In the distance, an absolutely beautiful woman in a white dress stood gracefully beside the stream. She was like a goddess that had descended. Her grace was outstanding and had washed away all her ostentatiousness. At this moment, her head was lowered and no one knew what she was thinking about. The expression on her face was a little desolate. A slight mountain breeze blew, causing her long black hair to flutter. The white dress on her body was like waves that undulated in the air, revealing her graceful and graceful figure.
Finally, slowly, she raised her head. Her red lips trembled slightly, forming a beautiful arc. Her beautiful face was like the calm spring water of a river. When the breeze blew, it was like layers upon layers of blooming epiphyllum. When it suddenly appeared, there was a trace of shyness. It was like the moment when ice and snow melted, moving one's soul.
Everything in front of him was like a beautiful painting. One could not help but be immersed in it.
"Hmm."
Feng Hao withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look at her again. He nodded firmly.
"Brother Hao, you mean that she is the previous Master of Nothingness?"
Yan Qing asked in surprise with her adorable eyes wide open.
After all, this was the tomb of the previous Master of Nothingness. If this woman in white was the master of the tomb, didn't that mean that she was the Master of Nothingness?
Thinking about it, they could not help but look at Feng Hao in confusion.
Because, according to legend, the previous Master of Nothingness was a man. How did he become a woman now?
"She is not the Master of Nothingness …"
Feng Hao shook his head slightly and sighed softly. "Ling 'er, Xin' er, Qing 'er, there are some things that I can't tell you now. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just …"
"Brother Hao, don't say anymore. We know you are doing this for our own good."
Joan Of Arc stretched out her hand and placed it on his lips to stop him from continuing.
The three of them knew very well that as long as they were thinking about themselves, Feng Hao would definitely tell them without reservation. However, there were some things that were better to know than to not know.
Moreover, they believed that one day, Feng Hao would tell them personally.
"You …"
Looking at his three gentle wives, Feng Hao's heart was moved, and he almost couldn't help but let go of everything.
"Brother Hao, if she's not the Lord of the Void, then who is she?"
After a while, Yan Qing couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"She … is the master of this tomb."
Feng Hao repeated. When he saw the three of them looking confused, he explained, "In short, this isn't the tomb of the previous Master of the Void Martial Arts. It's her tomb. It's also because her tomb exists in this area that the Sky of Mysterious Underworld was created. Do you understand now?"
In order to dispel the doubts of the three of them, Fenghao told them everything he knew.
In the end, Qiong Ling 'er and the other two women could not help but inhale a breath of cold air. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
The Sky of Mysterious Underworld was a place where even Saint-level experts would definitely die if they entered.
If the white-robed woman's tomb really did end up in this state, then her background would be far too terrifying.
"This is all I know, and it's just a guess. However, this is indeed her tomb. I can confirm this …"
Seeing that they still wanted to ask, Feng Hao shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter smile.
After a long time, Joan Of Arc and the other two women finally digested the news.
In fact, they didn't digest it, but temporarily suppressed the shock in their hearts.
When they looked at the woman in white again, their gazes were different …
"No wonder. To think that it would possess such might …."
A thoughtful look flashed in Yan Qing's eyes. She withdrew her gaze and asked Feng Hao, who was smiling bitterly, "Brother Hao, what do you plan to do?"
"This …"
Seeing that the three of them were looking at him, Feng Hao scratched his head in distress. "I don't know, but she seems to have lost her memory. It seems that her realm has completely disappeared, and she doesn't have the ability to protect herself … It's better to let her stay by my side for the time being. I think if she recovers her memory, she should leave."
Hearing his words, Joan Of Arc, Wan Xin, and Yan Qing looked at each other. Although they were a little sad, they nodded slightly.
The woman in white's mind was as pure as a piece of white paper, and she had lost her memory. Speaking of which, she was also a pitiful person. If they were to ask Feng Hao to leave her alone, they wouldn't be able to say such words.
…
When Feng Hao returned with the four women, Wu Neng had already been tortured to death by Gui He. Those who were hiding in the dark also quietly left, not daring to have any evil thoughts.
After all, the people from the Shaman Spirit Clan were the best example. They didn't think that they were stronger than the people from the Immortal Organization.
Seeing Feng Hao's group of five flying over, Xie Yandong and the others looked at them with a strange gaze.
This kid really enjoyed the bliss of having multiple partners.
"Brother Gui He."
Because of the shyness of the beauty behind him, Feng Hao couldn't help but glare at them. Only then did he look at Gui He, who still had a mournful expression.
He didn't know how to comfort him. Along the way, Yan Qing and the other two women also explained the process in detail to him.
Speaking of which, the cause of everything was because of him. If he hadn't offended Wu Neng back then, this wouldn't have happened.
Therefore, he felt extremely guilty at this moment.
"It's alright. My brothers died a worthy death and brought glory to the clan. I'll report it truthfully after retrieving the clan's rare treasure."
Gui He retracted the mournful emotions in his eyes. His eyes began to focus and flickered with hatred. He slowly clenched his fists.
This time, he hated the entire Shaman Spirit Clan.
"Brother Gui He, don't worry. In the future, we'll kill those bastards from the Shaman Spirit Clan together. Damn it, it's too infuriating."
Longyue Pass was the first to die and yelled righteously. When the Shaman Spirit Clan was mentioned, he was also filled with anger.
After almost being killed twice, no matter how good-tempered a person was, he would still bear a grudge.
A sharp glint flashed across Xue Mo's eyes.
If it wasn't for Feng Hao's timely arrival, he would have reached the end of his life as a Divine Divination Master.
"My condolences."
Feng Hao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
This matter definitely wouldn't end with the death of Wu Neng. Moreover, the Shaman Spirit Clan might not let go of those who killed Wu Neng.
The enmity between the two sides had been completely formed because of this matter.
"Let's go. It's time to go out."
After wandering around this world, everyone went to the main hall to take a look. After searching for a while, they didn't find anything and decided to leave the tomb.
Outside, there was still a storm waiting for them.
[Fifth update.]
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