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The two dead objects were still expressionless, while the old man wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and was silent.

Chu Feng stood up, looked at the old man, and was silent for a long time before he said, "This monument should not be unlocked. ”

The old man frowned, he looked at Chu Feng, his eyes were full of distrust, and angry killing intent.

Chu Feng was not afraid, but looked at the old man, he did not try to explain the matter of Wan Yan Mountain, and the matter of the Shark Clan.

He wants to use the old man's madness, as long as he can see a little opportunity to become an emperor, he will definitely not let it go.

Therefore, even if the old man senses the logic that cannot be solved no matter what, he will not give up.

A madman who can even spare his own life for the sake of becoming an emperor, what do you expect to use to convince him?

So Chu Feng just looked at the old man, and then said slowly: "This stone tablet should definitely not be unlocked, I always feel that once the secret contained in this stone tablet is completely solved, there will be a storm that no one can withstand it." Whether it's you, or me, you'll be reduced to ashes. ”

The old man sneered and didn't speak, but as Chu Feng expected, with a wave of his big sleeves, a purple flame sword had already broken through the air.

The masters of the ninth order peak made quick moves, and their moves came faster, and their perception of time and their body's reactions had entered a new level, so Chu Feng didn't see this action clearly.

All Chu Feng saw was a little purple light.

Just a little purple light was enough, it had already made Chu Feng feel the cold killing intent, and the stabbing was unbearable, and bright red blood came out. The viscous bright red blood only came out of Chu Feng's skin, and Chu Feng's mind turned slightly, and the sword condensed by Ziyan had already reached the distance between Chu Feng and the front three feet.

But the Purple Flame Sword paused. Because someone stopped the old man.

It was the middle-aged man whose body had not decayed.

He raised an arm, grabbed it in the air, and firmly grasped the Ziyan Sword, causing the purple flames of the Ziyan Sword to churn, exuding suffocating fear and coercion, but it was always difficult to move forward again, just constantly trembling, trying to break free from the man's control.

The man gently shook the claw that stretched out, and the Ziyan Sword suddenly seemed to burn out, annihilating little by little, dissipating into the air, and the heavy pressure it brought by it also dissipated little by little.

Chu Feng suddenly appeared, and his body had begun to bleed everywhere, staining his clothes with blood.

Chu Feng felt that his body was a little paralyzed and weak, because the little purple light killing machine just now was too thick, so thick that Chu Feng, a small seventh-order cultivator, couldn't stop it at all, if that man made a move a little later, Chu Feng didn't have to wait for the purple flame sword to fall on his body, he would be directly killed by the killing machine.

The old man looked at the man, the sea-blue soul fire in the man's eyes jumped, he slowly stood up, the dust on his body shook off, and his head fell off.

He walked slowly, but with each step, he left a footprint on the ground.

Chu Feng also looked at the man, looking at the man's clothes that were exposed by shaking off the dust as he moved forward.

The color of the garment, which was a little dirty and shabby, was no longer visible, but the fabric of the garment could still be seen in some of the corners that had not been stained with too much dust.

Chu Feng showed a look of surprise, because he didn't know if what he saw was true, after all, those so-called places that weren't contaminated with too much dust were only relative.

The man slowly walked to Chu Feng, and then faced the old man, stood up straight, his soul fire burned peacefully, looking at the old man, he couldn't see any emotion.

But his actions have already revealed what he meant, he wants to save Chu Feng, at least he will not let the old man kill Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's expression when he looked at the man was a little more grateful, but he didn't know what the man was trying to save himself for.

But at this time, with this man's help to himself, at least he didn't have to be so afraid of the old man anymore, and he also had some confidence, some confidence to dare to confront the old man head-on.

But it's a pity that the man's mind is not sober, although his physical body already has the cultivation of the ninth order peak, but he is a dead thing after all, not a living being.

His existence was originally just the consequence of the corpse and a wisp of spirituality, so it was difficult for them to communicate with each other, and they didn't know what they wanted from each other.

Chu Feng was silent, watching the situation unfold.

And the old man was also silent, at this critical time, he was unwilling to turn his face with these dead things. Because he has seen the battle between these dead creatures, although some of them still maintain the instinct to survive, but most of them do not know what death is.

Their battle is truly indomitable, and they don't know how to be afraid at all, nor do they know how to fear and avoid.

