Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Your mother, why don't you know anything, are you still a person in this world?" Xiao Nuo screamed when he heard such a question, but he had to tell him about the cultivation of gods.

This is the same as the Eastern Warrior.This continent has been there for many years.Gods have a unique cultivation method and a proud and lonely character.Eastern Confucianism is mainly divided into Tsing Yi Palace, Kongmen Gate, Qingyun Gate and Kunlun.Waiting for power and some idle cultivators.

Among them, Kunlun School has cultivated immortal gods.Their bodies are orphans of orcs.After continuous training, they formed people who walked on the eastern continent.The classification of immortality follows the division of the gods of the entire continent, and is divided into seven levels, and each level is divided into three levels.

On another day of training, at night, Fang Lang dragged some tired bodies to a distant village, thinking of Stuart's small face.

"I don't know if we can return to our world. Is your mother okay? Waiting for your son to go back with you." I thought of these words sadly, and my vision gradually blurred as I looked into the distance.

When Fang Lang stood at the entrance of the small village, a bad feeling came from his heart, and the air was filled with a thick bloody atmosphere.

"Is there any problem with this village?" Fang Lang raised a question and rushed towards the village with some fear.

A bad premonition flashed in my mind.

"No, it's impossible, Xiaoyue won't have anything, they can't find it here."

But when his body stood in the village, under the dim light, he clearly saw the scene in front of him, his body began to tremble with the rotation of his eyes, and a thin layer of cold sweat emanated from the back ridge.Standing there glumly, watching all the thoughts in front of me was infinitely cold, the air was full of strong bloody smell, and shook his head, hoping that these were not true.

After the difficult steps, he bent down and touched the man on the ground with his trembling hands. The man still had residual temperature.

"Hey, brothers are awake." Fang Lang shook the man's shoulders with his hands. The man's mouth was full of blood, and there was no slight reaction.

Fang Lang rushed to the other corpses on the ground, and responded to him with the same result.Looking at everything in front of me, the blood condensed into a river, and the corpse was like a mountain.Limbs scattered on the ground.The bloody internal organs were scattered among the grass, and the bright red blood and green contrasted with each other in the moonlight.This is suffocating.

Almost all the cold bodies on the ground were shattered by powerful forces.The internal organs of the body are not completely broken, the body is weak and has no texture.

Fang Lang rushed to the farmhouse where Situ Yue lived, and the dilapidated courtyard door was hidden.A bad premonition came from the bottom of my heart and rushed in.

"No!" Everything in front of him brought him back to the calm of the past.The two old people lying in the middle of the yard were lying on the ground, holding their dry hands tightly together.The two men dragged a long blood trail behind them.Before they died, the two men climbed together with their last strength.

Fang Lang rushed to the two old men in a panic, touching the two bodies with both hands, the warmth had not yet dissipated.

"Grandpa, Auntie, you are awake." Fang Lang's body was cleaned up and mobilized into two people, trying to repair them with his own strength.

"Cough..." The old man coughed, a drop of blood dripping from his mouth...