Chapter 188: Wasteland

"Oh?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know? Have you been to the land of the enchanted demons?"
　　 The old man was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Yes, there were more than a hundred people when I went, but only seven people came back..."
　　 "Almost all the warriors in the tribe have been folded in that ghost place." The old man's eyes flushed and said: "The old man is really ashamed of his ancestors."
　　 Chen Fan said: "That's just right, I don't have to find others to lead the way."
　　 The old man asked: "You Xiong Jing is so persistent, so you really are not afraid of death?"
　　 Chen Fan laughed and said, "Even you old man are not afraid of death. What is there to be afraid of."
　　 "That's because the old man has lived enough." The old man hummed.
　　 Chen Fan smiled and said, "Since you are not afraid of death, then just take me to the land of the enveloping demons first, and I will give you a good time."
　　 "Okay!" The old man responded happily, seeming to really put life and death away.
　　 Chen Fan asked: "By the way, I don't know your name yet."
　　 The old man said lightly: "Chi You!"
　　 Chen Fan was immediately exasperated: "Hey! You old man with pure heart is taking advantage of me? Do you really mean I don’t know who Chi You is?"
　　 The old man shrugged and said: "The old man's tribe is originally the descendant of the ancient Jiuli tribe, so the successive high priests will be named Chi You the Great."
　　 Chen Fan said in a huff: "Go, I'm still a descendant of ancient beasts. Seriously, what is your name?"
　　 "Li An." The old man reported his real name, and asked, "What is your name, Xiong Jing?"
　　 "You call me Xiong San." Chen Fan asked, "Do you know the high priest Li Feng of the Jufeng tribe?"
　　 A hint of surprise flashed across the old man’s face, then he raised his eyebrows and asked: "Do you know that old miscellaneous hair?"
　　 Yes, listening to this tone seems to not only recognize, but may even be an old enemy.
　　 Chen Fan said calmly: "I've seen it a few times, but I'm not very familiar with it. I saw you both are surnamed Li, and thought it was your relative.
　　 "That old miscellaneous hair is not worthy of the surname Li! Cough cough cough cough!" The old man was suddenly excited, and almost didn't cough himself to death.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited." Chen Fan hurriedly poured a little wine for him to drink it smoothly, and comforted him: "You always want to die until you take me to a place, and it's never too late to die. Don't just go there. Breathless."
　　 The old man rolled his eyes when he heard it, but thinking about himself as a dying person, why was he angry with a bear spirit.
　　 Pushing away Chen Fan's paws, the old man suffocated his drink, and asked with a long sigh: "How is that old Miscellaneous hair in Li Feng? How has it been with you monsters?"
　　 The old man is dying because of himself, so he dare to ask anything.
Chen Fan laughed and said, "I happened to meet the high priest in Jufeng City when I came. It seems that he has gained a lot more weight than in previous years. As for how to oppress, our Tongtian Empire treats imperial subjects. They treat everyone equally and never engage in racial discrimination."
　　 "Hey!" The old man looked unbelievable, and said: "You Xiong Jing don't make up nonsense, can you monsters have this kindness?"
　　 Chen Fan spread his hand and said, "If you always don't believe me, I can't help it, unless you take a look in person."
　　 The old man turned his head and looked back at the east, and sighed softly: "The old man has run out of time, and can't walk anymore..."
　　 Chen Fan flickered: "When I rescued you, I fed you a panacea, and it has cured your internal injuries, so you don't have to worry about living soon."
　　 The old man smiled bitterly and sighed: "If the heart is dead, how is life different from walking dead."
　　 Chen Fan curled his lips, looked around and changed the subject and asked: "You are always a local, can you tell me why this continent is so desolate?"
　　 The old man laughed at himself: "Why can I kill each other. Today you steal a piece of grass from me, and tomorrow I will burn you a piece of wood. No one wants to get it right."
　　 Chen Fan said in surprise: "Is no one in charge?"
"Who cares?" The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The big tribes have always taken care of their own interests. They will only exploit the small tribes they depend on. They will not care about the fights between the small tribes at all, and even want to be happy because there is only one group. The small tribe of scattered sand will not threaten the dominance of the big tribe."
The old man raised his head and sighed: "Ten years ago, the nine tribes were still able to maintain their harmony on the surface. But since the death of the high priest, the nine tribes have been completely divided. A lot of fights and fights are straightforward. When I got on the stage, I didn't even have some hypocritical masks. I beat each other and I never lived together in peace."
　　 Chen Fan finally understands why the western continent is so desolate.
　　 "Stop it." The old man suddenly reminded: "Fly forward and enter the territory of the Tianfeng tribe."
　　 "Very dangerous?" Chen Fan asked rhetorically.
　　 The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Tianfeng Tribe is the strongest tribe among the nine tribes. Do you dare to come here to die if you don't even know who the nine tribes are?"
　　 Chen Fan curled his lips, too lazy to argue with the old man, and asked, "Where is the land of enchantment?"
　　 The old man pointed to the southwest and said, "In the deepest part of the death desert in the southwest, there was originally a dense jungle, but since the battle to seal the demons ten years ago, only sand and bones are left."
　　 Chen Fan glanced at the map to confirm that it was correct, then adjusted the direction and flew toward the southwest.
　　 The old man reminded: "First fly along the coastline to the south. You will be easily spotted by the eyeliners of those big tribes when you swagger through the city like this."
　　 "I just need to fly high." Chen Fan immediately drove the Imperial Lotus to raise the flight altitude, and rushed to the clouds.
　　 The old man panted violently, "The sky is the territory of birds, monsters, and beasts. How high are you going to die? How come you, a bear spirit, don’t even know this common sense, how did you get here across the sea?"
"Rely on this." Chen Fan patted Baolian under his ass, and laughed: "As long as you run fast enough, don't let the monsters catch up~EbookFREE.me~ The old man rolls his eyes silently. , Half is angry, half is blown by the wind.
　　 Chen Fan was afraid that the old man could not catch his breath, so he dared not fly too fast, so he flew quickly towards the death desert in the southwest at subsonic speed.
　　 galloped all the way, flying over mountains and rivers. From time to time, I could see the majestic cities built among the mountains and mountains. Chen Fan found that these human cities were all built in places that were easy to defend and difficult to attack. Occasionally I saw several villages and towns on the plains, but they were all early. Has become a ruin.
　　 "How long will it take to fly at our speed?" Chen Fan asked after going round a snow-capped mountain.
　　 The old man had already been cold and shivered and his face was black and blue. Hearing Chen Fan's question, he replied with a trembling voice: "It will take about three days, but the old man will definitely not be able to support that long."
　　 "Why?" Chen Fan asked knowingly.
　　 The old man furiously said: "You monsters don't know how to respect the old and love the young? Didn't you see that I was freezing to death?"
　　 "Oh, sorry, sorry, my skin is thick, I don't feel cold." Chen Fan smiled and patted Baolian, closing the lotus to block the cold wind.
　　 The old man's eyes widened for a while, almost vomiting blood three liters of anger: "You Xiong Jing absolutely deliberate!"
　　 "Hey, don't get angry with the old man. Come on, take a drink and warm yourself up." Chen Fan took out the wine gourd and smiled.
　　 "Even if the old man froze to death and starved to death, and jumped from here to death, he would never drink your wine again!" The old man insisted.