The Ancient Vast Realm

Chi Longyun took off the iron mask on his face, untied his cloak, slowly squatted down, and pulled out the broken spear head from the ground.

He stared at the spear head in a daze. Even though so many years had passed, he could recognize at a glance that it was the Red Dragon Spear of his brother Chi Longjin.

Behind him, Feng Xuan and the others also came up at this time and also saw the broken spear head in his hand.

When seeing this spear head, anyone could see how tragic the battle was at that time, and based on the spear head that was almost melting, it was almost possible to determine the opponent's good means.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Chi Longyun still found it difficult to accept. He tightly grasped the spear head in his hand, and the bloody aura was released almost without reservation. Suddenly, Feng Xuan and the others felt as if they were in a sea of ​​blood, and the underground cave was also filled with a strong smell of blood.

Chi Longyun did not speak, but slowly walked towards the depths of the cave along the place where the spear head flew out, until he came to a place where the ground was somewhat melted.

He squatted down, and a spear passed through his palm and cut a wound. The next moment, blood slowly flowed out of his palm and turned into a vivid blood-colored dragon.

The blood-colored dragon wandered around the ground for a circle until it slowly stopped at a place, lying there motionless with some sadness.

Chi Longyun silently took out a black jade box from the space, slowly squatted down, placed the broken spear head at the bottom of the jade box, and picked up the dust on the ground with both hands, and slowly put it into the jade box.

"Brother, I'm here to take you home..." Chi Longyun said softly while holding the dust on the ground carefully.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan turned his head away with some reluctance. At this moment, even Feng Xuan couldn't say any words of comfort.

Zhuang Ping on the side sighed and suddenly walked to another place. Under Feng Xuan's eyes, Zhuang Ping controlled his vitality and put the dust from the other two places into two jade boxes respectively.

Seeing Feng Xuan looking at him, Zhuang Ping forced a smile.

"I am sorry for them, but there is not much I can do now. I can only send their bodies back to their tribes."

Looking at Zhuang Ping's appearance, Feng Xuan nodded gently and said nothing.

After doing all this, the two of them waited silently on the side until Chi Longyun put away the jade box in his hand.

"Let's go, it's time to find the whereabouts of Yan Kun."

Zhuang Ping looked at Chi Longyun, whose face had regained its calmness, and wanted to take the lead to walk out.

However, he had just taken a few steps, but he slowly stopped and looked back at the two people who were still standing there and watching him quietly.

"You guys?"

Zhuang Ping was a little puzzled and didn't understand what Feng Xuan and the others meant.

"Haven't you arrived yet? I've given you enough time."

Feng Xuan crossed his hands in front of his chest, leaned against the rock wall of the cave, looked at Zhuang Ping who was looking at the two with a puzzled look, and said coldly.

Chi Longyun on the side did not speak but silently took out the gilded red dragon spear and stood there, stroking the sharp edge of the red dragon spear with one hand.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, brother Shiying?"

Looking at the obviously different postures of the two at this moment, Zhuang Ping took a step back slightly, his expression became a little ugly.

"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with your friend? Or do you also suspect me?"

Zhuang Ping saw that Chi Longyun had no reaction at all, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable. He took off the mask on his face and smashed it on the ground, shouting angrily.

"You forgot, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even know the news of Brother Jin's death, but you actually suspect me now. I risked my life to come here to accompany you to seek revenge on that guy. Is this your attitude?"

Zhuang Ping's face, which was originally a little happy, became a little distorted because of anger. He stared at Chi Longyun as if he was looking for an explanation.

As if to improve his persuasiveness, Zhuang Ping suppressed his anger and said, "Don't you think this matter has anything to do with me? You should know that I have been interrogated by the Holy Land because of this matter. Can I still lie under the noses of the Holy Land elders?"

There is no need to say more about this matter. The rules of the Holy Land are very strict. For example, when handing over tasks or explaining certain key matters, there will always be elders who can judge the truth and falsehood. If Zhuang Ping concealed the death of Chilongjin and his group, he would probably have been suppressed by the elders of the Holy Land long ago, and it is impossible for him to lie under their noses.

Hearing this, Chilongyun's palm stroking the gun blade also paused slightly, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Feng Xuan who was still standing indifferently.

Seeing Chi Longyun's actions, Zhuang Ping seemed to have come to his senses. He immediately looked at Feng Xuan with a ferocious expression and laughed angrily:

"It's you? You are so good, Shi Ying! Although I don't know why you suspected me, I, Zhuang Ping, will definitely remember this matter in my heart. We will cancel this cooperation. I, Zhuang Ping, will never cooperate with you two again even if I die. I will kill that guy with my own ability to comfort the souls of my three friends in heaven!"

After saying that, Zhuang Ping threw his cloak and walked out without hesitation.

And to his surprise, his actions were not stopped by Feng Xuan and the others at all. They just stood there and watched him leave.

"Okay, get out, you useless thing! I thought you could play a role, but I didn't expect that you have been seen through long ago!"

At this moment, an arrogant and cold voice sounded from the direction of the cave where Feng Xuan and the others came from, and a red figure also lit up from the darkness in the distance, slowly walking towards here.

The majestic body was flowing with magma, with scorching flames burning on it, and two exaggerated giant horns bent backwards, as if they were dragon horns.

Who is this person if he is not Yan Kun from the Flame Demon Clan!

Seeing the other party appear, Zhuang Ping quickly looked at Feng Xuan and Feng Xuan who were staring at him indifferently. He stepped back two steps behind the other party and followed closely.

"It seems there is nothing left to explain."

Feng Xuan looked at Zhuang Ping at this time, shrugged slightly towards Chi Longyun beside him and said.

Chi Longyun looked at Zhuang Ping, who was behind Yan Kun, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Time goes back to when the three of them just set out

The bronze warship flew slowly in the deep and dark void, but Feng Xuan quietly left his room and found Chi Longyun who was practicing.

"What do you think of Zhuang Ping? I don't know why I feel there is something wrong with it."

Feng Xuan sat cross-legged opposite Chi Longyun, with his hands flat on the table and looked at Chi Longyun.

After hearing this, Chi Longyun paused slightly with the hand pouring tea into Feng Xuan's cup, and then returned to normal.

"Why do you see it?"