Chapter 1077 This is Yanhuang, the gods and demons stop
"Senior, please speak."
Feng Lin laughed.
"From what you said, you shouldn't be one of Li Hentian's people. Why would he let you deliver the letter?"
Wen Wuquan asked doubtfully.
"He asked me, a friend, to deliver the letter, but he didn't know that this friend has a better relationship with me."
Feng Lin said with a smile.
"Understood."
Wen Wuquan nodded, took out the black box from his body, and took out the white paper inside.
"You want to know what's up there?"
Wen Wuquan shook the white paper and said, "The reason why he didn't call me to tell me was because it was a picture and it would be too troublesome to describe it in words."
"A picture?" Feng Lin frowned.
Wen Wuquan nodded, "It's about Apocalypse. I won't tell you what it is specifically."
"Apocalypse? Is he planning to reach out to Apocalypse?"
Feng Lin asked in disbelief.
"Don't ask me what he wants to do, I won't tell."
Wen Wuquan paused, "But I can tell you a little bit about Tianqi."
"Senior, please speak."
Feng Lin immediately handed over his hand.
"Popular understanding, four words, the gods are coming."
Wen Wuquan lay on the chair, smiling and narrowing his eyes.
"Senior, I don't understand."
Feng Lin's face was full of doubts.
Not only him, but also Ailian beside him.
"Have you ever heard of the Yin Yang Crusade?" Wen Wuquan asked.
"certainly."
Feng Lin nodded.
"Have you seen their faces?" Wen Wuquan continued to ask.
"I've seen them. Their faces are the same as ours. To be precise, they all have our Eastern faces."
Feng Lin recalled the people he had met.
Luo Shenyan, Sikong Jin, and an unknown strong man.
"There are also these people in the Western world. They all came from different places."
Wenwuquan paused and explained, "To popular understanding, Apocalypse is under the control of this kind of person."
"What?"
Feng Lin's eyes widened.
However, despite being shocked, he also felt that this incident was normal.
Strength is capital.
With the combat power of the Yin Yang Crusaders, we can indeed conquer them.
"The same goes for the Holy See."
Wen Wuquan continued, "To sum up, the more people in any place believe in God, the greater the chance they will be controlled by this group of people."
"So this is the coming of the gods?"
Feng Lin started laughing. People like Luo Shenyan claimed to be descendants of gods.
In a sense, she is considered the descendant of God.
"This barren little place is looked down upon by people with different views. Speaking of which, the only pure land they covet is China."
Wen Wuquan whispered softly.
"Why? Are you Chinese special?" Ailian asked from the side.
"Ha! Because the descendants of Yan and Huang value inheritance very much. They have guardians who pass it down from generation to generation."
Wen Wuquan opened his eyes and looked directly at the sun in the sky, "As far as I know, the guardians of Yanhuang have only changed for three or four generations so far."
"Third and fourth generations? Senior, on average, don't they live for thousands of years?"
Feng Lin asked incredulously.
"Yes, the guardians are very mysterious. They work one-on-one. They guard a mysterious Jedi land from generation to generation."
Wen Wuquan smiled bitterly, "They never care about the fights in the world, but when the so-called gods spy on this land, he will take action."
"Senior, why do you know so well?" Feng Lin asked strangely.
"Because...I have heard his voice."
When Wen Wuquan said this, a trace of despair and helplessness flashed in his eyes, "Hundreds of years ago, the alien rush launched an attack, and a man's voice reached my ears."
Hundreds of years ago?
Feng Lin and Ai Lian looked at each other. The person in front of them was indeed an old immortal.
"His voice, accompanied by the power it radiated, was clearly transmitted, which made me feel desperate at the time."
Wen Wuquan covered his eyes with one hand, "I admit, I'm scared. I'm afraid. I can't even think about subverting Yanhuang and reviving Jiuli. I am so ashamed of my ancestors!"
At this point, the old man Wen Wuquan actually shed tears.
"Senior, what did that voice... say?"
Feng Lin couldn't believe that just one voice could frighten the Jiuli master of the fighting race like this.
"He only said eight words."
Wen Wuquan murmured in a low voice, "This is Yanhuang, where gods and demons stop."
Feng Lin was shocked and felt his blood boiling.
Grandma’s!
So domineering!
These are the descendants of Yan and Huang!
What kind of gods and demons are so high above the world that they don’t seek blessings for Yan and Huang?
Then get down!
Feng Lin looked at Wen Wuquan who was crying and sighed secretly.
If he hadn't been so frightened back then, he would have been the ancestor of the Jiuli clan.
The Jiuli people will not be like this either. They are divided in various ways and their talents are withered.
There is an ancestor who holds the place, and it really works.
"Senior, are you still thinking about revenge now?" Feng Lin asked, "Have you never thought about coexistence? The people of Li people represent the people of Chi You."
"Chi Ling and Chi Jinghong, since they are on your side, doesn't it prove that they intend to coexist?" Wen Wuquan asked.
"That's right! After so many years, they are also tired, and the people of the Jiuli tribe must be the same."
Feng Lin nodded.
"Li Hentian is a very thoughtful kid. I decided to stand behind him to make up for my cowardice back then."
Wen Wuquan smiled freely, "Although I know that we will end in failure in the end."
"Senior, why bother?"
Feng Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Needless to say, I am relieved to know that the new generation like Wen Mo can live happily."
Wen Wuquan waved his hand gently.
"Senior, what do you think of the piano solo?"
Feng Lin suddenly asked.
"I'm not familiar with it. I need to take a look at his next actions."
Wen Wuquan shook his head.
"Thanks for the advice. I'm Feng Lin, Li Hentian's enemy."
Feng Lin smiled and cupped his hands.
"You are a good boy. You saved Wen Mo's life. If you are in despair in the future, I will help you again."
Wen Wuquan waved his hand, "Let's go, I want to play mahjong later."
"Farewell."
Feng Lin pulled Ailian and turned around to leave.
Wen Wuquan threw the white paper on the ground, and black slowly flowed from his body.
Black is like liquid, spreading onto the white paper.
Then, he lightly snapped his fingers, and the black liquid turned into black smoke and disappeared.
But on the white paper, black remains.
These black colors intersect with each other to form very complex patterns.
…
Feng Lin drove Wuling Hongguang and took Ailian away.
Halfway through, Feng Lin turned into a small road again.
Now that I'm in the Central Plains, let's go and have a look at Feng Juedi.
I don’t know if he’s back or not.
After driving to Fengjia Village, Feng Lin didn't go anywhere and went directly to Feng Juedi's house.
I found that there are two breaths here.
"Definitely back."
After Feng Lin got out of the car, he glanced at Ailian and said, "This is my grandfather's house. Please be polite."
Elaine nodded.
"Master!"
Feng Lin pushed the door open.
"Boy, how did you know I was back today?"
Feng Chen walked out of the living room with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile.
PS: Begin to pave the way for a different side to flow.
