317 Desert Wolf King

The hell is full of endless horror, the bones are piece by pieces, the sea of blood is surging, howling endlessly, and roaring endlessly. And this is not the most horrible thing that makes Lin Fan feel. What scares him deeply is the thirteen demon-like figures! The demons were surging all over, the black fog rolled, and the thirteen strange blades rolled the light of destruction, galloping across the whole hell. Wherever they passed, thousands of troops were easy and unstoppable. What shocked Lin Fan more was that he felt a familiar atmosphere in these thirteen figures! That breath, the greatest and most fierce, is full of the disgrugance and heroism in the world! At this moment, Lin Fan has already had eight (harmonious) guesses in his heart. The thirteen figures, eight out of ten (harmonious) nine are the thirteen fierce figures of Xuangu!

At the same time, the big magic formula in his body also operated independently, and there was a tendency to turn faster and faster. Later, the heinous demon spirit had a tendency to break Lin Fan's body apart and then break away! If it hadn't been for the rapid operation of the divine qi and blood boiling at the critical moment, and the rapid operation of the mysterious waterification formula, which made Lin Fan wake up in an instant and then withdrew the divine consciousness from the illusory place, I'm afraid he would have already die at this moment!

After wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Lin Fan secretly gasped and looked at the rock paintings engraved with thirteen figures again, but his eyes were full of vigilance and did not dare to look too carefully. That's like a magic painting! After calming down, Lin Fan continued to walk forward. As expected, it was still a rock painting about the thirteen figures. They went to heaven and earth, awe-inspiring, as if they were searching for something, but in the end, they obviously found nothing. However, when they left, they seemed to have laid several key points in the whole desert, but they could not see clearly, and Lin Fan did not dare to take risks and observe carefully. In the scene just now, he just didn't want to observe, but he almost suffered a murder. If he really approaches at this moment, God knows what kind of disaster will happen. After finishing everything, Xuangu's thirteen murderers left one after another. After that, the rock paintings were calm. There was nothing unusual in the desert. Only the waste capital roared in the wind all day, the ghosts roared continuously, and the magic fog condensed on it.

After walking for a long time, the figure shook, and the endless monks walked into the abandoned capital, but obviously there was no gain. Suddenly, Lin Fan's eyes fixed again. After careful identification, his eyes suddenly opened and stared at the engraved picture, with an incredible light in his eyes! That's a mouse! Unimaginable! In this ghostly waste city, he actually saw a huge mouse!

Lin Fan's heart was shocked. He suddenly remembered what Uncle Mu had said before that there was a mouse cry in the waste capital, and it lasted for a long time, and its voice was as sad as a ghost. Moreover, this huge mouse seems to have manifested out of thin air without any warning in advance! In addition, Lin Fan found something more unique. This huge mouse was lifelike, and its two small eyes seemed to be spinning, as if they were carefully observing around, shining with a bright light. However, there is no vulgar feeling given by rats in the secular world. On the contrary, its body is full of spirituality! In addition, Lin Fan faintly felt that this mouse seemed to have great magical power and power! Looking at it, Lin Fan's mind was a little absent-minded. He seemed to see a mouse full of spirituality. He stood up and swung his tail around. He was observing the surroundings with his eyebrows and mice. His moustaches seemed to be ready to run away at any time.

"What kind of mouse is this? This is just a rat spirit!" Lin Fan woke up from a trance and muttered in a low voice. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly stared at the boss, and then blurted out, "No way? Is it really such a coincidence? As if thinking of something important, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly became hot. He carefully looked at the huge mouse in front of him that looked rough but gave people an extremely delicate feeling. Finally, he took a breath and stared at the mural and muttered to himself, "This must be the first mouse of the 12th World War King under the command of Emperor of Heaven! It will never be wrong!" After reading this, Lin Fan's face showed a strange look. He didn't expect that there would be such a coincidence that he would encounter a portrait of a mouse here.

Looking at the rock painting for a while, Lin Fan continued to look back, and as he watched, he became more and more sure that the mouse must be a mouse. Ghosts in the waste city are full of ghosts. Even rock paintings look horrible, and the mouse's body looks extremely flexible. From time to time, it dodges ghosts that suddenly appear from the thick fog, or competes with some peerless strong objects, and looking at its trajectory, it goes straight to the center of the waste capital, and with the rock paintings Ongoing, Lin Fan also gradually realized that the bright light in the mouse's eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, faintly excited, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like lightning, and even unable to capture its trajectory. He could only see a gray shadow shuttling through the endless black fog.

