Not far from the Land Temple, in a pavilion in that large courtyard, Feng Qingyan sat quietly on a rattan chair reading a book. But at this time, his attention was not on the book, but on the old man named Tang Haiyu.

After the old man walked into the Land Temple, he had already noticed.

He was able to notice the old man, not because of the old man's identity or status, but because of the dead air that was wrapped around the old man's body. This is not an ordinary death gas, it can devour people's vitality and eventually cause death, which is very rare.

Moreover, this kind of breath of death permeated him, he felt somewhat familiar.

It seems to be from the underworld.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed involuntarily, how could the old man have such a dead breath, which made him quite surprised and puzzled. However, after the old man finished worshipping the gods, the dead qi wrapped around his body was partially dispelled by the pure divine aura in the land temple, but it was still extremely rich.

If that dead spirit is not removed, the old man will definitely not live for half a year, or even three months.

"It's strange, how can he have such a dead breath on him?"

At this time, Feng Qingyan no longer had the heart to read, put away the books, and frowned. The dead air wrapped around the old man's body was a little strange, which made him puzzled and puzzled.

That dead air doesn't seem to be in the world.

Since it is not owned by the world, why does it appear in the old man?

Don't......

Feng Qingyan frowned tightly, and had some bad premonitions in his heart.

At this time, he wanted to find out where the dead air on the old man's body came from, which was related to the speculation in his heart. The guess in his heart was naturally that there was not only one god in this world, but there was a second, or even a third or fourth, besides him......

"It shouldn't be possible ......"

Feng Qingyan shook his head, as far as he knew, there were no gods in this world, and even if there were, he was the only one left. However, since he was the only one left, where did the dead qi on the old man's body come from? He was already eight points sure that the dead qi on the old man's body did not belong to the world......

He thought for a moment, then stood up, trying to make contact with the old man and figure out what was going on with the dead air. However, after taking a few steps, he stopped again and sat back down on the wicker chair.

This is too abrupt, the old man will definitely not say anything, and even be wary of him.

Although this matter is very important, he is not in a hurry now, as long as the old man is still in the village, he will naturally have a way to figure it out, and let the old man say it without reservation.

However, he did not look for the old man, but the old man came to the door.

The gate of the compound was not closed, but hidden, and at this moment the old man pushed the door and walked in. Because the old man was quite curious when he saw this large compound, he pushed the door and walked in. Moreover, he also wanted to beg for a bowl of water in the courtyard.

"Anyone?" this was Tang Chaoxi's voice.

As soon as the old man walked in, he immediately felt a dangerous aura, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast. However, the old man didn't know how much wind and rain he had experienced, so he naturally wouldn't be frightened and walked leisurely.

"Little brother is disturbed, can you ask for a bowl of water to drink?"

At this time, the old man saw Feng Qingyan in the pavilion, smiled and asked.

However, when he saw the appearance of the young man in the pavilion, the whole person was startled, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Seal the building?"

The old man couldn't help but blurt out, his body trembling slightly, and at this time his heart set off a turbulent wave.

It's him?

How is this possible, isn't he dead?

He's already dead!

The old man was a little frightened in his heart, his eyes were staring at Feng Qingyan, the aura emanating from this young man's body, as well as his every move, was almost the same person, it was simply the same person.

The man seemed to come to life.

That person was an incomparably terrifying existence, even after more than twenty years, the old man still couldn't forget it. That person, like an indelible mark, is deeply imprinted in the hearts of their generation. It was like a slash in their hearts, leaving a scar that could not be erased or recovered.

More than twenty years ago......

At this time, in the old man's mind, terrifying scenes involuntarily appeared, and his body shuddered and trembled slightly when he thought of these pictures.

The entire Celestial Dynasty was blood-colored because of him......

That person, few people are willing to mention and face it.

At this time, Feng Qingyan and Tang Chaoxi were stunned for a moment, followed by the two sturdy men behind them, and even rushed in front of the old man, staring at Feng Qingyan with their eyes.

"The wind is full of buildings?"

Feng Qingyan frowned and asked the old man, "What kind of wind is full of buildings?"

At this time, the old man suddenly woke up, Feng Manlou had already died, and what he was in front of him was not Feng Manlou, but a young man who looked very similar to Feng Manlou.

It's just that it's too similar, it's just the same person.

At this time, the old man quickly adjusted his emotions and waved his hand at the two people in front of him. However, although his face was very calm, he was still shocked in his heart, took a slight breath, and asked, "Young man, your surname is Feng?"

Feng Qingyan looked at the old man in surprise, so he nodded and said, "Yes, the surname is Feng." ”

"Sure enough, it's the surname Feng ......"

The guess in the old man's heart has been confirmed.

In the previous moment, the old man almost doubted that he had seen that person, so there was an astonishing change in his heart. That person was so scary that even after more than 20 years, he still lost his soul.

His surname is Feng, and that person is also surnamed Feng, are they ......

The old man looked at Feng Qingyan, and his heart was a little uncertain, this young man was almost that person, how could there be two people who were so similar in the world?

Is it the son of that man?

It seems that that man did not marry until he died, and it was not reported that any woman bore him children and had offspring. However, there are no absolutes in the world, and if you don't know it, it doesn't mean that you don't know it, and the old man also understands this truth.

Even if that person is dead, it is not difficult for those who once followed him to hide a person from being known.

Besides, he had faintly heard a sentence.

That man should have children.

"Little brother, you look like an old man of the old man, I don't know what Ling Zun is called?"

At this time, the old man couldn't help but ask, and looked towards the hall, but there was no one in the hall. After looking at the hall, the old man's eyes fell on Feng Qingyan again, and he seemed to be looking forward to it.

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then frowned tightly, at this moment he noticed that he didn't even know his father.

It seems that, apart from the name, there is no impression at all.

This......

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