Chapter 336: Three Portraits

The second floor of the palace, the ice and snow world!

A fierce wind whistled, and the biting cold breath made people resist a little, and after bringing the courtier to the second layer, his eyes were a little excited, and his face was full of excitement that could not be concealed.

"Ling Feng, wait a minute, I need your help. The courtier was serious, and his gaze was a little solemn when he looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng was a little puzzled, he looked at this snow-white place, and he didn't say anything, didn't promise or refuse.

The general courtier looked at Ling Feng's appearance, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "There are no creatures in this layer, fifty years ago, my wife was attacked by demon beasts on the sea of ink, and she was in a coma until now, so I brought her here. ”

"What can I help you?" Ling Feng was silent for a while, then looked at the general and said lightly.

The general looked at this snowy white world, his eyes were also a little bitter, and he was silent for a while before he said to Ling Feng, "To awaken my wife, you must borrow the energy of the Dragon Ball, of course, if it is the power of the Dragon Ball alone, it will not be able to awaken her at all, and to awaken her, you also need the blood of her loved ones." ”

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, the Dragon Ball General had already obtained it, but the blood of his loved ones made Ling Feng's heart tremble slightly, and he looked at the General Courtier in disbelief.

"Do you think I'm your wife's dearest?" Ling Feng's voice was a little solemn, and he looked at the general.

The general nodded, he looked at Ling Feng, and said to Ling Feng seriously, "You are my wife's own nephew, and her only relative. ”

Ling Feng shook his head, looked at the general courtier with some bitterness, and there was some apology in his eyes, and said slowly to the general courtier, "I can't be your wife's dearest, even if it is possible for the entire Tianwu Continent, I won't be possible." ”

The general smiled bitterly, he looked at Ling Feng, his eyes were also a little pale, and he was silent for a long time before he said to Ling Feng, "Do you know the God of Thunder?"

Ling Feng nodded, he still knew something about the legends of the Heavenly Witch Continent, and the name of the Thunder God was well known to every household in the entire Heavenly Witch Continent, and everyone knew about it.

Thor, the legend of an era, is also the fall of an era.

Fifty years ago, the demon beasts in the sea of ink came out together, and the thunder god repelled the demon beasts with the power of one person, and even signed a contract with the demon Jiao king, and could not invade the Tianwu Continent within a hundred years.

Just after Thor and Mohai signed a contract, Thor disappeared, and there has been no news since then, despite this, Bo Tear Thor is still prestigious, and it has made Bo Tear Lou's reputation even better.

"Thor and I put Sakura here, and Thor himself told me that there is only one way to awaken Sakura, using the power of the Dragon Ball and a drop of blood from someone close to you. The courtier's voice was a little bitter, and he looked at Ling Feng's gaze with some expectation.

Ling Feng was silent, he looked at the general's courtiers, there was no emotion in his eyes, and said lightly, "I'm not your wife's dearest, so I can't wake him up, since I can't wake up, then I don't have to waste my blood." ”

The general looked at Ling Feng, his face changed slightly, and he saw him looking at Ling Feng, his eyes were full of seriousness, "Ling Feng, I can be sure that you are Luo Ying's own nephew, even if you are not from the entire Heavenly Witch Continent, you will also be." ”

Ling Feng looked at the appearance of the general's courtier, he was a little curious, and was silent for a while before he looked at the general's courtier and said, "I am really not your wife's nephew, please believe me." ”

Ling Feng looked at the general who looked a little lost, he sighed and muttered in his heart, "Because I am not from this continent, I can't be your wife's nephew." ”

"Bang!" Ling Feng only heard a "bang" sound, and saw the general kneeling on the ground all of a sudden, looking at Ling Feng with some pleading, "Ling Feng, I know that you are my wife's nephew, I beg you, please help me save my wife." ”

Looking at the pleading general courtier, Ling Feng's face was also a little bitter, and he was silent for a long time, he sighed, and then said to the general courtier, "Since that's the case, I'll let you die." ”

The general looked at Ling Feng, who promised him, his face was a little happy, and then he stood up and walked towards the front.

After a while, they saw a small wooden house not far away, and there were some ice cubes piled up on the wooden house, which made the wooden house look a little sacred.

Ling Feng looked at the wooden house, there seemed to be some kindness in his blood, he looked at the wooden house, was silent for a while, and then said to the general, "Your wife is here?"

The general nodded, looking at the wooden house with some expectation, he stopped his progress, took a deep breath, and then said calmly to Ling Feng: "In this wooden house is a 10,000-year-old coffin, which can ensure that the human body is immortal and will never decay. ”

Ling Feng's heart was shocked, and he looked at the eyes of the generals and courtiers were also a little shocked, a 10,000-year-old coffin could ensure that the body was immortal and would never decay.

Many powerful people in the cultivation world can guarantee the immortality of the physical body, but they can't guarantee that it will never decay, maybe it will not decay in ten years or something, but what about a hundred years later? a thousand years later?

Ling Feng took a deep breath, he followed the courtiers towards the cabin, both of them were slow, both of them had their own thoughts, and the slow cabin approached.

Ling Feng looked at the cabin, took a deep breath, and his eyes were a little solemn, although he knew that the words of the general had nothing to do with him, the intimacy flowing in his blood made him a little curious.

It was a throbbing in the blood, a call from the depths of the soul, all this with some excitement, some curiosity.

