Thousands of miles away from the moat.

Six people in the wind, six Changhong, galloping in the sky!

But at this moment, Yan Feng, who was five people ago, suddenly covered his chest...

His face suddenly became extremely pale!

This is the sequelae of the unparalleled weeping!

It's hard to continue to keep the sky!

"Brother Yan......"

Yu Jiao, who was behind her, saw Yan Feng like this, and her face suddenly became nervous.

"Let's go!"

Yan Feng endured the weakness in his body, and frowned... Silence spoke.

The six of them turned into Changhong and galloped through this dark night world!

"Brother Yan, it's not a way to continue like this!"

Feng Le was a little anxious... Speak.

"If we run like this, we won't be able to get out of this world after all, and once the immortal lord reacts, he will inevitably chase after him. ”

Murong Xue and Dao Yue, when they heard Feng Le's words, they were only silent.

For this matter... Just the two of them, there is nothing they can do.

In this world, the cultivation of the Immortal Realm is basically not much different from that of ants.

The Immortal Lord, casually sending out a Desolate Black Spirit is enough to completely crush it!

Yan Feng is also frowning at this moment.

He didn't know that this was not a long-term solution!

But now, there is no other plan, this world is extremely solid... With their strength, they can't blast it open at all.

Unless you accidentally bump into a space node, but this probability... So low that you can barely count it!

On the other hand, in Yan Feng's body at this moment, because of the Heavenly Cry Peerless, he only left himself with the spiritual power of the sky.

And this spiritual power is consumed extremely fast!

How exactly to get out, that's a real question!

Yan Feng knew very well that the immortal lord, if he didn't get his own essence blood today, I am afraid that he would definitely not give up.

Because, this is his only chance...

After going out this time, before there is no absolute strength, Yan Feng will definitely not come close to here again.

The Immortal Lord naturally understands this!

The Lord of the Immortals, or those black spirits, couldn't get close to the harsh wind.

The only people who could take the essence blood from Yan Feng were the few people present.

Murong Xue, Dao Yue, Feng Le, Yu Jiao, Xiao Tuanzi.

And these people... Will it attack Yan Feng?

Yan Feng does not dare to guarantee 100% of it!

And at this moment...

Behind the six people, a roaring black spirit attacked!

The roar shook the entire dark night world!

It's like a cold man's back!

"They're coming!"

Feng Le noticed the black spirit that appeared behind him, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

There is no need to remind Fengle, the rest of the people also know.

If you say... The only thing to be thankful for.

Without the Heavenly Moat, the Lord of the Immortals, as well as those trapped black spirits, could not get out.

What came out of this chase were all the black spirits in the previous Tower of Babel.

But despite this...

These black spirits, the strongest also have the realm of the Desolate Seven, which is definitely not something that a few of them can face!

Yan Feng, his eyebrows are furrowed...

And at this moment, a voice came to his ears.

Yan Feng's eyes suddenly froze!

Hands, slap in front of you!

In an instant, a wave of it enveloped Yan Feng, including the six people!

"Yan Feng, what are you going to do?!"

Murong Xue was stunned, not knowing what Yan Feng was going to do!

It's just in this stunned moment!

In an instant, the light cluster shrouded in the red jade sword qi shrank rapidly, and finally... turned into a streamer, and actually disappeared into the void.

Disappear!

Just in the second breath of the disappearance of the six people of Yan Feng, the army of black spirits, like a storm, attacked madly.

The black pressure completely submerged the place where the six Yan Feng were before!

The roars of the black spirits, the roars of rage, one after another!

Because they found out......

The person who was tracking was completely gone, right in this place!

The slightest trace was found!

Naturally, they don't notice...

In the original area, the wind was howling.

Along with this wind, there is a grain of dust and sand, which drifts away with this wind.

In the dust.

"Young Emperor, your subordinates are late, please surrender your guilt. ”

It's a very simple space, a pavilion.

The world in the dust.

At this moment, Bingchang knelt on one knee in front of Yan Feng.

In this pavilion, there are only two people, him and Yan Feng.

As for the others, they were transferred to the rest of this space by Bingchang.

"You are not guilty, get up and speak again. ”

Yan Feng said lightly.

"Subordinate Emperor Xie Shaodi!"

Bingchang saluted very respectfully, and then slowly stood up, still standing in front of Yan Feng with great respect.

"Why did you enter this place, and why were you not captured by the Immortal Lord, and the origin of the Immortal Lord, the origin of the Tower of Babel, you told me in detail. ”

Yan Feng spoke in a condensed voice.

Although Murong Xue briefly told Yan Feng about the origin of the Babel Tower before...

But it's not specific.

Moreover, Yan Feng is very clear, with Murong Xue's qualifications, it is impossible to understand it clearly, and it is not accurate.

Bingchang is different.

This is the person next to Emperor Aoki, and it is also the person from the era of the Wasted Emperor back then

What he knew was that even a hundred Murong Xue couldn't match it.

"Yes. ”

Bingchang did not refuse, nodded yes, and then came to Yan Fengdao the origin of the Tower of Babel.

And the undead...

A long time ago, a battle between the Desolate Emperor and the undead!

Yan Feng's brows became tighter and tighter... Falling into deep thought, this is the first time he has listened to others talk about his father's past!

Emperor of the Wilderness... Own biological father!

Aoki Lingzhou, Emperor Palace.

"Liusan, Bendi knows what you are confused about. ”

In the imperial hall of the Emperor Palace, there are three people.

To be precise, the two of them also have a phantom, the phantom of the desolate emperor.

Liu San nodded: "Back then, Emperor Venerable, you were obviously ..."

"The soul is gone. ”

The phantom of the desolate emperor, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, this appearance... and Yan Feng, if it weren't for that smile, it would be exactly the same!

"The subordinates don't dare!"

Liusan bowed and bowed.

"You're right, I..."

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the Wasted Emperor looked at His Highness's Liusan and Dao Aoki.

"Indeed, it is dead, the soul is scattered, and the chaos is annihilated. ”

As soon as these words came out, His Royal Highness's Liu San, the whole person was stunned, and he raised his eyes to look at the Desolate Emperor...

"But... But..."

Before Liu San finished speaking, the Emperor laughed.

"Do you want to say that it is clear that this divine consciousness of the emperor still exists, the divine consciousness is still there, and the spirit is not broken, with the cultivation of the emperor, a wisp of spirit is enough to return to the origin in a moment. ”

"What you're going to say, is that or not. ”

The Wasted Emperor looked at Liusan and said with a smile.

"That's right, with the emperor's cultivation, a wisp of spirit is enough to recover!"

Liusan said in a condensed voice... He found more and more that the rebellion of the hundred frontiers back then.

Perhaps, it's not as simple as you think.

Always... It's not that simple!

looked at Michi-Aoki who was standing on the other side, and the Aramad Emperor with a smile.

It's all like it's been planned for a long time!

[There is a third update today]

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