He lifted up Zhao Anfu's collar and said with a fierce expression:
"Speak clearly to me!"
"Why is it fake!"
Feng Wuji now places all his hopes for the origin of wood on the exotic treasure.
He couldn't accept that the exotic treasure was fake!
Zhao Anfu smiled sadly and said:
"Dead, many of us died."
"How can this be a rare treasure? It's clearly a disaster star."
Feng Wuji's aura was violent and extremely difficult to control, and his whole body fell into an unstable state.
"Little guy, calm down!"
Zu Huo knew the fluctuations in his mood and spoke to comfort him.
"Even if the exotic treasure is fake, it doesn't matter."
"Didn't Xiao Kunwu say that he felt huge fluctuations in Mu Yuan power here?"
"Her senses are absolutely correct!"
Feng Wuji was shocked all over.
right!
His target was never an exotic treasure.
As long as the origin of the wood is here!
Feng Wuji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"You're right, old guy!"
"As long as the source of wood is there, it's enough!"
"Thank you for reminding me, I lost my temper!"
Zu Huo looked at Feng Wuji, who was acting uncharacteristically, and sighed inwardly.
He knows why the little guy is so upset.
Sikong Feiyu's death made him extremely guilty and self-blame.
From the moment he set foot on Lanyue Continent, he was very impatient deep down.
Extremely eager to find the origin of wood!
Extremely eager to break through to the true cave heaven realm!
I am extremely eager to kill my enemy with my own hands and avenge Fei Yu!
When it comes to practicing cultivation, haste often makes waste.
"Little guy, although I understand your mood."
"But if you continue like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to deal with your inner demons in the future!"
Zu Huo said earnestly.
After cultivators reach a higher level, they will suffer the backlash of their own inner demons.
Throughout the ages, countless heroes with astonishing talents have hated this step.
Zu Huo naturally didn't want Feng Wuji to become like this.
Feng Wuji looked solemn, thought for a moment, and then said:
"Um."
"I know it well!"
He put down Zhao Anfu's collar, calmed down his mood, and asked softly:
"I ask you, what happened to you!"
Zhao Anfu smiled miserably and shook his head:
"We...we were already dead before we even saw the exotic treasure."
Feng Wuji frowned and said:
"Then how do you say the exotic treasure is fake?!"
The old man habitually wanted to reach out and grab his hair, but at this moment, he was restrained by Zhenbing Shackles, so he could only give up.
He asked rhetorically:
"Where do you think the space we are in now is?"
Feng Wuji looked around, shook his head and said:
"I can't feel the breath of life here, it's dead silence."
"It's like hell."
Zhao Anfu gritted his teeth and smiled:
"You are well-informed. Yes, this is hell!"
"But it's not a real hell, it's just a simulated hell environment."
"The real purpose of this place is to serve as a... breeding farm!"
Breeding farm?!
When Feng Wuji heard this, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"Hungry for breeding hell?"
Zhao Anfu was taken aback and looked at him in horror:
"You...know hell is hungry?!"
He immediately shook his head:
"No, breeding these hell-hungry monsters is just to make this place closer to the real hell."
"What I really want to cultivate are the so-called exotic treasures."
Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment and said in surprise:
"The rare treasure is right here?!"
"No, this is just a space similar to an outpost level. The treasure is hidden a little further "down there"."
"Then you're saying... the exotic treasure is related to hell?"
Zhao Anfu looked bitter:
"This is just my guess. For more than two hundred years, that rare treasure has been accumulating evil energy, waiting to be born."
"My people all died here, and even their souls couldn't be transcended!"
"They turned into nourishment for exotic treasures!"
Feng Wuji thought for a while and asked again:
"That purple figure hasn't appeared in two hundred years?"
Zhao Anfu sighed:
"That senior has been silent, maybe he has been killed..."
Feng Wuji was silent for a while and sighed softly:
"You have been in this space for so long, have you ever found an exit?"
Zhao Anfu said with an angry look on his face: "I have been trapped here for two hundred years, hiding here and there."
"The vitality here is extremely thin and difficult to replenish."
He took out something from his clothes and said to Feng Wuji:
"In the past, we could only survive by chewing on the roots of this grass."
"But I did find a way out, but it's a pity..."
His eyes dimmed, and he seemed extremely unwilling.
When Feng Wuji saw him like this, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly:
"What's the pity?"
The old man lifted up his clothes and saw a shocking wound on his chest with a faint red glow.
"There was a monster guarding the exit. I broke in once and almost lost my life!"
Feng Wuji thought for a moment, then waved his hand and released the Perfect Ice Shackles on his body.
"take me!"
Zhao Anfu moved his hands and feet.
Feng Wuji threw the bottle containing the elixir in his hand to him.
Zhao Anfu's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly took the bottle, poured out a round elixir the size of a longan, and sniffed it gently.
"This...is such a high grade!"
The grades of these Yuan-Condensing Qi Pills are all earth-level low-grade ones.
Zhao Anfu was naturally a knowledgeable person and immediately stuffed the elixir in his hand into his mouth.
boom!
As the elixir entered his stomach, a powerful aura suddenly appeared on his dry body, as if there was rain after a long drought.
Surging vitality bloomed from the elixir, nourishing his old body.
Zhao Anfu's face showed ecstasy, and he hurriedly poured the remaining pills into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to digest the potency.
Bang bang bang!
There were bursts of sounds from his body, like thunder.
Feng Wuji stood aside and watched expressionlessly, nodding secretly.
These essence-condensing and qi-condensing pills were all refined in his spare time on the flying boat.
We also made some improvements to the elixir recipe to store more energy.
Judging from the old man's extremely happy expression, the effect should be pretty good.
After a long time, Zhao Anfu suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were no longer as cloudy as before, and they were as sharp as a knife.
He looked at the condition of his body carefully and felt happy.
Although there is still a big gap between returning to the peak moment, it is still far better than before.
He stood up, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you for the medicine, little brother!"
Feng Wuji said indifferently:
"Don't waste time, lead the way!"
Zhao Anfu nodded and pointed to the left.
"The exit is over here."
"Brother, come with me!"
His figure moved and then disappeared.
Feng Wuji tapped his toes and kept up with the old man's pace.
There was a dead silence along the way. The two of them were silent and focused on their way.
"correct."
Zhao Anfu said hoarsely:
"I wonder why this little brother knows me, the Red Refined Yin Wind Claw?!"
Feng Wuji raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said softly:
"Your Zhao family and I are old friends."
"That's it..."
The old man nodded, murderous intent emerging in his eyes!