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Time passed bit by bit, and the ceremony gradually came to an end. In the end, everyone's eyes fell on Ling Feng.

looked at him silently, with mixed emotions.

The one in front of them is their long-lost Wind Lord.

"Lord Wind!"

"Anemoslav!!"

"The village chief is gone, you are our only support!Please lead the clan to restore the glory of the ancestors!"

The voices became more and more intense.

The faces are also full of excitement. The confusion in the depths of their eyes vanished, replaced by endless anticipation.

Ling Feng was the most confused one, obviously he didn't do anything, and suddenly became the leader of this group of revenants?

Moreover, they also look very familiar with themselves, which is simply incomprehensible.

He waved his hand and said, "I already know your wishes, so please step aside!"

Everyone looked at each other and then stepped back.

"The old village chief has said so much, but I still don't know where Requiem Township is!" he looked at Bi'er next to him, his brows condensed into a silk thread.

Bi'er pointed to the requiem ballad, "The answer is in the ballad!"

"Pure Land of Bliss!"

"Soul guidance!"

The old village chief's returned soul drew a trace in the darkness, as if guiding the way. Ling Feng silently looked at the location where the little fluorescent light had dispersed, and had an answer in his heart.

In fact, the old village chief didn't know where Anquig Township was.

But he is convinced of the requiem ballad, and understands it more thoroughly than anyone else.

So, use this way to guide the way.

Thinking about this, Ling Feng's mood became more and more complicated, as if he had killed the other party. That guilt is buried deep in my heart!

Even if he is the devil, even if he claims to have no feelings on the way to cultivation, his withered heart is moved after all.

The dead soul has feelings, how can he not have his living flesh and blood?

It seems that it is time to do something for the village of the revenant.

He had thought that the souls that existed here were nothing more than dead things. But now it seems that that thinking is completely wrong.

Although they have become soul bodies, it does not mean that they are lifeless.

It's just surviving in a different way.

Otherwise, why would the soul perish?

Dead people, can they die again?

That little bit of fluorescence, in this night, looks so beautiful. Unconsciously, the corners of Ling Feng's eyes were a little more moist.

He nodded, and finally headed in the direction that the old village chief had guided.

"Fenglang, let me go with you!"

At this moment, the ghost was not cold, but hot.

The emotion contained in his eyes made Ling Feng's heart tingle for a while.

Now he is a bit like a ruthless man who has abandoned his family and children, and that kind of emotion is very strange and incomprehensible.

Ling Feng shook his head after all, "You stay in this village with everyone and wait for me to come back!"

With that, he turned and walked away, without any more words.

If outsiders appeared here, they would definitely be stupid by the scene at hand. Because Ling Feng was just a person, he was talking to himself, and his expression was very rich, as if he had gone crazy......

Yes, when Ling Feng's back disappeared into the endless night, when there was a gust of wind in this dark night, the ancient village suddenly disappeared.

There are no more ghosts.

That village seemed to be just a fantasy.

Ling Feng never looked back, because he was suddenly a little scared. As for what he was afraid of, he couldn't say anything.

Following the voice in his head, he came to a cliff. Looking down, there is a bottomless darkness underneath.

The coldness that made the soul tremble continued to seep out of the darkness.

Even Ling Feng felt a huge pressure.

The voice in his head kept guiding him to jump, as if this was not a cliff, but a path to eternal life.

It's just that this road seems a little dark.

His consciousness was a little blurry, and he couldn't tell whether everything in front of him was a dream or a reality. The voice in my head is clearly the guidance of the ancestors in the ballad, the guidance of the ancestors of the Heavenly Mandate Clan......

But why did it appear in his mind?

Why did you run to guide him?

Isn't it supposed to guide the souls of the deceased?

Ling Feng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it too much, but silently stared at this deep darkness and slowly closed his eyes.

For whom is the chanting of the souls of the dead for?

Which direction should he go in next?

In the endless confusion, Ling Feng finally jumped up and jumped down. At some point, a madman-like figure appeared on the edge of the cliff, silently looking at the darkness below.

Then, the whole person was almost emotionally broken, and he knelt directly on the hard rocky ground with his knees, and there was a little crystal swirling in his eyes.

"He found it after all, haha, he found it!" with a roar of relief, echoing in this space for a long time.

The heavens and the earth seemed to sound as if the earth's wail.

The old castle, which was once buried at the end of the year, is showing its traces little by little.

There was an endless darkness in front of him, as if there was no end in sight, even though Ling Feng had been falling at a high speed.

There was no wind in his ears, because it was not space that he passed through, but the turbulence of time. In this abyss, there are faults in time everywhere.

Ling Feng landed from high and low, and saw the images flashing like a movie.

I saw familiar faces, strange corners, and strange buildings......

It was the ancient earth space.

It is the ancestral source that has been buried in the years!

Although he saw endless layers, he didn't recognize the images, let alone what they represented.

Deep in my heart, there is a thick wail.

It's as if his most beloved thing has been snatched away by someone else, and he refuses to even leave his memories.

Next, he saw a more magnificent palace, stretching for thousands of miles, after countless years of vicissitudes, still leaving no trace.

However, the mist-shrouded shrine was destroyed by a group of powerful alien races.

The time laptop continues, and it is a scene countless eras ago, where there are countless mountains, countless long rivers, and countless strong people who defy the sky.

When some of them raised their hands, they destroyed the thousands of giant peaks. They are revered as gods by the world.

In order to defend their divine power, the gods launched a sacred war, and named the opponent of the other side the demon!

Demon!

It is an evil and corrupt existence, and all races condemn it.

As a result, under the attack of the hundred tribes, the "demon race" was defeated and retreated, and it was going to perish after all. But at the most critical moment, a terrifying genius was born out of thin air, creating a demonic skill against the sky, invincible in the world. I want to talk about "The Peerless Immortal Zun of Huadu" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~