Chapter Forty-Nine: A Hundred Miles of Traces

"Under Wang Qian, thank you seniors for just coming to the rescue", the man surnamed Wang took a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged his fists and said in a deep voice, with a respectful look on his face.

In his mind, being able to kill the demon beasts at the peak of qi refining with a single gesture is at least a foundation building cultivation.

Lu Feng nodded slightly, and the cultivation of the three of them was swept away by Lu Feng, and he knew that the man surnamed Wang was a cultivator at the peak of qi refining, and the other two women were all cultivators at the seventh level of qi refining, and Lu Feng naturally didn't care about this kind of cultivation now.

"Little girl Ning Xianxian, I've seen Engong", the woman surnamed Ning folded her hands on her waist and bowed slightly, her face was slightly red, and there was still a trace of fear in her eyes.

Lu Feng waved his hand, his eyes did not move, his expression swept towards the corner of the three people's robes, his face was flat, and he said loudly: "You and the other three are the people of the Blood Sect?"

"Senior, the three of us have just joined the Blood Sect, and they were all cultivating in the family", the man surnamed Wang was shocked when he heard this, he didn't know whether Lu Feng was an enemy or a friend, and the words were faintly separated from the Blood Sect.

As soon as Lu Feng heard it, he knew the meaning of the man's words, and he didn't break it, and said in a low voice: "Is there a disciple named Xiaoyan in your sect?"

The three of them looked at each other, and they all shook their heads, saying that they had never heard of it. Only the coquettish woman's eyes flashed with a different color, and in a blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

Lu Feng bowed his head slightly, and with a sweep of the afterglow, he took in the expressions of the three of them, sneered in his heart, waved his big hand, stopped speaking, and disappeared immediately.

"Whew", as soon as Lu Feng left, the three of them suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Wang, this person?" the woman surnamed Ning opened her mouth to ask. The man surnamed Wang immediately interrupted: "This place is not a place to talk, let's leave this place first." After that, the man surnamed Wang hurriedly put the Lingzhi and the python corpse into a storage bag, turned into a light and left.

The three of them worked non-stop, and finally flew out of the Demon Beast Mountain Range after an hour, and the man surnamed Wang looked back, his eyes full of fear.

"Senior Brother Wang, but is it because of that person?" said the charming woman in a deep voice, her heart feeling a little heavy.

Wang Gan's eyes still had palpitations in his eyes, and with a slap of his hand, a golden mink appeared in his hand, "This is a spirit mink given by a friend of my Royal Beast Sect, it is particularly sensitive to murderous aura, when that person appeared just now, this mink was very afraid in the spirit beast bag, so it can be seen that that person is by no means a good person, if it is against you and me, I am only afraid that my three lives will be guaranteed!"

Hearing this, the two daughters turned pale. Ning Qianqian opened her mouth to speak and stopped.

Wang Qian didn't know what Lu Feng's intention was, and he was afraid of his strong strength, so he was naturally very careful. The three of them didn't say anything more, and with a rush in their hands, they galloped towards Sihai City at a faster speed.

Besides, Lu Feng was kneeling cross-legged in the ground of the Demon Beast Mountain Range at this time, quietly spitting out.

Since leaving from Aotian Sect and coming to the Demon Beast Mountain Range that day, Lu Feng has launched countless killings, and in just over a month, countless demon beasts have died in his hands.

All this is to recover from his injuries, devouring the flesh and blood essence of the demon beast to speed up the recovery of his body, although Lu Feng showed the power of the ancient god behind him, but the injuries in his body were worse and more serious.

This time the blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, although Lu Feng was seriously injured, it was insignificant compared to being able to truly use the body of the ancient gods.

Lu Feng slowly raised his right palm, and while the "Ancient Demon Decision" was running, an illusory star point rotated in the palm of his hand, and a destructive force was deeply hidden in his palm.

"Is this the power of giants?" Lu Feng couldn't help muttering to himself, after turning into the ancient demon, a mixed memory suddenly appeared in Lu Feng's mind, this is the inheritance memory from the ancient demon, Lu Feng defeated the Zixiao Thunder Sword with the spell of the ancient demon clan in memory, and it only needs a little ancient demon power to cast.

