At the same time, the Writing Section led everyone to sneak into the Snow Fang King City and came to the empty base of the Imperial Fang Camp, and Di Ling was already waiting here with the corpse of Dapeng.

Since the people of the new generation of the Imperial Fang Camp were caught by the Purple Pupil General to the Demon Realm, Ge Dong was also sent to the city defense army of the royal city, coupled with the Strange Ability Contest and the five-hundred-year reincarnation disaster, this training base of the Royal Fang Camp has been unattended and has been abandoned for a long time.

"Di Ling......" After seeing Di Ling, Ling Fei looked at him vigilantly and took the lead in speaking.

"Ling Fei, long time no see. Di Ling squinted her eyes and said with a smirk.

"It's been a long time, isn't it...... You, like Boss Wen, broke away from the Snow Fang royal family?"

"Hmm...... Sort of......"

"Sort of?"

"It's a little different because ...... I left as a dead man. Di Ling said coldly.

Hearing this, Ling Fei waved his hand violently, and the rusty broken sword instantly appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Di Ling, as if he was going to turn it into a dead soul in the next moment.

Seeing this, Di Ling did not panic, still squinting her eyes and smirking at Ling Fei quietly.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and the murderous aura was surging, and at this time, the text department stepped forward to dissuade them: "Ling Fei, stop." ”

"Boss Wen, this guy can't believe it. Ling Fei stared at Di Ling without squinting and said to the Writing Department.

After all, in the Stranger Contest nine years ago, the two of them were both contestants, and there had been a misunderstanding due to some things, and Ling Fei really didn't have a good impression of the purple-clothed smirk in front of him.

However, Di Ling did not open his mouth to argue at this time, but turned his head to look at the writing department, wanting to hear how he answered.

"He can be trusted, trust me. The Writing Section looked at Ling Fei with a calm face and said slowly.

Hearing this, Ling Fei turned his head to stare into the eyes of the Writing Department, looking at the unquestionable and determined eyes of the other party, he finally chose to believe.

With a wave of his hand, the broken sword disappeared, Ling Fei looked at Di Ling and threatened: "I don't know why Boss Wen believes you, but I choose to believe him, you'd better not let me find out what small actions are being made behind my back, otherwise...... You know it in your heart!"

With that, he walked straight into the base and ignored no one.

Seeing this, Aozhong also glanced at Di Ling with disdain, snorted coldly, without any superfluous words, and walked away side by side with Ling Fei.

Only the great benevolent Dong Ergou didn't know what had happened, and after nodding and smiling at Chong Diling in embarrassment, he caught up and left here.

At the gate of the training base of the Imperial Fang Camp, Di Ling looked at the backs of the three of them leaving, looked at the writing department with a sad face, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I have provoked public anger, alas." ”

The writing department liked to see him eat deflated, so he gloated a little, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Hehe...... Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't hold back, cough cough...... You did it yourself, it's no wonder that others, you say yes, hehe......"

"What do you mean I did it myself? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to do anything back then!" Di Ling replied loudly, unconvinced.

"Hahaha, it's all the fault of the second middle school!" "The writing department couldn't help but laugh when he remembered Di Ling's blackened expression and words during the Abilities Contest nine years ago.

But this is Di Ling's sore spot, for so many years, he has always regarded this matter as a shame, a great shame!

The youth that said goodbye with tears has messed up the former beauty, looking back on the unbearable past, only endless regrets remain......

Seeing the merciless ridicule of the text department at this time, he couldn't help but be furious, his eyes were like breathing fire, and he scolded loudly: "Don't laugh!"

"Ahem, this friend," the Writing Section rubbed his sore cheeks with a smile, looked at Di Ling seriously, and continued, "We are professionally trained, no matter how funny it is, we won't laugh unless we can't help it, hahaha......"

While laughing, the writing department threw his legs and walked away, leaving Di Ling alone, messy in the wind......

After a while, he realized that he had been ruthlessly teased by the other party again, grinning and screaming: "I've put up with you for a long time!" chased in the direction where the writing department left.

......

The two of them made a noise and came to a secret room in the Imperial Fang Camp, where the floor and walls were covered with intricate charms, and in the middle there was a stone platform on which the skeleton of the Roc was placed.

After entering the door, Di Ling gently closed the door, due to the existence of the charm, there was no light in the room, exuding a strange blood-colored light, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"After all this time, I don't know if this spell has condensed the remnants of the Roc. The Writing Section frowned, staring at the skeleton on the stone platform and muttering.

After hearing this, Di Ling patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Don't worry, Dapeng knows that we will come back to save him, and he won't give up so easily." ”

"This has nothing to do with whether you give up or not!" the Writing Section roared emotionally, "That old beast of the Pope, setting up a requiem array on the Ten Thousand Generals Monument, refining the physical remnants of the dead soldiers for a long time, this is tantamount to boiling a frog in warm water! No matter how firm the will is, if you can't detect it, you can only scatter your soul!"

Hearing this, Di Ling lowered his head and was silent, he knew in his heart that in terms of the knowledge and cultivation of the formation, not to mention the snow fang, even if he looked at the entire Demon Barbarian Continent, for the writing department, there were few people who could stand out.

After all, there is a text scroll that can strip away the remnant soul and seize the ability, and with its text catalog, all the illusions are almost invisible in front of his eyes.

However, there is only one exception......

Eight years ago, the founder of the Imperial Fang Camp, who had the same face as the Writing Department, has not been able to distinguish it clearly, but it is illusory...... Or is it reality......

Di Ling looked at the writing department that couldn't calm down for a while, and knew that the matter of resurrecting Dapeng was tricky, and it was not a small trouble, but now, ...... Is there any other option?

"Remnant Feng......" Di Ling said calmly, "I believe in you, and I believe in Dapeng, since we haven't given up yet, it must be fine." ”

After hearing this, the mood seemed to calm down a little, but he still frowned, shook his head and said: "I'm worried now, Dapeng's remnant soul has not been condensed, and that old thing of the Pope is too poisonous!"

Seeing that the writing department gritted his teeth, Di Ling had no idea for a while, so he could only sigh with relief: "The five-hundred-year reincarnation disaster is coming, and the demon clan is about to attack the snow fang, and we have a chance to avenge this revenge." ”

"Five hundred years of reincarnation disaster!" This sentence seemed to remind the writing department, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes re-emitted the light of control, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he said, "We can't take ......revenge on this revenge."

Then, the writing department turned his head to look at the skeleton on the stone platform in the secret room, his eyes flashed, and he muttered, "This hatred ...... I have to let Dapeng report it himself!"