I didn't expect to get away with it in the end.

This is the truest thought in Feng Xia's mind at the moment, now he doesn't even dare to look back, and he can feel the murderous power of the wolf king behind him when he closes his eyes.

Thanks to the support of the broken memories of his previous life, Feng Xia recognized the wolf king's innate ability in time at the cost of downgrading from the third order to the second order of the desolate beast: death tracking.

If you list all the desolate beast abilities below the sixth order together to make a list of "the most disgusting desolate beast abilities for hunters", then only the fourth-order death tracking can definitely be at the top, without him, this ability is really disgusting.

There is a saying that ghosts don't let you go.,Death tracking is a perfect interpretation of this sentence.,The effect of death tracking is very simple.,Activate at the cost of downgrading when the beast is dying.,Turn yourself into a zombie.,Chase and kill the last target locked before death until the target dies.,Or the last trace of life is completely exhausted.。

This kind of ability to end up together is especially disgusting, Feng Xia is a sinister villain who uses conspiracy and trickery to deal with others if he can't fight head-on. Everyone is a smart person, how unsightly it is to fight and kill, why do things that can be done with strategy, right?

So the ability to track death is particularly unsociable, even though you are already dead, and you have to become a zombie beast chasing you, it's really ...... It's devastating.

Feeling the wolf king's figure getting closer and closer, Feng Xia sighed heavily, his speed increased under his feet, and he made a sharp turn after bypassing a sand dune that suddenly appeared.

The short knife slashed heavily on the wolf king's claws, and after Feng Xia was knocked back several steps in succession, he shook his hand, and the ink was born on the wasteland energy condensed, and it was cut out again!

The aqua blue light flashed, and a thick mist condensed with the slash of the ink sheng, separating the wolf king from Feng Xia. The wolf king roared angrily and tried to break out of the mist, but was blocked by the spreading mist.

Three days, three whole days and three nights, every time he was about to catch up with that bastard, he was stopped by this mist, the wolf king went completely crazy, looked up to the sky and roared, his hind paws kicked the ground suddenly, and then jumped forward high, and he jumped directly above this mist, his eyes were blood-red, and he instantly locked the direction of Feng Xia's escape in just one second, and then fell back to the ground, roaring and rushing in that direction.

"I'll go, didn't that group of bastards in the Wanchuan Research Base say in the desolate beast ability spectrum that the zombie beasts produced after launching death tracking are not intelligent, and sure enough, those guys who talk on paper can't believe it." Feng Xia, who was also a member of the Wanchuan Research Institute in his previous life, complained frantically about his former employer, and at the same time gathered the few wasted energy he had left on Shui Mosheng again, and cut out a mist again.

According to the memories of the previous life, although the zombie beasts produced by death tracking inherited all the abilities of the desolate beasts in life, they are only zombies after all, and they do not have much wisdom, and more importantly, their only remaining life can only support their life for seven days at most, which also requires it to be able to devour other lives to replenish the desolate energy during the pursuit of the target. And the zombie transformed by the wolf king has been chasing and killing itself almost sleeplessly for the past three days, and the huge energy consumption can be felt from the blow when he collided with it just now.

On the first day, the result of Feng Xia and the wolf king colliding head-on was quite tragic, if it weren't for Sun Liang and the others dragging their injured bodies to snipe the wolf king in time, so that Feng Xia had the opportunity to escape with the help of the water mist generated by the ink, I am afraid that now Feng Xia has become wolf dung - if the zombie beast will also excrete.

And just now, he not only had a hard fight with the wolf king, but even had the spare strength to release the mist slash, during this period, of course, there was a reason for the increase in his strength during the three-day escape, which also showed that the wolf king is now at the end of the crossbow.

"Half a day, a maximum of a day to arrive. You're ready to ambush the circle, I'm going to lure it to you now, ready to join me up and snipe this guy completely, grandma's, I'm bad enough. ”

Feng Xia's fingers flexed slightly, and the ink slid into the scabbard, and explained to Sun Liang on the other end of the communicator in his throat, not afraid that the wolf king who was roaring behind him would hear it, anyway, it was estimated that it might not be able to understand it. The method of using jumping to deal with the water mist blocking the line of sight can only be said to be the wolf king's urgency or practice makes perfect, after all, he has used the water mist too often in the past three days, even a pig can come up with a way to crack it.

The improvement in Feng Xia's strength in three days can almost be described as a leap. Coupled with the previous eighteen ability points, Feng Xia now has a total of twenty-four ability points, in other words, every time the wolf king chases Feng Xia for one day, he can make Feng Xia evolve two ability points, if the result of being caught up is not to become wolf dung, Feng Xia is actually happy to let this pursuit continue.

