Chapter 38 Old Man Jingfeng

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Those black flame flags exploded together and really killed many people who participated in sacrificial activities before the temple.

Seeing this look, the white-robed priest snorted coldly, "Diao Bug Trick!" With a wave of his big hand, he saw the monsters composed of white bones open their mouths and rushed at several people, turning a blind eye to the death of the people around them.

"Old man, you are still so cruel!" The white-robed priest's behavior greatly surprised several people. They thought they could delay the time and think of other ways.

"You are my biggest threat, and they? Ask for more blessings." When the words fell, the white-robed priest's eyes were round, and a black line hit the body of the little brother Rios hanging in the air. He was hit by the black light, and the body slowly drifted away to the crack in the black hole.

"Stop him!" Seeing that the white-robed priest was ready to send the body in, the old man shouted.

"Is it up to you?" The priest in white robe glanced at the old man disdainfully.

"What about me?" With an angry shout, the white-robed priest was shocked. Even the magic of controlling the corpse stopped. Looking up, the big man with a huge silver axe smashed a white bone with an axe and rushed towards it.

"How could it be?" Although the white-robed priest was surprised, he kept under his feet, and several dodged the big man's continuous attacks.

"Have you broken through level 7?" The white-robed priest looked at the big man in surprise, and anyone could see the fear in his eyes.

"Thank you, Creator, I was promoted to level 8 before I came." With that, he looked at the priest in white robe with a joking face. At this moment, the big man among the group had disappeared.

"Damn!" The white-robed priest scolded, but he didn't dare to come up. The big man waved to the body and controlled it under his control.

"Oh..." At the moment when the big man grabbed the body, a shocking cry of sadness sounded, as if a baby was crying.

"It's not good..." Hearing this cry, the big man was shocked and had flown more than ten meters away.

"It's late! Hahaha..." The white-robed priest laughed wildly, but was instantly torn to pieces by something he didn't know.

"Bei Lao, take this body and leave quickly. I will resist them for a while." The big man pushed the body flat to the old man, and he took a few people to rush up.

"Bang bang..." There was a series of crashes in the air.

The big man and the thing that is even blurred with the remnants of the shadow have been fought several times, and finally separated. At this time, Jing Chen saw that it turned out that the hard fight with the big man was a huge soft warcraft, which was translucent, which seemed to give people a feeling of clumsiness, but at this moment, no one would feel that it was clumsy. Just with The big man collided with his body. No wonder the sound of the collision just now was a little stuffy.

At this moment, the huge silver axe in the man's hand was a little dim, and there was even a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Big Feng!?" A man came out behind the big man but was stopped by the big man.

"Stupid human beings, how dare you stop the great devouring god from coming, die!" The World of Warcraft actually spit out the lingua franca of the mainland, and it was also an extremely beautiful woman's voice. However, when she saw the dignity of this thing, she really had nothing to do with any beautiful woman.

"What is this?" Women are generally afraid of these soft things that look like snots.

"Well, dying under the hands of this apostle also makes you understand that I am the ninth of the top ten apostles under the Lord of Devouring, the cold jade king!" Everyone looked at each other and had never heard of this so-called cold jade king, but the strength shown has greatly exceeded the ability range of Dahan and others. Its strength has reached at least the peak of level 8, and even level 9 is possible.

"What should I do?" Behind the big man, a middle-aged man in a red priest's uniform asked.

"Bei Lao has left with that thing. As long as there is no body, the ceremony cannot continue. Although the level of this thing is not low, several of us can also deal with it. After some time, we will also evacuate in the direction of Shengshan." Although the big man looks very rough, he is very strict in arrangement. If anyone is blinded by his appearance, there will definitely be no good result.

"Do you want to go? Let's sacrifice all our lives to the great master!" The cold jade king smiled strangely, did not give several people a chance to reflect, and rushed over in an instant.

"Hmm?" Just as Jing Chen wanted to see the result, the picture suddenly disappeared, leaving endless darkness. There was no light or sound. There was only a mass of wildness pouring towards Jing Chen. Jing Chen frowned slightly. This anger was not harmful, but just made the mood a little depressed.

In the dark, Jing Chen did not panic, but walked forward with his feelings. In this environment, even if adults come here, they will be driven crazy, but Jing Chen still walks between them, and a trace of faith has been supporting him and becoming stronger! Yes, he wants to become stronger. When he sees those strong people fighting, he is also hot-blooded. When he sees the face very similar to his father, he is very excited. When he sees the cold jade king, he can't have a trace of resistance in his heart.

