.

"Little Taoist..." Chu Feng whispered, really sad, even though this son has repeatedly confronted him, but after all, it is his son, and from the lettering on the rocks, Chu has no trace of love, actually died. So miserable.

"What kind of **** is Chu without trace?" Chu Feng asked with grief.

"He claims to be a god, not a god. Everyone calls him a god." The golden rhino replied cautiously.

"Devil, I want to kill you, destroy your whole family!" At this moment, Chu Feng is almost demonized, the eyes are incomparably quiet, almost black holes.

The sound he made was not very high, but it was cold and biting, invading people's bones and soul.

Too much pain, the little priest died very badly, and finally thought that he could not break, was stared at by the new god, was swallowed by the living.

"My son!" Chu Feng whispered, and then suddenly screamed loudly in the sky, like a big demon!

"I want to wash the world and destroy the whole plate of the beasts. You gods are damned!" This declaration, this terrible voice, shakes this area.

The ground is rolling and the soil is cracked.

The four-winged flying rhinoceros trembled and crouched directly. It was very fearful and whispered: "Don't shout, if you are heard, you will be killed by the demon god, we will all die, we can't live."

I don't know how long it took, Chu Feng gradually calmed down and landed on the ground with a golden rhinoceros. I asked, "Have you heard of Qin Yinyin?"

"I heard that it seems to be the mother of Tianzun, and it is very early to die."

"What about Yingying?"

"I have also heard that the mother of Tianzun and the goddess of the day was called the best of the world."

......

Chu Feng casually asked, listening to the old things of the past, thinking about those people, in the days he spent, the world has passed more than 800 years, he feels extremely regrettable, sad, things are wrong, heart grief.

Chu Feng dropped the four-winged flying rhinoceros, turned and rushed to the stone grinding disc area, and suddenly disappeared from the wasteland, walked through the hilly area, and once again came to this quiet place.

Standing in front of these rocks, watching the handwriting engraved with the winds of the years, Chu Feng feels difficult to control, the whole person is embarrassed, the heart is really painful.

Not long ago, he rushed out from here, still skeptical, still holding some hope, want to prove that the things that happened are illusory, fake, but the reality is so cruel, uncovering the scars after bloody, more painful!

In any case, Chu Feng is difficult to accept, too suddenly, he has no psychological preparation, and the impact on him is too great.

Tears blurred his eyes, and the voices and smiles of those people reappeared.

However, they are all dead, and they have all passed away, so that Chu Feng’s heart hurts, like the sharp claws of a large raptor crossing the heart. He is shuddering, the soul is violently ups and downs, and he is undecided. He wants to be loud and wants to be loud. Whistling between heaven and earth.

How can this be? Those people, those things, are still like yesterday.

However, for a short time, when he came back, it was already a slap in the sea. The things were human and the people were gone. Even the son who always confronted him was already in the soul, and the end was so bad.

I will never see it again. Once parting, it will be eight hundred years, and it will be a death. Those people will completely dissipate from this world.

The Chu wind was low, and then he screamed loudly and shook the world. Then he slammed his fists into the sky and couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t wait to kill the beasts and kill the demon!

At the same time, he also wants to kill Wu Shen personally, but even this enemy is dead in the years, never seen again.

"You have not survived, why did the vortex returning to our own universe disappear?!" Chu Feng gasped.

If the vortex is still there, these people can return even if they die, and they can reproduce the original universe.

But now, once you die, it will really disappear forever, and you will never see it in this life.

This kind of pain, this kind of unrequited mood is hard to say, Chu Feng wants to be awkward, wants to fight with others, kills the old days, does not want to be immersed in this kind of sadness.

The whole world is his snoring, such as the same lonely wolf in grief, in the whistle of the moon, and finally he trembled back, standing in front of the rocks that left the lettering.

He went to Capricorn with his hand and carefully touched the words on the icy stones, like stroking one after another, and those people came to his eyes.

For a long time, he did not speak, silent, with tears on his face, and finally stone fragments, he wrote text below each rock, and returned to the message of the year.

Each one embodies his hard work and contains his feelings. It seems that he sees the old people and talks with them.

The cold and quiet dusty Ying Yin, the naughty and the eccentric silver hair Loli, always look at the good brother Ouyang Feng, who is slanting eyes, and the life is not happy, the last moment of life is in the direction of the stone mill Qin voice...

Chu Feng wrote on the rocks, talking to them, telling everything about the bottom of my heart, and communicating with them. He felt as if he had crossed the life and death, opened the yin and yang, and saw them again.

For a time, tears and tears, Chu Feng sad.

He was really hurt, very painful, and felt that the whole world was dead, no more joy, no smile, and the sky was gray.

The stone fragments are flying, and he responded with a message here.

At the end, I saw the handwriting of the little Taoist, thinking that his death was so miserable, Chu Feng’s heart was blocked, and could not help but sigh.

He kept writing, the ground was full of stone powder, like a father-son conversation through time and space, he remembered the little Taoist, always wrote in his home to the treasure, and told him where to hide in the sky.

Suddenly, Chu Feng felt strange and spread his mind, and found that there was a cloud floating in the far air.

"Son, since you are so precious to me, it is useless to write it out for you. You can't feel it under the spring. I will give it to you!"

Then, Chu Feng decisively burned, the soul light beat, the yang was boiling, and the large rocks that were just written to the little Taoist were burnt into red magma.