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Chapter 1990: Land of Death

"It's almost time to end, right?"

Lu Fan observed Zhang Zihao's body, which had undergone another transformation than before, and murmured to himself.

What is the origin of this person?

According to his adoptive mother, when she found him, there were wolf footprints all over the ground in the ice and snow, and there was a female wolf hiding behind a haystack, watching her take the baby away.

Wolf boy.

Can the body undergo such earth-shaking changes that are different from ordinary people just by feeding them with wolf milk?

The battle lasted for nearly an hour, and finally.

All the invading stone sculptures were smashed.

The warriors followed the stone sculptures of Shifang City monks and gasped for breath.

The crazy eyes gradually returned to calm.

When they wake up completely, they return to reality.

There was no excitement, no excitement, and no ecstasy after winning the battle.

Instead, everyone's face showed a look of sadness.

In these short few hours, they seemed to have experienced centuries, and they experienced great joy and sorrow, all of which were in their hearts.

"Shifang City will not be destroyed by the general trend."

After a long time, Zhang Zihao slowly spoke.

"What?" Lu Fan asked subconsciously.

"Shifang City was not destroyed by the general trend a thousand years ago, but was destroyed by the invasion of foreign enemies and the chaos of war."

Zhang Zihao took a deep breath, gradually regained his senses, then turned around and walked to Lu Fan, continuing to remain silent.

Lu Fan looked at him and hesitated several times, but in the end he did not speak.

"Yeah!"

Song Buyu said hello twice, walked up to the Song family members, and looked at these clan members who had completed their transformation with joy on their faces.

People from the Li family and the Xuanyuan family also walked over.

The three major families have gained a lot from this crack and hole.

The Ten Directions Sword Technique, the improvement of fighting spirit, bloody battle experience, and a substantial step forward in realm.

They were all ecstatic, and even full of expectations for the future.

"Let's keep going. It's already dark. I estimate that Purple Moon Valley will disappear before dawn tomorrow. No matter where we go or what we find, we must turn back in advance to avoid any unexpected situations."

Lu Fan confessed, then glanced at the scattered rocks on the ground again, and then led the team to go deeper.

after an hour.

Ahead, an open space appeared again.

To be precise, it is a grave.

Tombs made of stones were densely packed in the open space in front of them, which was the size of two football fields.

There are so many tombs that you can’t even see the end.

Even the ground looked dead, with no grass growing, and the surrounding trees were all withered. There were no leaves, the trunks were withered, and the bark had fallen off.

An aura of death and decay permeated the dry land.

And the most eye-catching thing is the broken swords, which are either rusty or broken, stuck on every tomb.

No one dared to act rashly and stopped at the edge of the cemetery.

The deathly aura emanating from the tomb in front of them made even Lu Fan and others feel a sense of fear.

They seemed to have arrived at the Cemetery of Gods and Demons, where the smell of death was everywhere.

"Are the monks who died in Shifang City buried in these tombs?"

Zhang Zihao looked at the cemetery in front of him and muttered to himself.

Then right now.

An extremely discordant and violent voice came from behind everyone.

"Fuck your mother, Lu Fan, I finally found you!"


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