Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 413 Senior Brothers

The Ghost Emperor's Infant Tomb is a neutral place, and there are many ferry crossings in the entire Yin-Yang Continent. These ferry crossings have become passages for all races to travel here! Some people go there specifically to die, while others go there to encounter opportunities, and the two largest races among them are the Undead Race and the Wrathful Spirit Race!

The dead land occupied by the dead spirits is filled with gloomy gray death. On the contrary, the ghost paradise occupied by the ghosts is filled with bright white resentment.

Hearing this, a map appeared in Qin Feng's mind. Looking at the huge Yin-Yang diagram, Qin Feng nodded silently, "Oh! This side is the dead land occupied by the Undead Clan, and the other side is the Wrathful Spirit Paradise dominated by the Wrathful Spirit Clan!"

The huge contrast between the dead and the vengeful spirits led to an endless fight between the two sides. Because the two areas were separated by a lightning net that could not be crossed, the fight mainly came from the mixed Ghost Emperor Infant Tomb!

And every time something big happens at the Ghost Emperor’s Infant Tomb, the fight will instantly escalate, resulting in countless casualties!

In the past hundreds of years, the God of Death had ignored all matters of the Ghost Emperor Infant Tomb, no matter how big or small. But this time, the God of Death took the initiative to come out and release the news, which made the two of them a little puzzled. When they asked further questions, the God of Death only said a few words:

"Ghost Emperor Infant from 7,000 years ago!"

The journey was not short. We were transported through the ferry to the tail of the Yin fish at the bottom, and then the cart sped all the way to the head of the Yin fish. It was a long journey!

The carriage frame was exclusive to the god of death. Driven by nine inky-black undead wildebeests, the carriage sped at lightning speed. It took two full months of non-stop travel to reach the ferry at the top of the Yin Fish's head.

Thanks to the message from the Undead Golden Crow, there were already people waiting at the ferry to welcome the God of Death, and monks from various races who were slightly closer had already arrived. Thousands of people gathered here waiting to see the glory of the God of Death!

From the moment the cart appeared in the distance until it entered the ferry, the crowd was noisy, some whispering and cursing, some shouting excitedly! There were people of all kinds of minds.

No matter how much you shout, no one dares to move.

Qin Feng looked at the people of various races outside through the car window and sighed in his heart, "Oh! It really looks like a slave society!"

Thinking of this, my hometown, the harmonious Greater China, and the graceful Chang'an City appeared in my mind, but these memories are a little fuzzy!

The ferry had been cleared, and the four people on the car got off the car one after another:

"Wow!"

The people in front immediately knelt down and said:

"Meet Lord Death, meet the two elders, meet? Meet?"

Seeing Qin Feng behind them, everyone didn't know who he was, but from his clothes, they could tell that he was a true god-level Glory Nightmare Fighter and was still respected!

The Grim Reaper did not mind the embarrassment of the crowd at the moment and raised his hand slightly to indicate that there was no need to be polite.

The super strong man in the lead hurried forward with a huge black sickle on his back. This man did not deliberately restrain his breath. Qin Feng only felt a huge sense of oppression coming. The Seven-Star Hunyuan Wuji Cloak on his body, which turned into a glorious nightmare fighter robe, fluttered without wind, blocking the oppressive feeling outside!

The Grim Reaper glanced at Qin Feng and smiled slightly, then looked at the visitor and said softly:

"I haven't seen you for over a hundred years. Why don't you just hold yourself back?"

The man came before the god of death and knelt down again:

"Disciple Samotuo greets Master! Seeing that Master is still as elegant as ever, Samotuo feels relieved!"

Samotuo stood up and bowed deeply to Qu Shanlian and Xie Luo:

"Meet Second Uncle and Third Uncle!"

Qu Shanlian smiled and said:

"Mm-m-not bad, you've broken through to the supreme level, and are almost catching up with me, your uncle! Hahahaha!"

?Xie Luo, however, smiled sinisterly:

"Hehe! I'm afraid it will stop here!"

This? Xie Luo seemed really annoying. Samotuo smiled and didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Qin Feng with some surprise and asked:

"Master, who is this boy? Not bad! He has the cultivation of a true god, but he can resist my supreme aura!"

The god of death laughed:

"His name is Qin Feng, you can call him Junior Brother from now on!"

Samotuo screamed:

"Ah! Master is accepting a disciple?"

Death shook his head:

"He is the descendant of an old friend of mine!"

"Oh! Ahaha, Junior Brother!"

When Qin Feng saw the God of Death introducing himself like this, Samotuo stepped forward to salute him, and he quickly returned the salute:

"Brother!"

Samotuo suddenly seemed to react, and asked with eyes wide open:

"I remember now, you are the guy who came in second in the Chenmo Holy City True God-level Nightmare Contest!"

Qin Feng smiled and nodded:

"Haha! I'm just lucky!"

After hearing this, Samotuo laughed:

"Okay, okay! Just like me back then, make it to the top three on your first try! I love you!"

The God of Death looked at Samotuo's crazy look and snorted coldly, frightening Samotuo so much that he quickly put away his expression and looked at his master:

"Ah! Master, do you want to take a break?"

Death shook his head:

"Let's go first! If the three of us old guys don't go, they can't leave either!"

As he said this, he looked at the hundreds of tribes watching!

"Yes!"

After Samotuo finished speaking, he gave a few instructions to his followers behind him, and led the Death Gods onto the teleportation array, and instantly arrived at the Ghost King's Infant Tomb!

Yes! If they don't leave, the teleportation array will remain blocked, and no one can get in or out. This old man is sensible!

The ground underfoot was solid, and the same tens of millions of people were buzzing, the same hundreds of people were kneeling and kowtowing, and there was actually the same person who came forward and knelt down to call him Master. What was even more bizarre was that the God of Death also introduced Qin Feng!

Still the same, that man and Qin Feng called each other brothers!

Barek, another disciple of the God of Death, was the same size as Qin Feng, with a short staff only half a foot long on his waist, but the top of the short staff was an oversized black ball. This was not a staff, it was simply a round-headed oil hammer.

At this moment, Qin Feng discovered that there were seven teleportation platforms like this at this ferry. These seven platforms did not interfere with each other and were clearly separated.

Although the arrival of the God of Death caused a sensation among the Undead, for those on other platforms, they were just there to watch the fun and were unmoved by the coming and going of people!

"Master, the Wrathful Spirits haven't arrived yet, everything is normal!"

Death nodded after hearing this:

"Well! Let's talk about it when we get back!"

Still got on the truck, and the vehicle moved slowly!

Through the cracks in the window, one could see people coming and going outside, from all races.

This is the only ferry crossing on the Ghost Emperor's Infant Tomb. Seven teleports connect the Land of Death and the Heaven of Resentful Spirits respectively, so hundreds of races gather here.

The resentful spirits of the dead have been holding grudges for a long time, but private fights are not allowed here. If conflicts occur, they can be resolved outdoors, regardless of casualties. Otherwise, this place would have been dead silent long ago!

All races understand this truth, and no one will provoke a war without reason. Once a war breaks out, it will be a war between races. No one can imagine the consequences of this, and no one dares to think about it!

However, in the wild, each tribe has its own habitat and does not interfere with each other!

The habitat of the Undead is very vast and is still made of fences of giant trees.