Gao Wu Arrives

"gone!"

In the distance, Luo He and the others were waiting, and when they saw Lin Feng coming out, they greeted them immediately.

Lin Feng responded.

A group of ten people went away quickly.

Ten minutes later, a group of figures appeared here, and every breath was very powerful.

The middle-aged man in the lead, wearing scarlet leather armor, was made of the fur of some kind of monster. Just looking at it, it seemed that there was a rush of heat.

"There are blood qi, vitality, and other energy chaotic fluctuations..." The middle-aged man stared at the ruins for a moment, raised his brows, and slowly said.

After a while, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Why is there the blood of my true Wuzong disciple here?"

"Dig this place!" he shouted, looking to the left and right.

"Yes, Elder Yu!" a dozen or so real Wuzong disciples answered with their fists, and then swiftly started, each incarnation of an excavator, quickly throwing a big hole into the earth.

......

North Capital.

Luo He came to a courtyard with a Ming and Qing style, and took a quick glance at the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard. The hidden guard lurking in it, but his heart was stunned by this gaze.

I thought this person had such a powerful insight.

"Luo He, are you here?" A young man dressed as a civil servant greeted Luo He when he saw him.

"Yes, I just came back from War Zone 113, and I have something to report to General Zhang Feng!" Luo He nodded.

Seeing Luo He's servanthood and hearing such words again, the civilian youth tentatively said, "Is it serious?"

"Very serious!" Luo He said sternly.

Hearing this, the civilian youth looked solemn and said, "Wait a minute!" He turned and left, went into the house to report, and then came out again, "Come with me, the general wants to see you!"

Luo He responded.

Not long after the two walked into the house, the clerical youth left. Luo He glanced away and saw a dozen middle-aged and elderly people, some with strong aura, some with no difference from ordinary people.

They seemed to be in a meeting, discussing something. When they saw Luo He, some looked back after a glance, while others still focused on what was in front of them.

"Luo He, are you here?" One of the middle-aged men pulled a chair and walked over, and asked with a smile.

"General Zhang Feng!" Luo He saluted.

The middle-aged man he called Zhang Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand in return, and said: "Did something happen in the 113th theater?"

Hearing this, Luo He spoke concisely about what happened in the 113 war zone.

After listening to everything, the smile on Zhang Feng's face gradually faded, and he said solemnly: "Okay, I know, we will discuss this matter. Thanks for your hard work, let's go back and rest first!"

Luo He nodded, saluted, and then left.

Zhang Feng stood at the door and turned around and returned to the house after watching him leave. Then I said it again.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Then a dozen middle-aged and elderly people broke out, and quarrels more intensely than before.

The guards guarding the door faintly heard phrases such as ‘deceive people too much’, ‘use nuclear weapons’, ‘destroy them’, ‘the current situation can only give in first’ and so on.

The guard shuddered, and his heart trembled. What happened to make these big men so excited that they were about to use nuclear weapons again?

He didn't know, and he didn't dare to continue listening.

......

In a blink of an eye, another two days passed. Lin Feng practiced silently in the room and never went out.

Now that there is no shortage of energy points, there is only time left that restricts the improvement of his spiritual realm.

Although I was eager to hurry up, hurry up.

But Lin Feng also knows that if his realm improves too quickly, he will have a big problem.

Therefore, he can only suppress the restlessness in his heart and polish his cultivation a little bit.

Early that morning, Lin Feng sat cross-legged in front of the French windows and vomited, the light of the morning sun shone on him, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, which was extraordinarily sacred.

suddenly.

Lin Feng moved his ears, and vaguely heard a loud noise on the street hundreds of meters away.

He frowned and listened carefully.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. He had been absent for more than ten seconds before he gradually woke up.

"Another God of War has fallen..." Lin Feng murmured, eyes full of sadness and helplessness.

Lin Feng, the **** of war, was not familiar with it, because he didn't belong to the two gods of war who had always been famous.

But in a sense, it can be regarded as cognition.

Because this **** of war is exactly the distant cousin Luo Jun that Luo He once said earlier.

The **** of war in his early thirties is at the youngest and most powerful stage of his life, the most energetic moment of his life.

Then he fell.

Like the previous two war gods predecessors, in the **** and deep sea, they fought against the monsters' war gods and died.

"Hey..." Lin Feng sighed softly.

The strong men of the God of War fell one after another, bleeding and the deep sea, making him feel a huge sense of panic and powerlessness.

How should we face such a world next?

Once all the five war gods of Yanhuang have fallen, who will guard the future of the Yanhuang race?

Lin Feng clenched his fists, with a trace of confusion and fear in his eyes. After all, he is just a young man who is less than twenty years old.

In the last era, young people like him still study in the ivory tower of the school.

He should do things like playing games, chatting about love, having fun, or screaming for new words.

But in this day and age, he is already a warrior who has experienced numerous battles and slaughtered countless monsters.

But even so, he would be at a loss.

"Brother Luo He, he must be very sad!" After a while, Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and muttered to himself.

After fighting side by side with Luo He for half a year, the relationship between the two gradually deepened.

Luo He is the epitome of this era. He originally had a family like most people, but as the great changes happened, almost all his relatives died and he became a lonely family.

Now, another person whom he had known since childhood has gone away and left this world. I really don't know how sad he will be after he learns the news.

"This world is too cruel and disgusting!" Lin Feng let out a foul breath.

He walked out of the house and went to visit Luohe. No matter what, things have happened, and the only thing the living people can do is face them.

Lin Feng believed that even though the facts were cruel, Luo He could still survive.

But Lin Feng was wrong. When he saw Luo He again, although the middle-aged man didn't cry like a woman, he sat on the floor in a daze. The whole person seemed to be a lifeless stone.

Lin Feng felt sad, but didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only pat Luo He on the shoulder and say the clichéd "Sorrow".