"I want to see what you can do to me even if I intervene!"
A cold light flashed across Lin Feng's eyes as he also rushed towards the deepest part of the Dead Swamp...
"Swish~"
Passing along the way,
The gray deathly air became heavier and heavier, as if one was in purgatory, breathing became difficult, and the feeling of oppression was overwhelming.
But the number of corpses on the ground is decreasing.
Occasionally, I saw a corpse, most of which were human cultivators who had just passed the tribulation. They were so glorious outside, powerful warriors who guarded a place, but now they were lying cold on the ground, so desolate...
"Lin...Little friend Lin."
At this moment,
Lin Feng heard a weak voice.
He looked over and saw a familiar face.
It’s Lu Ning, the deputy leader of Zhenzong!
At this moment, Lu Ning was weak and had suffered a devastating blow. He was lying on the ground covered in blood, and he raised his head with difficulty to look at him...
Next to Lu Ning,
There was also a familiar face, it was Wei Zixu's master,
The kind old man of the past has now turned into a cold corpse, lying sadly on the ground. The north wind blows, and the old man's blood-stained gray robe is whistling, adding to the desolation.
"Sect Master Lu!"
Lin Feng immediately stepped forward, squatted down, and half-lifted Lu Ning up.
"Beishan Sect is a traitor and plotted against us!"
"Except for me, everyone from our Zhen Sect who came here is dead..."
Lu Ning's voice was weak.
As he spoke, tears of blood welled up in his eyes. He was so grief-stricken that he could hardly contain himself. The leader of a generation actually lay in Lin Feng's arms and cried uncontrollably. His hot tears wet Lin Feng's clothes on his chest.
......
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