"The stone man came here at the beginning, and later the real demon emperor also came here, and then the thirteen murderers of Xuangu, followed by the rat. Now it seems that they all want to look for something, but what is that? It actually moved many bigwigs! Moreover, in these many rock paintings, these clearly depicted characters are likely to only represent one force. In addition, there are some vague shadows, which must be other major forces!" Lin Fan frowned and muttered to himself, but even if he was dexterous, he could not guess every trick of these endless years.

Thinking about this, Lin Fan continued to walk forward. Suddenly, his body suddenly stopped. In a rock painting in front of him, there was still a mouse. He seemed to be about to rush to the center, and the excited light in his eyes was even more blazing. But at this moment, a glow flashed and suddenly the rat It was shrouded, and in the next picture, the mouse has suddenly disappeared, leaving only a turbulent magic atmosphere in place. And the rock painting has basically ended, and after that, it symbolically depicts some of the abandoned capital, but there is nothing worth paying attention to, because everything is just a city surrounded by magic fog, which looks very gloomy.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's doubts were even more, what kind of power it was that suddenly swallowed up the rat! It can be seen that in front of the glow, the mouse has no power to resist at all! With a flash of glow, the mouse has disappeared. Such a method is shocking to think about!

In addition, Lin Fan also thought of a problem. The rock paintings here have lasted for tens of millions of years! The oldest, even the traces of ancient people older than the real demon emperor, and the most recent thing is obviously the mysterious ancient times. Who has such great power to engrave such a vast historical picture! Also, who wiped out the long gap in the middle of the rock painting? Why wear it out? Do you want to hide something? And what is hidden? All this is a mystery, and it all looks like a dead end!

"It seems that I must go to Abandon, but that place is full of danger and needs to be fully prepared..." Thinking of these puzzles, Lin Fan felt like a bone in his throat and couldn't help whispering, but he also clearly knew that with his cultivation at this time, he wanted to It is almost impossible for the waste to retreat completely. After all, for hundreds of thousands of years, endless heroes, even including the existence of rats, have failed to enter there, and even fallen into it.

"Since there is no information here, go back, rest for two days, and go to this desert to have a look, especially in Yancheng. I'm afraid there will be unexpected gains." Lin Fan looked around, but found nothing unexpected. This is an underground cave. Seeing nothing, Lin Fan said to himself, and then patted and patted the three beasts such as the power of the rock painting since he entered here, and then one of the three beasts walked out.

Lin Fan didn't feel it when he watched the rock painting, but when he walked back at this time, he suddenly found that the rock painting was extremely long. After walking for half an hour, he saw the sunlight at the mouth of the cave.

Out of the cave, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun in the air and knew that it was noon. Only then did he remember that he had been here to watch the rock paintings for two hours, shook his head and smiled, and then walked towards Uncle Mu. Because there was nothing to do. Although I knew that the road was not close, I was not in a hurry, but felt the heat of the desert. The general trend of heaven and earth, the cold and cold, need to be understood by yourself, so that you can have a better understanding of the road of heaven and earth. This is exactly the incidental feeling of Lin Fan's previous epiphany.

Feeling the hotness under his feet and the sweaty heat, Lin Fan actually surged up a sense of comfort. Under the comfort, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and then laughed, stepped towards the oasis. Seeing Lin Fan suddenly accelerate, the three-legged golden black beasts naturally unwilling to show weakness and followed it. Suddenly, a vast sand wave rose behind them.

"Hmm?" Near the oasis, Lin Fan suddenly felt something strange, and the sound of crying came faintly, mixed with tyrannical laughter. At the same time, Lin Fan had also seen from afar that the oasis was dense and surrounded by people.

"Is something wrong?" Lin Fan's eyebrows, even if he frowned and did not think about it, had already stepped out seven steps to the sky. Lin Fan accidentally got the complete mind of seven steps to ascend to the sky. At this time, when he started to run, his feet were not dusty, but his body was like a smoke galloping towards the distance. Compared with the previous loud momentum, it was more peaceful.

At Lin Fan's speed, it can be said to be in the blink of an eye, and as soon as he fell into the field, Lin Fan found that Uncle Mu fell to one side, his face was pale, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and stroked his chest with one hand. Raj and others surrounded him and turned their heads to look at dozens of men in wide white robes with beards and laughing wildly. His eyes were full of anger, but they were desperate and powerless. They clenched their lips and said nothing.

