If those young Tianjiao are called elites, then the mysterious portal at this moment can be called a gathering of heroes.

Of course, these elites are also divided into two groups: one group is from the Great Wilderness World, and the other group is from the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds.

The young Tianjiao from the heavens and all the worlds were all radiant, and their whole bodies exuded a different kind of atmosphere. And their eyes are also arrogant, looking at those indigenous Tianjiao from the great wilderness, their eyes show disdain and disdain, just like the rich second generation looking at beggars.

And the Tianjiao from the Great Wilderness World are very tacitly hugged, whether it is the human race or other races, there is no barrier between them at this moment, and they have become an unbreakable whole, which is in stark contrast to those Tianjiao who have kept a certain distance from each other from the ten thousand worlds.

"Alas, the power of my great wilderness...... It's too weak, even the top genius boy still has a big gap with the Tianjiao in the outside world. ”

In a small valley, in front of a low thatched hut, a gray-haired blind old man stood there in a daze, his heart facing the north, his face distracted, but with a deep look of loneliness.

"You're wrong!"

A crisp young voice came from behind the old man. Immediately after, the wind struck, and a young man dressed in white rode a snow-white giant wolf, galloping majestically, and a few ups and downs fell behind the old man.

This young man is naturally Ye Feng. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, his black hair was scattered and dancing in the wind, and there was an inexplicable aura on his body, which made him look like a powerful demon god.

"You're wrong!"

As if worried that his previous words were not perceived by the old man, Ye Feng's voice was loud, and he said in a deep voice: "Maybe it was like this before." But when I set foot in the great wilderness world, it was time to change all the rules and so-called "truths". ”

Seeing that the old man was still standing there quietly, he did not respond to his words. Ye Feng took a deep breath, then looked at the north in the direction of the old man's heart, and said leisurely: "In this life, the top Tianjiao in the Great Wilderness is me, and I will prove to the heavens and all worlds that the so-called Tianjiao in their mouths is so vulnerable!"

"You're here......"

This was the first thing the old man said since Ye Feng appeared. He didn't turn around, the expression on his face didn't change, the only thing that changed was his voice.

This voice was so vicissitudes and exhaustion, from this voice, Ye Feng understood: this old man's life had come to an end. The reason why he can still stand here is completely because of a breath and a belief that is holding him alive.

"Yes, I'm coming!"

Ye Feng put away the darkness in his eyes and the vicissitudes of life on his body, and when he observed this prophet of the Flood Wilderness who had dedicated his life to the Great Wilderness up close, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes were suddenly sour, so he didn't shed tears.

That feeling...... It's like there's something precious in life...... It's been lost forever. He looked at the old man quietly, and suddenly saw a candle burning to the end, about to usher in the last dawn of life.

"Flood ...... The Prophet ......"

Ye Feng jumped down from the snow wolf's back and bowed respectfully to the old man to show his respect. And the snow wolf Xiaobai also restrained his evil aura and rage, and after kneeling respectfully, he slowly left here, leaving the space to Ye Feng and the old man.

"I'm dying......"

This is the second sentence spoken by the prophet of the flood. And after saying this, he slowly opened his eyelids, revealing the two black hole sockets inside.

Without eyeballs, it is like two black holes, indescribably weird and terrifying, and after looking at it for a long time, it will even produce an illusion: these black holes seem to be slowly rotating, trying to devour everything you see.

"It's ......"

Ye Feng's expression changed, and his heart was even more turbulent: because from these empty eyes, he felt the breath of heavenly punishment. This old man's eyes were actually taken away by God, which has to be said to be a very terrifying thing.

"Wrath of the Heavens, Eye of Heavenly Punishment, you have exhausted the thousand-year-old accumulation of the Prophet of the Flood and Desolation, and performed the final divination at the cost of your own life...... You, you, you......"

Ye Feng finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you doing this?" I want to know, what are you doing at the cost of your own life?"

"A prophecy!" said the Flood Prophet.

"Prophecy?" Ye Feng's brows furrowed instantly, "What kind of prophecy is it?, you can't say it's a prophecy related to me, right?"

"Something to do with a teenager. ”

The Prophet of the Flood Desolation took a deep breath and said in a desolate voice: "Life and chaos, three generations and the end, the leaves of the red maple, the source of the void, the lost wilderness, break and stand, rush out of the wilderness, and laugh at the heavens!"

After speaking, the Prophet of the Flood Desolation took out an old ancient book from his arms, and then gently brushed the surface of the book with his old hands full of vicissitudes, and then slowly handed it to Ye Feng.

"What kind of book is this?"

Ye Feng took it gently, held it in his hands with both hands, looked at the book cover with a pilgrimage gaze, and suddenly had an illusion in his heart, he felt that this was not a book, but a fate.

"Wordless Heavenly Book!"

As for Ye Feng's doubts, the Prophet of the Flood Desolation spit out a few words lightly, then slowly bent down, sat down on the ground, and then slowly closed the pair of dark eyes that were easy to open.

"No word...... Book of Heaven ......"

Ye Feng's gaze instantly became solemn. Could it be that this book can predict some terrible heavenly failures?

"In the future, when you encounter some insurmountable difficulties, open the book and ...... You will understand what to do. ”

After speaking, the head of the Flood Prophet slowly lowered, and it was very low, very low. From behind, it looks like a headless corpse sitting on the ground, indescribably weird, indescribably terrifying.

"Prophet...... What's wrong with you?"

As soon as Ye Feng kept in mind the advice of the Prophet of the Flood Desolation, he was alert to the situation of this old man, and hurriedly bent down to come to the old man, only to find out...... A wisp of dark red blood ran down the old man's mouth, staining his beard and his shirt red.

And it was at this time that Ye Feng's whole body was smart, and a wordless sadness instantly rushed to his heart, making him suddenly have an urge to cry.

He knew that the prophet of the flood was ...... Fallen...... (To be continued.) )

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