632: C632 The Secret

C632 The Secret

After slightly restraining his excitement, Zhao Feng started to count the rewards inside the ring: 3 pieces of clothes, useless. Throw it away, the kettle, throw it away. Who knows what the water inside will look like.

Elder Token, keep this for now. It might be of some use.

In the end, Zhao Feng organized the items in the ring and also got a lot of good stuff.

It was just for Wei Ying to use.

Although most of the pills had turned into dust over time, there were still some that could be used.

However, to Zhao Feng, it was already considered a treasure.

However, the thing that Zhao Feng paid the most attention to was the letter inside.

"Could it be that the letter was personally written for the Crimson Flame Immortal Sect Sect Master?"

When he saw the name on it, he understood most of it.

Opening the letter, Zhao Feng read the contents inside. There wasn't much content, only two short sentences.

"The great apocalypse has arrived. That thing has appeared. No one can survive as a cultivator. The sect should hide from the world. There is still a slim chance of survival."

Seeing this, Zhao Feng was stunned. He had a faint feeling that there was some kind of secret behind it.

What was a great tribulation? Why were Immortal cultivators so powerless? Was it really that depressing?

He had only cultivated for a short period of time, but he had seen quite a bit. Among cultivators, he had many methods. Even a normal Foundation Establishment cultivator would not be able to imagine what methods he would have.

What kind of calamity could cause an elder of a sect to have such an attitude?

Even if he didn't think about it, Zhao Feng still had a lot of doubts. Since it said that the great calamity had happened and no cultivator could survive, how did these cultivators survive in this situation?

Was it because of that great calamity, or was there another reason?

All of a sudden, Zhao Feng's thoughts spread far.

"Forget it, with my strength, it's useless to think about those things. I might as well train well, there will be a tall man to support me when the sky falls."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Feng gave up thinking about this problem. With his current strength, even if he knew what a great calamity was, what use would it be?

What could he change? What could a mere Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator like him do in a place where the entire cultivation world was unable to cope with such a tribulation?

Having thought through this point, Zhao Feng was no longer conflicted. After looking around, he did not discover anything and swam back along the red river.

Looking at the giant boulder that covered the top of his head, Zhao Feng sighed. Honestly speaking, there were many secrets in Crimson Flame Immortal Sect that he had yet to explore, but he could not wait any longer and wanted to leave.

Wei Ying was still in the Crimson Flame Sect, if he did not go back, then what would those people do to Wei Ying?

Xuan Qingzi would never have thought that he would have the opportunity to survive under the explosion of the monster Meatball!

"Water Dragon's Break, go."

The red water dragon soared into the sky and charged towards the huge rock above its head.

Logically speaking, with Zhao Feng's current strength, it would be impossible for him to break through the giant boulder above his head and return to the outside world without a few hours of hard work.

But the red flow of water underground, who knew what it was. Borrowing the Water Dragon's Break which was used for water here, its power was greatly increased. It was just that with this strike, light from the outside world seeped in.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng shook his head with a sigh. He didn't bring any containers with him, otherwise, he would have brought some water like this back.

This thing was definitely a treasure.1

"Water Arrow Technique."

Since the light was already shining in, Zhao Feng only needed to follow the directions and make a path for him to pass through.

Water arrows that flickered with a red light shot up into the sky one after another, clearing a path in just a few minutes.

Stepping on the steep rocks on the left and right sides, Zhao Feng started to climb up step by step.

"It would be great if he had the ability like Xuan Qingzi."

The ability of Xuan Qingzi to control the sword was something that Zhao Feng envied. If he had that ability, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Thinking of this, an idea flashed through Zhao Feng's mind. He remembered the small sword that Zhao Yunfei had given to him.

At that time, he had thought that it was just a toy. It had originally been rather funny, but now, it seemed that the truth of the matter wasn't like that! Could that small sword also be a flying sword?

If that really was the case, then he was definitely qualified to become the family heirloom of Zhao Family.

Unfortunately, that little sword and its box had been placed in the Donghai City by him. If he wanted to verify it, he would have to wait until after he gets back.

Lying on the bare stone wall of the Scarlet Flame Mountain, Zhao Feng took a few deep breaths. To be honest, the encounter this time didn't seem too dangerous to him.

The explosion of the Meatball gave him a fright, and the remaining matter was not dangerous at all.

However, he felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

After resting for a while, Zhao Feng found the right direction and headed in the direction of Crimson Flame Sect. In terms of speed, he obviously couldn't compare to when he came over, and it took him three to four hours to return to Crimson Flame Sect.

But just as he walked to the entrance of Crimson Flame Sect, a wave of anger rushed to his head.

He saw Wei Ying running down the mountain in a panic. Behind her was a young man in luxurious clothing chasing after her.

"Little beauty, why are you running? Your husband is already dead, how about following me?"

Behind this person, Duan Yan followed: "Martial Uncle, no! That is a guest of my Crimson Flame Sect, you will ruin my reputation by doing this. "

That person coldly snorted: "Duan Yan, you common man, stop arguing with me here. Do you believe that I will make you, the Sect Leader, disappear from this world tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Duan Yan's face changed. Although he was the Patriarch of Crimson Flame Sect, in the eyes of those people from Crimson Flame Immortal Sect, he was no different than a servant.

Furthermore, with this person's personality, he really could have done this sort of thing. Back then, there was a female disciple who had pretty good talent in Crimson Flame Sect who was selected by this person and wanted to use force.

The result was that on the second day, the elder from the sect died in his own residence, and the female disciple disappeared without a trace. In the end, half a year later, in a large hall in the sect, the corpse of the disciple was found.

Everyone in the sect knew the specifics, not to mention the Sect Leader. Thus, upon hearing these words, he subconsciously hesitated.

But he hesitated, Zhao Feng did not hesitate! He had nothing to be afraid of. Since Wei Ying was being bullied in front of him, what kind of man would he be if he just sat there and watched.

He wouldn't even think highly of himself.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

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