Chapter 409: Farewell (9200)

The future world.

After passing through the space channel, what appeared before Feng Qi's eyes was the familiar scene of the dilapidated Star City.

The Star City under the shining blood moon was full of decayed traces eroded by the years.

The prosperity of human civilization has become a thing of the past, and has become a page in the history of certain ethnic groups.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist gathered his body, looked at him and said:

"My clone still has the energy to entangle with Xiao Hei. Do you want to go to the Mist King City with me next? I can teach you some practical things there, which may be useful for your subsequent timeline."

Hearing this, Feng Qi grinned and said:

"Okay, I am also curious about what your Mist King City looks like."

As he said, Feng Qi looked down at the little sucker who was still sleeping in his arms, and reached out to rub her little head.

After he left, she hoped that the sucker and the descendants of the dawn could survive under the protection of the Lord of the Mist.

The only thing that worried him now was that the sucker was unwilling to leave him.

If that time really comes, he can only ask the Lord of Mist to take compulsory measures.

Otherwise, Sucker will inevitably fight against Xiao Hei again.

At this time, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind:

[I feel sorry for Sucker. He has never won in so many timelines. This time, Sucker does not need to take action in the future dream line. When the clone of Lao Mi is defeated, Xiao Hei's strength will probably be liberated to a certain extent. Even if Sucker can delay, it is obvious that he can't hold on for too long. ]

The narrator's thoughts are the same as Feng Qi's.

So in this timeline, he wants the descendants of Dawn to be with Sucker and survive under the protection of Lao Mi, without having to fight for himself.

As for where their future lies, even Lao Mi feels a little confused about the future, and he can't find the answer.

Perhaps the descendants of Dawn and Sucker can climb to the top with the Lord of Mist, go against the tide, and become pioneers of the new world.

Or they will perish with Lao Mi in the increasingly cruel racial competition.

How can he predict the future?

At this moment, he felt his body lighten. He looked down and found that the Lord of Mist had transformed into a sea of ​​gray fog and lifted him up, flying towards the south of Star City.

The Lord of Mist was flying very fast, so fast that his naked eyes could hardly process the scene passing by quickly, and the things in his sight became blurred.

After flying for a long time, a wall made of gray fog energy appeared in his sight.

The wall was dozens of meters high, and the surface was surging with thick gray fog. From a distance, the shape was square, standing on the edge of the sky and stretching for miles on both sides. The sight could not see the scene inside through the gray fog barrier.

When the Lord of Mist carried him through the thick gray fog, the scene in front of him surprised Feng Qi.

The architecture of this city actually perfectly blended the modern and Mist Clan architectural styles.

To be more precise, the Mist Clan obviously inherited the psychic technology developed by the Black Mystery Faction Psychic Clan and integrated it into the development and construction of the Mist Clan.

Looking down at the city, you can see that the tracks constructed by the gray fog energy crisscross the city, maximizing the traffic efficiency in the city.

There are also huge psychic transport stations standing between various areas of the city. The rows of blue gems inlaid on them are shining, and the uninterrupted operation provides the energy needed for the entire city.

In addition, there are many special buildings, which Feng Qi can't keep up with.

This misty city with no end in sight is far more prosperous than he imagined.

Flying towards the center of the city, Feng Qi had a preliminary understanding of the construction process of this city through a conversation with the Lord of the Mist.

Before the Lord of the Mist resurrected his people, the first thing he thought of was to rebuild the field of the tribe first, and then consider the resurrection of the tribe.

This was mainly done for safety reasons.

After the collapse of the misty tribe, the Lord of the Mist had experienced the pain of not being able to perfectly integrate with the rules of the human world. In the end, he relied on the miracle will to change his fate and reshape his new body, so that he could perfectly adapt to the rules of the human world.

But the people of the Lord of the Mist obviously can't.

Before becoming a transcendent creature in the field of human mouth and adapting to the rules of the human world, the resurrection rashly will face the rejection of the rules of the human world.

The consequences of incompatibility are very fatal, and the resurrected tribesmen will most likely die slowly.

After all, the tribesmen of the Lord of Mist do not have the protection of miracles such as the will of miracles that can change fate.

In order to solve this problem, the Lord of Mist, who had defeated Hei Xuan at that time, began to conceive how to rebuild the mist field.

In this process, the Lord of Mist learned a lot about the space system.

