Chu Feng's eyes were blood-red. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He saw countless corpses, piled up on the ground like weeds.

The corpses were too vague for him to see, who they were, but he inexplicably knew that many people had died.

It was as if a great catastrophe had befallen the world, and many people had died.

Whether it was the emperor, the monk, or the mortal, they were completely swallowed up by this disaster like weeds, spitting out their bones and displaying them in the world as a testimony of their merits.

A meandering river flowed among the corpses.

It was a blood-colored river, and there was endless blood flowing in the river.

There are countless resentments, pains, angers, hatreds, unwilling to sink in this bloody river.

The river flowed through countless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and also witnessed countless deaths.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

The hatred and anger in the rivers are becoming more and more powerful.

It was a very huge force that flowed into Chu Feng's hands.

This is the power he has been longing for, the power to save people.

Chu Feng held that kind of power in his hand, and suddenly felt that he was very powerful.

Even if that power gave him an urge to kill, even if that power stimulated every layer of negative emotions in him, he still needed it.

He had a feeling that once he had such power, he would become an invincible being.

He accepted this power, and at that moment, he heard the cries of countless unjust souls, the cries of countless terrible ghosts.

"Roar!"

The earth was really sinking, and a stream of blood light lifted Chu Feng and floated high into the air in a circle.

"Holy Maiden!" Lan Zhi landed on the high platform with a panicked face, "We must stop—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was stunned by what she saw.

The churning liquid finally let out a sharp and cheerful hiss, rushing into Chu Feng's body.

The phantoms also seemed to see where the hope was, and rushed towards Chu Feng, constantly shrinking, and the last one overlapped in Chu Feng's body, disappearing invisible.

The expression on Lan Zhi's face was completely stiff, and she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"It's over, it's too late. Lan Zhi said sneeringly, the leather scroll she was holding tightly in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, "Holy Maiden, we are going to leave with the entire Wu Clan, now, we can't hesitate anymore!"

Lan Zhi spoke with a panicked expression, panicked like a helpless child, but she at least kept a little sobriety and knew what was the priority.

Fang Qiong's face also changed suddenly.

She knows Lan Zhi's temperament, although she sometimes seems a little reckless, but in general, she is still a steady and knowledgeable person, and knows what to do and what not to do.

Fang Qiong didn't ask Lan Zhi to explain anything for her, but waved her hand and said, "You organize the evacuation of people, gather all the clansmen above the seventh order, escort the old and young to the Falling Dragon Ridge for refuge, and then rush back, and then deal with the endgame according to the situation." ”

Fang Qiong gave all the heavy responsibilities to Lan Zhi, because she still had her responsibilities.

"Yes. Lan Zhi gritted her teeth, and immediately without any hesitation, she quickly rushed to the temple and sounded the horn that meant the urgent mobilization of the Wu Clan.

"Woo-"

The desolate horn reverberated in the night, full of pathos and depression, and people couldn't help but cry and break their hearts and intestines.

"Qin Xia, get out of the way!" Qin Xue roared, colliding fiercely with Qin Xia again, it was still a tragic exchange injury, and no one could get half of the benefit.

She has no intention of entangling with Qin Xia anymore, and the shocking changes over there made her really worried!

That means that the entire Wu clan will pay a terrible price!

The catastrophe tens of thousands of years ago has made the Wu Clan still not recover to this day, is this time, to be completely wiped out?

As the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan, how could she allow this to happen right under her nose!

"Everything has already begun, and there is no way to undo it, and there is no other way but to reach the end. Qin Xia's response was extremely bland, as if he had made all the preparations, ready to let the Wu clan be reborn from the ashes, or ready to let the Wu clan turn to ashes in the flames.

The desolate horn echoed in the night sky, relaying endlessly across the territory of the three hundred miles of Wu Kingdom.

It was a trumpet of leaving their homeland, they all knew it, but they had never heard it.

Countless years ago, their ancestors were defeated in the war with the ancestors of the Central Plains, and they blew this horn into the 100,000 mountains, where they took root, grew here, multiplied, and continued from generation to generation.

In these long years, this ancient horn has also been recorded, and every time it sounds, it is a catastrophe for the Wu clan.

They had to leave everything they had in their current home and leave here to find a new home, to build a new home.

Not many people are willing to turn their backs on their homeland.

Especially those old people, the moment they heard the horn sound, tears stained their clothes.

But the flame of the Wu clan needs to be inherited, and the blood of the Wu clan needs to be preserved, just like the ashes after burning, even if only a little spark is retained, but there will always be a moment when it will still burn the flames of the prairie fire.

The old women and children of the Wu clan left their courtyards one after another, holding all the reluctance in their eyes.

It's just wandering, it's just building a new home, as long as the people are still there, it's just a change of place.

