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Published at 18th of October 2021 10:35:15 AM


Chapter 948: 948

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When the tripod lid is opened, the interior becomes a small world.

The blood mist is churning with strong life energy, overflowing rapidly, with a faint smell of blood and bursts of cold silence.

Chu Feng was frozen on the spot, and the vigorous energy sensed was absorbed by the demon ancestor's tripod from nirvana, not blood mist.

In an instant, Chu Feng was cold from head to foot. He could not feel the familiar breath of his old friends. Without their marks, he could not see their soul light.

His ears were buzzing, his eyes were black, Venus appeared, and his mouth was bleeding silently. He stumbled directly and almost fell to the ground.

Chu Feng felt extremely uncomfortable when he was struck by lightning. He couldn't breathe and wanted to suffocate. He couldn't hear anything, and his eyes were dark. He couldn't hold the tripod and his body was shaking.

Once with a few hopes, now it has become despair.

He was always worried and strongly disturbed, but when the tripod lid was opened, the extremely cruel truth was exposed, he was still unbearable.

He couldn't hear anything. He was deaf, and his eyes were blurred. He couldn't see anything. There was only pain in his heart. He felt closed in an isolated dark space.

Chu Feng's Adam's apple was moving, but he could only make a hoarse voice.

He couldn't cry if he wanted to cry. There were no tears, only pain. His soul was suffocating. The soul light was dim and plunged into endless darkness.

He couldn't get rid of it. He felt that there was only boundless suffering. He walked alone in the sea of despair. There was no end to the black space and the faint sea of suffering. He felt that the whole person was going to die.

"Live, I just want you to live!"

His voice was hoarse, his body trembled, he felt helpless and desperate, which was completely different from him in the past.

He had never been so weak. He was like a child. No one would think that this was Chu devil. His feet couldn't support his body, and the whole person would fall down.

And his flesh could not bear his soul light, which flickered violently, and his mouth, nose and ears were bleeding. Then there were two lines of blood in his godless eyes.

Chu Feng wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. Like a wounded beast trapped in a desperate place, he couldn't feel everything outside. He was really closed in the dark.

He unconsciously held the tripod. His soul seemed to have lost and couldn't find his way back. There was a sound in his mouth, not crying or laughing, but an uncomfortable hoarse cry.

I don't know how long it took Chu Feng to breathe and break free from the darkness. He was panting, covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were wet.

There was only blood mist and no living body in the tripod. Neither his parents nor cattle survived and died.

The demon ancestor's tripod was silent and had no words.

How did this happen? Even if there had been the worst guess, but it really happened, he was still worried and wanted to faint.

"Dad, mom, scalper..."

Chu Feng called their names. Tears finally flowed down and restored the corresponding physical function. He wanted to cry, he wanted to howl, and everyone was dead.

"Where is the soul light? Where is their true spirit?" He searched desperately in the tripod and the blood fog, but he didn't see anything.

Chu Feng was like a beast who was injured and lost everything. He was trapped on his own island, howling and deafening. He was very sad and could not restrain himself.

He knelt here on one knee. He really hoped that he would just be an ordinary person and spend his life safely and peacefully with everyone.

Now, there is nothing left but himself, his parents' faces, warm words, concerned eyes, and the voices and smiles of others, all emerge as if yesterday.

After a long time, Chu Feng stumbled and left the Dragon Nest, and then a fierce son jumped into the East China Sea. He didn't move in the cold water, walked with the wave, and unconsciously went away.

During this period, when sea animals swam, they opened their mouths and scared away, bringing large waves.

Chu Feng didn't move. He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep. He didn't want to wake up. He isolated himself from the world in his heart again. All he thought was those people.

Boom!

A long time later, a Lingshan earthquake occurred at the bottom of the sea, which is the embodiment of violent recovery. Like the eruption of an active volcano, there was a large area of Reiki energy tide, which impacted the Chu wind floating here.

He opened his eyes, bleak, but finally stood up, lost his soul, walked alone, incomparably lonely and desolate, and went to the dragon's nest.

He was hurt and sad in his heart, but he couldn't cry. He was just silent and went to the place where he was hurt and heartache again. He wouldn't escape, but he was really uncomfortable and his heart was very painful.

In the nirvana of the Dragon Nest, the tripod of the demon ancestor stands. It is still here. It can only sigh for this result.

Chu Feng knew at the earliest time that the chance of success was slim. Taiwu once said that only in the best period of time can Tianzun have the way to save those people, and there is no Tianzun in the underworld!

However, he still held some hope, not for resurrection, but for the reappearance of several people, even the remnant soul.

Now, there's nothing.

"When we were in the abyss, although their soul light was dissipating, there was still some left. Is there none now?"

"It decomposes and becomes energy material. It is no longer soul light when it is free in the tripod." Tell me about the demon ancestor tripod.

Chu Feng was decadent and speechless.

He observed carefully and sensed this energy material. His heart immediately cooled down. It was similar to Qin Luoyin's death. There was no real spirit.

Qin Luoyin's soul light would have broken down, but it was eroded by the golden material and bonded together. It did not disperse, but the true spirit had dispersed.

"You are all gone..." Chu Feng wept silently. In these days, his life has experienced ups and downs, and experienced the most difficult and difficult darkness.

"Leave these things, do not bury them, I will raise them." Chu Feng whispered, with loss and sadness, lost the edge of the past.