He even studied the basic element arrangement and structure of the field field.

At that time, the Lord of Mist had no tribesmen around him. Those who followed him were foreigners who resisted the rule of Hei Xuan. The Lord of Mist also learned a lot about space, field, and so on from those foreigners.

Finally, the preliminary plan to build the field field was born in the minds of the mist tribe.

Since it is a reconstruction, the Lord of Mist first thought of abandoning the defects in the original structure of the mist field field on the basis of compatibility with the rules of the human world, and strive to make it more perfect.

In order to complete the construction of the field field and lead the foreigners to grow, the Lord of Mist spent more than 500 years to finally complete the preliminary construction of the field field under his feet.

The cost was huge, and he almost exhausted all the resources left by Hei Xuan.

He even demolished several independent spaces that Hei Xuan had painstakingly built, including the special space he used for rest after training with the Lord of the Mist.

In the years that followed, the Lord of the Mist collected blood and qi, first resurrected the original members of the Elders' Council of the Mist Clan, and built the Mist Clan land with them.

In order to make the clan land more efficient, the Lord of the Mist first thought of the psychic technology that Hei Xuan had originally prepared for him.

In this way, from scratch, the Lord of the Mist took more than 1,500 years to bring the Mist Clan to a new height.

The Mist Clan is now the strongest force in the surrounding area, and has already shown a trend of becoming the overlord of a region, with great potential in the future.

Apart from the eight royal families and special tribes like the Blueskins, the Lord of Mist expressed his confidence in meeting any challenge.

Arriving in front of a magnificent gray fog palace, the Lord of Mist fell straight down.

After he landed, the Lord of Mist re-condensed into a humanoid appearance with purple hair and purple eyes.

Feng Qi looked up and looked forward.

The gray fog palace in front seemed to be made entirely of energy. Its surface was as misty as smoke waves, switching between reality and illusion. There were also many energy crystals inlaid in the gray fog, which seemed to be used to maintain the stability of the gray fog energy form.

Following the Lord of Mist into the palace, Feng Qi couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Old Mist, why are there no guards in your palace?"

Faced with the question, the Lord of Mist shook his head helplessly:

"What do I need guards for? To protect me? Arranging a group of tribesmen here to serve as palace guards is a sheer waste in my opinion. It's better to let them work hard to build the race. Surface engineering is useless to me."

"Then why do you build a palace? Wouldn't it be more resource-efficient to build a few thatched houses?"

"No, this palace is not only built for me, but also for other members of the Mist Tribe, so that they have a common belief in their hearts, which will help strengthen the overall cohesion of the Mist Tribe."

Stepping into the palace, what appeared in front of him was a towering statue.

The statue was an old man with purple hair and purple eyes. There were obvious traces of time on his face. Those eyes seemed to see through the ups and downs of the world, and the vicissitudes of life came to his face when they looked at each other. The

body of the old man in the statue was branded with blood-like red lines, and there was a cloud mark on his chest.

Misty took the initiative to introduce:

"This is the ancestor of my Misty Clan. He founded the Misty Clan and laid a solid foundation for the future of my clan. He will always be the hero of my Misty Clan."

"Is it the ancestor who became stronger with a slurp?"

"Yes, the rise of the ancestor is indeed a matter of luck. He was once a slave under the hands of a powerful clan. If he hadn't been lucky enough to dig out a piece of ore with the mark of the Pillar God's blood, he would never have been able to break free from the shackles of slavery. But he will lead the Misty Clan to rise in the future through his own efforts and struggles. This is not an achievement that can be achieved by simple luck."

Feng Qi nodded at this time.

After watching the memory of the rise of the spirit war, he was full of admiration for those pioneers.

Everyone has an unattainable dream, but there are only a few who have the courage to take the step towards their dreams.

There are indeed very few lives that are lucky enough to get opportunities.

But if this range is expanded to the entire world, and then the time is extended, there are actually many lives that can get special opportunities.

Facts have proved that there are still very few who can really go a long way.

The rise of the Mist Clan, the Psychic Clan, and other powerful clans seemed to be just luck in obtaining miracle items, but in fact, their own efforts also accounted for a great part.

Throughout history, even if they had miracle items, most lives or racial forces still found it difficult to grasp this opportunity, and eventually they were submerged in the long river of history.

For example, the humanoids he had met on the Black Zetsu Island.