The horn of leaving the homeland is tragic and majestic, recording the past and the present.

Fang Qiong was in the night, in the horn of leaving his hometown, looking at the scrolls in his hand, every time he read a word, his face became gloomy.

She couldn't help but tremble, she didn't know who gave Qin Xia and Mullie such confidence and made them make such a move at the risk of extermination.

It's really horrible.

More than 40,000 years ago, the patriarch of the Wu clan at that time accidentally found an extremely ancient scroll.

The scroll records the idea of a Wu ancestor countless years ago to create a powerful force to revitalize the Wu Clan, and that is the Sutra of Evoke.

According to the records of the ancient scroll, the patriarch had completed all the preparations, but he was missing one crucial item - the seven levels.

The senior took the seven levels as the center of everything, and all the arrangements revolved around the seven levels.

The patriarch searched through all the ancient books of the Wu Clan, but he was unable to find any record of the predecessor named Wu Lingfeng, nor did he have any record of whether there was such an experiment.

Maybe it's because the Seven Levels are lost, so Wu Lingfeng's idea is just an idea, maybe it's because the era is too old, what happened has been forgotten, and the records have disappeared into the long river.

The patriarch thought about it for a long time, and finally decided that Wu Lingfeng's idea was not unreasonable, but the absence of the seven levels forced him to make some changes to the whole concept.

He finally decided to replace the seven levels with thirteen people.

The twelve elders are nominally responsible for guiding the power, but in reality they become the donors of that power, and the last one is used as the carrier of that power.

Twelve elders were tricked by him into ascending to the altar and became the first victims.

A desperate and world-weary master willingly became a carrier of power, a victim of the second batch.

This attempt was a failure.

Maybe it's because of the lack of strength in the seven levels, or maybe it's because the master's own will is not strong enough.

After that power entered the master's body, it completely devoured the master.

The master became a killing machine, and the patriarch was the first person he killed.

That disaster almost razed the entire Wu Kingdom, and more than seventy percent of the Wu people were killed or injured.

It wasn't until a demon clan's Great Emperor predecessor happened to pass by and discovered that the powerful power that had been reduced to a beast that he came to help.

The demon clan elder bound the beast in chains, and that wasn't enough to stop the destruction.

So the Demon Emperor sacrificed himself, completely frozen that power, and sank into the Locked Dragon Pool.

In this way, the disaster was completely overcome.

The survivors recorded this ancient catastrophe and burned the scroll containing the Evoke Sutra to prevent it from happening again.

The scroll recording this catastrophe was also sealed in the forbidden place of the temple, and only the patriarch and Gu Po had the permission to view it.

Qin Xue would know that Fang Qiong was not curious, because Fang Qiong herself had secretly used some means to flip through a lot of information that she was not authorized to view.

Fang Qiong was curious, the scroll that recorded the Demon Summoning Sutra had clearly been burned, where did the Witch Sutra and Qin Xia get the Demon Summoning Sutra?

Fang Qiong thought more deeply than Lan Zhi, so she felt even more terrifying, even colder, her upper and lower teeth couldn't help but "gurgle" against each other, and her body couldn't help but shiver.

Is there any other copy of the scroll?

But after such a catastrophe, won't the remnants of the Wu clan be inventoried? Won't the Wu Kingdom be turned upside down?

Fang Qiong was a little afraid to think about it, and she already knew that she didn't have time to think about it.

Fang Qiong threw the leather scroll in his hand, and his figure had already flashed into the night sky, passing through streams of flying liquids and rushing towards the drama.

"You stop me!" Fang Qiong roared angrily, his eyebrows were angry, but his expression was full of sadness.

Wei Ju laughed arbitrarily, and faced Fang Qiong's palms that were slapped with the mountain splitting mountain, he also directly put out his palms together, and confronted Fang Qiong without showing weakness.

"Boom!"

A shockwave spread out, and Fang Qiong, who had cultivated a little worse, was shocked to vomit blood and fell on top of the stone tool.

And the drama also took two steps back slightly, and black blood soaked out of the corners of his mouth.

Although Fang Qiong is a saint, she is different from Qin Xue and Qin Xia, she specializes in Gu arts, medical skills, and her hidden poison arts.

Maybe she didn't have much advantage in hand-to-hand combat, but with the various Gu worms she raised, and the various poisons hidden everywhere on her body, even if she was in a wet drama, she couldn't use her cultivation advantage to crush Fang Qiong.

It was like a palm fight from Fang Cai, Fang Qiong was blasted out of internal injuries by him.

He also had eight kinds of poison and six kinds of Gu worms in his body, which were raging in his body at the moment, forcing him to use his skills to remove the poison and pull out the Gu worms, and the offensive naturally stopped, and he could no longer do it in one go.