Chapter 693: Blood Book [Jiagen II]

"Om ..."
弑 Excalibur is constantly shaking and pulsating out a halo that is invisible to the naked eye.
The old people were sobbing in tears and crying out, and they bowed down to the soldiers and seemed to be welcoming the return of the soldiers.
This is the wind family without it. The wind family cannot stand on top.
For a long time on the scene, Feng Hao and the girl or a dozen other elderly people were already crying with excitement.
The old people's red sincerity Fenghao saw a deep guilt in the center of his eyes
Everything is due to the loss of Emperor Soldiers
After the Emperor soldiers were lost, the entire Fengjia was supported by these old people without their hard work. Today's Fengjia has long collapsed.
They are suffering very much, mainly mentally. Every day, they have to be shocked. They are afraid that the family members have no sense of security.
Now the emperor soldiers are finally back. The emotions of the old people are completely released, and the emperor soldiers are like a psychic spirit. They seem to be comforting these old people and let them slowly calm down.
"Woohoo ..."
The girl who was infected by the emotions of the old people also cried with red eyes and cuddled, and she continued to comfort her
For a long time, the old people's emotions were settled. At this time, their eyes were on Feng Hao. Suddenly, their eyes were full of doubts.
Feng Hao is too strange for them, but the strange thing is that the Emperor soldier now seems to be in his hands, which makes the old antiques do not understand what happened.
After taking a closer look at the young man's cultivation, he only had Wu Zun's first level and the second floor. Wu Yuan in his body was just ordinary, and he didn't even have the attributes.
This makes them all unacceptable because they understand that there can be emperors who can hold emperors. No doubt even people at their level cannot control the emperors so easily.
How could a person in the imperial vein be Wu Zun in this age?
This makes them wonder
Then their eyes swept through the wind and stayed for a while. Finally, their eyes were on San Lao and he was looking forward to his explanation.
Because this person appeared in San Lao, it must be related to San Lao.
"What happened to the third child? Who is this young man?"
An old man of the same age as the old man asked the old man and the other old people were looking forward to his answer.
Both the Emperor's pulse and the Emperor's soldiers are extremely important to the Feng family. The right arm and the left arm are indispensable, and the young man now has both. It is to be a pillar of the Feng family.
And this is the people who want to be the pillars of the family. They don't even know the way or even the family members.
"call..."
San Lao exhaled deeply and exclaimed the excitement in his heart. Then he looked at Feng Hengkou slowly and said, "This thing is explained by Feng Heng. He is clearer than me."
The old man is obviously intentional and he wants this branch to rise again and come into the eyes of the clan people, and to eliminate those unnecessary exclusion and indifference
As soon as he said that the eyes of the old people were naturally placed on the windy body, suddenly their brows were slowly frowning, and even a few old people wanted to say something, but the three old men they saw were cautious. In the end, I didn't say it, but there was still a different color in the eyes.
For these three old men, I just sighed in his heart. He knew that it would take a long time for everyone to give up his prejudice against this branch.
"Elders"
Feng Heng first cast grateful gazes at the three old men, then arched his waistband towards the old men, and did not care about the strange eyes of the old men, but said with a few tremolos in diameter. The descendants of the ancestor Fenghao "
"what?"
"The descendants of the ancestors against the wind?"
"How is this possible? Isn't the wind ancestor ancestor yet to fall?"
In a short sentence, the old people's looks were all chaotic. They exclaimed in their eyes full of surprise, surprise, and deep shock.
Feng Ni is undoubtedly a man who loves and hates everyone in the Feng family. His talents and achievements have surpassed the Feng family's emperor's veins. At that time, all peoples regarded him as the person who was most likely to become an emperor.
It can be seen how much the veteran of the Feng family at the time valued Feng Feng directly as his hope for the future and rise of the Feng family
But he disappeared for no reason, and he disappeared with the emperor ...
This undoubtedly cuts off the future and hope of Fengjia. What's more important is that Fengjia, who has lost his imperial soldiers, has become lonely.
"what on earth is it?"
The old man who had just spoken asked, his eyes locked tightly, and he asked,
In the eyes of everyone, the wind should have fallen in which forbidden place because the forces have stipulated that the saints must not live in order to preserve the peace of the world or the mainland will collapse again. Even the Tianwu continent will no longer exist, so everyone has only a dead end
Who else can leave the saints who have not been born?
Now there is such a sudden descendant that they can't figure it out.
If the wind is alive, why doesn't he come back?
"Elders, this is the testament of my ancestors."
Feng Heng took out the blood book written by Feng Ni and handed it to the talking old man
The old man held the blood book and looked at the blood words written on it one by one. The tears appeared in his eyes. The hands holding the blood book were also shaking slightly.
What is the end of the hero?
Then the blood book was passed on to every old man, and their looks were sad and even tearful.
The meaning left on the blood book made them feel as if they were physically present and felt the wind against their feelings at the time. The feeling made them feel like they were pressing a big rock in their hearts.
Pain, torture, helplessness
At this time, they didn't blame, but sighed deeply. {Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}