The soul light dissipated and became energy materials. These did not disappear between heaven and earth after all. They were suppressed in the tripod by the demon ancestor tripod. Chu Feng waited for the dawn with the last ray of hope.

Finally, the demon ancestor's tripod shrinks. After discussing with Chu Feng, he wants to sleep in the stone box. He thinks it is the most precious weapon in the sun, and it is the weapon in the underworld. He wants to feel it and see if he can recover it.

Chu Feng nodded, took everything and left here.

Next, he didn't have any words and couldn't even shed tears. He went on the road alone. Standing in the East China Sea, he couldn't see the Dragon Girl or the figure on the immortal mountain. He turned and left.

However, his back is a little lonely. He is dull and has no words.

Chu Feng returned to the land, quiet and bleak. This was his own lonely journey. No one could accompany him. The group of joking partners would never appear again.

He returned to the small town at the foot of Taihang Mountain and his home in the two-story building. At the beginning, scalpers also lived here for a long time. Now it is very cold.

The night was dark and Chu Feng didn't turn on the light.

He came to the roof and looked at the dim stars. He was stunned and full of sadness.

He grew up here and then moved out of the town with his parents.

Chu Feng was lying on the roof without a voice. He thought that when he was a child, his parents took care of him here. They were afraid of his cold and hot. They took care of him and watched him grow up.

Those warm pictures and those two amiable faces seemed to appear in front of him again. He reached out to touch them and approached them like a child, but there was nothing.

Hands are empty, only the cold night.

Chu Feng's tears fell from the corners of his eyes, silent, and he just lay here.

At dawn, he went back to his room, went back to his parents' bedroom, sat here, and then didn't say anything.

He stayed here for three days and kept remembering, bit by bit, all the experiences he had since he was young were replayed in his heart, just like walking with his parents again and living together for more than 20 years.

Then he left silently. No one knew that he had returned to his home in this small town.

Chu Feng went to the foot of Taihang Mountain. In this mountain, he and Zhou Quan met a yellow ox for the first time. At that time, it was very mysterious and could toss people. He called it the ox demon king.

It was the cattle that brought Chu Feng to the path of cultivation. In the early stage of the change of heaven and earth and the recovery of mountains and rivers, he began to follow the evolution.

His life destiny began to change from here.

However, as for the yellow cattle, it is gone, and the whole body has died. It has become a blood mist, and even the soul light has been broken down.

He really wants to see them again. When they are together, they always laugh. Now he can't even say a word. There is only twilight.

Chu Feng left, walked through the mountains and forests, and went all the way west. He came to Kunlun, sat on a mountain, and watched the sunrise quietly alone.

At the beginning, even the old Lama and Master Wu Qifeng could not avoid drinking in large bowls, eating large pieces of meat and drinking with a group of brothers. They were dragged into the water and raised their glasses.

But now, the mountain wind blew, leaving a full loneliness. Chu Feng took out the wine jar, poured cups of wine, drank one cup by himself, and then sprinkled them on the ground to commemorate them.

"Brothers who share life and death, where are you? Who can kill xiangyangjian side by side with me?"

His words were blown away in the wind, leaving only a sob.

Chu Feng looked at the red rising sun, but he didn't feel warm. He was cold and lonely here.

Sitting on the mountain, his thoughts returned to the past. During the East-West war, it was at the foot of the mountain that the mastiff King roared, fought against the Arctic king, and the Peng King spread his wings and pursued the Black Dragon King.

The big black bull contacted all parties and invited various experts from the East. After the great showdown, they pursued all the way and killed the West.

It was also at that time that I met the Siberian tiger without integrity. Soon after, the tiger king helped Chu Feng fight Schiller in Longhu Mountain and became a friend in common trouble. Later, the relationship became closer and closer, and the tiger king also became a member of Kunlun mountain.

And the old donkey with big teeth and long ears, and Ouyang Feng, who always squints at people and spits constantly, all joined Kunlun later. Thinking of them makes people smile. Now, however, the mountains are silent. Everyone is gone. Not long ago, it was very brilliant here. On the eve of the real cross-border arrival of Yangjian people, all ethnic groups in the starry sky sent messengers to pay tribute here. Seeing it flourish here, it eventually changed overnight. Before the disaster came, Qin Luoyin also took a little Taoist priest to the earth to remind Chu Feng that the divination master noticed that it was wrong and predicted the sky crack. Sure enough, everything should be said. Chu Feng was distracted, sad and regretful. The little Taoist was still there, but Qin Luoyin died soon after she came here to deliver the letter and remind him to be careful. At this time, he really had a cavity of grief and anger. He sat here and clenched his fist. He was dejected. Parents, wives and friends left one by one. In this vast world, although there are still many people and many evolutionists, he feels very lonely. Chu Feng left Kunlun with glittering eyes. After a long time, he stood by the big river. At the beginning, he took Qin Luoyin and little Taoist down the Yangtze River to enjoy the scenery and see all the famous mountains and rivers. Chu Feng felt very tired when he came here, mainly because he was tired and hurt. He lay on a bamboo raft and went down along the river. He didn't care. He drifted where it was. He looked up at the sky. His parents, relatives and friends, Qin Luoyin and others reappeared in front of him. He didn't want to move. Lying on the bamboo raft and going away along the river, it was his lonely journey. At the end, Chu Feng silently shed tears in his eyes. He just looked at the sky and didn't want to do anything. His heart was hurt and he missed those people, but he couldn't cry out loud. He felt that he had no time to cry in the future. This was his last farewell. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.




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