Yun Shitian saw a serious look on Feng Wuxin's face, and couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.
"King." He walked quickly to Yun Shitian and others. Feng Wuxin looked at the few people present and did not hide his intention.
"At the bottom of the cliff, Emperor Brahma's body was not found."
"Huh?" Yun Shitian frowned for a moment, what does this mean?
"I sent people to search the bottom of the cliff where he was shot, inside and out, but they didn't see his body. Today, I went up to look for it myself, but couldn't find it either." Feng Wuxin looked grave.
The spring breeze blew by, and there was a moment of silence here.
"I confirm that he is dead." In this silence, Luo Yu broke the silence and said in a deep voice with a frown.
She was sure that Emperor Brahma was definitely dead.
The kind of death that cuts off the muscles and veins and directly destroys the inner palace will never be reborn, let alone fake death.
She also distinguished this point.
Yun Shitian nodded expressionlessly upon hearing this. Even if Emperor Brahma hadn't died, his kick would have killed him, but how could it be...
There can't be a fake death that neither he nor Luo Yu can see, right?
At the same moment, Yun Shitian and Luo Yu both looked at Hai Mofeng.
Hai Mofeng raised his eyes, glanced at the two of them, and said slowly: "People are completely dead."
There is no fake death in this world that even he can hide.
"What about the corpse? I can guarantee that no one has been to the bottom of the cliff or been close to that side during this period of time." Feng Wuxin frowned.
He sent people to find Di Brahma's body that day, and there was no way he would let others take it away.
Could it be that he could still fly away after he died?
This is too bizarre.
Yun Shitian and Luo Yu looked at each other. They had not felt any powerful aura approaching in the past few days.
Hai Mofeng, on the other hand, slowly reached out and touched his chin, his eyes showing deep contemplation.
After a while, he suddenly said: "When are you going to the Misty Land?"
Luo Yu and Yun Shitian were contemplating this weird thing, when they suddenly heard Hai Mofeng ask this question. They both turned their heads and looked at Hai Mofeng: "What?"
They had discussed it early in the morning, and once Yun Qiong's injuries were better, they would set off to uncover that ethereal treasure.
First, the promise made to the last member of the Piaomiao clan must count.