Yun Ji Tian saw that Feng Wuxin had a serious expression on his face, and he couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

"The King." Walking quickly to Yun Jitian and the others, Feng Wuxin looked at the few people present, and did not hide his intention.

"At the bottom of the cliff, no body of Emperor Brahma was found."

"Huh?" Yun Jitian frowned instantly, what does this mean?

"I sent someone to look inside and out at the bottom of the cliff that shot him down, but I didn't see his body. Feng Wuxin's face was very heavy.

The spring breeze blew, and there was a moment of silence here.

"I'm sure he's dead." In this silence, Luo Yu broke the silence and frowned and said in a deep voice.

She was sure that Emperor Brahma was absolutely dead.

That kind of tendon and veins are broken, which directly destroys the death method of the inner house, and it is impossible to be reborn, let alone fake death.

At this point, she also came out separately.

Yun Jitian nodded expressionlessly when he heard this, even if Emperor Brahma didn't die, his kick would have killed him, but how could it be......

There can't be a fake death that neither he nor Luo Yu can see, right?

At the same moment, Yun Jitian and Luo Yu looked at Haimo Feng in unison.

Hai Mofeng raised his eyes and glanced at the two of them, and said slowly: "People are dead." ”

Even he can hide the fake death, which is not yet in this world.

"What about corpses? I'm sure no one has been to the bottom of the cliff or approached that side in a while. Feng Wuxin's brows furrowed.

On that day, he sent someone to find the body of Emperor Brahma, and it was impossible for others to take it away.

Could it be that he could still fly away when he died?

It's also so bizarre.

The clouds killed the sky, the falling feathers, and glanced at each other, they didn't feel any powerful aura in the past few days, approaching.

But Hai Mofeng slowly reached out and touched his chin, and there was deep contemplation in the fluctuations of his eyes.

Banxiang suddenly said, "When are you going to ethereal?" ”

Luo Yu and Yun Jitian were pondering this weirdness, and suddenly heard Hai Mofeng ask, and the two of them looked at Hai Mofeng sideways: "What?" ”

The two of them had already discussed, and when Yun Qiong's injuries were better, they set off to open the ethereal treasure.

First, the words promised to the last person of the ethereal clan will count.