Chapter 393: God-Killing Sword

Life lasts for hundreds of years, and even if you become a saint, it only lasts for a thousand years. No matter how powerful you were during your lifetime, you will still be nothing but a cup of loess after your death.

How sad!

Maybe he can live forever, but that will only happen after he becomes a saint. For Feng Hao, who is the Wuzong, there is still a long, long way to go.

"My ancestors, please accept the descendant Feng Hao's obeisance!"

After kowtowing three times, he raised his head and looked at the bones in front of him, his eyes showing sadness.

This is the ancestor of my Feng family!

Such a peerless person actually died here. If he hadn’t come down to the sinkhole himself, he would never have known that he had such an ancestor.

"Did he die at the hands of Xuanwu?"

At this time, Feng Hao discovered that the ancestor's chest in front of him seemed to have collapsed, and a chill came into his heart. Looking at the Thunder Turtle's body aside.

The shell is five to six meters long and two meters wide. Looking at the skeleton, the head is also half a meter wide. Overall, it is definitely a giant beast!

This thunder turtle’s realm is at least that of the Martial Emperor.

“It turns out we all died together.”

Feng Hao sighed.

None of the descendants of the five ancient super ferocious beasts are easy to mess with.

　“Huh?”

Turning around, Feng Hao saw that there was a roll of animal skin placed under the clothes in front of his ancestor’s knees. He hesitated. After a while, he picked up the roll of animal skin, carefully unfolded it, and began to read the contents on it.

"I, Feng Ni, am a member of the Feng family. I came here to punish the Thunder Turtle who caused trouble in the world. I followed for many days, but no trace was found. I met a woman and fell in love with her at first sight, so we got married. , ten years later, the Thunder Turtle reappeared, lost to the enemy, and died together, what a pity!..."

The more Feng Hao watched, the more frightened Feng Hao became.

“Is there another Feng family in this world?”

Feng Hao’s mood could no longer be calm.

It is recorded on this animal skin that the ancestor of the Feng family is just a descendant of the Feng family. After hunting down the ferocious beasts that escaped from the ancient ruins, he came to the Xilan Kingdom and then got married. Only then did the Magnolia City Feng Family come into being.

Thunder Turtle took advantage of ten years to break through. After a great battle, they both died together, regretting for the rest of their lives.

From this animal skin, Feng Hao could see the deep regret and sadness of his ancestors at that time.

And this No. 13 is a puppet refined by the Feng family. It requires the blood of the Feng family to recognize the master. The specific realm is not mentioned on the animal skin.

However, when the Feng family ancestor was about to die, he mentioned that he had injected his own essence into the body of the puppet servant. Therefore, the rank of the puppet servant No. 13 should still be high. There will be an improvement.

"You should at least be able to become the King of Wu, right?"

Looking at No. 13, who had no emotion at the side, Feng Hao thought.

The power of No. 13 was still fresh in his memory. It only took him a moment to restrain himself. With the Xuanwu defense talent, he was like a fake under his fist. He almost missed it with one punch. He was about to take his own life. If he hadn't spurted out that mouthful of blood, he would have died under his fist.

Calm, indifferent! Absolute cold-faced killer!

No. 13 has no emotions of his own. He is just a puppet. Feng Hao cannot know the specific refining method. However, the Feng family that Feng Ni said has that Such ability.

A family that can produce such a powerful puppet is still an ordinary family?

Feng Hao never thought that his Feng family would have such a big background.

Fortunately, there was enough space in the ring, so Feng Hao collected the bones of the ancestor named Feng Ni and planned to ask Feng Chen how to deal with it.

After finishing cleaning up, Feng Hao stood up, turned around, and caught a glimpse of the rather wide long sword inserted into Lei Ya's head.

“This should be the belonging of our ancestors.”

Under the protection of No. 13, Feng Hao walked over and looked at the long sword flickering in front of him. His heart was slightly shaken.

This long sword gave him a different feeling. It seemed that it was more than just a spiritual weapon.

Thinking about it, Feng Hao stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out hard...

It didn’t move.

Pull it out harder...

Still nothing.

"What's going on?"

Feng Hao was stunned. With his strength just now, even a boulder of several hundred kilograms should have been blown away, but even this He couldn't even pull out the long sword, which was really weird and puzzled him.

"Chi!"

With a thought, the Qilin Arm appeared, and the majestic power surged out, capable of pulling up mountains and rivers.

　“Give it to me!”

Holding the hilt of the sword, Feng Haofeng exerted force, but...

The threads still remained unmoved.

"How is this possible?"

With the power of the Qilin Arm, even a huge boulder should have been overturned, but this long sword still did not move.

“I don’t believe it!”

Taking a deep breath, thunderous sounds resounded from Feng Hao’s body, His eyes widened and he shouted loudly, "Ha!"

Half an hour later...

"Hoo!...Hoo!... ”

Feng Hao’s face was red, sweat was flowing on his cheeks, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. His eyes were always locked on the sword, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. .

Within half an hour, he tried countless methods, but still failed to pick up the long sword. On the contrary, he was very tired.

"No. 13, try it."

Glancing at No. 13, who was standing aside watching the excitement, Feng Hao called out.

"Only the master can use the 'God-Killing Sword'!"

The obedient No. 13 did not make any moves. He opened his mouth and spat out a dry sentence.

"Only the master can use it?"

Feng Hao was stunned, feeling a little discouraged, and asked unwillingly, "Then can I?"
< br /> "Yes!"

The hard words came out of No. 13's mouth, which made Feng Hao stunned.

“But why can’t I pick it up?”

After blinking, Feng Hao asked again.

He knew that No. 13 could not lie. If he said this, there must be truth in it.

"Need the master's blood!"

Shi Sanhao's bright eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, but he still said dryly.

"Blood?"

Glancing at No. 13, Feng Hao seemed to understand something. He stretched out a finger and used force to force out a few drops of blood. Drops fell on the blade of this long sword.

Exactly the same as ‘Wufeng’, the blood dripping onto it is integrated into the sword body.

"Buzz!..."

With a buzzing sound, the long sword named 'God-killing Sword' began to shake slightly. , and then a burst of dazzling light burst outThe bright light made Feng Hao have to squint his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

The God-killing Sword jumped up and hung in the void. The sharp tip of the sword was pointed directly at Feng Hao, and it aimed at his chest without hesitation. Stab over.