And then the courtier went to a smile, fifty years of hard work, he killed the demon beast alone in the sea of ink for twenty years, he searched for the dragon ball for nearly forty years, and his lifelong cultivation was even more extreme, and he had only one purpose, that is, to wake up his wife.

Both of them entered the small wooden house, the wooden house was extremely simple, in addition to a 10,000-year-old coffin, there was also a square table, but what shocked Ling Feng was the three murals hanging on the square table.

The faces of two of the three men in the mural were extremely familiar to him, Ling Feng looked at the three middle-aged men in the mural, took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of shock.

The middle-aged man in the mural on the left is wearing a black robe, his eyes are red, the blood-colored red hair seems to be fluttering, and the demonic energy covered with his whole body seems to be wriggling, giving people a very real feeling, but in his hand he is holding a spear, like a demon god.

However, the man in the mural on the right looked like Ling Feng for nine points, as if carved out of a mold, and the trace of arrogance and arrogance in the eyes of the middle-aged man made the middle-aged man even more powerful.

The middle-aged man with black hair, thunder flashing on the purple robe on his body, like a god, the middle-aged man held a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, and the whole person looked even more handsome.

"Father?" Ling Feng's eyes were a little moist, and he looked at the middle-aged man in the mural, a little obsessed.

Immediately, Ling Feng shook his head, throwing this ridiculous thought out of his mind, and then his gaze at the mural was also a little bitter, and he moved his gaze to the mural in the middle.

The mural in the middle is several meters longer than the two next ones, and the man in the painting has a trace of essence in his eyes, which seems to be a kind of gaze that can look at the world, and the man's whole body is dark, like a sleeping tiger, which makes people dare not look directly.

The man clenched his hands into fists, his expression was not emotional, and he was also full of demonic energy, and the demonic energy that kept wandering around his body was like a dragon, which could devour people's hearts.

"Arrogant Saint Venerable?" Ling Feng recognized the man in the painting at a glance, and that man was none other than Arrogant Saint Venerable.

The arrogant Saint Venerable was originally a person of great strength, although this wooden house was only a portrait of the arrogant Saint Venerable, but the coercion revealed from the portrait was still obvious, and that coercion made Ling Feng penetrate a little.

At this moment, Ling Feng seemed to see an ancient scene through the portrait.

It was the arrogant saint standing on the top of the mountain, followed by two men by his side, and the two men were hanging next to the arrogant saint venerable, only to see the two men with indifferent faces, quietly looking down.

And at the foot of the mountain, there are countless monks, which monks are rushing towards the top of the mountain, and the countless monks, densely packed, like an ant army, rushed directly to the top of the mountain.

The arrogant Saint Venerable's eyes still had no emotion, he looked at the monks at the foot of the mountain, only to see that he was clenching his fists with all his hands, looking at those monks, his body was like electricity, and he was directly facing those monks.

"Holy Venerable!" The two people standing next to the arrogant Saint Venerable looked at the arrogant Saint Venerable who rushed out, and the two of them rushed directly towards those people, only to see a blood light flash, and the blood light flashed by, and the speed was extremely fast. Then a purple thunderbolt flashed, and then a strange purple light swept through, and the sky and earth suddenly lost color.

The two of them rushed directly to those monks, the sky was full of swords and guns, and one monk kept falling, and in an instant, those monks suddenly fell, and the monks who kept falling suddenly piled up, forming a small mound.

The corpses were piled up, but neither of them cared at all, but Ling Feng's gaze stayed on Shenjun's own father's monk.

The monk had a long sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and the moves of the two hands were completely different, although the moves were completely different, but they were like two people's techniques, which was very shocking.

Dual-minded!

Ling Feng looked at the monk, his pupils constricted, but at this moment, a hundred monks rushed out of the many monks, and those hundred monks were extremely strong, their whole bodies were shining with golden light, and they rushed directly towards the monk.

The hundred monks watched the monks of Ling Feng's father rush towards him, and the speed seemed to be unbeatable.

"Hmph!" A cold snort was seen, and the sword in the monk's hand was swung out directly, and the sword flashed, and some monks fell before they could get close.

When Ling Feng saw this scene, his eyes were also a little shocked, with the strength of one person, he was not afraid of the joint efforts of a hundred monks, this kind of strength, even the strong people that Ling Feng knew were rare.

"Do you know who the person in this painting is?" looked at Ling Feng, who was fascinated, and couldn't help but speak.

Ling Feng's body trembled slightly, looking at the general courtier, he was also a little curious, just now he was addicted to the mural, if it wasn't for the courtier to wake himself up, maybe he was still addicted to the world of the mural.

"Who are they?" Ling Feng looked at the general curiously, and there was some doubt in his eyes.

"The two next to him are the Swamp Demon and Thor. The general looked at Ling Feng, his eyes were also a little solemn, he was silent for a while, he looked at Ling Feng seriously, and said slowly, "Do you know what era the swamp demon and the thunder god are?"

"Ancient period?" Ling Feng was not sure, he could see the longevity of the scroll paper from the scroll, so he guessed that it was the ancient period.

After finishing speaking, his gaze stayed on Thor, the man who looked like his father, leaving various legendary characters on this continent.

Somehow, he vaguely felt that the Thor in this painting had a certain connection with him, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't guess it.

Since he couldn't guess, Ling Feng didn't bother to guess, after all, there were still generals and courtiers beside him.