Chapter 392 No. 13

Within the thunder field, in addition to thunder and lightning, the arcs mixed and collided with each other, filled with the aura of violence and destruction, killing everything.

“You mean, he is your master, and I have his bloodline?”

To confirm, Feng Hao asked again.

He couldn’t believe that his ancestor could possess such power.

Not to mention the killing of Xuanwu’s son Lei Gui, but also the tall and cold-faced killer in front of him. He has definitely surpassed the existence of Wu Zun, and even such an existence is still the servant of his ancestors. That’s it!

So, how tyrannical has this ancestor of the Feng family become?

Why is this powerful family located in Xilan, which is the middle-grade kingdom?

Moreover, it was just a small family force in the kingdom. Why did he leave nothing to the family? Not even a message.

All this made Feng Hao unable to accept it.

Why did a family with such a strong person fall into such a state of decline?

"Yes, you are the descendant of the master, and you have the master's bloodline! The master has said that the person with his bloodline is my new master!"

Kuaiwei The man said dryly, and became cold and ruthless again, standing there respectfully, like a puppet.

"The descendants of the master? The new master?"

Feng Hao was shocked and recalled what this tall man said before.

He followed the unknown ancestor of the Feng family, but the black tower here has been built for thousands of years.

Doesn’t that mean that this burly man has lived for thousands of years?

This is absolutely impossible!

Ordinary people can live up to a hundred years, and then every time they break through a realm, they can live an extra hundred years. In other words, even King Wu can only live eight years at most. Just a hundred years.

But this burly man has existed for thousands of years, or even longer!

How did he do it?

"So, who are you?"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Hao's eyes surged with a purple flame, which seemed to be able to detect everything in the world.

　“I am number thirteen!”

　A voice without any emotion came out of the mouth of the burly man.

　“Are you not a human being?”

Under the purple eyes, Feng Hao saw that the heart of this tall man who called himself No. 13 had already stopped beating, but within his body, there were rays of gleaming light. Shuoshuo's silk threads are flowing, and these threads contain a majestic power. If it breaks out in an instant, the entire Xilan King City will be blown away.

That’s why Feng Hao asked such a question.

He felt that this No. 13 should have been dead for a long time, and at this time, he existed only by virtue of the sparkling energy in his body.

That kind of energy actually gave him a familiar feeling...

Mr. Fen!

Yes, every time Fen Lao appears, it seems to be the same kind of energy. However, there is a big difference in its purity, but the type of energy is definitely the same.

Essence?

"I am number thirteen!"

The burly man still said the same, shaped like a puppet, but he could talk.

“No. 13.”

Feng Hao’s brows furrowed together.

This number 13 is obviously just a code name, that is to say, there are numbers 1 to 12 in front of it.

Thinking about it, Feng Hao was shocked.

There are thirteen or even more men with such power.

How terrifying is this Feng family? How could he have such a powerful servant!

Faintly, Feng Hao's mind was confused.

He found that he did not understand his family less and less.

The Feng family, which was originally very ordinary, has now become extremely mysterious, even terrifying.

Why does the Feng family have such powerful ancestors? Why has the Feng family become so depressed now? Have all the other slaves like No. 13 been killed? Who is the enemy? Who in this world has such power?

He cannot answer every question.

Also, why did I derive that inexplicable heat energy after eating the meat of a monster?

Perhaps Fen Lao knew all this, but he was too weak at that time, so he didn't say anything.

"Huh!..."

Taking a long breath, Feng Hao knew that if he wanted to know all this, he must have absolute strength.

But now, in front of this No. 13, I have no power to resist. So, knowingIf you don't know the reason, what can you do? What can be changed?

It’s just more trouble!

"What on earth is it?"

Feng Hao wanted to know why this burly man, who obviously had no signs of life, was still alive.

Puppet? puppet?

The man didn’t know how to answer, so he could only ask Mr. Fen again in the future. Moreover, Feng Hao vaguely felt that Mr. Fen understood this, and the good things he was talking about might be referring to these ten things. Number three!

"Then I will call you Thirteen from now on."

Feng Hao said to the man No. 13 with a deep expression.

"Good master."

No. 13 still answered very dullly, standing beside Feng Hao, looking like a bodyguard.

"Yeah."

Feng Hao was not dissatisfied with this loyal and powerful bodyguard, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his lips.

Having guarded this place for thousands of years, there is no doubt about its loyalty.

"Thirteen, I want to go there to worship my ancestors, you open the way!"

Standing, you have to lean on the rock wall, so I have no choice but to ask for help from No. 13.

　“Yes!”

In response, No. 13’s pupils lit up, and a majestic aura spread out from him, forming an aura. Isolate all surrounding arcs.

Following No. 13, Feng Hao walked towards the place where the ancestor of the Feng family died.

Walking to the figure sitting cross-legged, No. 13 stepped aside.

In front of me, there is a relatively complete body. The appearance can no longer be seen clearly. Only the bones are left. The body is covered with a very smooth gown. After thousands of years, it has not decayed at all. Mark of.

Looking at this skeleton, Feng Hao couldn’t tell what he felt.

He could imagine that the ancestor of the Feng family in front of him was definitely a powerful figure. Otherwise, he would not be able to kill the Thunder Turtle.

And even such a person cannot escape death. After thousands of years, he will be nothing more than a cup of loess. Compared with ordinary people, he is not much different, but he has lived longer. Just some years.

However, isn’t it true that people practice cultivation just to live for hundreds more years?

　“Can people not die?”

Such an idea suddenly jumped into Feng Hao's mind.

Even the Emperor Wu can only live for nine hundred years. Only the legendary saint who can subvert the world can live for a thousand years. However, even a saint can only live for one death.

Then, how can we live forever?