Chapter 144 Ancient Ruins from the Old Era

Author: Kitten wants to become a fairy

Chapter 144 Ancient Ruins from the Old Era

Everyone's moods were a little complicated along the way, especially the big brother Chen Boxu who took the lead...

"Is something going to go wrong?" Chen Boxu muttered in his mind.

To be honest, the escape route of the Tuso Tree is a bit too weird.

Because logically speaking, it should stay in the tribe and serve as the patron saint.

But judging from the route it moved in the wasteland, it seemed like it came from the Yellow King's Courtyard.

Lane's tribe is to the east.

The Huangwang Courtyard is to the west.

The distance between these two places is quite large.

And according to Ryan's story, the Tusuo Tree has never revealed the fact that it can move to outsiders.

In Ryan's memory.

The Tusuo Tree has always been like an ordinary tree, growing in the soil and motionless.

"In other words... this tree did not stay in the tribe... but went to the direction of the Yellow King's courtyard... and was chased all the way..."

"Why does it go to the Yellow King's Courtyard?"

"Who knows..."

Chen Bofu shook his head helplessly. Faced with Chen Jing's question, he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

Originally, the old man wanted to take his grandson on a leisurely outing, but the plan couldn't keep up with the change. Now it seems...

The outing plan had to be terminated early.

"It's so fast to fly..."

Wei Nan has become accustomed to the feeling of flying in the sky.

After all, Baiage's nickname of "steady as an airliner" is not unfounded.

"Ahead is the Yellow King's Courtyard..."

Ryan pointed to a ruined wall in the wilderness in the distance and said.

This place is no stranger to him.

After living in the wasteland for so many years, he knew all the ancient ruins not too far from the tribe, and even sneaked in to visit them.

"The place is empty, there is nothing, and there shouldn't be anyone hiding there..." Ryan said with considerable experience.

"That's impossible to say."

Chen Bofu frowned, feeling that something was wrong in the wilderness ahead.

The moss on the ground seems to be covered by some strange things...like rocks of different colors?

Take another closer look.

Chen Bofu's expression suddenly changed.

He slapped Baia Ji's back hard to make him stop first.

"What the hell?! Why are there so many dead people?!"

At this time, not only Chen Boxu's expression changed, but also the slightly stupid Wei Nan realized that something was wrong.

Because the ground near the ancient ruins was densely packed with corpses.

Chen Jing took a deep breath, tried to calm down his inner uneasiness, and said softly to Bai Aji.

"Fly higher."

Baiaji nodded silently, then slowly flapped his wings and gradually climbed up into the sky.

The further away from the ground.

The pile of corpses near the ancient ruins... looks even more spectacular.

As Ryan introduced to everyone before.

The Huangwang Courtyard looks like a dilapidated ancient ruins.

There is no complete building.

There were gray gravel and gravel everywhere.

Since the surface of the ancient ruins is paved with a layer of gray stone bricks, when viewed from a high altitude, the contrast between the surface of the ruins and the landscape of the nearby wasteland is particularly strong.

Without the green moss covering, you can roughly see an extremely regular gray circle...or in other words, a huge totem!

Those unknown grooves on the ground of ancient ruins play an outlining role just like the lines under a paintbrush.

The details of the totem are depicted extremely delicate and clever, just like the pattern on the Huang Wang Holy Grail.

The place, nothing to find.

But these corpses ... what's the matter?

Hundreds of thousands of corpses are piled around the ancient ruins.

Among them, the huge polluting corpses account for the majority, and only a small part is a wanderer who dresses differently.

"No ... I have been here before ..." Ryan murmured, with a trace of panic in his tone, "At that time, there was nothing ..."

"How long did you come here last time?" Chen Botu asked.

"A few months ago ..." Ryan replied.

Chen Botu nodded without a word, and observed it carefully, and his tone gradually became dignified.

"Those polluted corpses ... there are three or four ... strength is stronger than the tree of Tuko ..."

"Fuck! Or let's withdraw it!" Yan Nan felt cold behind his back, and a goosebumps were set up. "The strength of that tree is equivalent to the old descent of the sequence four or sequence five, which is better than it.

, Isn't that the sequence 6? "

After that, Yan Nan shrank back and hid behind Chen Jing.

"Master Chen, kill these polluting species ... will it be as strong as you?"

"Where do I know?" Chen Bomu's expression became increasingly ugly, and he also counted ...

On the wasteland near Yongye and Yongye, there are only a handful of people who can fight him, and he knows those people.

So at this time, Chen Boxu had begun to hold his fingers and compares according to the "enemy" in the memory.

With strength, there are means.

After killing people, you can hide your own breath and not remain at the scene.

It looks like ...

"There someone there!"

Suddenly said.

Chen Botu looked at the direction of Yan Que ... I saw that in the pile of corpse mountains, there was indeed a thin and dry figure that was slowly moving.

That person, Chen Bomu did not know, and didn't even have a little impression.

And the breath of that person ...

Just like worshiping Aji.

There is no breath.

If you didn't see him standing there, I am afraid that even Chen Bomu could not perceive his existence.

"Is he a member of the ancient race?" Chen Botu gave birth to this guess in his heart, and his pupils were instantly tightened.

at the same time.

The crowd of Xianting's Xinbu walk towards the center of the ancient site, and suddenly looked up without warning.

I don't know if the two parties are too far apart, or the other party uses some means.

That person's face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden mist.

Only those eyes without any human emotions are exposed.

Sen cold, indifferent.

It is full of strange and unspeakable death.

It's like a silent dead corpse or artificial cold machinery.

When Chen Jing's eyes had contact with him, even if the other party did not show too much hostility, Chen Jing still felt a bone chill.

"This person looks at the face ..."
To be continued...