The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 272 The gathering place for strangers (Part )

Follow the direction pointed by Chen Boxu.

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

But the speed is not very 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 when he came, then he would probably have passed by in just one glance.

"The scale of that gathering place is very large, but also very small..." Chen Boxu was still making signs with Chen Jing with his hand before "boarding", "It's like an iron nail stuck in the wasteland. Please let me know." Aji, please slow down, otherwise we will really miss him if he flies too high."

While rushing to the gathering place.

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

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

"Oh, kill everyone, and then loot the gathering place..." Lawrence began to record the old man's overtones.

"That's a bit too much!" Chen Bofu looked at Lawrence displeased, as if asking who do you think I, Chen Bofu, was, "Just grab some supplies and go. As for those people... it depends on their fate. "

"Mr. Chen, take whatever you say, maybe 80% or 90%?" Lawrence asked cautiously, not daring to speculate on the leader's intentions.

"Of course it's 100 percent!" Chen Bofu cursed with hatred.

"Yes! Ten percent!" Wei Nan raised his hands in agreement.

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

I really don’t know how they developed such a temper. It’s a bit unfair to call them bandits.

Compared to other Old Descendants, they seem to be more interested in smashing, looting, and burning. Even Lawrence, who was rampant in the wasteland at the time, can't compare to their evil heart.

now.

Chen Jing sat on top of Bai Aji's head, looking around leisurely. Dozens of golden rays of light were constantly twining in his hand, like a holographic projection displayed in his palm.

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

"Are you sure it's that simple?"

"There are many ways to use energy to manifest, you just need to start from the basics..."

Chen Jing is the same as other old descendants.

Each promotion sequence will provide different powers.

When he was in sequence one, he gained the power to use the relics from the three pathways without paying any cost. After being promoted to sequence two, his ability was to integrate the relics from the three pathways into his body, thus transferring the power from the relics. to myself...

Now he is an old descendant of Sequence Three.

The powers gained after promotion to the sequence are completely different from those before. It can even be said that this is the beginning of the Old Ones...controlling energy.

"These energies come from deep space. They can be used as indestructible spears or as indestructible shields. 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 "him" in his mind explained patiently and took the trouble to answer Chen Jing's questions that only newcomers would ask.

"Holy light is a manifestation of energy, 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."

"I understand! Then I'll practice more!"

"Well, good boy."

"..."

Everyone sat on Bai Aji's back and chatted. From time to time, they would secretly glance at Chen Jing. After all, this kid seemed not quite right since he left Yongye City. From time to time, he would mutter something to himself, but they couldn't hear it. Find out what he is mumbling.

"You're really working hard." Lawrence looked at the constantly twisting golden light in Chen Jing's palm and seemed to understand what he was doing. He couldn't help but sigh, "You have worked so hard just after being promoted to the rank. You are worthy of being a descendant of the Yellow King! "

"Why the hell didn't you say he deserves to be my grandson!" Chen Bofu kicked him over and said angrily, "You really don't have any eyesight at all!"

"This is so against my will. It's unconscionable to say it." Lawrence muttered, and as soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards the rear of Bai Aji, avoiding the flip-flops kicked by Chen Bofu.

At this moment, Yan Que, who had been staring at the wasteland below in a daze, suddenly spoke and pointed at a strange building not far away.

"Is that that one?"

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

In the desert-like wasteland, a rusty "high-rise building" stood in it. The giant windmill installed on the roof was still rotating, and a faint creaking sound could be heard.

"That building is the gathering place?" Chen Jing looked at the strange building and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Because in a wasteland full of dangers, "landmark buildings" like this should not exist.

The tall building, which seemed to be made of rusty iron sheets, was at least nearly 200 meters tall. If converted according to normal buildings, it should have more than 60 floors.

Take a closer look.

Just like the old man said.

The building was like a big iron nail sticking up in the desert.

No matter how you look at it, it stands out.

"The weather in the wasteland is changeable, especially in this area. The wind and sand must be very strong. Isn't the gathering place shaped like this deliberately seeking death..." Chen Jing said while turning his head to look to the left and ahead. Distant tornado.

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

The earth-yellow salon roll was like a cloud pillar hanging from the sky. The constantly twisting body almost tore into pieces everything it touched, like an inaccurate cutting knife, leaving a twisted shape in the desert. Down a terrifying trajectory.

"That building has a barrier, and these unusual weather conditions have limited impact on it. However, when I came here last time, the building didn't seem to look like this..." Chen Bofu came to Chen Jing's side, squatted down and looked at the building carefully. Weird building, "Why is there an extra big windmill..."

"You can't decorate the house without you coming?" Lawrence complained.

"Bullshit! You're the only one who talks so much!" Chen Bofu cursed without looking back, "You think I can't control you now because my strength has declined! My dear! Go and give him a good beating! Let him know who’s boss!”

"You are, you are, you are." Lawrence chose to relent.

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

At this moment, Baiaji had already flown towards the weird building and kept slowing down.

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

Totems are all human figures.

It's the same weirdo in the hooded robe.

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

After all, he looked almost like this when he was wearing a yellow robe... But he soon understood that this was because he was being sentimental.

"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 Grandson Gui join the Hanging City?! Why did he come to the wasteland to open up wasteland?!"

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

"A former rival of mine..."

When Chen Boxu said these words, everyone only heard the rustling sound coming from the strange building.

Then a strange-looking spider with a human head crawled out of the window and reached the roof at lightning speed.

The spider was a copper-like metal creation that seemed to be pieced together from countless parts. There were vaguely something like springs or connectors on it.

now.

The cooling exhaust pipe on its back is constantly spitting out thick, high-temperature white mist.

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

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

"As expected, it's you! Hassard, you old bastard!"

Chen Bofu was furious and pointed at the old man.

"Say hello! Pay back the money!"

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