The end of the world begins with failing an exam

Chapter 272

Follow the direction pointed by Chen Bofu.

Chen Jing and his party sat down and worshiped Aji, then started to rush over there.

But the speed is not fast.

Because Chen Bofu and Lawrence only vaguely remembered the approximate location of the gathering place, if Bai Aji was flying at the same speed as before, then he might have passed by with just one swipe.

"The scale of that gathering place is very large, but also very small..." Chen Bofu was still gesturing to Chen Jing with his hand before "boarding the plane", "It's like an iron nail stuck in the wasteland, you let Bai Aji, slow down, or we won’t be able to find it if we fly too far.”

In the process of rushing to the gathering place.

Everyone also held the first team meeting on Bai Aji's back. The general content was that they had to do something after going to the gathering place, and they couldn't return empty-handed even if they couldn't find any clues.

"Let's borrow some supplies and go." Chen Bofu suggested.

"Oh, all the people were killed, and then the gathering place was looted..." Lawrence began to record the old man's overtones.

"It's a bit too much!" Chen Bofu looked at Lawrence displeasedly, as if he was asking who you think of me, Chen Bofu, "Just take some supplies and go, as for those people... let's see their good luck. "

"Master Chen, take whatever you say, maybe [-]% or [-]%?" Lawrence asked cautiously, not daring to speculate on the leader's intentions.

"Of course it's done!" Chen Bofu cursed bitterly.

"Yes! [-]%!" Kui Nan raised her hands in agreement.

Chen Jing and Yan Que looked at each other, then smiled helplessly.

I really don't know how they cultivated their temperament. It's a bit wronged to say that they are bandits.

Compared with other old descendants, they seem to be more keen on things like smashing, smashing, looting and burning. Even Lawrence, who was rampant in the wasteland, can't compare with them.

now.

Chen Jing sat on top of Bai Aji's head, looking around leisurely, with dozens of golden rays continuously twining in his hands, like a holographic projection displayed in his palm.

"Yes, that's it, just practice a little more."

"Are you sure it's that simple?"

"There are many ways to use energy materialization, you just start from the most basic..."

Chen Jing is the same as other old descendants.

Each promotion sequence will get different powers.

When he was in the first sequence, the power he got was that he could use the relics from the three paths without paying the price, and after he was promoted to the second sequence, his ability was to make the relics from the three paths into his body, thus transferring the power from the relics to myself...

Now he is already an old descendant of Sequence Three.

The powers obtained after the promotion sequence are completely different from the previous ones. It can even be said that this is the beginning of the old descendants... to control energy.

"These energies all come from deep space. They can be used as an indestructible spear or an indestructible shield. How you use them depends on your own ideas."

"Why do I feel that these energies are the same as the holy light of the Yellow King's Holy Grail..."

"It's just a thing."

The "he" in his mind explained patiently, and took the trouble to answer these questions that only newcomers would ask Chen Jing.

"Holy Light is a manifestation of energy manifestation, but before Sequence Three, you could only use it through the power of the Holy Grail, and there were many restrictions. It's not like you can do whatever you want now."

"Understood! Then I will practice more!"

"Well, good boy."

"..."

Everyone sat on Bai Aji's back and chatted, and would sneak a glance at Chen Jing from time to time. After all, this kid seemed not quite right after leaving Eternal Night City. He would mutter to himself from time to time, but he couldn't hear him. Know what he is muttering.

"It's really hard work." Lawrence looked at the continuously distorted golden light in Chen Jing's palm, and seemed to understand what he was doing, and couldn't help sighing, "You have worked so hard just after being promoted to the sequence, you are worthy of being the descendant of King Huang! "

"Why don't you say that he deserves to be my grandson!" Chen Bofu kicked him and said angrily, "I really don't have any vision at all!"

"This is so against my will, it's unconscionable to say it." Lawrence muttered, and just after he finished speaking, he ran and ran to Bai Aji's tail, avoiding the flip-flops kicked by Chen Bofu.

At this moment, Yanque, who had been looking at the wasteland below in a daze, suddenly spoke, pointing to a strange building not far away.

"Is that the one?"

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

In that desert-like wasteland, a "high-rise building" covered with rust stands in it. The giant windmill installed on the roof is still rotating, and the sound of creaking can be heard faintly.

"Is that building the gathering place?" Looking at the strange building, Chen Jing couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Because in the dangerous wasteland, such "landmark buildings" should not exist.

The tall building that seemed to be piled up of rusted iron sheets was at least nearly 200 meters high. If converted according to normal buildings, it should have more than 60 floors.

Take a closer look.

Just like the old man said.

That building is like a big iron nail erected in the desert.

No matter how you look at it, it is conspicuous.

"The weather on the wasteland is changeable, especially in this area, the wind and sand should be very strong, isn't the gathering place made into this shape to seek death..." Chen Jing turned his head to look at the front left. Distant tornado.

This is the first time he has witnessed this special weather phenomenon in reality.

That khaki-yellow tornado was like a cloud pillar hanging from the sky, and its twisting body almost tore apart everything it touched, like an imprecise cutting knife, left crookedly in the desert. Down a terrifying trajectory.

"That building has a barrier, and the abnormal weather has limited influence on it, but when I came last time, that building didn't seem to be in this shape..." Chen Bofu came to Chen Jing's side, squatted down and looked at the building carefully. Weird building, "Why is there a big windmill..."

"You can't decorate the house if you don't come?" Lawrence complained.

"Dog! You talk too much!" Chen Bofu scolded without turning his head, "You see that my strength is declining now and I can't hold you down! Good grandson! Go and beat him up! Let him know who's boss!"

"You are you, you are." Lawrence chose to give in.

"The windmill is not strange, what I think is strange is the totem..."

At this moment, Bai Aji had already flown towards the weird building, and kept slowing down his speed.

As the distance drew closer, everyone saw that the blades of the big windmill were engraved with totems that had been eroded by wind and sand.

Totems are portraits.

It's the same weirdo in the hooded robe.

When Chen Jing saw those totems, his first reaction was to connect them with himself.

After all, when he was wearing a yellow robe, he also looked like this... But soon he realized that this was because he was being self-indulgent.

"How could it be him?!!"

Chen Bofu seemed to recognize the origin of those totems, and there was a trace of sincere shock in his disbelieving tone.

"Didn't the tortoise grandson join the Hanging City?! Why did he go to the wasteland to open up wasteland?!"

"Who?" Chen Jing became curious when he heard the word "Hanging City".

"One of my old rivals..."

When Chen Bofu said these words, everyone could only hear rustling sounds coming from that strange building.

Then a strangely shaped human-headed spider crawled out of the window and arrived on the roof with lightning speed.

That spider is a copper-like metal creation, which seems to be pieced together by countless parts, and some things like springs or connecting parts can be vaguely seen on it.

now.

The heat-dissipating exhaust pipe on its back is constantly spewing thick, high-temperature white mist.

And the old man sitting cross-legged on its back slowly lifted off the white cloth scarf wrapped around his face, and looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Chen Bofu?! You are still alive?!"

"It really is you! Hassad, you bastard!"

Chen Bofu was furious, and pointed at the old man.

"Yi Nima! Pay back the money!"

　The second update is coming~
　　------------

　　Thanks to [Book Friends 20230527111326596] and [Qiyue Fengqin] for their rewards~
　　Thank you to everyone who voted for recommendations and monthly tickets!

　　(`) Bow!

　　Thanks to all the friends who came to support, thank you for your support, love you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)