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Chapter 392 Number Thirteen

In the minefield, apart from thunder and lightning, lightning arcs intermingled and collided with each other, full of violence and destructive aura, killing everything.

\\u2o1 Yes, he is the master, and I have his blood?

To confirm, Feng Hao asked again.

He couldn't believe that his ancestors could have such power.

Not only did he kill Lei Gui, the son of Xuanwu, but this burly and cold-faced killer in front of him definitely surpassed the existence of Wu Zun, but even this kind of existence is still a servant of the ancestors!

So, to what extent has the ancestor of the Feng family become so tyrannical?

Why, this kind of powerful family is located in Xilan, which is the middle-grade kingdom?

Moreover, it was just a small family power in the kingdom. Why, he left nothing for the family? Not even a message.

All this made Feng Hao unacceptable.

With such a strong family, why is it so downcast?

That's right, they are descendants of the master, with the blood of the master! The master told me that the person with his blood is my new master!

The burly man was dry, but returned to being cold and ruthless, standing there respectfully, like a puppet.

Offspring of the master? New owner?

Feng Hao's heart was shocked, and he recalled what this burly man said before.

He followed the unknown ancestor of the Feng family, but the black tower here has been established for thousands of years.

Isn't that, this burly man has lived for thousands of years?

This is absolutely impossible!

Ordinary people can live up to a hundred years at most, and every time they break through a realm, they can live an extra hundred years, that is, even King Wu can live up to eight hundred years.

But this burly man has existed for thousands of years, or even longer!

How did he do it?

So,

who is it?

Taking a deep breath, a purple flame surged in Feng Hao's eyes, which seemed to be able to detect everything in the world.

I am number thirteen!

No emotional voice came out of the burly man's mouth.

\\u2o1 is not human?

Under the purple pupils, Feng Hao saw that the heart of this burly man who claimed to be No. 13 had already stopped beating, but within his body, there were shining silk threads flowing. Within the silk thread, there is a majestic force, if it explodes in an instant, the entire Xilan King City will be blown away.

That's why Feng Hao asked such words.

He felt that this No. 13 should have been dead for a long time, and at this moment, he only existed by relying on the shimmering energy in his body.

That kind of energy actually gave him a familiar feeling...

Burn old!

That's right, every time Fen Lao appears, he seems to have the same kind of energy, it's just that there is a big difference in its purity, but there is definitely one type of energy.

Essence?

I am number thirteen!

The burly man still looks like this, he looks like a puppet, but he can only talk.

number thirteen.

Feng Hao frowned.

The thirteenth number is obviously just a code name, that is, there are numbers one to twelve in front of it.

Thinking about it, Feng Hao was shocked.

There are thirteen or even more such powerful men.

How terrifying is this Feng family? To have such a mighty servant!

Faintly, Feng Hao's mind was disturbed.

He found that he didn't understand his family more and more.

Feng Jia, who was very ordinary at first, has become extremely mysterious, even terrifying.

Why did the Feng family have such a powerful ancestor? Why did the Feng family become so down and out? Were all other servants like No. 13 killed? Who is that enemy? Who in the Golden Dynasty has such power?

He couldn't answer every question.

Also, why did I generate that inexplicable heat energy after eating the meat of the monster?

All of this, perhaps, Fen Lao knew, but at that time he was too weak, so he didn't.

call! ...

Taking a long breath, Feng Hao knew that if he wanted to know all this, he had to have absolute strength himself.

But now, in front of No. 13, he has no power to resist. Then, knowing the reason, what can he do? What can be changed?

It just adds to the troubles!

What is it?

Feng Hao really wanted to know, why did this burly man survive when he obviously had no signs of life?

puppet? puppet?

The man can't answer, so he can only ask Fen Lao in the future, and, faintly, Feng Hao feels that Fen Lao understands this, and what he likes may be this number 13!

From now on I will call Thirteen.

With a sinking mind, Feng Hao pointed at the man on the thirteenth.

Good host.

No. 13 still answered very dullly, standing beside Feng Hao, looking like a bodyguard.

Um.

For this loyal and powerful bodyguard, Feng Hao was not dissatisfied at all, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help revealing a smile.

It has been guarding here for thousands of years, and there is no doubt about its loyalty.

Thirteen, I want to go to worship the ancestors, open the way!

The electric arc under the tiankeng was too strong, Feng Hao couldn't move an inch at all, if he wanted to stand, he had to rely on the rock wall, so he had no choice but to turn to No. 13 for help.

obey!

In response, No. 13's pupil lighted up, and a majestic aura spread out from him, forming an aura that isolated all the surrounding electric arcs.

Following behind No. 13, Feng Hao walked towards the place where the ancestor of the Feng family died.

When he reached the cross-legged figure, No. 13 stepped aside.

In front of him, there is a body that is still quite complete, its face can no longer be seen clearly, only the bones are left, and it is covered with a very smooth gown, which has passed through thousands of years without the slightest sign of decay.

Looking at this skeleton, Feng Hao couldn't tell what it was like.

He could imagine that the ancestor of the Feng family in front of him was definitely an all-powerful figure, otherwise, he would not be able to kill Lei Gui.

And even that kind of person can't escape death. After thousands of years, they will be nothing more than a cup of loess.

However, isn’t the purpose of human cultivation to live a few hundred years longer?

Can people not die?

Such a thought suddenly jumped into Feng Hao's mind.

Even Emperor Wu can only live for nine hundred years, and only a saint who is said to be able to overthrow the world can live for thousands of years, but even a saint can only escape death.

So, how can we live forever? ~