That race had mastered the miracle bracelet with magical functions, but they never even had the opportunity to show up in history.

Even if he and the Lord of the Mist did not snatch the miracle bracelet, this clan would still be destroyed.

Seeing a powerful clan, it is undoubtedly a survivor bias in cognition to think that this clan must have been lucky enough to obtain a miracle artifact to rise quickly.

To explain it in the words of Lao Mi:

"Controlling power and possessing power are two different things. If a race does not have a strong inner power, even if it obtains more miracle items, it will be disintegrated from the inside first."

Walking around the statue and into the hall, there are murals on both sides along the way.

These murals depict every important stage in the history of the Mist Clan.

History is a mirror for understanding rise and fall.

Through these murals, Feng Qi roughly understood the rise of the Mist Tribe. It was like a cycle. The Mist Tribe experienced rapid rises many times, but fell to the bottom several times, and finally continued to decline until the Lord of the Mist appeared, which turned the tide and expanded the territory of the Mist Tribe again.

The growth of the Mist Tribe was full of thorns. In addition to the threats from external forces, there were also crises within.

This is also the challenge that Feng Qi will face next, how to make human civilization take fewer detours, or even no detours.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he could consult Lao Mi, so he immediately looked at Lao Mi and asked:

"Lao Mi, how do you think a race can be kept strong forever?"

Faced with the question, the Lord of the Mist thought for a short time and shook his head helplessly, then pointed to the murals on both sides of the aisle:

"The history of my race, and the history of other races that I know of, have proved that there is no eternal dynasty. If you want a race to always stay at the top, there are many challenges to face. External threats are only one of them. Solving internal conflicts is even more important."

"Then how to resolve the conflicts within the race?" Feng Qi continued to ask.

"There are many ways. Many races resort to external wars, using war to transform internal conflicts into racial cohesion. This method can indeed have a significant effect. After all, in the face of a crisis of racial survival, internal conflicts are no longer important." At

this point, the Lord of the Mist pondered for a while and then continued:

"But this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. When the external crisis is resolved, internal conflicts will intensify. The best way is to constantly start a new round of wars, so that the focus of the ethnic group will always be on external threats... If this race is not destroyed in endless wars, when this race truly reaches the peak and no longer has enemies around, then internal conflicts will become the fuse of a separatist war until it breaks out completely, and the dynasty will eventually be destroyed. What will follow is the rise of a large number of new forces, which will erode the royal territory and enter a new round of hegemony."

"Is there no way to solve this problem?"

Looking at Feng Qi with a solemn expression, a smile appeared on the face of the Lord of the Mist:

"Unless there is a banner figure in the race who can exist forever and guarantee the spiritual and material needs of the people, then his spirit will continue to be implemented, and there will be no birth of revolutionary ideas. As long as this banner does not fall, the cohesion of the race may be infinitely extended."

After listening to the explanation of the Lord of Mist, he immediately thought of the spiritual war of the psychic race.

When the spiritual war was there, the entire psychic race united as one and took the rise of the race as their own responsibility, and the cohesion was unprecedented.

But when this flag fell, the internal problems of the psychic race gradually emerged.

The split Hei Xuan was one of the fuses.

If Ling Zhan was still there at that time, even if Hei Xuan split, he would obviously choose to return to the tribe after the hidden dangers were solved. Hei Xuan had told him this in person.

All the problems were that Ling Zhan, the flag of the psychic race, fell.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi was in a dilemma.

How to unite the human race and establish a spiritual flag of the human race that will never fall became a problem.

But he didn't think about this problem in detail.

The rise of the human race has never been smooth sailing. What he needs to do is to constantly solve the problems that have arisen in the development of the human race, correct the history of the human race, and lead the human race to the peak.

Walking out of the mural gallery, they came to the central square of the palace.

A platform was built here, and four statues of ferocious beasts of different shapes stood in the four corners, opening their mouths to spit thick blood mist into the blood pool in the center of the platform.

"This is the place where I practice."

The Lord of the Mist came to the platform and stood still. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward. Suddenly, surging mist overflowed from his fingers and turned into a fog mirror in front of him.

The figures of the descendants of the Dawn appeared in the fog mirror. At this time, they changed into neat clothes, no longer unkempt, and their appearance was completely new.

