Return to the Valley of the King.

This is a very remote corner in a deserted land.

Located in a mountain village.

There is a village here with a population of about ten households.

It's very ordinary. According to rumors, in ancient times, there was a king who fell here.

As his final destination, he ran out of life during the war and chose this place as his final resting place.

Hence the name.

This day.

In this mountain village, a young man came.

He looks like he is in his twenties, very young, but he is critically ill and about to die.

My body is weak, but I spend time peacefully in the mountain village, as if reading some ancient books every day.

The village is in a state of decline, most people have left, and the location of the young man is very remote and no one pays attention to it.

"Moral scripture!"

"Eighteen volumes of ancient books!"

"God's will!"

Chu Feng behaved as before every day. He often vomited blood and his face became increasingly pale.

My own realm was finally exhausted after visiting the last Taoist lineage and having the ultimate battle.

Cut yourself clean.

There is no longer any cultivation, the body, the soul, have all dispersed.

All that's left are the ancient books and scriptures in this room.

Old Sage, Chu Tianzheng, Taoist Sage and many others, as well as many friends, spent a lot of money to acquire almost all the ancient scriptures and martial arts under the royal sacred law in the entire desolate land.

They all searched for it.

"Many laws are hidden in the most basic."

"All kinds of divine secrets and supreme divine arts, even in some weak ones, can all be traced."

“I just don’t know if I’ll have enough time!”

His life is very dull.

Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets.

I read it every day, but my body is getting thinner and thinner.

It was very quiet here, with few people even coming. The old saint and others quietly arranged him here without anyone disturbing him.

He has made plans to sleep here and return to his home just like the king in the past.

"Chu Feng disappeared!"

In the desolate land, someone spoke up and sighed with regret.

"I'm afraid it's gone!"

"In the last battle, with a nearly mortal body, he fought back against a martial arts myth. It's amazing. He has never been defeated. Even now, he is still like this!"

Many people spoke out.

Chu Feng will eventually die, leaving only endless loneliness.

same.

There are also ancient sects and Taoist traditions that are acting quietly.

"I found his location. Although it is hidden, it is not difficult to find."

"He is not dead yet."

"Still alive, the inheritance will be lost. Once he dies, these inheritances will choose their master again!"

In a mountain village, in this valley.

Quietly, someone was gathering.

From some ancient sects, they masked their aura, hid their whereabouts, and waited outside.

Lao Sheng and others were helpless and could not stop them.

There are too many.

Even though this place is hidden enough, there is no way to stop anyone who wants to explore or visit.

There are many saints among them, and there are even some who are strong men of the younger generation.

"The Black Altar is out."

"Several killing saints set out from the altar, and the first son of darkness also came out of seclusion, and the situation met!"

"Who would have thought that this would be done for a mortal?"

"The same is true for the Altar of Light. The Fuyao Sect and the Ling Family are also recovering. The Holy Son and the most powerful successors have all come out of isolation one after another."

"This is simply the most bizarre thing in hundreds of years!"

"Countless powerful people, the young geniuses, cover themselves, hide their origins, and appear outside a mountain village, waiting to avoid the obstruction of a group of old saints and pay attention to a mortal!"

"And no one takes action!"

"Waiting for him to die!"

This is ridiculous.

But Chu Feng is too special. The old sage and others cannot stop the powerful people from watching, but they will never allow it.

Chu Feng was obliterated.

They wanted Chu Feng to enjoy his old age and go through the last stage of his life.

so.

In the Guiwang Valley, although there are a large number of strong people gathered.

But no one dared to take action.

Everyone is waiting and watching.

This scene is very strange. Countless people are eagerly waiting to watch every change and action of Chu Feng.

"He is deducing an ancient Tai Chi method."

"It has a certain appearance, but it is true that it has no cultivation. It is just a mortal who imitated its form!"

"today."

"He vomited blood."

"Time is running out, I just hope he dies quickly. Once he dies, the fight for inheritance will be the most exciting part!"

Many people spoke out.

Every day, they are full of expectations.

Chu Feng is still the same as before, using his mortal body to deduce ancient methods and scriptures. Although he has no cultivation, he can still show the form.

Regarding these scriptures and ancient methods, he seems to be getting a glimpse of their origin.

"It is indeed impossible to practice."

"With his life exhausted, he will not be able to make a leap against the sky for a few days at most!"

This day.

At night.

Nearly hundreds of strong men gathered around the entire mountain village.

Someone sneaked in quietly, came to watch while Chu Feng was sleeping, and revealed the origin of the saint, sinking into Chu Feng's body.

Exploring.

But found nothing.

"Not only his inheritance, but also the treasures he took away are also great opportunities!"

"A psychic pill, a list of wonders of heaven and earth, and many more..."

During these days.

Chu Tianzheng and others couldn't bear to see Chu Feng's end, but most of the treasures had returned.

Stayed by Chu Feng's side.

Buzz!
To be continued...