When Feng Lin stepped into this ruins, he immediately thought that he had gone to the wrong place.
The original Apocalypse Holy Palace was filled with buildings, no different from a modern city.
And they also adopt a points system here. The points can be exchanged for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or some simple exercises. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are biased towards the future city.
But at this moment, in the entire ruins, the tall buildings have almost disappeared, replaced by some five or six-story simple Western-style buildings, and the surrounding roads are also in tatters.
“This ruins looks quite high-end.”
Ye Yourong looked at the buildings in all directions and said with a smile.
“This place was more advanced before. It seems something happened.”
Feng Lin said calmly, “I remember that you needed a pass to come in before, but now, there is not even a gatekeeper. None.”
He went deeper and found a white woman, so he walked up.
"Hello, let me ask about something. Two years ago, I was a subordinate of the Mingyan tribe. The last time I performed a mission, I have been trapped until now."
Feng Lin looked at the woman and said, "I finally came out this time, but why did I find that this place has changed?"
"The Dark Flame Clan?"
The brown-haired woman looked at him in surprise. Feng Lin then smiled and said, "Hahaha! It seems that you are lucky, at least you escaped the general cleaning."
"What kind of general cleaning?"
Feng Lin asked flatly, Apparently the woman didn't know him.
"As early as a year ago, the Sun Clan here invited many experts. Since then, the Sun Clan has been the only family in the Apocalypse Temple."
The woman said with a smile, "Don't obey the Sun Clan. Almost all the orders have been purged."
Hearing this, Feng Lin nodded secretly.
Remember that behind the Mingyan Clan is the Xingyuan Clan. The current Xingyuan Clan can’t even protect themselves, so how can they still have time to manage this place.
The Sun Clan wants to rule here, and it is very simple for them.
They have so many perfect ninth levels, and if they send just a few people here, they can easily destroy all those who resist.
“No wonder the buildings here have changed.”
Feng Lin said calmly.
“This place experienced a war before, and almost all the tall buildings were destroyed. This place was rebuilt.”
The woman explained.
"Looking at you, you shouldn't be from the Sun Clan, right?" Feng Lin asked, looking at the woman.
“Of course, it’s just that our clan has long obeyed the Sun Clan. There is nothing we can do about it. In terms of our strength, we can be considered a small force in the outside world at most. But with the protection of the Sun Clan, our status is also It will improve accordingly."
The woman said with a smile.
"Well, you have to be careful in a while. There will be a big battle here. It's best not to go to the depths of the ruins."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he released his energy and turned into a line of fire, disappearing. Here it is.
His figure had disappeared into the sky, and bursts of roaring sounds could be heard in the air.
The woman's hair was flying with the strong wind, and she looked at the place where Feng Lin disappeared with an incredulous look on her face.
Deep in the ruins.
A group of people are sitting here, drinking red wine and admiring the woman's dancing.
In addition to the masters of the Sun Clan, there are also some new Dacheng realm masters who have joined here.
As the world here can use Qi Jin, the people who control this place are no longer hybrids of the Sun Clan, but purebred Sun Clan.
At this moment, the person who controls the Sun Clan here, to be precise, is the person who controls the Apocalypse Temple, named Sancho.
The perfect ninth level of the Sun Clan, a descendant of the Sang family.
Judging from his appearance, he is only fifty years old at the moment.
He was sitting on the sofa, hugging a blond woman next to him. The woman was holding a red wine glass, lying on top of him and feeding him red wine.
Sancho was smiling happily, drinking red wine and watching the dance of several women on the grass in the distance.
The other masters around him are also the same, with beautiful women waiting on them.
"Hahaha! Nice dance."
Sancho lightly snapped his fingers, and a middle-aged man behind him quickly trotted over and lowered his head. "My lord, what are your orders?"
The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Those dancing figures are good, I will reward them to come to my room tonight."
Sancho said with a smile.
“Yes!”
The middle-aged man nodded, and then retreated to where he was standing.
Sancho smiled happily. He originally thought coming here was a chore, but he didn't expect it to be completely different from what he thought.
He knows his own strength. With his talent, the perfect ninth level can be said to be his limit.
It is impossible to enter the sublimation realm in this life.
But in a foreign land, he had to perform tasks, and in most cases his life was in danger.
But here, there is no danger. The tasks assigned to him from above are very simple and can be completed by just sending anyone.
Then all he has left is enjoyment.
Many times he thought about how to block the torrent. In this case, he would be the king here for the rest of his life.
Do whatever you want.
After all, there is no need to practice at the ninth level of perfection, so wouldn’t the rest of the days be all about enjoyment?
Boom!
At this moment, a loud noise came from the sky.
The next moment, Feng Lin's figure fell on the grass.
Several other experts here stood up when they saw someone breaking in.
“How dare you unleash your energy at our cocktail party, you’re going to die!”
“If you dare to disturb our Lord Sang’s mood, come and kill him!”
"Mad! My wine glass was shattered. I'm here to kill you!"
......
Boom!
A red-haired middle-aged man burst out with energy and attacked Feng Lin.
Feng Lin just waved his hand gently, and the man's body shook violently, blood spurted out, and his body flew upside down like a kite with broken strings.
Compared with others here, Sancho is not so arrogant, but there is fear on his face.
"You...you are...Feng Lin!"
Sancho's face was full of shock, and he quickly burst out with energy. The women around him were knocked away, "They were all stunned. What are you doing? Come on!"
After he finished speaking, he ran away into the depths without looking back.
Of course Feng Lin knew that he wanted to escape to the rushing stream over there, and he stepped on the ground.
Boom!
There was a violent roar from the ground beneath our feet, and the torn apart ravines spread hundreds of meters away.
The buildings in the distance were first shattered, then a layer of ice condensed, and they froze again.
Everything around seems to be frozen.
People or things around you, including the red wine in their glasses.
Sancho, who was trying to escape in the distance, was also frozen by the ice and unable to move.
Feng Lin gently snapped his fingers.
Click!
The ice on the heads of all the frozen people around them shattered and disappeared.
Many of them were old people from the Apocalypse Temple, and finally remembered Feng Lin.
But they never imagined that his current strength has improved to this level.
Let their boss here, a dignified and perfect ninth level, run away in fear. (End of this chapter)