"Your descendants have been arranged in the city. Even if they don't make any contributions to the Mist Clan in the future, I will support them for you for a lifetime."

"Thank you."

While thanking, Feng Qi lowered his head and looked at the sucker lying on his chest.

The descendants of the Dawn were easy to deal with, but the sucker was a problem.

As if sensing his emotional changes, the sucker lying on his chest obviously exerted force with his thin arms and hugged him tighter.

The sucker slowly raised his head with a pitiful expression:

"(T ^ T) Ah Qi, I won't leave, sucker is good."

Reaching out and rubbing the sucker's little head, Feng Qi didn't say anything, but a strong sense of guilt rose in his heart.

Mu Qing's message to him suddenly appeared in his mind:

I thought that this future line would allow us to meet in 1500 years, to accompany you for a while, or even to fight Xiao Hei for you. Now it seems that I thought too much. Although I can't accompany you in 1500 years, the little sucker will continue to protect you on my behalf...

The sucker is the continuation of Mu Qing's life, there is no doubt about that.

He was so close to her because of the influence of Mu Qing.

In many timelines, he was fighting for the future of the human race, but the sucker was fighting for him.

Just when Feng Qi was sad, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind:

[Behind every Feng Qi who fell in the future dream, there is a burial object named sucker. What kind of feeling is this, tut tut. ]

Ignoring the narrator's complaints, Feng Qi continued to stroke the sucker's head to comfort the sucker's emotions.

"It seems that he is very attached to you and doesn't want to leave you. I can't help you solve this problem. You must find a solution before Xiao Hei arrives. If I force her to stay, I can expect that she will wreak havoc in the Fog City, and even hate me completely. This will make it very difficult for me. I can't kill her, right?"

The Lord of the Mist undoubtedly hit the point.

With the current strength of the Lord of the Mist, it is certainly easy to keep the sucker.

But if you do this, the sucker can only be imprisoned forever in the cage set by the Lord of the Mist, and will never be free.

Because the risk of giving the sucker freedom is too great.

The sucker is like an uncontrollable bomb, and the destructive power generated when the emotions explode is amazing.

The Mist Clan may suffer heavy losses under the anger of the sucker.

The premise of wanting the sucker to stay here is that the sucker is willing, and forcing will only bury risks.

How to solve this problem, Feng Qi was in a dilemma.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist interrupted his thoughts, and looking up, he saw that the concentrated blood in the blood pool floated up when the Lord of the Mist waved his hand and spread towards them.

"Aqi, since you want to lead the human race to rise, a method to improve the potential of blood is indispensable. The cultivation method of my Mist Clan is obviously not applicable to you humans. I will now teach you a set of physical cultivation and blood refining methods specially designed for your human race. This method can effectively nourish the body... If this time is extended by 1,500 years, the blood potential of your human race will be significantly improved..."

Feng Qi immediately listened carefully to the lecture after realizing that Lao Mi brought him here to teach him knowledge.

He saw Lao Mi controlling the blood and sketching a human body structure diagram in front of him.

A group of concentrated blood and qi shuttled through the human body structure diagram, and finally gathered from beginning to end. Suddenly, the various meridian nodes on the fictional human body were lit up, as bright as stars.

"This method is specially studied by me after reading your concept of human body divine storage. Compared with the nourishing body organs you proposed at the beginning, I will refine it. Each meridian node is a star. When the stars are connected to form a Zhoutian movement, they can eliminate impurities and purify the blood..."

It can be seen that the Lord of the Mist had already expected him to come and prepared this gift in advance.

Beating him up was more of a way to vent his "deception".

But deep down, the Lord of Mist obviously recognized this feeling.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Feng Qi listened to the Lord of Mist's explanation and began to study seriously, asking questions from time to time.

He dared not be careless about the problem of the technique.

Although he would submit this technique to the Hupo Research Institute for testing after bringing it back to reality, and release it after confirming that it was foolproof.

But he could only test it after learning it completely. If he didn't learn it, there would be no next step.

Time passed while learning.

The "Blood Refining Technique" developed by the Lord of Mist was very complicated, much more complicated than the techniques he had seen in the Star City Shelter.

After all, the peak of human cultivation 1,500 years later could not be compared with the current Lord of Mist.

In the face of his questions, the Lord of Mist would patiently answer them.

In the end, he even signaled him to personally guide the blood and qi to circulate.

