One day later, as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipated, Wufeng Valley fell into silence.

The strong wind that had originally raged between this world was gone at this moment. The valley showed its original appearance.

The earth is in a mess, with a hint of desolation and depression.

"call……"

As a breath of turbid air was exhaled, Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes from the practice.

"Congratulations to the young master for gathering Taoist seeds again and obtaining the inheritance!"

Feeling Wang Hao's eyes, Feng Yunqing's drooping eyes twitched for a moment, took a deep breath, and congratulated Wang Hao.

The third level of the Divine Palace Realm, the third Taoist seed, and even the inheritance of the Wind Clan... Wang Hao did it!

The breaking of the enlightenment stone and the statue of the former saint is enough to tell everything.

From then on, the Feng Clan has no holy land! Feng Yunqing's heart is mixed with all kinds of feelings.

"Wind Clan!"

Hearing Feng Yunqing's words and retracting his thoughts, Wang Hao's eyes flashed with complex eyes.

"Come here!"

Wang Hao looked at Feng Yunqing and said.

"What are the instructions for the young master?"

The wind and clouds are clear and there is a hint of doubt.

But before Wang Hao could come back to his senses, he had already pressed his hand on Feng Yunqing's forehead.

boom……

The next moment, a terrifying aura erupted.

"Young Master, you..."

Feng Yunqing widened his eyes, disbelief. He wanted to resist, but he had no ability.

In a blink of an eye, a burst of energy burst into Feng Yunqing's mind.

The next moment, Feng Yunqing saw strange scenes.

It is not the era of Tao that it is, a saint standing in the sky as dazzling as the sun. He is the saint of the Feng Clan! This is the ancestor of the Feng Clan.

When the saint stepped into the holy path and returned, the heaven and earth moved. All the people of the Feng clan were happy.

From then on, there will be a saint in the Wind Clan and will reach the top.

"The Holy Way in the East Wilderness has been cut off. We should continue the Holy Way..."

Looking into the sky from afar, a firm look flashed in the eyes of the Feng Clan's ancestor, murmured.

Immediately afterwards, the picture turned around, and the book titled Man in Black, the man in Black changed his spirit from the Linfeng Clan, and his figure flew out of the valley, entangled with the men in black.

A earth-shaking war broke out.

Saint, saint! Or saint!

Among the five men in black who appeared, there were actually three saints and two powerful Wanxiang Realm powerhouses.

In the end, four men in black died and one injured, but the first saint of the Wind Clan was also dead! After the seriously injured saint of the Black Clan left, the first saint of the Wind Clan was exhausted! Returning to the valley, he turned into a stone statue, guarding the Wind Clan, leaving his last words, inherited within the stone statue, and those who have the fate will get it! Those who have the opportunity should recast the holy path and take the Eastern Wilderness to get rid of their fate...

hiss……

As the scene fell, Feng Yunqing took a breath of air conditioning.

The ancestor of the Feng Clan, how did the Feng Clan's pride fall like this?

Who are those men in black? Why did they attack the ancestors? What exactly happened to the Eastern Wilderness? Why did the road to the holy path be cut off? What fate did the ancestors want to help the Eastern Wilderness get rid of?

Buzz...

Before Feng Yunqing could think about more, the picture appeared again.

All the scenes are the scenes of the Feng clan leader gathering Taoist seeds on the enlightenment stone in the past dynasties. All the scenes of the Feng clan leader inheriting the will of the ancestors!

Recast the holy path and change your destiny! This is the mission of the Wind Clan.

Until another scene appeared, Feng Yunqing seemed to know something.

Emperor Ye Qing, a proud young man, came to the Feng Clan. He told the Feng Clan that he wanted to change his name against the will of heaven and to change the fate of the Eastern Wilderness...

The leader of the Feng Clan decided to help him. Countless geniuses of the Feng Clan followed Ye Qing's rival to leave Wufeng Valley.

"Who is Ye Qingdi? Could it be..."

Looking at the scene of the Feng clan genius leaving, Feng Yunqing's heart stirred up storm.

"Captain, we won! We won, we took the first step..."

The picture changed, and I don’t know how many years have passed, a Feng tribe man hurriedly returned to Wufeng Valley with an excited face.

The patriarch burst into tears.

"Xian Sheng, have you seen it? Someone is walking that path! He did it! The East Wilderness is unified. From now on, we will no longer be the descendants of sinners. Emperor Ye will take us and get back our original glory, we..."

Kneeling in front of the stone statue of the former saint, the patriarch of the Feng clan cried loudly.

"Emperor Ye, that Emperor Ye Qing is indeed the Emperor of Eternal Eternal!"

Fengyunqing felt turbulent in his heart, I don’t know what it felt like.

The Feng Clan used their blood and the lives of countless geniuses to break out of the sky with Emperor Ye.

"Clan leader! We are defeated! We are defeated! Emperor Ye is defeated!"

Suddenly, the picture changed, and it was a deep night.

A strong man from the Wind Clan covered in blood rushed into Wufeng Valley, with a sad face.

"What?"

The clan leader's expression changed drastically, and the brilliance burst out in his eyes.

"Lost! The holy path is hard to be recast after all. Emperor Ye did his best. We... are over! They are all over! Those people are here. Guan family! It is Guan family! They deceived us! The generals and generals are gone, and the entire army of my Feng clan's children is destroyed! Emperor Ye... Emperor Ye's life and death are unknown!"

Blood and tears flowed from the eyes of the disciples of the Wind Clan.

The head of the Feng clan's tribe looked pale and seemed to have been exhausted.

"I'm not willing!"

The head of the Wind tribe gritted his teeth and let out a low roar!

Why, why did the last step fail? Why did those people come at this time!

Guan Family!

Those damn guys!

Rumble...

Suddenly the picture changed again.

The night is deep, the sea of ​​fire is surging, and the wind is sweeping!

"Class leader! No, the men in black...the men in black are here!"

"There are also Guanjia! The people from Guanjia are here too!"

"They broke into my Wufeng Valley..."

"No one can deal with it! My Feng Clan hero is out, and the people who can resist in Wufeng Valley have been killed..."

Between the heaven and earth, there were waves of roars and cries...

Blood!

Endless blood stained the whole world red, and corpses could be seen everywhere on the ground...

"Wind Clan, the opportunity has been given to you! Decades ago, we could kill half of your personnel, and today, we can completely erase you! From now on, there will be no Wind Clan in the world!"

In the sky, a cold sound came.

Endless killing is permeating.

"My Wind Clan... is over!"

The head of the Feng clan cut off his arm, his face was bloodless, and he looked at the scene in front of him with a look of despair.

"Clan leader, the world is in chaos!"

"All Emperor Ye's efforts were in vain!"

Several men from the Wind Clan who were urging death to death were full of reluctance and started crying loudly.

"Do you regret it?"

The head of the Wind Clan suddenly looked at the remaining Wind Clan people and asked.

"No regrets!"
To be continued...