Fighting them is like fighting a madman, even if he is conscious, can prepare a lot of back-ups, and can find ways to deal with it, but his madness will not give him a chance at all, he will only beat himself by surprise and confused.

The old man was silent and looked at Chu Feng behind the man, and at the same time, the old man felt the coercion from the man.

The old man secretly scolded damned, but he would not fight this man for a Chu Feng, he finally chose to back down, chose to retreat, and avoided all his anger to the side.

The old man sat down and began to look at the stele, but the man did not sit down again, he grabbed Chu Feng with one hand, grabbed Chu Zi'er with the other, and jumped lightly under his feet, and the whole person instantly jumped out of a long distance, and had left the range where the stele was located, and returned to a chaotic and broken space.

The man put Chu Feng and Chu Zi'er down, and then looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng and the man looked at each other, wanting to see something from the soul fire, but unfortunately, the soul fire in the man's eyes was just burning quietly, and there was no movement.

After a long silent look at each other, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed the pendant around his neck.

He clutched the pendant tightly in his hand, and then pulled it, tearing the rope of the pendant off. He held the pendant tightly in his hand as if it were some important treasure, and refused to let go.

He slowly handed it out, but hesitated a few times and hesitated a few times on the way, as if he wanted to retract his hand.

But he finally reached out to Chu Feng, and then slowly spread out his clenched fists.

Lying in the palm of his hand was a sea-blue bead, the light of the bead was already a little dim, but it still emitted a soft light.

This bead looks like a night pearl, but Chu Feng knows that this bead is not a night pearl, but a shark pearl.

The merman bead is a treasure condensed by the energy of the merman's life, which contains a large amount of aura, and the merman clan secretly used it to fight against the terrifying character who is going to return, which is a large number of merman beads.

If you want to get the merman beads, you need to cut the tail fin of the merman, and the merman beads will be condensed here.

The merman who live in the way of the clan can only wait for the death of the clan according to the traditional ritual to take the beads, inlay the beads into the spiritual position inlaid with the merman beads assigned to each family, and sink the body into the sea, which is considered a complete reincarnation.

The person in front of him is a merman.

Not only because he is holding a shark bead in his hand, but also because the fabric of the clothes he is wearing is a shark silk.

Shark silk is also a rare cloth in the shark tribe, from the silk spit by the sea silkworms that are extremely cherished in the depths of the sea, ordinary water and fire can not be invaded at all, even the attack of the monk, can cancel out part of the force, reduce some attributes.

Such a garment is a status symbol among the entire mermaid clan, and can only be worn by the most sacred priests.

For example, Coral, such as Coral's grandfather, the High Priest of Squamous Rock.

Chu Feng looked at this man silently, the shark silk on his body and the shark bead in his hand had already roughly explained his identity.

He is a man of the High Priest lineage who has been missing for some years of the merman clan.

This person, Chu Feng thought, he was probably Coral's father, Liang Zhen.

It was in order to pursue the truth of the parchment paper that Scales lost his trace, so here, in front of the stone monument, it was logical to see Scales.

Chu Feng didn't have any reason to suspect that this person was actually not Scaly True, so he could only arbitrarily conclude that this person was Scaly True.

Chu Feng took the Shark Bead, he held the Shark Bead in his hand, and then hugged the Shark Bead with both hands and held it up to the sky.

It is the custom of the merman, which symbolizes that the soul of the merman enters the kingdom of heaven after death and enjoys endless happiness.

He saw some subtle changes in the muscles of Scale's face, but due to the long-term stiffness of the muscles, such changes looked a little distorted, distorted to the point of being almost hideous.

"I'll bring it to Coral, to your daughter, and I'll tell her about it. Chu Feng said slowly, regardless of whether the scale could understand it or not.

When he heard the word "coral", his expression changed slightly, and he reached out to cover his face, as if struggling to remember who coral was and why it was so deeply engraved in his consciousness.

This was his misfortune as a remnant of his instincts, but as a dead man, it was a great blessing, at least he didn't have to feel life and death anymore.

Scaly Zhen fell into a stupor, and Chu Feng didn't bother Scaly Zhen anymore, but bowed slightly at Scaly Zhen and saluted to leave.

Chu Feng picked up Chu Zi'er again, he lit the lantern again, everything around him fell into darkness again, and the yellow road, zigzag, appeared under his feet in twists and turns, and stretched forward again, until the end of his vision.