This psychopath is too strong

Zdenek flew down with a puzzled look on his face, seeing the disappointed expression of Master Feng.

Feng didn't know: "It seems that you haven't figured out the essence of Feiyue Longmen. The time of Longmen's existence is running out, so let me help you again."

Feng Buzhi stretched out his finger and pointed at Zdenek's forehead.

In an instant, a wonderful realization appeared in Zdenek's mind.

When Zdenek looked at the dragon gate and spread its wings again, he only felt that the wings were extremely heavy. Obviously the location of the dragon gate was close at hand, but he felt that he could not reach it no matter what.

In the end, Zdenek fell, and the dragon gate in the sky disappeared completely.

Feng Bubu looked at Zdenek who failed to transform into a dragon, thinking about the possibility of using this method to make more lizardman mounts into real dragons, and at the same time felt the bloody world overlapping with this space.

Then, while Feng didn't know what to feel, the circle of truth trembled slightly, and a message came...

Chapter 266 Feng I don't know if he should just die like this!

"Wolfman?"

Feng Zhizhi took off the ring from his wrist.

Feng Zhizhi received Huang Er's message from the circle.

To be precise, Huang Er and the dwarf Edmund got the news at the same time—the werewolves were about to declare war, and the primary target was the Boren Peninsula.

Among them, the news Edmund received came from the Evolution Sect to which Edmund belonged.

The information obtained by Huang Er came from the mysterious human forces hidden in the Boren Peninsula.

The faction of the human race, who has always been hiding its head and showing its tail, released the news again, but this time it was not through the original blood clan Wu Ming, but a blood clan named Fan Deng.

The blood clan named Fan Deng not only revealed the news, but also said that he wanted to meet him.

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In the southwest of the Boren Peninsula, there is a mountain range hundreds of kilometers long, called the roof.

Affected by the monsoon from the Xilin Sea, there is a small desert on the west side of the Roof Mountain Range, and a humid swamp environment on the east side of the Roof Mountain Range.

Since hundreds of years ago, the swamp area on the east side of the Roof Mountain Range has been sparsely populated, and basically no intelligent creatures have settled there.

After all, the climate here is very bad, and there are still misty monsters hidden in the mist of the swamp that cannot be completely eliminated.

The misty beast in the swamp of the Roof Mountain is very similar to the strange beast Doro Doro in the Flesh Mine.

Usually in the swamp, misty monsters are scattered, but they have a common body.

Time has hidden the truth of many things. In fact, Doro Doro was once a part of the misty beast.

Hundreds of years ago, the human race once set up a research base in the Roof Mountains, specializing in the study of some aggregated strange monsters.

To this day, the research materials of the original human race have long since disappeared, but the research base has remained.

To be precise, what was left was the ruins of a research base.

Hundreds of years ago, the human race suffered a crushing defeat, and this research base was not spared. It was destroyed, and the foggy beasts in the swamp on the roof were also wiped out.

Initially, this area was occupied by werewolves. Later, the werewolves failed in the war with the blood clan, and the entire Boren Peninsula changed hands. The Dacro family of the blood clan obtained the fiefdom in the southwest of the Boren Peninsula.

The Dacromet family did not rule here for too long.

The Dacromet family split, some of them tried to expand their territories, but eventually lost power after continuous failures, while the other part stayed and merged into the Nicholas family.

After that, the tasteless area of ​​the Roof Ridge Mountains was gradually abandoned.

Then in the process of being deserted, the dead mist beast came back to life.

Like mushrooms in the woods.

Tearing mushrooms to shreds doesn't kill them, it just creates more mushrooms in the woods, given the right conditions.

This is the case with the Misty Beast. Although it was wiped out for a while, as time passed for a hundred years, the Misty Beast gradually came back to life.

The revived Mist Beast still retains its original characteristics, and has little aggressiveness towards humans.

It is for this reason that people have occasionally fled here over the centuries to gain some respite.

However, the environment here is very harsh. Even if there is no attack by misty monsters, it is difficult for the humans who fled here to survive for too long.

Until the ruins of the human race's research base were discovered.

The so-called ruins of the research base are essentially a secret place.

Different from the Kunlun Realm, this secret realm occupies a small area, only a dozen square meters, but there are caves inside, covering an area of ​​about ten square kilometers, which is an irregular area with a length and width of about three kilometers.

At the entrance of the secret realm, a young man approached quietly.

If Wu Ming saw this man's appearance, he would definitely recognize this man as Fan Deng Gray Crow Dacromet who had been in contact with him at the beginning.

The former Dacromet family split and merged into Nicholas, and one of them got the surname Gray Crow.

Fan Deng does have the blood of Dacromet, but his real appearance is not what he showed to Wu Ming.

As he stepped into the secret realm, Fan Deng's appearance seemed to have shed his skin, and gradually shed his body, turning into a middle-aged man around 50 years old.

Fan Deng is no longer a blood race in disguise, and has recovered a real human body.

The man could vaguely see some of Fan Deng's appearance, but when he looked carefully, it was completely different.

Fan Deng briefly glanced at the human race living in the secret realm, and soon came to an underground secret room wrapped by countless withered vines.

His body trembled from time to time, and Fan Deng's slightly pale face suddenly turned red and swollen, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

As the mouthful of blood spit out, Fan Deng's face became more wrinkled, and some white hair appeared on his head.