Feng Xia put his hand into his arms, took out a piece of roast wolf meat that had been cooled, and didn't care whether it was moldy or not when he put it on his body for almost half a month, and threw it directly into his mouth, and even had the effort to chew it, so he swallowed it directly. While secretly glad in his heart that he had specially killed the horned wolf on the way to the future before he started to snipe the wolf king, he roasted a part of it and brought it to his side, if it weren't for the support of these wolf meats rich in wild energy these days, Feng Xia would definitely not be able to support this day and night pursuit.

The wolf meat just entered the stomach after entering the body, and there was no aftertaste, so it was directly torn apart by the devouring waste, and turned into a trace of waste energy that flowed to Feng Xia's whole body. It slightly alleviated the feeling of weakness in Feng Xia's body after swinging two water mist slashes in succession. It would probably take a while for the wolf king to break through the obstacle formed by the two water mist, and he had to close the distance between the two as much as possible during this time. Although the zombie wolf king has a much lower speed than the wolf king because of the form of the zombie, it is still not comparable to Feng Xia's short legs.

According to the agreement with Sun Liang and the others, they should have set up an ambush ring near the No. 3 mine in the north of Suyang, Feng Xia remembered that there was a poplar forest there, which was very suitable for ambushes.

There is still a distance of about one hundred and twenty kilometers, Feng Xia looked down at the map projected on the communicator, sighed silently, looked back at the wolf king who was about to catch up, and suddenly felt some inexplicable sadness in his heart, as if he had met this wolf king.

Could it be that he fought with this guy himself in his previous life? Feng Xia shook his head with some doubts, this is not impossible, according to the talent and strength that this wolf king is showing now, given time, he may not become a beast king level desolate beast, and in his previous life, as the leader of the wilderness hunters, it is really possible to fight against this guy.

In fact, this feeling has arisen since Feng Xia saw the wolf king for the first time, and the familiarity can be explained by the fact that he may have fought with this wolf king in his previous life, but the sadness is difficult to explain clearly. Can't always be a hero and cherish a hero?

It is difficult for a person to have negative emotions such as sadness for a wild beast, especially when you have witnessed the scene where the wild beast swarms and destroys everything that can be seen, eats all the human beings that can be devoured, and truly achieves the point of leaving no bones, even if you see with your own eyes that this race has the grace of crows to kneel or lick calves, there will still be no psychological fluctuations. It's as if the beasts, when devouring a mother and child, don't be moved to see the mother doing her best to protect their infant child, and finally let them go, at best, they roar twice and talk to their own kind about which of the two they just ate is better.

This is a blood feud accumulated over the past 50 years of history between races, and has nothing to do with any emotion.

So in other words, there is only one possibility that can make Feng Xia sad.

Only one kindred grieves for each other's plight.

But how could the wolf king and himself be the same kind?

Shaking his head vigorously, he drove these things out of his mind, and now the top priority is to introduce the wolf king into the originally planned ambush circle, a distance of one hundred and twenty kilometers, according to Feng Xia's current second-order desolate body's physical fitness, it can be reached in about three hours under the limit of running, but Feng Xia always felt a little uneasy in the dark. When he was running, a strong wind blew in his face, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and suddenly remembered that before the first sniper wolf king, he looked up to the sky and howled a strange syllable, which sounded like it?

"Cangchen ...... dead? No, it should be? Feng Xia couldn't help but look back, and his heart was like a thunderbolt.

"When it's always dusty?!"

Above the desert, a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing through the sand dunes, like weeping.

The old man stood on the ruins of the No. 3 mine, as if he sensed something, looked back at Su Yang, and then at the seemingly boundless desert, smacked his mouth, and said with emotion: "You almost exhausted all the remaining strength of that world to send this third batch of fires, but in the end there were only four that could be used, and one of them was obtained by a wolf, is it really worth it?"

If heaven is unkind, all things are regarded as dogs, and all things are never willing to be dogs, which is the root of the outbreak of the dispute between heaven and man. But have you ever thought that," the old man looked up at the sky, as if he could see the world on the other side, and continued, "from the moment you created that path, you have already bowed your head to the sky, and since you have bowed your head, do you really think that the heavens do not know what you have done? ”

The more the old man spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't help but roar at the sky: "You should know, how could you not know, since you know this, why do you want those little guys to go forward and pay for the mistakes made by you old and immortal bastards!" Are you worthy of your conscience, huh?! ”

The sky was speechless, and no one came to answer the old man's question.

for those who could answer his questions were dead.

The old man finally pointed his finger to the sky, and did not roar again, but whispered the last word.

"The sky has eyes, and the people are innocent."