The inheritance memory is huge, and Lu Feng learned that he was undoubtedly carrying the blood of the giant in his dream, and his mind was complicated for a while.

In the depths of the inheritance memory, Lu Feng seemed to see a country full of countless giants, powerful and prosperous, with stars hovering at the center of his eyebrows, and the next moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and the whole picture was shattered, but the fragments were gradually integrated with Lu Feng's soul between the flying pieces, "It turns out that this is the case." Lu Feng's eyes showed a hint of understanding.

Countless thousands of years ago, the ancient clan stood in the world, eternal and powerful, until the disaster came, the whole clan was on the verge of extinction, and finally could only begin to dodge, symbolizing the symbol of the ancient clan star point was naturally deeply hidden, over time, the remaining ancient clan eyebrows star point no longer appeared on the eyebrows, but hidden in the palm, when necessary, it will be revealed.

No one knows the purpose of the Gu Yi clan's move, you must know that the Gu Yi clan's spirit is higher than the sky, and they can fight in their lifetime, but they can fight the heavens and the earth, and the immortals and the heavens, and there are too few things in the world that can make them bend their waists, too few. Therefore, it is really incomprehensible that this clan gave up its glory to survive thousands of years ago.

Lu Feng's eyes showed sorrow, the death of the ancients was as heavy as the sea, and the sorrow of countless people with ancient surnames seemed to travel through time and space and descended on Lu Feng's soul.

After a long time, Lu Feng raised his head again, and his eyes had returned to calm.

In the inheritance memory, there is no reason for the demise of the ancient clan, it is like being erased by life, and it is like being influenced, unable to manifest itself, and layers of fog block Lu Feng's eyes.

Lu Feng's eyes showed a determined look, the murderer who exterminated his mother's Gu Yi clan must have a connection with the murderer behind the destruction of the Gu Yi clan countless years ago.

"Soul Clan"! Lu Feng slowly closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but think of Soul Nine in his heart, and his killing intent suddenly rose. This soul clan chased and killed the ancient clan of the mother clan, saying that it had nothing to do with the mastermind behind the scenes thousands of years ago, Lu Feng didn't believe it!

With a wave of Lu Feng's hand, a large number of medium-grade spirit stones were piled aside, a small purple-gold gourd hung in the air, and countless spiritual qi in the spirit stones were sucked into the gourd like a long whale absorbing water.

Lu Feng didn't look at it anymore, and the half-scroll of jade slips was close to his forehead, but he sank down to comprehend the "Spiritual Art Brief".

Two days later, a ray of light flew out of the Demon Beast Mountain Range and disappeared directly into the sky without the slightest pause.

Four Seas City, North City.

Beicheng is very prosperous, most of the people who come and go are cultivators, Beicheng is the place where most of the families in the city of the four seas live, after a long period of development, faintly become the world of cultivators.

On this day, a young man slowly walked into Beicheng, wearing a rough straw hat, and his aura was not obvious, and he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention to it.

"Here?" Lu Feng looked at a treasure pavilion not far away, the treasure pavilion had five floors, and the whole body was made of glazed gold and jade, which was extremely luxurious.

"Punch Pavilion", Lu Feng said softly.

"Guest officer, please come in", the little guy at the door had his eyes lit up, and hurriedly welcomed Lu Feng in.

Walking in and taking a look, Lu Feng couldn't help but smile dumbly, it turned out that this was a teahouse, but for some reason it was called "Wonderful Words Pavilion", this pavilion owner was really an interesting person, Lu Feng smiled slightly in his heart.

Ordering a pot of good spiritual tea, Lu Feng's eyes were slight, his consciousness was released, and a private room on the second floor was in full view, and there were four people sitting in it, one of whom was a charming woman whose eyes flashed with different colors two days ago.

The reason why Lu Feng rescued the three of them that day was because the three of them were wearing Blood Sect clothes, in order to ask Xiao Yan for news.

Aware of it, he quietly left a mark on the woman's body and tracked it down.