On the other side, Shaton and other young people clenched their fists and looked at the men with contempt. Their bodies were covered with blood. Obviously, they had just fought, but they all suffered losses.

And behind everyone, there are crowded women and children. Their bodies are trembling, and their eyes are shining with fear. They dare not look up at all. They accidentally raise their heads and quickly lower their heads.

In sharp contrast to this side, dozens of big men looked at Uncle Mu's group of people with sarcastic faces. In addition to the leader, several others were indifferent, while in the rear, more than a dozen men were doing their hands on several young women, doing their best to molest. Although several women tried their best to resist, they only increased the animal nature of the dozen men.

"I won't die, I'll say it again. If you don't hand over that thing today, I, Peng Chun, don't mind slaughtering all your tribe today!" Lin Fan stood in the void, performed the magic of melting virtual magic, and frowned at the bald man who suddenly restrained his smile and turned himself Peng Chun with a fierce expression. It's not that he doesn't want to take action now, but that Peng Chun opened his mouth when he was about to take action, which aroused his curiosity for a moment to see what it was. Hearing his tone, he obviously failed many times. He glanced at the indifferent men and found that they were all practitioners, but their cultivation was not smart, but just a bone refining period. When they were on the side, they could no longer commit the murder, so Lin Fan was not in a hurry and watched quietly in the void.

At this time, Peng Chun has walked to Uncle Mu, pulled out a big knife to hold Uncle Mu's chin and said with a gloomy smile, "Don't die. This time I, Peng Chun, come to ask for it in person. Won't you still give face? If it gets angry, I can say that it will be chopped into mud and fed to the wild wolf, but if the one behind me comes out, I'm afraid it's hard to die, hahahaha!"

"That thing is unpredictable, and it is rumored that it is related to the yin and yang worlds. It must not be handed over. Please let us go..." Uncle Mu's face was pale and he opened his voice tremblingly. When he spoke, he obviously touched the wound and his face kept twitching.

"You (harmonious) mother are looking for death!" Hearing Uncle Mu's words, Peng Chun's eyebrows suddenly stood up and stepped back. He only heard a prick, followed by a woman's exclamation, and then the dozens of men's more obscene laughter, accompanied by the woman's crying voice. Peng Chun fell to the ground from the cloth torn from the woman's chest and said viciously, "I'm dead, I'll say it again, give me the ghost charm!" Otherwise, all the women will be raped and then killed, and all the men will feed the wolves in the desert, so that you can see your closest relatives die one by one!"

"Peng Chun, your (harmonious) mother is not good! I'll fight with you!" As soon as Seton saw that the woman had suffered such humiliation, his eyes immediately turned red and he was about to rush out, but he was kicked back by an indifferent man and fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't stand up.

Lin Fan looked at the woman who wanted to cover her chest and cried and sighed secretly. Although he didn't hear much information, he knew that he had to take action.

He was just about to do it, but he didn't expect that the Dawei in his arms would break free before him. The silver light flashed and had fallen into the field. Dozens of men who were extremely obscenely fell to the ground by Dawei and could not get up, and then waved a piece of silver light to send the women safely to the right place. Then he squatted on the ground. He stood up and shouted with his waist and milk, "Dog legs, your conscience is very bad! Today, I will beat you on behalf of the moon!"

Dawei's tender words sounded in the field, and the people on both sides were suddenly stunned, but before everyone came to their senses, Dawei had already flew up in the air, and then slapped Peng Chun in the face. Once the crackling sound began, it never stopped again. Dawei shouted vigorously while hitting hard, "I'll slap you to death!" I'll beat you to death! I took a picture of you as a pig-headed demon! Shoot you to death!" For a while, only Peng Chun's cry was left in the field.