Suddenly, Jing Chen understood that in this world, only the strong have dignity and are respected by others. The weak, such as the white-robed priest who treats the Holy See, and the Jinbei treats the white-robed priest, the weak are the weak. No reason is the reason. In the face of life-and-death hostility, no one will reason with you.

I remember that he once heard his father Jing Tian say that on the battlefield, if a seven-level magician goes down with magic, tens of thousands of soldiers may die. For the magician, it just consumes some magic, and what about those soldiers?!

Suddenly, four words "the law of the jungle!" appeared in Jing Chen's heart. I don't know how long he walked. In the darkness, Jing Chen walked step by step, aimless and directionless. Of course, he did not rest.

Without sunrise and sunset, Jingchen can't remember how long he has been here. He only knows that he must go on, must go out, must protect his parents, must...

Beliefs, these beliefs made him believe that he could go forward. The continuous wildness would make him feel a little uncomfortable at first, but at this time, Jingchen had fully adapted to this environment. Gradually, he found that he would not be hungry here, so he went on more assuredly. He believed that in the end You can get out of here one day.

In this dark space, time seems to be still, and only Jing Chen walks firmly.

"Wild, animal, it's just the law of the jungle!" Jing Chen muttered.

"Roar!"

As soon as Jing Chen's voice fell, a roar full of vicissitudes and wildness sounded. The originally dark space instantly lit up. Countless monsters were playing by the pond. Two middle-aged people were standing by the pond, one looking at the sky and the other looking at the scenery in the pond.

"Are you here?" The middle-aged man in black turned his head and looked at Jing Chen.

"Here we go!" Jing Chen replied.

"Do you understand?" The man in black smiled.

"I understand!" Jing Chen also smiled.

"Alas..." The man in black robe sighed and continued, "At the beginning, I didn't expect that the body was actually the body of the holy son of the Wild Temple, and this space has now evolved into the field of the Beast King. If you really understand, take it away." The man in black continued to look at Jing Chen with a smile, while the middle-aged man in white had been looking up at the sky without looking at Jing Chen.

"Good!" Jing Chen didn't say much. His eyes were slightly closed, and a faint wild air appeared on the surface of his body. He saw that those wild spirits gradually condensed into a vague entity. It turned out to be a huge bear man. The bear man stood behind Jing Chen, like Jing Chen, with his eyes slightly closed.

"What?" The two were shocked to see the bear behind Jing Chen, but Jing Chen seemed to have heard nothing at this moment. His arms shook back, and the bear man behind him roared. After hearing the sound, all the beast souls here knelt down.

"Bun..." The man in black was about to shout, but was stopped by the man in white.

A blood-red cover slowly flew from the sky. Jing Chen grabbed it. The cover directly passed through Jing Chen's palm and shot into the bear man behind Jing Chen, and the bear man's body also appeared clearer.

"Thank you two!" Jing Chen nodded to the two of them.

"You don't have to thank us. You are very much like an old friend of us. If he is no longer here at this moment, I would have thought that you are his child." The man in white robe no longer looks at the sky at this moment.

"The old man?" Jing Chen suddenly remembered the big man who looked like his father.

"Yes, I met him more than a thousand years ago. He is known as the leader of the golden generation of the Holy See. Jing Feng, a genius who reached level 7 before the age of 50 and broke through level 8 before the age of 100, and is also the youngest temple guard." The old man in white recalled.

"He is also surnamed Jing?" The surname Jing is not common on the mainland.

"Well, are you also surnamed Jing?" The two middle-aged people asked with one voice.

Jing Chen nodded, and the two couldn't help but be a little confused when they saw Jing Chen admitting.

All three of them fell into silence, and finally the silence was broken by the two middle-aged people first. "Maybe it's just a coincidence. As far as I know, Jing Feng did not marry, let alone have children." This sentence is more like saying to Jing Chen.

"Since you are predestined to him, I'll give you something like this. This is what I found here later." A long time later, the middle-aged man in the white robe said. With a wave of his hand, he saw a huge axe appearing in his hand. The axe flashed with a dim silver light. As soon as it appeared, a faint sacred breath permeated.

"Is this?!" When Jing Chen saw this big axe, it was very similar to the big man's hand.

"In those years, the sacred magic axe used by Jingfeng used to be a good weapon, but since that fight with the Hanyu King, the aura has been lost and can only be kept as a souvenir." The man in white robe handed the big axe to Jing Chen.

Jing Chen took it with both hands and felt that the axe was not very heavy.

Seeing Jing Chen take over the tomahawk, the black and white two looked at each other and said in a white robe, "Child, I will send you another sentence before leaving. The origin of the beast is as you want." After saying that, he waved his hand, a silver light flashed, and Jing Chen disappeared.