Chapter 392 Thirteen Minefield. In addition to thunder and lightning, arcs of lightning mingle and collide with each other, full of violence and destruction, devouring everything.

"You mean, he's your master, and I own his blood?"

In order to confirm, Feng Hao asked again.

He couldn't believe that his ancestors could have such power.

Not to mention that he killed the Thunder Turtle, the son of Xuanwu, it was the burly cold-faced killer in front of him, it was definitely an existence that surpassed Wuzun, and it was such an existence, but he was still the servant of the ancestors!

So, how strong has this ancestor of the Feng family become?

Why, the family of such a strong man would be located in the Xilan country, which is the Zhongpin Kingdom?

Moreover, it was only a small family in the kingdom, so why did he leave nothing for the family?

All this made Feng Hao unacceptable.

Why did a family with such a strong person fall into such a field?

"That's right, you are the descendant of the master, and you have the blood of the master! The master has explained that the person who has his blood is my new master!"

The burly man said dryly, and stood there again coldly, mercilessly, respectfully, like a puppet.

"The offspring of the master?

Feng Hao's heart was shocked, and he recalled what this burly man had said before.

He followed the unknown ancestor of the Feng family, but the Black Tower here has been established for thousands of years.

Doesn't that mean that this burly man has lived for thousands of years?

It's absolutely impossible!

Ordinary people can live for a hundred years at most, and then every time they break through a realm, they can live for an extra hundred years, that is to say, even if they are martial kings, they will only live for eight hundred years at most.

And this burly man has been around for thousands of years, if not longer!

How did he do it?

"So, who are you?"

With a deep exhalation, a purple flame surged in Feng Hao's eyes, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world.

"I'm Number Three!"

No emotion came out of the burly man's mouth.

"You're not human?"

Under the purple pupils, Feng Hao saw that the heart of this burly man who called himself No. 13 had already stopped beating, but within his body, there were glowing silk threads flowing, and within these silk threads, there was a majestic force, if it broke out in an instant, I was afraid that the entire Xilan King City would be blown away.

That's why Feng Hao asked this kind of thing.

He felt that this Thirteenth should have been dead for a long time, and at this time, he only existed with the glittering energy in his body.

That kind of energy actually gave him a familiar feeling

Burn the old!

That's right, every time the Burning Elder appears, it seems to be the same kind of energy, but there is a big difference in its purity, but the type of energy is definitely one.

Essence?

"I'm Number Three!"

The burly man still said this, like a puppet, but he could just speak.

"Number Thirteen. ”

Feng Hao's brows furrowed.

This thirteenth is obviously just a code name, that is, there are numbers 1 to 12 in front.

Thinking about it, Feng Hao's heart was shocked.

There are thirteen or even more men of such power.

How terrifying is this Feng family? He can have such a powerful slave!

Faintly, Feng Hao's mind was in turmoil.

He found that he was becoming less and less incomprehensible to his family.

The Feng family, which was originally very ordinary, has now become extremely mysterious, and even, terrifying.

Why did the Feng family have such a powerful ancestor? Why did the Feng family become so depressed now? Have all the other slaves like the Thirteenth been exterminated? Who is the enemy? Who is such a powerful person in the Jin Dynasty?

He couldn't answer every question.

Also, why did I derive that inexplicable heat energy after eating the meat of the Warcraft?

All this, perhaps, burned the old man and knew it, but he was too weak at that time, so he didn't say it.

"Whew!"

With a long exhalation, Feng Hao Zhi Dao wants to know all this, and he must have absolute strength.

And now, in front of this thirteenth, he has no power to resist, so what can he do and what can he change?

It's just adding to the troubles!

"What the hell is it?"

Feng Hao really wanted to know why this burly man who had no signs of life still survived?

Puppet?

The man won't answer, so he can only ask the old man in the future, and, faintly, Feng Hao feels that the old man understands this, and the good things he said may be the thirteenth!

"I'll call you thirteen from now on. ”

Sinking into his mind, Feng Hao said to the thirteenth man.

"Good hosts. ”

No. 13 still replied very smugly, standing beside Feng Hao, looking like a bodyguard.

"Hmm. ”

Feng Hao was not dissatisfied with this loyal and powerful bodyguard, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Having guarded this place for thousands of years, there is no doubt about its loyalty.

"Thirteen, I want to go over to worship the ancestors, you open the way!"

The arc under this sinkhole is too thick, Feng Hao can't move an inch at all, and if he wants to stand, he has to lean against the rock wall, so he has no choice but to turn to this thirteenth.

"Yes!"

In response, the thirteenth pupil lit up, and a majestic aura spread from him, forming an aura that isolated all the surrounding arcs.

Following behind the thirteenth, Feng Hao walked towards the place where the Feng family ancestor died.

Walked over to the seated figure, and Thirteen stepped aside.

In front of him, there was a rather complete body, no longer able to see the face, only the skeleton remained, and the body was draped in a very smooth robe, which had gone through thousands of years without the slightest trace of decay.

Looking at this skeleton, Feng Hao couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He could imagine that the ancestor of the Feng family in front of him was definitely a powerful figure, otherwise, he would not be able to kill the Thunder Turtle.

And even that kind of character can't escape death, thousands of years later, it's just a cup of loess, compared with ordinary people, it's not much worse, but just a few more years.

However, isn't it true that people cultivate just to live a few hundred more years?

"Can people not die?"

Such a thought suddenly jumped into Feng Hao's mind.

Even if it is a martial emperor, it can only live for nine hundred years, and only the legendary saint who can subvert heaven and earth can live for thousands of years, but even if he is a saint, he is afraid that he will not escape death.

So, how can we live forever?