Collecting the corpse for the emperor, my cultivation base will skyrocket for ten thousand years!

Chapter 321 Tomb robbers in the tribe!
Cultivation has no time!
Three days passed in a flash...

boom!
boom!
boom!
……

During these three days, with the help of the [-] members of the Tianfeng tribe, Feng Changqing's cultivation has been greatly increased like never before.

Three days ago, he was just a mortal!
however.

After three days, he became a great master of the Divine Wheel Realm, and his cultivation base and strength were comparable to the ancestors in the tribe.

even!

With the mighty blessing of the Wangchuan Altar, his strength is even greater than Feng Qinglei and the others.

This shocking change made Defeng Changqing feel boundless excitement and joy while being shocked.

He never thought that one day he would reach the sky in one step!
"Thank you senior!"

"Feng Changqing will never forget the kindness of the predecessor's regeneration..."

Boom boom boom!
After calming down the infinite excitement in his heart, Feng Changqing immediately knelt down on the ground, and then bowed heavily to Feng Jitian.

The expression is extremely respectful and devout!
See this scene!

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of Feng Jitian's mouth.

"You don't need to thank me, all of this is your own destiny and good luck, I'm just guiding you a little bit."

"From now on, you will be the fourth-generation messenger of the River of Forgotten River. I hope you can live up to your responsibilities and missions, and protect the tribe and the clansmen well."

"If you have that ability, I hope that one day you will lead the Tianfeng tribe to glory and glory."

"In that case, it can be regarded as comforting the spirits in heaven of the ancestors of the tribe."

Feng Jitian said in a deep voice.

Hear it!

Feng Changqing nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.

"By the way, there is one more thing that you must know after you become the envoy of Wangchuan."

"That is, from now on, your fate will be tied to the River of Forgetfulness forever, until the end of your life."

"If the Tianfeng tribe maintains the status quo, without any increase in strength and power, then you will eventually die because of the limitation of lifespan."

"This river of Wangchuan is the fate of every messenger of Wangchuan. Since ancient times, no one has been able to break the curse of this fate."

"Here, it will limit your life!"

"This is the misfortune I told you before..."

Feng Jitian sighed with emotion.

To be bound forever in the river of forgetfulness?

Hearing this, Feng Changqing was shocked!

"That is to say, after I become the envoy of the River of Forgetfulness, I will never be able to get out of the river of the River of Forgetfulness, nor can I get out of the Tianfeng Tribe?"

"Yes!"

"Even after death, the final destination will be in the river of Wangchuan. This is the price of being the messenger of Wangchuan..."

Speaking of it.

Feng Jitian paused for a while, then spoke again.

"The last thing, this Altar of Wangchuan is a human artifact with magical power. I believe you have also sensed its great power and magic."

"In addition, the Wangchuan Altar can also bless you with the power of all living beings, temporarily increasing your combat power."

"This is the ultimate means to protect the tribe and the River of Forgotten River. I hope you can use it carefully..."

Bless the power of everyone and strengthen your own combat power?
Feng Changqing's eyes showed curiosity.

As much as he wanted to try it, he didn't do it at the moment.

because!

At this time, Feng Jitian's figure was gradually becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Senior, you..."

"Don't panic, my time is up!"

"Since I became the envoy of the River of Forgetfulness, I have persisted for more than [-] years, and now it is time to return to the River of Forgetfulness."

"From now on, the tribe will be handed over to you, I hope you can protect it well."

"Senior, don't worry, Feng Changqing swears to protect the Tianfeng tribe to the death!"

He kowtowed heavily.

See you!

Feng Jitian nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, I saw you were interested in my corpse before?"

"Ah? This..."

"A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished, and everything will return to ashes and ashes to ashes; my cultivation level before I was alive was an eighth-level demigod."

"If you need it, just take it, I can help you, and there are only... some..."

