The war slave fell into madness again, and the deathly silence in his eyes was filled with terrifying murderous intent.
Ji Wufeng realized that it was the power of the dragon's blood that brought the war slave back to consciousness. He immediately cut his palm and sprayed it towards the war slave.
Sure enough, Zhan Slave's eyes regained a trace of clarity, but his eyes were extremely painful, and he said: "It's useless, I am already a dead man, and there is no way I can save myself."
Ji Wufeng saw the clarity in Zhan Slave's eyes dissipate little by little. He understood that the power of dragon blood was useful, but unfortunately Zhan Slave was already dead. Even if he was allowed to regain a trace of life, he would not be able to retain it and would disappear soon.
"senior……"
Ji Wufeng's voice trembled. He didn't know the identity of the war slave or his life, but since he appeared on this ancient battlefield, he must have fought bloody battles for the common people in the world.
He should be remembered and respected by future generations. He should not have ended up like this!
"Netherworld Fruit..."
Ji Wufeng took out the Netherworld Fruit. The Netherworld Fruit can recall the lost soul, and will surely reunite the soul of the war slave and lead to his resurrection.
"No!"
The war slave roared fiercely and said: "The Nether Fruit is too precious and it would be too wasteful to use it on me. Leave it to those who need it more and let me die..."
Ji Wufeng saw determination in Zhan Slave's eyes. He knew that if he persisted, Zhan Slave would die in front of him immediately.
"Senior, do you have any wishes to tell me..."
Ji Wufeng is extremely sad in his heart. The only thing he can do now is to arrange your funeral arrangements.
"No more. After seeing you, I have no more." Zhan Nu looked at Ji Wufeng with a hint of relief in his eyes.
Ji Wufeng understood that it was the power of dragon blood that could create the strongest human race. Zhan Slave saw the future and hope of the human race in him, and he died without regrets.
The clarity in the war slave's eyes slowly disappeared again, filled with violence, and the surrounding air was filled with the aura of destruction.
"Senior, please tell me your name!" Ji Wufeng yelled.
"My name is Chu... Tiannan..."
After saying his name, Chu Tiannan's body suddenly jumped into the sky, then exploded, turned into ashes, and disappeared with the wind.
Ji Wufeng saw a shadow in the void, which was Chu Tiannan's soul, but it soon began to slowly dissipate.
Chu Tiannan's Yuanshen nodded towards Ji Wufeng, and an internal energy technique appeared in Ji Wufeng's mind, Hun Tian Jin!
"Senior Chu..."
Ji Wufeng slowly knelt down, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.
There was a time when he would not kneel to the sky or the ground, but in the face of such respectable and admirable ancestors and heroes, the only thing he could do was to worship.
"How is this possible?"
The four young men of the demihuman race were stunned. They never thought that the war slave would briefly regain consciousness and destroy himself.
"Walk!"
They saw how powerful Ji Wufeng was. The war slaves had been destroyed. They were no match and had no choice but to escape.
Ji Wufeng waved his hand, and Wu Zhen appeared with a large number of humans, surrounding the four demi-human youths.
Ji Wufeng stretched out his palm and grabbed it in the air, and a ball of ashes appeared in his hand. It was what was left after Chu Tiannan destroyed himself, and it was the only thing left.
He packed up the ashes and handed them to Wu Zhen, solemnly saying: "Take it back, set up a memorial tablet, and let the clan members worship!"
Chu Tiannan has lost his soul and will never appear again, but Ji Wufeng wants all clan members to remember him.
Ji Wufeng walked towards the four demihuman youths, and one of them said arrogantly: "I don't care who you are, let us go immediately, otherwise the demihumans will not let you go."
"That's good, because I won't let go of the demihumans either!"
Ji Wufeng sneered and slapped him.
With a bang, the demihuman youth's head was blown open by Ji Wufeng's fan. The headless body slowly fell to the ground. The soul rushed out and was pinched in Ji Wufeng's hand, letting out a miserable howl.
As long as the Vanya human race still had a trace of conscience in their hearts, they would not have turned Chu Tiannan into a war slave.
Although the bloodline of the current demi-human race is gradually drifting away and completely separated from the human race, Chu Tiannan, as an ancient human race, is the real ancestor of the demi-human race.
This move of the demi-human race is enough to prove that this race has completely lost its conscience, is not worthy of possessing the blood of the human race, and should be destroyed.
"How dare you..."
The second demihuman youth wanted to scream, but Ji Wufeng gave him a backhand slap, his head exploded, and his soul was pinched in the palm of his hand.
The remaining two young men were immediately frightened and said in a trembling voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"I want to know if the remaining war slaves are also ancient humans?" Ji Wufeng asked.
"Yes."
Ji Wufeng's eyes were extremely cold and he asked sternly: "Why are you doing this? Why are you targeting the human race!"
A young demi-human race hurriedly said: "It is extremely difficult to subdue a war slave of this level because the soul is too strong and the willpower is firm. We can only succeed by using the only remaining human blood in our body to make them vigilant. For other races, we
Can't do it."
Ji Wufeng almost ran away because of this.
The consciousness of the soul of the powerful Emperor is extremely strong. It is too difficult to refine it. It is impossible to do it with Tu Xiong's ability.
However, they had human blood and were connected to the ancient human blood. This made Chu Tiannan subconsciously trust Tu Xiong, so they were taken advantage of and made into war slaves.
Ji Wufeng felt very sad. How heartbreaking was it to be secretly exploited by a creature connected by his own blood?
"How many ancient human races are there? Where are they?" Ji Wufeng asked.
Now he just wants to find all the ancient human races and let them be liberated.
"We don't know either. These are what we encountered in the center of the trial ground."
The strong men of the human race were the absolute main force in the ancient wars, and most of them must have fallen into the center of the most dangerous battlefield.
Ji Wufeng turned around and walked aside. The two demihuman youths let out a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped. However, they never thought that a big black man with a full beard walked over.
"Tell me, why are you looking for the goddess Caixuan?" Caixuan asked coldly.
A demi-human young man looked panicked and said, "We learned that Miss Caixuan was in danger, so we naturally went to rescue her."
"fart!"
Caixuan was furious and slapped him in the face. The demihuman youth's body exploded, and not even his soul could escape.
He stared at the last demihuman youth and asked sternly: "Come to me, if you don't tell the truth, I guarantee that your end will be a hundred times more painful than death. By the way, don't you know how to refine souls? I
I will, and I will use it on you when the time comes."
As he spoke, a faint black light bloomed on his palm, which was the method of soul refining.
The last demi-human youth was immediately horrified and said: "I said, I will say anything... We are looking for Caixuan to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Caixuan's face changed and her body immediately retreated.