Fan Deng's original 50-year-old appearance is obviously aging. He looks two or three years old, but his physical condition is obviously much better.

"Your health has deteriorated again."

A gray-haired old man in the secret room spoke.

The old man's eyes are pure white, sitting cross-legged in the secret room, he is wearing a gray cloth robe, and his silver-white hair hangs down to the ground.

Fan Deng sighed lightly, lit the candle in the secret room and said, "After all, it is borrowing the power of those great beings, and a certain price must be paid."

The old man did not answer immediately, but turned his head to look at the light of the oil lamp.

Because he lost most of his vision, the old man usually does not turn on the lights in the secret room.

In the dim vision, he faintly saw a yellow spot of light beating slightly.

The old man was silent for a while and said, "Did you find anything else?"

Fan Deng said: "The blood mist appeared, the werewolves launched a war, everything is just like the prophecy that you and I discovered back then, and there is no difference from the picture you predicted."

Fan Deng's tone seemed to be hiding something, and the old man's expression was somewhat puzzled.

Fan Deng said: "I don't know if Feng should die like this, I want to meet him, I want to save him."

The old man frowned and said: "I have watched the future fate more than once, you should know the consequences of this."

Fan Deng nodded and said: "I know, we have to wait until the prophecy officially begins three years later before acting, otherwise neither you nor me, nor the human race that exists in this secret realm and the secret realm will cease to exist."

The old man said: "Since you know, why do you still do this?"

"Feng doesn't know if he should die like this."

Fan Deng recalled what he saw in Kunlun Realm and said.

Although he knew that the Kunlun Realm was destined not to last long, the human race there really stood up, which also greatly touched Fan Deng.

The old man was silent.

Fan Deng continued: "Whether it is the prophecy or the scenes you predicted, there is no Kunlun Realm today, and there is no such human leader as Feng Bubu. I suspect that some deviations have occurred in fate."

The old man said: "The fate I see is not the whole of fate, but some discontinuous fragments, so it is easy to miss some unimportant pictures, but what you said is not impossible, after all, fate is not static."

Just as they are interfering with fate, there are also some other people interfering with fate, which will lead to some changes in the final flow of fate.

Fan Deng said: "So Prophet, I want you to help me predict the fate of us choosing to save Feng Buzhi..."

Chapter 267 The Prophet

The old man sighed.

For the future fate, he has calculated many times.

Destiny is like a river with countless branches. As their thoughts change, their destiny will continue to change.

However, no matter how he changed his mind, the end he saw was death.

They will encounter all kinds of sinister things and lose their lives in danger.

In fact, according to the fate that the old man saw, most of them would not even live to the present.

Fortunately, in the end Fan Deng found a way to make a smooth transition, and discovered a key variable - popularity.

To put it simply, as long as their human power develops in a low-key manner and their popularity is kept at an extremely low level, then they will tide over the difficulties smoothly.

Even if some seemingly dangerous things happen, they can easily save themselves from danger.

And as long as their degree of spread increases and their popularity exceeds a certain threshold, they will end in extinction.

Even if they are honest and responsible, there will be a situation where disasters come from heaven.

This popularity threshold applies not only to him, but also to all races.

As for when this popularity threshold will expire, all of this will have to wait until the prophecy is officially opened three years later, and then they can boldly do what they want.

At this time, Feng Zhizhi, who single-handedly created the Kunlun Realm, had obviously already exceeded this threshold of popularity.

The only way at this time is to help Feng Zhiliu retreat bravely, hide his name, and maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

But this lifeline is very dangerous.

The final result not only may not be able to save Feng Zhizhi, but may even bury them here together.

The old man looked at Fan Deng.

Although his eyesight had basically disappeared, he felt Fan Deng's extremely firm gaze.

The old man said: "With my current state, I can predict up to three more times. Are you sure you want to make this prediction?"

Fan Deng looked at the Prophet, nodded heavily and said: "I'm sure, Feng didn't know whether he should die like this, if he can survive for three years, then our human race will definitely become stronger, we need him. "

"You are killing me."

The old man let out a long sigh.

He can also use prediction three more times.

This also means that every time he uses prediction, it will bring a huge burden to his body.

After the third prediction, it was time for him to die.

The old man said: "Well, you should have already conceived a plan to save Feng Zhizhi in your mind. You continue to think about this plan and clarify your thoughts. After ten breaths, I will make a prediction."

Fan Deng nodded.

Although he has not predicted with the Prophet for two years, he has made many predictions before.

The plan in his mind has been consolidated many times, and he has hypnotized himself to a certain extent, so that he can clearly act according to the plan.

After ten breaths, the Prophet closed his eyes.

Soon, the prophet opened his eyes again.

Pure white eyes without pupils, but the prophet's eyes saw a clear picture.

After a long absence, he saw Fan Deng's face, and also saw himself.

His own appearance didn't change much, but Fan Deng's appearance did.

Compared with his youthful appearance two years ago, he is at least a few dozen years old.

"Forget it, don't continue to read these, and I don't have so much time to waste."

The prophet muttered to himself, and in a blink of an eye he came to an upside-down world, and then with a step, he appeared in the sky of the roof mountain range.

What he saw was a strange world where time was thrown out of order.

The past, present, and future worlds are spliced ​​together and appear extremely messy.

In fact, if it hadn't been for the many uses of predictive power, the old man would never be as familiar as he is now.