The special body of the main timeline could not control energy, so the Lord of Mist specially condensed a small stick for him to pull the blood and qi to guide the blood and qi to circulate.

After many attempts and confirmation, the Lord of Mist waved his hand to disperse the blood mist.

Suddenly, the blood mist around flew back to the blood pool in the center of the hall like a tide.

After learning the blood refining method, Feng Qi suddenly thought of a question, so he immediately looked at the Lord of Mist and asked:

"Old Mist, do you have a way to crack the blood sacrifice?"

Faced with the question, the Lord of Mist looked puzzled, and then seemed to realize something, and said in surprise:

"You want to rely on the blood enhancement brought by the blood sacrifice to enhance the potential of the human body, but hope to solve the potential hidden dangers of the blood sacrifice?"

"Yes, the blood sacrifice without hidden dangers will be a very suitable practice for the human race to lay the foundation."

After understanding the reason, the Lord of Mist shook his head:

"After deciding not to promote the blood sacrifice, I didn't take this practice seriously. In fact, I also thought about letting my people practice the blood sacrifice to lay the foundation. After all, I originally thought of it in other timelines."

"But after careful analysis, I think the potential hidden dangers are great... You also know that I only got the incomplete blood stone, and other blood stones are in the hands of other races or individuals. I can't guarantee whether they can rely on the incomplete blood stone to explore a special method similar to the blood and flesh cauldron. Even if there is no blood and flesh cauldron now, it does not mean that there will be no blood and flesh cauldron in the future. Once there is, they only need to activate the blood and flesh cauldron, and my 1,500 years of efforts will fall short, and my people will become sacrifices for the growth of others."

After listening to the explanation of the Lord of Mist, Feng Qi could understand, but there was a little regret in his heart.

For the current Lord of Mist, he would not attach too much importance to the blood and flesh sacrifice.

The weak races generally attach importance to the blood and flesh sacrifice, which proves that this method has limited appeal to the strong races, and the strong races have more suitable methods of cultivation.

But for the human race, whose cultivation is still in its infancy, the blood and flesh sacrifice method is of great significance.

This is a method that is very suitable for the races with a low starting point to lay the foundation, and it can be called a god-level basic method.

As if seeing the doubts in Feng Qi's heart, the Lord of Mist smiled and said:

"It seems too late for me to study for you now. You won't live to see that day."

Hearing this, Feng Qi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Doesn't he want to live longer? But the question is whether Xiao Hei agrees.

Judging from the combat power shown by Xiao Hei, it is almost unsolvable at this stage. Even Lao Mi, who is about to dominate an area and be promoted to the royal family, dare not touch him. This proves that even if he grows to the stage of Lao Mi, he is not Xiao Hei's opponent.

Perhaps only when you reach the level of the Pillar God can you press Xiao Hei, who has opened the third form, to the ground and rub it back and forth.

The road to strength improvement is long.

As a resource-poor place, the ruined star city is where all the beasts of the field live. It is like a novice area. Sooner or later, he will jump out.

The future growth path will eventually start with the hegemony of races.

At this time, the voice of the narrator sounded in his mind:

[If the ruins of the star city are the novice area, the hegemony of all races is the early and middle stage, and the advent of the trend is the late stage... Your metaphor is interesting. 】

Ignoring the narrator's sigh, Feng Qi decided to learn more from Lao Mi while there was still time.

He looked at the Lord of Mist and said,

"Lao Mi, what else can you teach me? Give it to me now so that I can pass it on to you 1,500 years ago."

"Hypocritical human, want to speak directly."

Feng Qi: ...

After a short silence, the Lord of Mist gave several knowledge directions.

When he heard about the "space system" ability, Feng Qi's eyes suddenly lit up.

He has longed for the space system ability.

In addition to wanting a portable private space to be used as a storage warehouse, he is also very curious about the means of tearing space and building space channels.

If this means of cross-distance transmission can be learned, it will be very convenient to travel in the future.

One tear and one span, go wherever you want.

The Scarlet Research Institute's sacrifice line is also focusing on the research of space transmission technology. It wants to build space transmission arrays in the five major cities after the human race rise plan is officially launched to maximize the efficiency of cooperation between cities and resource complementarity.

But the Scarlet Research Institute's understanding of space technology is completely at a confused starting stage.

He could only try to take the first step in studying space-related technologies with some scattered concepts and information.

