1549: C1549 The Power of the Cold Spring

C1549 The Power of the Cold Spring

"Could the commander have passed through here and defeated the beast race?" A cultivator next to the commander of the armored guards asked.

"There must be more than one of them. Even if they don't have any aura, we can tell that they're facing at least ten chariots. Otherwise, there's no way to explain the traces of their retreat. " The iron armored commander looked at the bone wings that were inserted into the ground.

The bone wings were still dripping water. Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be frost on the bone wings.

Then, the armored commander frowned, "It might be one of Feng Jingtian's divisions. "

"What?"

"How, how could he have such an ability?"

The generals of the Iron Armored Army were all astonished.

The Iron Armored Army commander coldly snorted, "This region is absolutely one of the few places where only the strongest and the weakest can travel alone. And how can the strongest have the principle of carrying more than ten chariots? They either know how to travel alone, or they only know how to travel alone. The number of these chariots is too great, and only Feng Jingtian, Yu Ni, can take such a risk. As for why he had the ability to drive away two million soldiers of the Beast Army, he had decided to stay in Windy City. This is indeed worth considering. "

After the commander finished speaking, the troops were all in doubt.

There were not many conditions, but every word was logical.

"Alright, let's go back first. We'll search for the rest of them. I have to report to the City Lord. " The iron armored commander once again scanned the city. It was empty.

It was obvious that there was nothing left. There was no point in staying any longer.

The entire iron armored army slowly changed their front and back before slowly moving forward.

Suddenly, the vanguard increased their speed. The speed at which that army disappeared around Tianfeng City could no longer be described with words.

This army was clearly known for its defense and speed.

When a large portion of the Iron Armored Army disappeared from this region, the remaining Iron Armored Rangers also dispersed.

Those wandering riders went to investigate in private.

The Tianfeng City was still so desolate, it was not worth staying.

In the future, if he wanted to become so lively again, he did not know how long it would take.

……

In the endless desert, there were countless huge rocks. Between the huge rocks, there were countless war chariots. This was an ancient battlefield.

The sand covered up the abandoned war chariots and revealed the top of the war chariots.

Now, the war chariots of the new city were mixed in, and they were also covered up.

This place was relatively far away from Nine Wind City, and the spiritual aura was even less comparable to that of Windy Wind City.

However, it was indeed a place where no one came close, and no living beings came close, so it could be said to be safe.

Hou Buchen and Feng Jingtian faced each other and were discussing their next plan.

Feng Jingtian was injured, so he needed to rest for a period of time.

Recently, Feng Jingtian must have been hiding in this place, and wouldn't go out again.

As for Han Xing, the leader of the Beast Race had already been put under house arrest.

This fellow was definitely a rare commodity.

Even if he didn't need it now, he would be able to use it sooner or later.

In the beginning, that beast girl will definitely be depressed for a period of time, and that's why she wants to wear down her temperament.

When her temperament was almost worn out, she would definitely ask whatever she wanted and take whatever she wanted in the end.

This was the most basic way to treat captives.

"Recently, if no one goes out, I can leave for a while. I must inform Yang Fann. " Hou Buchen spoke to Feng Jingtian who was healing his injuries.

"Thank you!" Feng Jingtian didn't need to hesitate.

He knew that he couldn't leave Yang Fann. The key was how much Yang Fann could help him.

And what could he do with Yang Fann's help?

Hou Buchen nodded and quickly left the chariot.

The war chariot in the sandstorm naturally retracted its final brilliance, and the door was tightly shut.

The war chariots of the ten plus new cities looked no different from the other war chariots that had been buried.

In fact, if the war chariot hadn't opened its doors for a long time, it would have been buried in the end.

This sort of thing naturally couldn't be considered a problem. It would be fine as long as the war chariot came out of the sand when it reopened. It wouldn't be a big problem.

……

Hou Buchen walked to the east. He gathered his spiritual aura and then the simplest spiritual bird to transmit signals rose.

Such a thing was not worth mentioning even in the Wildness.

It was impossible to be attacked.

The Spirit Sparrow's speed was astonishing, but at the same time, it could pass through any obstructions in front of it.

In other words, it was absolutely a straight line towards the new city. It was naturally much faster than Hou Buchen's speed when he returned to the new city.

Before he returned to the new city, the Spirit Sparrow had not expended much energy, but it could send a few more waves of information.

He didn't know whether Yang Fann was in the new city or not, but this was what Hou Buchen was thinking about right now.

After seeing the disappearance of the Spirit Sparrow, Hou Buchen continued to move forward at an endless speed. However, it was only two to three thousand miles, and he had no choice but to turn around. In front of him was the location of the powerful tribe.

He had to take a detour. If it was the sparrow, he wouldn't need it.

Time passed as they continued forward. After a few days, dusk and the color of the sun alternated between night and day in Wildness.

Just as Hou Buchen was about to move forward at an astonishing speed, he suddenly felt a faintly discernible chill in the air.

That chill seemed a little familiar.

However, just as he stopped in his tracks to carefully sense what was going on with the chill, the chill disappeared again.

Hou Buchen frowned and continued forward.

The sun rose and set in the desolate plains. A place like this in the Wildness was not worth mentioning. It was not worth looking at, nor was it worth it for others to stay for a second longer.

Even if someone passed by occasionally, they could be sure that he would never appear at the same place again.

The Wildness was too big. There were too many places with no value like this.1

Even if it was the only way to go, who could guarantee that they would take the same route twice?

However, even though no living creature would repeat their journey, it did not mean that there were no other things that would come again.

For example, the spiritual aura, which was still indifferent and not worth mentioning, had always been here. For example, when the stone wind that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years blew past it, it would move. If the wind did not blow, it would not move.

It had been like that for tens of thousands of years.

Another example was when suddenly, a chill descended from an unknown space.

However, a layer of frost suddenly covered the land dozens of feet behind.

The frost disappeared in an instant. The wasteland became slightly moist, but in the end, the moisture disappeared completely.

When the moisture disappeared completely, a figure landed on the ground. It was Hou Buchen. He had returned.

He held the tip of Buchen's sword in his hand, and his fingertips seemed to be kneading the air. The air was dry, and the sudden chill had not completely disappeared.

Hou Buchen's gaze was solemn as he continued to sense.

In a moment, he had already looked towards the northeastern direction.

With a slight frown, he activated his movement technique.

He quickly disappeared into the wasteland.

The familiar chill caused him to come back to his senses. When he sensed it again, he had already made up his mind.

That was no ordinary chill. It was the power of the cold spring. Although it did not leak much, He had stayed in the new city for so long, but he could still sense it.

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