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Chapter XII The Icons of the Apostles Ten Thousand Years Ago

The forest was quiet. Soon, a hunchbacked old man walked out slowly. The old man had white hair, and he looked at least seventy or eighty years old. The old man had a black cloth covered with his eyes, and he moved slowly. He walked every step carefully, like a blind blind man.

The old man slowly walked to the wooden sign, slowly pulled the wooden sign out of the soil, and used his right hand to stroke the pattern on it, turned around and said in the direction of Xu Fumeng: "Silver-faced, black spade J, what other silver-faced or not silver-faced? There are so many tricks nowadays."

Xu Fumeng looked at this ordinary blind visitor, but he did not feel any underestimated. The great elder of the Shentuo, Rowling, specially ordered Xu Fumeng to have absolute respect for him before he came.

Xu Fumeng didn't mind showing respectful attitude towards the old and the strong. He bowed slightly and said, "I have listened to Victor's arrangements and came to see you, and at the same time, participated in the apostle training camp."

The old man turned around slowly, Xu Fumeng stepped forward to support him, but the old man broke free from his hand and said, "Although the old man can't see, he still doesn't need to help him walk. Boy, just follow him."

He is such a weird old man, Xu Fumeng thought.

Xu Fumeng followed the old man and could feel that there was no one around except the old man. According to the records in the Divine Slaughter, this was an absolute important place, but there was only such a blind old man to protect him. It is conceivable that the horror of this old man was.

After walking for a long time, he saw a small wooden house. The wooden house looked a little old. Xu Fumeng touched the wooden ladder and looked stunned. Longquan wood, a unique product that is only the Andre Mountains, the mountain range occupied by the giant dragon. The only characteristic of this tree is that it is hard enough and has a long life. The dragon always uses this tree to grind its teeth. In addition to endlessly spreading its descendants, these eroded creatures like to collect finance. Even the trees that are everywhere are regarded as private property by them. It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to get so many Longquan woods. This tree is extremely expensive in auction houses. The nobles always like this rare but useless thing to show their status.

Xu Fumeng saw this kind of chopstick made of trees at banquets of many nobles, and was shown off as treasures, just like many families that once had strong men liked to keep their ancestors' weapons and claimed to be stained with the blood of giant dragons.

Dragon slaying has always been called a feat, and there is also a story about slaying dragons and saving princesses in this world. However, for Xu Fumeng, who already has a princess at home, it is meaningless to save a princess.

If these dragon spring woods have already surprised Xu Fumeng, then the things inside the wooden door are even more shocking. Thousands of years ago, the madmen who created the divine slaughter were so powerful that these dragon spring woods had to rob the lairs of many dragons to be taken away, and the dragon eyes inside were to slaughtered so many dragons!

The divine lights that are illuminated inside are actually transformed with longans. In the middle, the royal family among the dragons and the eyes of the golden ancient dragon!
Chapter completed!
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