Now that Lao Mi is here, he thinks it's time to do something for the Scarlet Research Institute.

As for himself, he will definitely not be able to learn space jumps.

Feng Qi knows this.

As the main timeline, his abilities all come from the innate abilities extracted from hunting, and his special body is not compatible with aura and other energy elements.

Even if he learns, it is impossible to drive energy to create a space channel.

Learning space technology is more to fill the gap in space technology of the Scarlet Research Institute and bring as much useful knowledge as possible.

In response to his inquiry, the Lord of Mist began to explain the space system ability seriously.

Next, the Lord of Mist said something, and Feng Qi interrupted once.

The reason is very simple. The space ability involves a lot of knowledge content, and it is not a completely independent subject. It involves the elements of heaven and earth, space structure, space countercurrent, and so on.

This made the Lord of Mist a little helpless.

But he still chose to patiently explain it.

After a rough review of the introductory knowledge, Feng Qi was more yearning for the space system ability in his heart.

Compared to the flying brought by the conversion of mental power into telekinesis, the strength of spatial ability has risen by more than one level.

For example, among the subordinates of the Lord of Mist, there is the guy with three heads.

It is a pity that his feet are on his body. He does not need to take steps to move. He just "swish" all the way. It seems that he can reach wherever he wants with just a thought.

This ability makes Feng Qi very envious.

If his strong physique and unmatched strength are matched with the ability of space teleportation, he will become a nightmare for any type of enemy.

[Perhaps if you kill the guy with three heads, you can extract the innate ability of short-distance teleportation. Are you tempted? ]

Feng Qi: ...

He is indeed tempted, but it is just a tempting thought.

He couldn't ask the Lord of Mist for the lives of his subordinates. If he put himself in his

shoes, and if there were a group of younger brothers who followed him from scratch and were willing to continue to follow him after going through hardships and overthrowing oppression and rule,

how could he agree if his relatives proposed to sacrifice the lives of several younger brothers?

If the Lord of Mist really did this, other outsiders would definitely feel chilled.

A similar situation had happened to Ling Zhan.

As an outsider, Ling Zhan understood at that time that his own people were his own destiny, and outsiders would always be used.

The Lord of Mist had checked Ling Zhan's memory screen like him, and obviously understood this truth.

Controlling subordinates is a science, and he would obviously not repeat what happened to Ling Zhan.

Therefore, Feng Qi never proposed to kill the Dark God or the three heads.

This idea was too selfish.

After digesting the content of the first lesson, he continued to listen to the Lord of Mist talk about the ability of the space system.

In the words of the Lord of Mist, the amount of knowledge in the space system is vast, and he has not fully mastered it.

But even if he didn't fully master it, it would take at least several decades to learn all the knowledge about space system abilities in his mind.

This part of knowledge was learned by the Lord of Mist in order to establish the clan territory.

When he heard that there was such a huge amount of knowledge, Feng Qi felt very sad.

The world is vast, and you really have to learn until you die.

Cultivation, spiritual plant identification, alchemy, elements, space, geography... There are still many gaps in knowledge that need to be filled in the path of human growth.

If he wants to learn all this knowledge, in addition to the infinite memory ability that can quickly learn knowledge, he also needs a long life to learn.

He felt that he had come a long way, but found that the road ahead was still long and endless.

After a brief sigh, he began to listen attentively to the Lord of Mist's talk about space system knowledge.

[The sea of ​​learning is endless, and there is no turning back! ]

...

I don't know how long it took, during which Feng Qi was completely immersed in learning.

Through the Lord of Mist's narration, he had a preliminary and shallow understanding of the content of space.

Just as Feng Qi was listening attentively, he saw the Lord of Mist suddenly frowned:

"My clone is already under great pressure, and I am somewhat unable to cope with Xiao Hei who is gradually releasing his power."

These words were like a death notice, foreshadowing his impending death.

At this time, he lowered his head and looked at the sucker lying in his arms.

It was time to say goodbye, but he didn't know how to start.

He didn't want the sucker to continue to accompany him to death, like an endless cycle of death in Xiao Hei's hands.

As if she had noticed his mood change, the peacefully sleeping Sucker slowly opened her eyes and blinked her big eyes:

"|ω`) Ah Qi."

