The Great Hall of the Spirit Beast Clan.

Feng Wuchen told what had happened, and they knew that Feng Wuchen had been in the Heavenly Soul Continent all these years, and then he flew to the Heavenly Realm.

"Brother Long, you're too perverted, aren't you?It's been less than two years since you ascended to the Heavenly Realm, and you've broken through from the Heavenly Xuan Realm to the late stage of the Heavenly God Realm!"

Such a terrifying cultivation speed can be described as beyond the reach of the dust.

Manzhonglou smiled indifferently: "It will be of great benefit to you to re-train again." ”

"It turned out that it was the dragon patriarch who exhausted the primordial spirit to let you be reborn, no wonder the dragon god clan has not moved for all these years, compared to the dragon patriarch's current primordial spirit, it has not fully recovered. Brute War nodded.

"I didn't believe it at first, but with the improvement of my cultivation and the recovery of the memory of my previous life, I believed that I was the young master of the Dragon God Clan, the last time I came to the Heavenly Tomb, the memory has not fully awakened, and the Dragon Venerable will also seal the memory of the Spirit Beast Clan, this is not just a complete awakening of the memory, I came. Feng Wuchen said bitterly, with a hint of sadness in his words.

"Now that I have recovered my memory, I also have the backbone and courage to dare to set foot in the Spirit Beast Clan, and every time I think of the events of the year, I feel uncomfortable. Feng Wuchen continued.

"Long Zun is the only friend of our Spirit Beast Clan, we believe that you will never harm them, it has been many years since the incident, you should also let it go, after all, it is not your fault, and our Spirit Beast Clan will not blame you. The Great Elder comforted.

"Yes, Brother Long, don't think about the past, Wu'er and they won't blame you, you didn't come for a long time, and we were all worried about you. Brute Wind nodded and added.

Brute Zhan patted Feng Wuchen's shoulder and joked, "The dignified Dragon God Supreme, when did you become so vulnerable?"

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Longzun, Wu'er, their revenge is still waiting for you to take revenge. An elder said.

"Patriarch, elder, don't worry, I will definitely avenge this revenge. Feng Wuchen said firmly, such a big hatred, how could Feng Wuchen forget?

"Let's go, take you to see Wu'er and the little madman, they are buried in Wu'er Mountain. The brute laughed.

"Wu'er Mountain?" Feng Wuchen was stunned for a moment, but quickly relieved, this is the mountain named after Manwu'er.

Wu'er Mountain is not far behind the Spirit Beast Clan's territory.

Brute War and Brute Wind walked on foot with wind and dust, and brought good wine.

Wu'er Mountain built six tombs, which are the six barbarian Wu'er who died in the war.

They are the heroes of the Spirit Beast Clan!

"Wu'er, little madness, how are you doing? Look who has come to see you, Long Zun is back, Long Zun has been reborn, we will definitely avenge you, you can rest in peace. Brute Zhan smiled happily.

Looking at the graves of the six barbarian witches, Feng Wuchen's heart couldn't help but feel intense grief, and tears couldn't help but slide down.

Especially looking at the anger of the barbarian witch, Feng Wuchen felt a sharp pain in his heart like a knife.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"Wu'er, little madness, I've come to see you. Feng Wuchen choked, and then poured a line of wine in front of the grave.

"Brother Long. Looking at Feng Wuchen's sad appearance, the brute wind was also very uncomfortable.

"Long Zun, it's rare that we get together again, let's have a drink together. Barbarian Zhan smiled happily, seemingly smiling happily, but the pain in his heart was not as good as the wind and dust.

I think that the nine of them laughed together, drank together, practiced together, and lived happily without worries.

But now only the three of them are left, and when they get together again, there is only grief and longing.

"Wu'er, little madness, I'll toast you again. "The wind is dustless, and a glass of wine is drunk in one go.

In Feng Wuchen's mind, the memories of the joy of the year are vivid.

"!" shouted Brute War and Brute Wind.

"Wu'er, I'm sorry for you, I didn't protect you. Feng Wuchen said with grief in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became, the heart-rending pain made Feng Wuchen feel uncomfortable dying.

Brute Zhan patted Manfeng's shoulder and motioned for Feng Wuchen to be quiet.

Feng Wuchen looked at the grave of the barbarian witch in a daze, except for saying sorry, Feng Wuchen didn't know what to say at all, because no matter how much he said, it was already too late.

The wind is dust-free, and the flask is directly lifted and poured into a large gulp.

"Chief, Brother Long will be fine with drinking like this, right?" Seeing Feng Wuchen drinking frantically, Manfeng couldn't help but be a little worried.

"Long Zun's memory has just awakened, and the death of Wu'er and Xiao Mad is just like yesterday for him, so let him vent the grief in his heart. Barbarian Zhan frowned, this is also the reason why Barbarian Zhan came with wind and dust.

The purpose is to let Feng Wuchen vent the anger and grief in his heart.

"However, this is also a huge motivation for Long Zun, his cultivation will definitely improve quickly, and it won't be long before we can avenge Wu'er and them. Brute said, his fists clenched, his eyes full of murderous aura.

The barbarian witch and their enmity, the spirit beast clan has never forgotten, but they have not yet waited for the best opportunity.

"Ahh

Feng Wuchen's head was completely filled with pain and anger, and finally a mad roar of grief and anger came out, a heart-rending roar that resounded through the territory of the Spirit Beast Clan.

Anyone can hear the anger and anger in the roar of Feng Wuchen.

"Alas......" Manzhonglou sighed and shook his head.

"Patriarch, Brother Long will be fine, right?" one of them asked worriedly.

"He's fine, don't worry. Manzhonglou shook his head slightly.

"Wu'er's death was too hard for Long Zun, and when he fought with Tianzun back then, if it wasn't for this persistence, I'm afraid he wouldn't have fallen. The Great Elder sighed.

"Long Zun is already in the late stage of the Heavenly God Realm, and it is not far from breaking through the Heavenly Emperor, so he went to get the Nine Colored Melting Blood Spiritual Liquid to help Long Zun break through the Heavenly Emperor Realm. "It's a very heavy hallway.

"Patriarch, the Nine-Colored Blood-Melting Spiritual Liquid is for your cultivation, and it took three hundred years to conceive. A Great Heavenly Emperor powerhouse hurriedly said.

"It doesn't matter. Manzhonglou shook his head.

Wu'er Mountain, after Feng Wuchen vented his anger, he has been quietly looking at the tombstone of Barbarian Wu'er, and he has lost his soul.

The view of wind and dust is three days.

For three days, there was a bunch of wine jars on the ground, and after drinking for three days, Feng Wuchen was drunk.

"I hope that after you wake up, you can completely let go, Wu'er definitely doesn't want to see you now. Coming to Feng Wuchen's body, the brute sighed.

"It would be nice if they were still alive. Brute Wind said in a low voice, and then returned to the Spirit Beast Clan's territory with Feng Wuchen, who was completely drunk.

When Feng Wuchen woke up, he found himself in a large bathtub, which emitted nine-colored brilliance, and a very large and pure energy spread.

The wind-free cultivation is soaring at a terrifying speed.

"It's ...... Nine-colored blood-melting spiritual liquid!" Looking at the nine-colored light spiritual liquid, Feng Wuchen's face was full of shock.

(End of chapter)