Intermittent voices sounded softly.

wow~
When the sound of the last word fell, in Feng Changqing's complicated eyes, the phantom formed by Feng Jitian's obsession completely dissipated in the world.

"Feng Changqing, respectful farewell to senior~"

Boom boom boom!
He bowed devoutly to Feng Jitian's corpse.

It wasn't until three prostrations and nine prostrations that he stood up again...

finally!
He struggled a little, but still put Feng Jitian's body into the storage bag.

Feng Jitian made him a success!

at this time.

Feng Changqing made up his mind that if it was not a last resort, he would never trade Feng Jitian's body with Dongfang Bubai.

"After the tribe settles down, I'll find a place with a treasured geomantic omen and bury the body of the senior..."

He thought about it.

Say it!

Feng Changqing is ready to steer his own boat and take a good look at this ancient and mysterious Wangchuan Water Mansion.

however.

At this moment, as if he had sensed something, his expression suddenly changed.

In an instant!
He looked fiercely at Qingfengling by the Wangchuan River.

This was the place where he had been guarding day and night, and it was also the place where the ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe were buried.

just now!

Feng Changqing scanned Qingfeng Ridge consciously, and unexpectedly found two uninvited guests.

What made him particularly angry was that those two uninvited guests even had the audacity to dig the graves of their tribe's ancestors.

"Grave robber?"

"Hmph, dare to come to dig the ancestral grave of my Tianfeng tribe, I don't know how to live or die..."

Feng Changqing let out an angry growl in his throat.

talking room.

He immediately left the Wangchuan Water Mansion as quickly as possible, and headed towards Qingfengling with a strong murderous aura.

……

Qingfeng Ridge!
Since ancient times, the burial place of the ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe!

laugh!
laugh!
laugh!
At this time, in a corner of Qingfeng Ridge shrouded in darkness, there were two figures holding a hoe each, struggling to dig a grave.

One of them was dressed as a sloppy Taoist, who was digging a grave while cursing; the other was a man with a strong physique.

The bodies of the two were hidden under the darkness, and their movements were very careful, for fear of disturbing the people of the Tianfeng tribe...

"Crazy Taoist, how many graves have we dug?"

At this time.

Beside the sloppy Taoist, came the questioning voice of a majestic man.

Between words!

It reveals a sense of depression!

"Well, there should be seven or eight graves, right?"

The madman replied uncertainly.

"Sigh, I have dug so many graves, but I just dug up a pile of broken copper and iron. The most valuable one is nothing more than an imperial ancient spirit soldier."

"That's what you said, there is a lot of oil and water in the ancestral graves of the Tianfeng tribe?"

Qin Daofu complained.

Hear this!

There was also a hint of embarrassment on the face of the crazy Taoist.

"Well, we're here to dig graves, aren't we here specifically for treasures? I'm digging graves for the sake of digging graves, and you're here for corpses."

"Is there any treasure, and what is the impact?"

"That's what I said, but... if there are treasures in the tomb, it should be more eye-catching after all."

"Hey, if I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have let Chen Zongtian leave. If he was here, we wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Hey, it's useless to say that now, it's better to hurry up and dig a few more graves while it's dark."

"Besides, I heard that there are people guarding the tomb on Qingfeng Ridge. We have to act fast. It would be bad if we were alarmed."

"Well, I hope to dig up a few more corpses of strong men, otherwise it will be for nothing..."

Qin Daofu complained dissatisfied.

talking.

He was about to pick up the hoe and continue digging the grave.

however!
Just as he was doing it, he suddenly felt vigilant, and with a pair of strange eyes, he looked at the river of Wangchuan in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, the pupils shrank!
"not good!"

"The damn gravekeeper is back~"

Qin Daofu exclaimed in a low voice.

what?
Gravekeeper is back?

Hearing this, the mad Taoist, who was struggling to dig the grave, suddenly raised his head, and followed Qin Daofu's gaze.

Swish!
Almost in an instant, a fierce sword light slashed down from the void...

(End of this chapter)