Reaching out and rubbing Sucker's little head, Feng Qi made a decision in his heart. He smiled and said:

"Sucker, Ah Qi is going to a very far place. Can you stay here and wait for me?"

"(ω) Sucker, let's go together. Sucker is very powerful."

"No, Sucker can't go to that place. Sucker is the best and will be obedient, right?"

"(`皿) No, Sucker will not be obedient!"

Seeing Sucker shaking his head to refuse, Feng Qi continued to stroke her head to soothe her emotions, and said in a soft tone:

"Sucker, the place I'm going is not dangerous. You just wait for me to come back."

Hearing this, Sucker's expression instantly became aggrieved:

"(T ^ T) Sucker, no, Sucker wants to go together."

"You follow this big brother to study, and I will come back after I have learned all the knowledge. This is our agreement, okay? I will bring you delicious food then..."

Facing the always resistant sucker, Feng Qi kept comforting him with words.

Finally, the sucker raised his head half-doubtingly:

"Really? Will I come back after I have learned all the knowledge?"

"Well, after I leave, you follow this big brother to study, and I will pick you up after you finish studying."

As if seeing Feng Qi's determination, the sucker nodded with a wronged expression.

Putting the sucker down, Feng Qi looked up at the Lord of Mist and smiled calmly:

"Old Mist, I will leave the sucker to you to take care of."

"Don't worry." The Lord of Mist nodded solemnly at this time.

"Then let's go."

Because there is a space interference device in the Mist Palace, it is impossible to leave here through space transmission. He followed the Lord of Mist and walked out of the palace along the route they came.

When he came to the outside of the palace, the Lord of Mist stretched out his hand and drew forward.

Suddenly, a pitch-black space distortion crack emerged, and continued to expand under the blessing of the Lord of Mist's power.

"The space channel will send you to the ruins of Star City."

Feng Qi nodded, then grinned and said:

"Don't erect a monument for me after I die. Even if you do, don't let the little sucker see it..."

"I understand. I will bury you in Star City after I die according to the customs of the human race."

"Then steal my tribute, right?"

"What do you mean by stealing? I ate it openly. This is the custom of my Mist Tribe and it is a respect for the deceased."

"Either you eat me or I eat you. It's really a matter of time... Anyway, take care of yourself. I'll go first."

After the voice fell, Feng Qi turned around and prepared to walk into the torn space crack. At this time, he suddenly saw a young figure rushing out of the Mist Palace and diving into his arms:

"o(TωT)o Ah Qi."

Looking at the aggrieved sucker, Feng Qi felt bad.

But he still hardened his heart and put the sucker down, turned around and walked into the space channel.

After walking a few steps, he looked back and saw Sucker standing there crying loudly, his crying sounded like sharp swords piercing his heart.

His eyes were red, but he still walked to the end of the space channel without hesitation.

As the space channel gradually closed, a tear fell, flashing a crystal luster in the space channel...

...

(Yidaozhan: Today's 20,000 words are done. I originally planned to update 25,000 words today, but it's a pity that I didn't finish it... According to the lucky draw opportunity every 5,000 words in the Qidian event, everyone should be able to get 4 lucky draw opportunities tomorrow. It's up to you guys next)

Thank you for the 8,000 Qidian coins rewarded by 丿梦丶夜将明.

Thank you for the 4,000 Qidian coins rewarded by Fangfang's invincible. Thank

you for the 2,100 Qidian coins rewarded by l青l锋l

Thank you for the 1,000 Qidian coins rewarded by Xihui丶.

Finally, I recommend a friend's new book:

"My Future Diary Can't Be the Last Words"

The following is the introduction:

In the first year of the Xinhuo calendar, a large-scale spiritual revival occurred around the world.

In the first year of the Xinhuo calendar, the Jinggui Division was established and began to accommodate spiritual beings on a large scale.

In the third year of the Xinhuo calendar, Xun Xi traveled to this world full of despair. However, in front of him, there is only a diary written by himself before his death, claiming to be from the future.

The diary foreshadows his future death.

In other words, every line and sentence in the diary is his last words.

And it will be updated!

"Others who traveled through time are all favored by heaven, and opportunities follow them wherever they go. Why am I the only one who dies wherever I go, a rebellious son of heaven, an orphan of the version."

"It's not fair!"

Carrying a diary from the future, Xun Xi struggles to survive in this desperate world. He firmly believes: My future is up to me!