The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"We originally wanted to start migrating early today, but who knows that Zhinu came one step ahead of us."

"I arranged for everyone to hide in the cellar as soon as possible, but still many people did not have time to hide and were killed by the sun slaves."

Before walking to the rows of corpses, Zhou Qing spoke in a groan, and could see that this middle-aged man was burdened so much that he was a little old when he reached middle age.

"Today you are just here, so take this opportunity and send the wanderers who come home first with me."

When Zhou Qing's voice fell, someone else handed a torch, and Chen Fan watched the other side throw the torch into the corpse and burn everything.

"You are home, don't forget, say hello to your loved ones for me!"

Zhou Qing's voice was illusory, as if speaking to a ghost in the dark. At this time, the originally calm weather also set off violent winds, and the wind helped the fire become more and more violent.

I could faintly hear howling and howling, as if responding to Zhou Qing's words.

The fire continued to burn, and the sky gradually dimmed. Chen Fan saw the distant horizon, blood-stained red clouds appeared, and the rays of the sky were thousands of rays.

"The sunset glow I saw in Xiaguang City is the most beautiful. I got its name from Xiaguang City back then, and even tens of thousands of people come to watch the clouds every day."

Zhou Qing pointed to the raging fire in front of him and said: "There was originally a Guanxia Terrace. According to legend, standing on the Guanxia Terrace, you can reach out to touch the stars in the sky. And there is also the best place to watch the sunset!"

"I haven't seen Guanxia Terrace. It was destroyed by Zhinu before I was born, and it was destroyed along with it. There is also the pearl of the north, the glory of Daxuan."

Chen Fan's face flickered against the blazing fire. He patted Zhou Qing on the shoulder and solemnly said: "Everything will be returned, and the city of Xiaguang will be rebuilt, and the pearl of the north will bloom again one day. , Guanxia Terrace, will definitely rise again!"

"Trust me, this day will come soon!"

At this moment, everyone was just staring at Chen Fan. After seeing the strong, almost indestructible firmness on his face, everyone seemed to have a bit of firmness in their hearts.

Confidence and courage can infect people. Today, Chen Fan is sparing no effort to infect people around him with his confidence.

This world has never been able to do anything forever, as long as you think enough, anything can be done!

Everyone just sat on the floor, bidding farewell to their dead relatives, while Chen Fan was also listening to the intelligence brought by Zhou Qing.

After all, he is a person who has lived in Xiaguang City for so many years, and Zhou Qing, a nearby Zhinu tribe, can be described as precious.

The whole person is simply a living map.

The original Chen Fan rushed on the land of the northern wasteland, his eyes were blackened, and he did not have a clear concept of what he encountered or what he was about to meet.

Just like the thirty wolves that I met before.

If Chen Fan hadn't been alert enough to be aware of the existence of Sun Slaves before being discovered by the opponent, the battle would not be so simple at all. Although it might be possible to win, at least it wouldn't be a ruin.

Therefore, Zhou Qing's intelligence is no different from a beacon in the dark night, and Chen Fan has a clearer vision of the future.

First of all, what they have to do is continue to harass the small and medium-sized tribes of Sun Slaves.

You can kill as many as you can, but you can never love to fight.

All of these small and medium-sized tribes are in danger, and they have no time to mow winter grass. This is what Chen Fan needs to do!