It should be that one of the top clans among all the clans has come forward.
It inspired many ethnic groups.
A clan of gods-like creatures and others, led by a distant ancestor-level creature, tried to attack.
This is not a real catastrophe, and all the races outside the territory have not yet set off.
But even so, it's amazing enough.
Those who sit in front of Bianhuang Tianguan already need to burn their lives to compete.
And underneath, outside the ancient city, countless masters are also fighting and dying.
Murderous and bloody.
"Why!"
"It's a pity that it's no longer in its heyday, and I alone can't break through the sky!"
I don't know how long it has been.
When Chu Feng walked into the battlefield, he sighed from the void.
The blood of our distant ancestors was spilled and spread thousands of miles.
A huge thing tore through the void, carrying a deep ancient halo, and went straight away.
Move with it.
Countless extraterrestrial beings are also moving around, coming and going like the wind.
In fact.
The number of powerful people in the ancient city is limited, and there is no way to stop them from coming and going.
Boom!
A catastrophe in the ancient city seems to have been eliminated since then.
In front of the city, many people were covered in blood.
"Return!"
"They retreated!"
"We're holding on!" Countless people shouted.
At this moment, the void was torn apart again, and a figure staggered into the ancient city.
He was carrying the weapon, swaying from the void, and one of his arms was suddenly broken.
On the body, dots of divine brilliance are splashing.
"The vitality continues to pass away, and this old strong man has paid an astonishing price."
"He won't live long. He has burned his origin and foundation. He still has a month or two at most."
Zhulong sighed, and for just a moment, he saw the old man's condition.
"Is there any way to extend his life?"
"have."
"The origin of heaven and earth in your body may be enough, but it is not enough."
"Even if my life is extended, it will only last for two or three months at most."
"He is too old, too weak in vitality, burned too much, and his foundation is broken."
Zhulong responded.
Chu Feng fell into silence.
Not long after he walked out of the sealed area, he encountered such a scene.
The world has undergone a great change, and the frontier land has completely changed its appearance.
However.
Among them, there is still no master from Lujie who comes to help!
what are they doing?
Chu Feng's heart moved slightly.
At this moment, a young man came over.
"Chu Feng?"
The young man was wearing a battle armor, and there was a sharp look in his eyes. He was definitely a man who could fight in a hundred battles.
His whole body was full of blood, he should have killed himself before recovering.
"I can't believe it's really you!"
The young man came over, clasped his fists, and spoke sincerely.
"Who are you?" Chu Feng asked.
He doesn't know this person.
"Bianhuang clan, Mubei!" the young man responded calmly.
This person should be a descendant of Mu Chengfeng!
Their clan has always guarded the borderlands and never retreated. Strong men have been born in every era.
This young man is also not weak and has reached the level of a holy king.
The Xiaocheng Saint King is full of fighting spirit, and he comes from a real battle!
"Grandpa said that when he returned, he caught the aura of an outsider. I thought it would be the support of many great religions at the end of the road, but I didn't expect it was you!"
Mu Bei said a little disappointed.
"I can be considered as here to support you." Chu Feng heard this and thought for a moment.
Mu Bei shook his head and sighed, "It's useless."
"This ancient city in the wilderness will not be able to support itself if no one comes again."
"We can't handle it if only a distant ancestor-level creature leads the team."
"Grandpa, he..."
He sighed.
"The old man's life is running out. He only has a month or two left, right?" Seeing this, Chu Feng said solemnly, "I may have a way to extend the old man's life for another one or two months."
When Mu Bei heard this, his eyes flashed.
In the ancient city.
Mu Bei led the team and walked all the way into a quaint mansion.
The entire Bianhuang ancient city is extremely mottled.
It's not a bustling place, and all around are martial arts masters who are seriously injured, sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breathing.
"I'm sorry, there are so many battles, so I can only take a breather."
Mu Bei apologized.
The two of them walked forward and entered the palace.
There was nothing in the huge hall except three or four chairs.
An old man with gray hair hanging down and a weak breath, with little vitality draining from his body.
The armor on his body was almost embedded into his flesh.
The flesh, flesh, and bones all exude astonishing extraterrestrial power, like a heavenly knife, constantly stimulating and cutting.
The pain went straight into my soul.
But the old man remained silent.
One of his arms was torn off at the root. As the Holy King of Transformation Tribulation, it was lifeless and allowed to grow again.
"The situation is not optimistic."
"The invasion of forces from outside the territory continues to cause trauma. In one or two months, it is too much." Zhulong said.
Chu Feng's expression was stern.
"Grandpa, Chu Feng is here." Mu Bei faced the old man and clasped his fists respectfully.
"Um."
Mu Chengfeng nodded and looked at Chu Feng with his old eyes.
"I have heard of Chu Feng's name for a long time."
"I just didn't expect that we would see each other in such a scene."
"Everyone in the world says that you hold the great secret of becoming an emperor, and they wish they could kill you and take it away. However, the world has changed greatly, and you are the only one walking in the wilderness."
Mu Chengfeng sighed.
"senior."
"I am here to extend my life for my seniors."
When Chu Feng saw this, he said in a deep voice.
"No need." Mu Chengfeng waved his hand, "I don't have much life, so why waste it."
"It's enough to survive for so long, and it's still strong enough to fight."
"If they come again, I will still fight. From now on, I will fight and burn everything."
"Chu Feng, you came just in time. If I die, I will hold Yue back. I hope you can take Huangerlang away with me."
His voice was weak, but still firm and unwavering.
"Yue?"
Chu Feng's eyes moved slightly.
"That distant ancestor-level creature is named Yue. It is said that in ancient times, it revived and transformed into a weak scholar. However, now, the injury has not healed, and it is estimated that it will not be able to transform into a human body." Mu Bei explained.
Yue.
Extraterrestrial beings rarely have names, but they are extremely powerful beings.
Generally speaking, one word is enough to represent one's identity.
This is the true name of that distant ancestor-level creature.
Such as the nine taboos blood, green, blue, etc.
Contains endless power.
"Senior, can you trust this junior?" Chu Feng frowned and asked.
Hearing this, Mu Chengfeng shook his head and chuckled, "I have survived since the end of ancient times. I dare not tell others, but you are different."
"They won't accept you."
"You can't choose them either."
"Why?" Chu Feng stared and looked straight at the old man.
In ancient times, there are two people who have survived to this day, and Chu Feng is in contact with them now.
One is the first saint in ancient times.
But it's a pity that the memory revived and then disappeared.
The second one is the old man in front of me.
"Because of your heritage."
"What kind of person is the Demon Sword Master? His descendants cannot be people who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."
"It is impossible to retreat from the big issues of right and wrong."
"I believe in him."
"That's the person who saved an era abruptly..."
Mu Chengfeng sighed, and his words seemed to be filled with memories.
Demon Sword Master!
The most resounding name in ancient times!
Later generations may not be able to relate to its meaning, but since he has survived since the end of ancient times, he has the absolute right to speak.
At this time.
"Ren Wushuang is here!" Suddenly, outside the hall, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-stained armor strode over and reported in a serious tone!
"Ren Wushuang?"
"What qualifications does he have to return to our ancient border city?" Mu Bei's expression suddenly turned cold when he heard this.
Chu Feng raised his eyes and looked over, a little surprised.
"This is a traitor!"
"He is a rare genius in my ancient city. He is only in his twenties and has reached the level of Dacheng Saint King. However, when there was an attack from outside the territory, he immediately chose to seek refuge with the other party. This lackey actually dared to come back.