Chapter 3965 The God-Suppressing Bell Beheaded by Memories

"What is the purpose of leaving these engravings?" Lin Fan whispered.

He has browsed all the engraved pictures left by the Poison God, but no matter what angle he is from, he cannot analyze the true intention of the Poison God.

"Senior, aren't these engravings left by the Poison God thinking about the supreme Tao and Dharma passed down by future generations?" King Kunpeng spoke.

This is something he is extremely puzzled.

Because, if the purpose of the poisonous god is really as he said, the sound of chanting the scriptures just now and the turbulent waves between the ups and downs, Lin Fan would have gained something.

It should not be the confusion and unknown at this moment.

Lin Fan sighed: "You'd better leave this place. Although I don't know the true intention of the Poison God, in fact, this place is extremely dangerous. There are at least hundreds of creatures who are like you who hope to gain something, and finally become part of the picture."

"What?" King Kunpeng was terrified, and then sneered: "Senior, although you are incomparable, you can be too underestimated if you want to deceive yourself like this."

"Do you deceive?" Lin Fan frowned and then laughed: "Do you think that I discovered that this place is indeed a place of creation, so I want to send you away?"

"What else?" King Kunpeng's words even more ridiculed: "I am sitting cross-legged here for thousands of years. If there were any strangeness or tricks as you said, I would have been no longer in the world."

Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "That's all, believing or not believing is your business."

Then, he walked out, but after thinking about it, he paused for a moment and said, "I remind you that the reason why you didn't think anything was wrong in the past was just because your qualifications were extremely poor and your cultivation was far from the top level in the world. But today I accidentally triggered the picture and ignited the scriptures. There might be changes. It is better to leave."

King Kunpeng laughed and said, "Okay, you won't bother, please leave."

Lin Fan frowned.

I really want to look back and give this Kunpeng King two ears of melon seeds.

What do you think of him as?

If you really need these pictures, you can kill all the demons here directly. Is it necessary to be so troublesome?

But he ignored it and left directly.

What should be said has been finished, there is no need to work harder.

But, just the one he was about to walk out of the mountain stream-

"Ah...Senior, please save me!"

King Kunpeng's tragic call for help made the mountain stream roar.

The endless stone exploded, and the demonic energy even spread out.

Lin Fan turned around and saw King Kunpeng dragging into the picture at an extremely slow but extremely resolute speed.

"Save me." King Kunpeng saw Lin Fan looking back and asking for help shrillly, his eyes full of desire.

But Lin Fan ignored it.

What he should say has been finished.

This is all caused by King Kunpeng.

But when he saw that the picture was engraved, he even wanted to swallow the other demon clans, so he sighed and took action directly, leaving all the medicine clans except King Kunpeng.

"No... save me."

King Kunpeng was desperate.

Regret not before.

But Lin Fan has already left.

One hundred thousand miles away.

A group of big monsters shivered, their eyes full of panic.

At that moment just now, they really felt a terrifying death. And they were sure that if Lin Fan had not taken action, they would have suffered and would not have died, and were in endless suffering.

"Thank you for helping me."

The demon clan who responded quickly conceived the ground and thanked Lin Fan.

Lin Fan just nodded lightly and left directly.

The remaining monsters didn't know where to go.

In this only true path, no strong man follows them. Only those who are waiting for them are slaughtered like a lamb, like the rootless duckweed and lonely and helpless.

"Go to the king's tribe."

There is a big demon suggestion.

But soon, someone questioned: "The king is dead, but we close servants are still alive. What do you think the king's tribe will say to you and me?"

A group of people were terrified!

It's true.

The so-called master is humiliating and the minister dies.

What's more, King Kunpeng is dead now?

"That's not your fault. That's the picture left by the Poison God to swallow the king. Even if you and I use their lives to protect it, what's the use?"

"But, will they believe it?"

"Yes, even if the truth is true, who will listen and who will believe it? After all, you and I will bear everything and will be buried with you."

When it comes to burial for sacrificial life, these monsters were even more trembling!

This is the tradition of the Kunpeng clan.

If a demon emperor-level creature falls for some reason, then all the close servants will be buried with you.

"Brother Diao, please pay attention."

Everyone looked at one of the golden eagles.

This golden eagle has the bloodline of a peng bird.

Very smart.

"Ha, the king clearly died at that man's hand. The purpose of your life is just to send a message to the king's tribe."

Many big monsters lit up!

That's true!

People like me survived not because they were jealous of their lives.

Instead, the information about the murder of the king was transmitted to the Kunpeng clan.

Soon, these big monsters walked together, and of course, they all looked miserable after being disguised.

Some people have broken bodies, while others have their souls torn apart.

At a glance, you can tell that you have gone through an extremely tragic battle.

At this time, Lin Fan walked alone on the only real road, looking for miracles.

Of course, it is not just about miracles, but about seeing the ruins of pioneers who left traces.

Finally, he stopped in front of a small gallery.

It is because, through his rune eyes, he seems to have seen the past of aspiring to become a god.

It was an extremely outstanding man who made a group of peers unable to look up, and in the end he was the leader.

But in the end, when he was about to seize the only real path, he seemed to have encountered some strange and terrifying world.

In the end, at the moment the fruit was about to solidify, he slashed himself and didn't want to become a god at all.

Then, the phantom dissipated, and a thin page of paper fell, and Lin Fan reached out to take it.

In fact, this is a mark from ancient times. If Lin Fan had not been able to trace the cause and effect and cross time and space, it would have been impossible to find the last trace of this person who was about to become a god.

"Don't want to become a god on the only real road."

It's just such a sentence without beginning or end.

But I am sloppy and Taoist.

Lin Fan frowned: "I heard the same words for the second time, what exactly is hidden."

Finally, he entered this small Taoist temple, a cushion, even though he had gone through eternal years, still exuded a faint Taoist rhyme, and Lin Fan sat cross-legged.

In a trance, the phantom of the sage who was unwilling to become a god would rather cut off his cultivation and turn into the most ordinary Taoist sage.
Chapter completed!