Everyone was stunned. After only a few breaths, the people on both sides came to their senses. As Uncle Mu sounded with joy, he obviously recognized Dawei, while the faces of several cold-faced monks on Peng Chun's side were even colder. Without saying a word, they rushed to Dawei together.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, Lin Fan's shouting sounded. The next moment, his figure had appeared in the field. His eyes were cold and he glanced at the several monks coldly. Then he walked to Uncle Mu to help him up and passed a vitality. Suddenly, he completely healed the injury he had just suffered, and then on the back of Raj and others with an excited face. After patting, he healed their injuries, and then walked to Sheton, who was trying to stand up but was powerless after all. The strong vitality came into his body and immediately cleaned up the monk's strength. After all this, Lin Fan walked back to the field, looked at several monks, and then looked at dozens of big men who lay on the ground and didn't even dare to cry for pain. Finally, he shouted "Dawei". With a flash of silver light, Dawei appeared on his shoulder, but he stared angrily at Peng Chun, who had become a pig-headed demon. Dawei took a very measured action. He not only beat Peng Chunpang, but did not really kill him. Otherwise, with Dawei's cultivation, Peng Chun could not withstand its blow at all.

"Where did you come from, boy? I dare to take care of the desert wolf king! You are dead!" He was dizzy by the big fan, but Peng Chun was stubborn and had a fierce face.

"You just said you were going to slaughter all the people of this tribe?" Lin Fan didn't answer his words, his eyes were cold, and he said word by word.

"Yes, that's..." Peng Chunu was arrogant, but as soon as he said this, he glanced at Lin Fan's eyes and suddenly felt like he had been poured with a bucket of ice water on his head, and he could no longer speak.

"Very good!" Lin Fan took a look at Peng Chun, only said two words, and then turned his eyes to the few practitioners who were cold sweating and could no longer maintain indifference. He said coldly, "I'm not a kind master, but I also know how to repay kindness. The people of this tribe are kind to me. You bully me to the door. If I let you go, God will not allow you!" While talking, Lin Fan stretched out his hand and waved his hand. Suddenly, the yellow sand rolled over the sky and wrapped the monks in it. He only heard a few short screams. The yellow sand dispersed and the figure disappeared, but the falling sand seemed to bring a layer of bright red.

"Dozens of men molesed two weak women and should be killed! Even mortals can't let go!" Lin Fan's eyes flashed, and the moment he spoke, another strong wind swept by silently, and the dozens of people disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world. From beginning to end, the three-legged Jinwu and the blood crying sword spirit looked lazy and didn't even open their eyes.

Looking at Lin Fan's neatly killing of everyone, Peng Chun suddenly died. Finally, he knew that he had provoked the owner who should not be provoked today. He knelt down and wanted to say the word "pardon", but his lips trembled, but he couldn't say it anyway.

Uncle Mu's side slaughtered dozens of big men who bullied them in the blink of an eye, especially those who needed to look up at immortals and disappeared without even the power to counter Lin Fan. Instead of feeling that Lin Fan's methods were cruel, a strong surged. All of them clenched their fists and exhaled a strong turbid breath, as if all their grievances had been released at this moment. But in the eyes of elderly people such as Uncle Mu and Raji, there was a strong worry.

"Sydon, did you personally end up with him or should I do it?" Long ago, Lin Fan saw the anger in Xieton's eyes, and at this time, he stared at Peng Chun's eyes, and the anger surged, as if he could burn a hole in heaven and earth. At this time, hearing Lin Fan's words, Xieton did not hesitate at all. He strode forward and picked up the big knife Peng Chun threw on the ground. His eyes were slightly red. He pointed to Peng Chun and said, "Peng Chun, you killed my parents with this knife. Today, I will kill you with this knife!" The hand raised, the knife fell, and a spong of blood sprinkled on the yellow sand.

Lin Fan turned his head and walked to Uncle Mu and said, "Mr. Mu, let's go to the room to talk." Before, he had seen the sadness in Uncle Mu's eyes, so he opened his mouth like this. Behind him, the three-legged golden black spewed out a golden flame lazily and immediately burned Peng Chun's body clean.

Sitting down in the room, Lin Fan said, "Mr. Mu, what kind of person is the desert wolf king?"

"There are thirteen bandits in the desert, but in addition, there is also a king..." After a long time, Uncle Mu opened his mouth leisurely, and his voice seemed extremely heavy.

"A king? Is that the desert wolf king? Lin Fan frowned and said.

"Yes, tens of millions of square kilometers of desert, thirteen pirates work together to account for 4 million, and the Wolf King occupies 6 million." Uncle Mu's words were simple, but enough to shock Lin Fan. Fighting against the Thirteen Kotoms on its own has illustrated itself.

About the Thirteen Kots, Lin Fan has heard Raj and others talk about it. In their eyes, the Thirteen Kots are the real heroes on this desert, flying and do everything. From this, it can also be imagined that the desert wolf king must be a peerless hero with unimaginable cultivation!