There was even a faint wailing sound coming from it.
can be seen.
There are many figures who are still alive but have been nailed here and there. Some people are not dead and have huge scars on their bodies.
Spread from behind.
Still struggling!
But time is running out, his cultivation has been abolished, and his vitality is passing away.
"What a cruel technique!" The saint's remnant soul sighed.
This group of people were simply eliminated, and then their blood and bones were dug out.
Compared to the past.
The pain Chu Feng endured was even more terrifying.
The technique was very cruel, precisely because Chu Feng had suffered such pain in the past.
Therefore.
He understood very well what everyone was going through.
"Who are they who are killing the indigenous people wantonly? What do they have that deserves to be treated like this!"
Chu Feng looked moved.
The village is stained with blood. This village should not be powerful. The most powerful ones are the few Hunyuan realm warriors discovered before.
In the village.
Most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.
From children of a few years old to elderly people over a hundred years old, they were all brutally murdered.
Chu Feng is not a good person.
But in essence, it is not an extremely evil existence.
There is a bottom line in my heart.
Even if the creatures are not from the same world, unless they are from other races, they should not be treated like this if they are the same human race!
"Too cruel!"
"They are the descendants of the strongest in ancient times!"
"This great world, in a sense, was established for them to give them a pure land!"
"But at this moment, it has turned into a Shura field!"
The remaining soul of the saint sighed, feeling very sorry for what happened to this group of people.
Able to open up big boundaries.
Basically, they were all the most powerful people who were famous in the world before ancient times.
It is even possible that such a complete world came from one of the Ten Kings, or a strong man at the level of the Ten Emperors.
They once fought for all living beings.
And his descendants.
They may have similar bloodlines, but now they are being discovered like this!
"It's too late!"
Chu Feng glanced at the people who were alive.
But the whole village was silent.
On the surface, all the people have fallen and been wiped out. Only a small number of them are left, and they are destined to die.
It cannot last forever.
It's just a struggle, and time is running out.
When these people saw Chu Feng, their eyes were full of despair, as if they knew that he was different from the group of people who went ahead.
Someone made a sound.
Begging, it was a mother, pointing to a room.
The last light in the eyes.
Full of a kind of brilliance called longing.
It seems to be entrusting something!
"Is there anyone alive?" Chu Feng approached and asked.
The mother's voice was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound. She just pointed and tried her best to tell her some information, but in the end, she couldn't hold on anymore.
The arms hang down.
I can no longer lift it up.
With helplessness, he finally died.
Chu Feng fell into silence, and he understood what the other party meant.
This is Tuogu.
It is possible that they used some means to allow a small number of people to survive.
But the possibility of survival is not great.
after all.
If you move, you will massacre a whole village. Such people are so hard-hearted that they will not let anyone go!
"There is some ancient bloodline atmosphere left here!"
"Similar to the group of people in Shicun, this should indeed be a group of descendants of the Ten Emperors' bloodline!"
"Pity!"
The remnant soul of the saint spoke out.
Let out a sigh.
These descendants, separated by countless years, lived peacefully in the great world, and no one took action against them in the past.
But things are different now.
The great martial arts world is about to collapse, this is the last time to enter, and some people are desperate.
To pick the last fruit.
I am not willing to let go of any opportunity or benefit.
Even the descendants of the most powerful people in the past, such as Shi Cun and others, are like the aborigines here.
The end is tragic.
"If anyone is alive, they will kill them all!"
"These descendants carry the bloodline, but like Shicun, they are all thin and weak and invisible. Perhaps they have inherited similar veins. Now, they are being unearthed. That group of people want to reshape the original Ten Emperor-level talents.
Create genius!”
"However, they build it based on other people's pain!"
Chu Feng whispered to himself in a cold voice.
He guessed the reason. These people were descendants of the most powerful people in the past and had strange responsibilities.
It may have declined and lost its former glory.
but.
There are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of incomplete bloodlines, and there is always a chance to merge into something complete.
If such bone and blood were transplanted into the body of a genius.
What can be created?
A peerless evildoer, or a peerless genius with the appearance of the Ten Emperors?
But I have to say that this method is too cruel.
Chu Feng stepped forward.
Traveling through the village.
finally.
He sensed a movement and, together with the saint's remnant soul, captured a faint trace of life.
“Really in the room!”
Chu Feng's eyes moved, and the two of them sensed it at the same time. In an instant, they appeared in the room that the woman pointed at before.
Inside is a dry well.
It was slowly raised up. Under it, there was a black flag with the word "Martial" engraved on it. The vicissitudes of time had passed. I don't know how many years it had existed, but the power inside it had been exhausted.
The ancient lines are dim.
Among them was a seven or eight-year-old boy.
He had a firm face and held the flag firmly, precisely because of this big flag that concealed his aura.
He was given shelter!
"It does come from a strong man of the Ten Emperors level!"