National Games Forbidden Land: Obtain the strongest exploration system at the beginning

Rather, it reveals a sense of confusion, anger and irritability.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes were red, and his breathing began to get heavier.

Seeing this, Ling Feng became more and more sure that this guy should have understood the words on the jade plate, and perhaps even the immortal path mastered by the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

"Impossible.".

At the moment when he lost his mind, Ye Chen suddenly grabbed the jade card, and the whole person was angry to the extreme.

I saw that his heart had changed dramatically.

Ling Feng let go of the jade card with his hand, took a few steps back, and stared at Ye Chen with a cautious expression,

he had expected this to be the result.

Not everyone can be like the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, who is willing to merge with the Hundred-legged Dragon for the sake of immortality, at least it is impossible for him to accept it.

"No, it can't be like this, how can Changsheng become a monster"

Ye Chen completely fell into madness, his face turned red, and blood gushed out from the tip of his throat.

But he didn't care at all, he just kept repeating the sentence like crazy.

After planning for decades, he did not hesitate to cut off all the back roads, but what he got was such a result, the half-human, half-beast method passed down by the Fuxi clan to gain immortality completely crushed his last glimmer of hope.

"Impossible, how can this be."

"Eternal life...-I want eternal life, this must be fake, it must be a disguise left by the King of Ten Thousand Slaves."

"The true way to immortality. Yes, it must be hidden in the body

of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves..."Suddenly, Ye Chen seemed to have figured out something, and reflexively threw himself towards the corpse of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves in the distance, and

his hands kept turning on the bloody corpse.

I hope to find the true 'immortality!' that the King of Ten Thousand Slaves has mastered

Poof-I

don't know how long it took, Ye Chen finally stopped, his majestic back, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of all his spirit.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

Immediately, the dead qi in his body that could no longer be suppressed exploded.

The whole person has shrunk sharply, his skin has withered, and the dead air continues to eat away at the last bit of vitality.

Ye Chen!

Ye Chen!

Exclamations rang out.

But Ye Chen couldn't hear it anymore, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and a dark darkness that was so thick in his sight that it couldn't be dissolved began to come.

He didn't understand why the result of most of his life was like this.

If only he hadn't gotten that scroll in the first place, then he wouldn't have known about the Heavenly Palace and the so-called immortality for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs.

He was going to die, the end was near, and he could already smell death.

It was just that at the moment before he died, he suddenly struggled to fight hard, and with the last trace of strength, he glanced in the direction of Ling Feng's side.

The thin figure in his line of sight was blurred.

But there was no trace of panic in him.

Ye Chen suddenly understood that he had set up a lifelong trap, but in the end he fell into this young trap.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!

He remembered the young man's words again.

At first, he scoffed, thinking that he could determine the world, but

in the end, he was completely planted, and even his own life was lost.

Burst!

The last mouthful of blood was spat out.

The eyelids that weighed as much as a thousand pounds finally closed completely.

Ye Chen, who once stood at the pinnacle of H City and killed countless people, finally died.

Shen Jiang and the rest of the guys turned pale as if they had been struck by lightning.

They suddenly felt like they had lost their souls, and they didn't know what to do.

Ye Chen died, the banner of the gang in H City fell, and the lamp on their road was completely extinguished.

Under the danger before, both of them escaped death, but now they are completely at a loss.

"Ling Feng!"

It took a long time for Shen Jiang to wake up from his trance.

His eyes were red, his heart was like ashes, he just looked at Ling Feng in a daze, and said in a low voice, "What should we do?".

With the backbone gone, he could only pin his last bit of hope on Ling Feng.

"Let's collect Ye Chen's bones first, we can't let him be violently corpsed here.

Glancing at Ye Chen, who had been cut off from his vitality, Ling Feng sighed and said softly.

There is actually no mortal enmity between him and Ye Chen.

But the situation is no longer something he can decide.

What's more, Ye Chen didn't die at his hands, at the last moment, he was in a hurry, and the death qi exploded to eat the vitality.

Throughout Ye Chen's life, he can be regarded as a legend.

Being able to start from scratch and stand in the limelight in an era when there are many talented people can already explain a lot of things.

It's just that he was too greedy and overly entangled in immortality, but he dragged himself into the depths of the quagmire.

"Yes, no matter what, I'm going to take Ye Chen back."

Shen Jiang stretched out his hand to wipe a handful of tears, nodded stubbornly, and greeted the guy next to him, and the two of them worked together to lift Ye Chen to the stone platform, and then set his bones on fire.

The ashes were collected into a bronze jar, which could be regarded as giving Ye Chen a home.

The next two days.

Leaving Shen Jiang and the guy named Ah Ming, the two took care of Long Aotian, while Ling Feng took the black blind man, Zhang Qiling, and a few others along the chains, looking for a way out.

During this period, Long Aotian, who was seriously injured, woke up once and learned the news of Ye Chen's death, and he fainted again in grief.

And the guy with his arm torn off, his injuries have irreversibly deteriorated. Coupled with the blood loss, and the inability to get better treatment, in the end it still failed to hold on, and he also died.

More than 20 people went to the grave, but only five survived.

It's just that no one cares about the pain, people die like lights out, and the most important thing is how can they live?

Fortunately, after two days of exploration, Ling Feng did not find nothing.

He found a large crack in the depths of the chains, from which he felt the flow of the wind.

Together with Zhang Qiling, the end of the crack should be a hole leading to the ground, otherwise there would be no flowing exit.

Didn't stay underground long.

Shen Jiang and Ah Ming took turns carrying Monk Hua on their backs, while Ling Feng and Zhang Qiling were in charge of exploring the way.

The group walked along the crack for nearly a day, and as they walked, several people found that the surrounding environment became more and more familiar, until they saw the familiar coffin.

Ling Feng realized that the group of them had actually passed through the narrow back slope between the Little Saint Snow Mountain and the Five Saint Mountains, and had all the way into the tomb of the Zhenling people.

Such a surprise swept away the shadow brought by the previous death.

Rao is Ling Feng, and he is also breathtaking, who would have thought that

the Zhenling people are not just what they mean on the surface, but that he is indeed really guarding the underground palace of the King of Wannu!

Along that long graveyard, several people returned to the familiar volcanic spring.

Even among those things that were thrown away, Ye Cheng's medicine box was found, and among several people, Shunzi knew a little bit about orthopedic healing, and he re-treated the injuries for Monk Hua.

I rested in a volcanic spring for two days.

The five of them had a dispute over the rest of the trip.

What Shen Jiang and Ah Ming meant was that Ye Chen was dead, and it was inevitable that Long Aotian would come forward to stabilize the situation.

As Ye Chen's last brother, he must take responsibility.

Moreover, Long Aotian's injuries were too serious, and he was on the verge of coma most of the time, and he was pitiful when he was awake.