In reality, Feng Wuwu's consciousness gradually returned to his body, and the flame on his forehead turned orange.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was his father's blood-stained body, clenching his fists and secretly swearing in his heart.

'Father, I will avenge you. ’

"What's next... It's your turn, Abyss 'Send' Master. Seeing the Abyss Mage sitting weakly on the ground, Feng Wuwu immediately realized that the other party should be in a state of breaking defense.

Not now, but when!

didn't have time to think so much, Feng Wuwu hurriedly lifted the long sword, subconsciously mobilized the power of his whole body to infuse the sword body, and stabbed hard towards the wound on the abyss mage's body.

The silver-white sword body, emitting a glimmer of light, smoothly pierced into the opponent's body under the desperate gaze of the abyss mage, and directly stabbed through it.

"%......&%¥......" The abyss mage still wanted to struggle, but his right hand holding the staff moved slightly, and the next second...

"Die!" Feng Wuwu used both hands to exert force, and the entire sword body completely sank into the body of the abyss mage, and then pulled it out violently.

This time, Wind Carefree aimed at the head of the Abyss Mage.

directly performed a wave of what is called a split action.

"It's finally over." After confirming that the Abyss Mage was completely dead, Feng Wuwu breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, Feng Wuwu unexpectedly discovered that there did not seem to be such a thing as blood in the body of the Abyss Mage, but a black substance. This substance was shed all over the ground after the Abyss Mage was shot in the head. Naturally, the sword was also stained with this substance.

"What the hell is this?" Out of vigilance, Feng Wuwu did not directly touch this substance with his hands, but used his sword to keep pulling at the body of the abyss mage.

There are ready-made materials in front of you, so why don't you study them well?

What was the predecessor of the Abyss Mage? What about the structure of the body? What is the black substance flowing in the body? These, Feng Wuwu is a little curious. Reality is better than not a game, and in reality everything must pay attention to a basic law.

However, just as Wind Carefree was about to study further, black smoke rose from the body of the Abyss Mage. The appearance of black smoke made Feng Wuwu, who had always been vigilant, hurriedly retreat, taking advantage of the situation to hold his long sword horizontally in front of him, and put on a defensive posture.

The black smoke slowly devoured the corpse, and then disappeared in the surprised eyes of the wind...

No, to be exact, it turned into a black pile of powdery stuff.

"What the hell, it's not scientific at all." As the corpse turned to powder, the black smoke disappeared with it.

However, Feng Wuwu found that the black substance on the sword body had not disappeared.

"In other words, if you are separated from the body of the abyss mage, you will not return to the black smoke pipe." Wind is carefree, but now it's more important...

Lifting the long sword, with the help of the reflection of the sword body, Feng Wuwu also saw his current appearance clearly.

The original black pupils turned orange, and an orange flame burned on his forehead.

"Could this be... Dead Flame? Is this my golden finger, after waiting for you for fourteen years, you finally appeared! "When the battle ended, the flames were extinguished. Before I could be happy, I immediately felt a deep sense of exhaustion all over my body.

The appearance of the Abyss Mage, the battle with all his might, the death of his father and the appearance of the Golden Finger, and then the death of the Abyss Mage, there was so much that happened in just one day. Not only is the body tired, but the mental consumption is too great, and now this relaxation, Feng Wuwu fell to the ground uncontrollably and fell asleep.

Noon...

The dazzling sunlight made Feng Wuwu wake up from his slumber, and just about to get up, Feng Wuwu couldn't hold back his painful cry. The short rest did not seem to eliminate much of the fatigue and pain, but worsened it.

"It's... The bones of the body are about to fall apart. Trembling and standing up, he endured the exhaustion of his body and simply revived, "It's okay, at least I don't want to sleep so much." ”

"Next, it's time to clean up the battlefield, and my father needs to find a place to bury him."

After looking around, Feng Wuwu decided to bury his father in the back of the house, although the house was mostly damaged due to the battle, but the backyard was not affected too much. And to be buried near home, I guess my father will be very happy.

After choosing a location, Feng Wuwu dug a pit with tools, buried his father directly, and found a large stone from the forest next to him as a tombstone. And on it was simply engraved with a sword a few words - the tomb of benevolence and righteousness.

The only thing that can be called a relic is the dim Thunder God Vision in Feng Wuwu's hand.

"Forget it, let's wear it on your body, maybe you'll need it later." Put away the Vision of God, and Feng Wuwu will have time to check the harvest on the battlefield on the other side.

"Well, I hope there will be a harvest." Feng Wuwu walked around the house to the front, "Tsk, sure enough, I thought too much, is it possible that the old branches of the veins can still fall." ”

To be on the safe side, Feng Wuwu still used his sword to pull in the 'ashes', hoping to pull out something.

"Damn, there really is!" It was noon, the sun was abundant, and after a few pulls, Feng Wuwu saw an object flickering in the 'ashes' at a glance.

Use the tip of the sword to carefully pick up the object, so that you can see the appearance of the object clearly.

"It's... A ring? No, it seems to be half a piece? Feng Wuwu wiped the ring clean through his clothes, and then he could see the appearance of the ring clearly.

"Pengler's Ring!" The moment he saw this ring, Feng Wuwu immediately recognized the origin of this ring, and couldn't help but make his eyes widen, looking at the half ring in his hand in disbelief.

"What happened when the Penglie Ring appeared in the hands of the Abyss Mage?" Feng Wuwu's mind was a mess, could it be that it was not a coincidence that the Abyss Mage appeared here.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a reason, so I could only secretly keep this matter in my heart.

"Besides... This half of the Great Empty Ring can be regarded as the return of the original owner. "The orange flame represents the great void, and this half of the ring is also exclusive to the great void, which has to make people sigh at the wonder of fate.

After January...

This month, Feng Wuwu has been researching the flame of death, and in his spare time, he has also made a sturdy raft out of wood, and the storage of food is also going on simultaneously.

His father is gone, and he has no point in staying on the island, as his father said on his deathbed, whether he wants to be a traveler or a scholar.

Now, Feng Wu, who has obtained the golden finger, can finally shout out loudly, "The scholar who went to TM, I am also a hanger, and I want to be a traveler!" ’

Of course, he hasn't forgotten the crusade against the Abyss Mage, but the biggest problem now is....

"How did Lao Tzu light the flame at that time?"

This month, the raft was almost finished, big and hard, but the flame could not be ignited. No matter how much Feng Wuwu tries, he just can't ignite the flame of death again.

Sometimes Feng Wuwu wonders if it is because there are no dead people, so the flame of death cannot be ignited. So the true identity of the wind is a broom star, right, every time he fights, his teammates must sacrifice, and then in a tragic atmosphere, he carries strongly.

Really, the mana of teammates is boundless.

It's been more than half a month...

In the past half a month, Feng Wuwu has been trying to find a way to ignite the flame of death, and gradually he has really figured out a law, or a state.

One, the grief and despair of a teammate because of his own death, and then... The flame of death was ignited inexplicably.

Although the method is good, it is a bit emotional.

After mastering the method of taking the initiative to light the flame, Feng Wuwu was also happy for a long time, and then decisively chose to go to sea that day, brought dry food and drinking water, and set sail towards the west......