Feng Lin looked at Rongrong in front of him and asked, "Why?"
"That dragon is very powerful. Even if it is a phantom now, it still has the power of a semi-saint."
Rongrong explained, "He kills people whenever he sees them. If it weren't for him not being able to escape from here, we would have died long ago."
"Then I'm not afraid. If I really can't beat him, I can just escape."
Feng Lin asked with a smile, "In which direction?"
Rongrong pointed to the deepest mountain peak, "On the other side of the mountain peak."
"Thank you."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he flew over there. He wanted to go over and see if there were any fluctuations in the formation near the Dragon Clan.
Even if there is no fluctuation in the formation, perhaps the movement caused by the battle with the dragons can attract the woman to check.
Seeing Feng Lin leaving, Rongrong immediately looked at Hong Shan aside, "Uncle, what do you think we should do?"
"At least now we can see that Feng Lin's strength can indeed help us."
Hong Shan looked at Feng Lin's disappearing figure and said, "We need to change our strategy."
Rongrong nodded, looked at the direction Feng Lin disappeared, and fell into deep thought.
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Feng Lin climbed over the mountains in the distance and found that behind the mountains was a huge virgin forest.
Of course, the forest, like the ruins here, has long been devastated.
After Feng Lin came here, he felt carefully and finally found the aura fluctuations in the distance.
So he flew in the direction of the breath.
Boom!
In the forest below, a golden figure pierced the air like lightning.
The light did not appear in front of Feng Lin, but came behind him.
Feng Lin immediately turned back and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
This middle-aged man has black hair and golden pupils.
However, his head is missing a piece and looks spiky.
On the left side of the head, there is a golden light shining inside.
"Hello, senior."
Feng Lin slightly bowed his hand to the middle-aged man.
"The aura on your body is not a strange beast. Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.
"My name is Feng Lin, a descendant of Yanhuang. I have a very good relationship with the dragon clan. Yinglong is my elder."
Feng Lin was still keeping close to him as usual, since these people were all phantoms anyway.
After a few days, they will lose their memory and will not know who they are or what they said.
"Ying Long? Do you know this little brat?"
The middle-aged man looked at Feng Lin and asked.
"I think the seniors are nice people, but I don't know why you want to scold them?" Feng Lin asked calmly.
"You are a descendant of Yan and Huang, and he is here to help you, so it seems good to you."
The middle-aged man said with a sullen expression, "When our dragon race is in danger of life and death, he doesn't help us, but mixes with other races. Do you think he can be called a good person?"
"Not to you indeed."
Feng Lin nodded. He didn't want to say more on this matter, but stared at the other person and asked, "What's going on with the senior's head?"
"A few days ago, I wanted to become a saint and forcefully break the wall in my head, but I failed."
The middle-aged man pointed at his head and said, "Destroyed by the power of heaven, it cannot be sublimated and repaired. You can only enter the saint and re-stretch the body, but the lost power can never come back."
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"I don't understand what senior said. I came here this time to inquire about one thing. You have been around for such a long time. Are there any formation fluctuations around you?"
Feng Lin got straight to the point.
At least judging from the current conversation, because he is not a Taotie tribe, he has no murderous intention.
"Why should I tell you? For the sake of this boy Ying Long, I will spare you once and go back."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he flew towards the forest below. Feng Lin did not leave. From this middle-aged man's words, he might actually know where the traces of the formation were.
He did not continue to chase, but looked around.
However, this place is much larger than the ancient battlefield that Ye Yourong mentioned before.
It was very difficult for Feng Lin to find traces of the formation here on his own.
But after all, there were elemental remains, so he had no choice but to endure it.
Feng Lin stopped and walked nearby. He put his hand on the ground and felt his surroundings carefully.
This broken world is obviously much more advanced than before.
While he was searching, he noticed that Rongrong and Hong Shan were flying over together.
Rongrong asked curiously: "Feng Lin, why didn't you fight that dragon?"
"Maybe because I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, he did not take action against me."
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Feng Lin looked at Rongrong in front of him and asked, "What? You really want me to fight with the other party?"
"No, I don't want anything to happen to you."
Rongrong smiled like a fox, "I want to ask you a favor."
"We're not familiar with each other, right?"
Feng Lin continued to squat down, looking for formation fluctuations around him.
When he found that there was none here, he walked towards other places.
"I know you won't agree if I ask you to help, but we can give you a treasure."
Rongrong quickly followed and stood in front of Feng Lin and said.
"You can first listen to what they want you to do." Ye Yourong's voice came over.
Feng Lin nodded, looked at Rongrong and asked: "First tell me what you want me to do, and then tell me what treasures you can give me. I can think about it."
Hearing that things had turned around, Rongrong's face suddenly showed joy.
"All we ask is that you can save us from leaving."
Rongrong explained, "To tell you the truth, we are dying."
"What do you mean? Who wants to kill you?"
Feng Lin looked at Rongrong and asked.
"The great elder of our race wants to kill us..."
"Let me tell you."
Hong Shan from afar came over and interrupted Rongrong. He looked at Feng Lin and said, "My eldest brother, Rongrong's father, issued a military order in front of the great elder, saying that he would seize the flowers of the sacred tree."< br>
"We were obviously successful, but in the end an old man with bandages all over his body came. He wanted flowers, and naturally we didn't agree, so a fight broke out and we lost."
Hong Shan continued, "The opponent's ability is very weird, and it is still at the semi-saint level. My eldest brother was killed by the opponent to save us, and the four of us escaped."
"Wrapped in bandages? Black or white?"
Feng Lin asked.
He has indeed seen many of these, such as the earliest Dugu Breaking Dawn, and the Zhou Kui from the ancient battlefield.
It’s not that one of them is wearing a white bandage and the other is wearing a black bandage.
"Do you know the white bandage? Speaking of the other person's aura, he should be a descendant of Yanhuang."
Hong Shan looked at Feng Lin curiously.
"I don't know, I've seen people with black bandages."
Feng Lin didn't want to mention this matter anymore. It had nothing to do with him anyway. He continued to ask, "What will be the consequences if your mission fails?"
"My father's military order was that if he failed to complete the mission, he would die." Rongrong looked at Feng Lin and said.
"Is your father stupid? Why don't you issue a military order?" Feng Lin shook his head.
"You don't understand the tradition of our Taotie tribe. Military orders are a bet. The more difficult it is, the richer the reward will be."
Rongrong's face was full of seriousness, "This is gambling with life. This is the way of our family. My father did this to give us resources for practice." (End of Chapter)