Xuanbing Martial Ancestor

Chapter 208 Noel
Chi Chi!

Only when he really stepped into the realm of death, did Gu Feng really feel the thick and viscous death air permeating here, and the layers of death air were like mist, continuously gathering towards Gu Feng's body.

Gu Feng's skin would become dry and wrinkled with each additional layer of dead air, and the pervasive dead air was like sharp thorns, constantly penetrating.

hiss!
"What a strong dead air!" Gu Feng sucked in a breath of cold air, and his heart trembled violently. If this thick dead air was allowed to completely fill the skin, all the skin would probably become shriveled.

"Reaper!" Gu Feng shouted in a low voice.

hum!
A piercing sound sounded, the air behind Gu Feng trembled slightly, and then a black-robed figure slowly emerged. The moment the black-robed figure appeared, the viscous death air that was originally permeating the surroundings immediately took the god of death as a The center converges toward death.

call!
He let out a long breath, Gu Feng secretly smiled, it seems that this dead air that makes everyone tremble, is indeed a kind of nourishment for me, Gu Feng, the god of death is the originator of all dead air , it seems to be right.

"Master, the death energy here is rich and pure, I've been so excited for a long time!" The deep voice of the god of death rang in Gu Feng's mind.

Gu Feng nodded, that's true. If the god of death keeps swallowing here, there will be unexpected surprises, but I, Gu Feng, don't have time now, I must pass through this death as soon as possible.

At this thought, Gu Feng's eyes showed a trace of firmness, and the whole person went directly to the outside at an extremely fast speed, forming a phantom.

The center of death.

The dead air permeating here is several times thicker than the surrounding area. What is different from the periphery of the dead realm is that even in such a thick dead air, there are green lotus leaves everywhere, and there are even insects and birds singing. Voices.

Obviously, it looks like a spring.

The lotus leaves are several feet high, and from time to time, there will be a glimmer of luster on the towering lotus leaves, which is the essence of viscous dead energy condensed to the extreme.

It's called Dead Pearl!

At this time, a staggering old man was holding a tall staff in his hand. The staff looked a little skinny, but this tall and thin staff contained a strong sense of death, which was no different from those who survived. Thousands of years of dead trees.

The old man's whole body was covered by a black robe, only a dry face was exposed from the beginning to the end, and the wrinkles full of folds seemed to be broken if pulled.

The old man walked over step by step, every step seemed to use great strength, he stretched out his trembling palms carefully to finish the black death beads that had just condensed, a flash of blazing heat flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "No. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine drops, and one more drop, our dead will finally see the light of day again!"

At this moment.

A shirtless man walked over. The man's whole body was pitch black, and his thick muscles were covered with jerky runes. Every rune seemed to be born with him.

The man bowed his body slightly, clenched his left hand into a fist, placed it horizontally on his chest, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Patriarch, sir, please!"

The old man trembled, nodded, and then waved his hand, and his body instantly disappeared in place, turning into a scene of death.

In a dark cave.

Only a faint yellow light exists here, and the yellow light is somewhat dim, permeating the entire cave. An old man in a red robe is wandering around the entire cave, and in the very center is a pitch-black crystal. If you see it, you will be shocked, because the image on the crystal is Gu Feng who is constantly running.

Suddenly, the air trembled.

The black-robed old man who was called the patriarch before slowly emerged, with a trace of respect in his tone, he said in a hoarse voice: "Master Sacrifice!"

The red-robed old man stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed at the crystal, his calm tone trembled for a while, as if he was trying to calm down the shock deep in his heart, and said, "Clan Chief Nuoer, the son of death has appeared!"

hum!
Nuo Er only felt that his whole body was greatly stimulated, and the blood all over his body became soaring at that moment, his dry skin actually flashed a little rosy, and two huge lights flashed in his eyes, looking at the crystal that was constantly shuttling back and forth. Gu Feng, with a flash of shock in his tone, said: "My family is hopeful!"

As the protagonist, Gu Feng naturally doesn't know that he has become the target of the most mysterious dead people at this time, and he is constantly shuttling back and forth.

After half a day.

Gu Feng's body suddenly came to a standstill, his eyes stared at the surroundings, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "It's actually in place!"

That's right, after running for half a day, Gu Feng still stayed in the same place. To put it simply, Gu Feng fell into some kind of secret realm, he kept turning around, and got lost.

"Damn it!" Gu Feng cursed secretly.

At this moment, there was a sudden tremor in the surroundings, and the death energy pervading suddenly became several times stronger, and one after another pressure roared towards Gu Feng, Gu Feng only felt his eyes tremble suddenly, and a black figure appeared In front of Gu Feng.

"We finally met!" The hoarse voice came out slowly, and this black figure was the wrinkled old man before, the dead patriarch Noel.

Gu Feng subconsciously took a step back on his calf, because when the old man appeared in front of him, Gu Feng seemed to be under his control, and the death energy that had been gathering towards the god of death all stagnated.

Under the invisible oppression, Gu Feng only felt that his blood stagnated. This lack of resistance made Gu Feng extremely uncomfortable. He just stood there quietly, even the phantom pupil who stood beside Gu Hao had never have.

"You don't need to be afraid, I have no malicious intentions. After so many years, we dead people have finally waited for you, Son of Death. We have waited for this day for so many years!" A hoarse voice came out slowly.

Gu Feng froze slightly, Son of Death, wait for me?
My heart was instantly filled with countless big question marks?
Looking at Gu Feng's shocked face, a trace of warmth flashed in the eyes of the old man, and he said slowly: "Come with me, there will be the answer you need!"

Gu Feng paused, and said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, you may have found the wrong person. I'm not the son of death as you said. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving!"

Nuo Er was not surprised at all, nodded his head, and was delighted by Gu Feng's display of neither humbleness nor arrogance at this time, and then just waved his hand casually, and a tear appeared in the space in an instant. A spatial turbulence appeared.

"Don't worry, I won't waste a lot of your time, Son of Death!"

(End of this chapter)