Life lasts for hundreds of years. Even if one became a Saint, it would only be a thousand years. No matter how powerful one was when they were alive, they would still be a pile of dirt after death.
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How sad and lamentable!
Perhaps one could live forever, but that was after becoming a Saint. For someone like Feng Hao, who was only a Martial Ancestor, there was still a long way to go.
Ancestor, please accept a bow from your descendant, Feng Hao!
After sorting out his emotions, Feng Hao knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times. Only then did he raise his head and look at the skeleton in front of him with a sorrowful expression.
This was the ancestor of his Feng Clan!
Such a peerless character had actually died here. If he hadn't come down to the Heaven's Pit, he wouldn't have known about the existence of such an ancestor.
Could he have died at the hands of the Black Tortoise?
At this moment, Feng Hao noticed that the chest of the ancestor in front of him seemed to have caved in. He felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the body of the Thunder Turtle.
The shell was five or six meters long and two meters wide. Looking at the skeleton, the head was also half a meter wide. All in all, it was definitely at the level of a gigantic beast!
This Thunder Turtle's realm was probably at least at the level of Wu Huang.
So it was a mutual destruction.
Feng Hao sighed.
None of the descendants of the five great savage beasts of the Desolate Antiquity Era were easy to deal with.
Huh?
Turning his head, Feng Hao saw that under the clothes of the ancestor was a roll of beast skin. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the roll of beast skin and carefully unfolded it. He began to read its contents.
I, Feng Ni, am a member of the Feng Clan. In order to kill the Thunder Turtle that has caused trouble in this world, I came here and chased after it for many days without a trace. I met a woman and fell in love at first sight. Thus, we got married. Ten years later, the Thunder Turtle appeared again.
The more he read, the more shocked Feng Hao became.
There was another Feng Clan in this world?
Fenghao's emotions could no longer remain calm.
According to the records on this beast skin, the Patriarch of the Feng Clan was nothing more than a member of the Feng Clan. He had chased after a savage beast that had escaped from the Primordial Ruins and arrived within the borders of the Western Mist Kingdom. Afterwards, he had formed his own clan, which later became the Feng Clan of Yulan City.
Meanwhile, the Thunder Tortoise had made a breakthrough during this ten-year period, and after a fierce battle, it had perished along with its opponent, leaving it with regret for the rest of its life.
From this animal skin, Feng Hao could see the ancestor's deep regret and sorrow.
And this number thirteen was a puppet refined by the Feng Clan. It needed the Feng Clan's bloodline to recognize it as its master. As for the specific realm, the beast skin didn't mention it.
However, before he died, the ancestor of the Feng Clan mentioned that he had poured his own essence into the puppet's body. Thus, this Puppet Number 13's rank should have increased.
At the very least, he should be a Martial King, right?
Looking at the emotionless number thirteen, Feng Hao guessed.
The power of number thirteen was still fresh in his memory. In just an instant, he had been subdued. He, who had the Black Tortoise's innate defense talent, was like nothing under his fist. That one punch almost cost him his life. If he hadn't spat out that mouthful of blood, he would have already died under his fist.
Calm and indifferent!An absolute cold-faced killer!
Number thirteen didn't have his own emotions. He was just a puppet, and Feng Hao didn't know the specific refining method. However, the Feng Clan that Feng Ni spoke of did have that kind of ability.
Could a clan that could refine such a powerful puppet still be an ordinary clan?
Feng Hao never thought that his Feng Clan would have such a great background.
Fortunately, there was still enough space in the ring. Feng Hao put away the ancestor's skeleton called Feng Ni and planned to ask Feng Chen how to deal with it.
After tidying up, Feng Hao stood up, turned around, and looked at the rather wide longsword that was stuck in the Thunder Tortoise's head.
This should be the ancestor's item.
Under the protection of number thirteen, Feng Hao walked over. Looking at the shining longsword in front of him, his heart trembled slightly.
This longsword gave him a different feeling. It seemed that it wasn't just a simple spirit weapon.
Thinking about it, Feng Hao reached out his hand, held the hilt, and pulled hard …
It didn't move.
He pulled it hard again …
It still didn't move.
'What's going on?'
Feng Hao was stunned. With the strength just now, even a few hundred kilograms of boulder should have been blown away, but he couldn't even pull out this longsword. This was really strange, and it made him very puzzled.
Chi!
With a move of his mind, the Qilin's Arm appeared, and a majestic power surged out, capable of uprooting mountains and rivers.
Rise!
Holding the hilt of the sword, Feng Hao exerted force. In the end …
It still didn't move.
How was this possible?
With the strength of the Qilin's Arm, even a thousand-kilogram boulder should have been overturned, but this longsword still didn't move.
I don't believe it!
Feng Hao deeply exhaled a breath of air. Waves of muffled thunder resounded from within his body. His eyes widened as he suddenly let out a loud roar. Ah!
An hour later …
Fenghao's face was flushed red. Beads of perspiration continuously flowed down from his face and his chest heaved up and down anxiously. His gaze was locked onto the longsword and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
In the past hour, he had tried countless methods, but he still couldn't pick up this longsword. On the contrary, he was exhausted.
Number thirteen, you try.
Glancing at number thirteen who was standing at the side, watching the show, Feng Hao called out.
Only the master can use the God Slaying Sword!
The obedient number thirteen didn't do anything. He opened his mouth and spat out a dry sentence.
Only the master can use it?
Feng Hao was stunned, and he was a little discouraged. He asked reluctantly, "Can I?
Yes! "
The dry sentence came out of number thirteen's mouth, and it shocked Feng Hao.
But why can't I pick it up?
Blinking his eyes, Feng Hao asked again.
He knew that number thirteen couldn't be lying. There must be a reason for him to do so.
It needs the master's blood!
A glimmer of light flashed across Thirteen Haotian's bright eyes, but he remained expressionless.
Blood?
Glancing at number thirteen, Feng Hao seemed to understand something. He stretched out a finger and used force, forcing a few drops of blood to drip on the blade of the longsword.
Just like Edgeless, when the blood dripped on the blade, it fused into the blade.
Buzz! …
Following a buzzing sound, the longsword named God Slaying Sword slightly swayed. Then, a burst of dazzling light burst out, forcing Fenghao to squint his eyes.
Swoosh!
The God Slaying Sword leaped up, hovering in the air. The sharp tip pointed at Feng Hao, and without hesitation, it stabbed toward his chest.
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