In the cave, the two people standing opposite each other, in terms of appearance, figure, and even their current state are surprisingly similar.

The only difference is that Feng Wuchen has a vicissitudes that are incompatible with his appearance.

This kind of vicissitudes usually only exist in old monsters who have been through thousands of years.

"How could there be two?" one of the men in black asked in confusion.

The man in charge had a fierce light in his eyes: "Ha... I didn't expect that you have such a wonderful incarnation method, but it's useless! Let's go together, since I don't know who is the deity, I will kill them together!"

Seeing everyone taking action at the same time, Feng Wuchen's eyes trembled and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The cultivation of these people is too weak.

Does Shinto Union send such a weak person to deal with him?

During this thought, he sank his eyebrows and stepped out one step faster than the other party.

"boom!"

He punched him out.

"puff!"

The man in black in the head was already blown by Feng Wuchen's punch.

Feng Wuchen's brows immediately frowned even tighter.

These people are even weaker than he imagined.

At most, it is not far from the Heavenly King realm.

Even if they stood there and let them fight, they wouldn't be able to kill him.

And this scene instantly scared everyone.

"How... possible! How could this waste have such strength..."

But Feng Wuchen didn't talk nonsense to them, flashed, punched, and was neat.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Only a few muffled sounds came one after another, and the remaining men in black were all knocked to pieces by Feng Wuchen, and only one of them stood there, trembling.

Feng Wuchen's body was like a ghost, and it flashed again, shaking the man's throat.

"Who sent you..."

"I...I..." The man's eyes were full of horror. Just as he was about to speak, a rune suddenly appeared on his forehead. The next moment, his head exploded and turned into blood mist.

“…”

Feng Wuchen said carelessly, but he didn't expect that this person was a dead soldier trained by some kind of tissue. He had already had some kind of backhand planted in his body. Once the mission failed, he would start it on his own.

So he turned his eyebrows and looked at the young man who looked exactly like him.

The young man was seriously injured and was able to survive here with a sense of perseverance. Now seeing Feng Wuchen's thunderous means, he felt his body soft and he half lying on the ground.

Now that he was glared by Feng Wuchen's eyes, he felt like he fell into an ice cellar and was at a loss for a moment.

There was almost no human emotion in the eyes of the person in front of him. That kind of eyes seemed to be a high god, looking down at the ants on the ground.

"Are these people here to kill you?"

Feng Wuchen's voice sounded, which brought back the person's mood.

"Yes...thank you...thank you for helping me." The young man was obviously hurting his heart. Even if he spoke, he was still as angry as a wanderer.

Looking at the familiar face, ripples appeared in Feng Wuchen's ancient well Wubo's heart.

There are no two identical leaves in this world, and there are no two identical people.

It was hard for him to believe that a person who looked almost exactly like him would be a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Thinking thousands of years ago, when he left, Feng Laiyi was already pregnant. Could this son be their descendant?

So he asked quickly, "What's your name?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "My younger brother is Feng Ziyu."

When Feng Wuchen heard this, his pupils trembled slightly, and his heartbeat instantly accelerated a little.

This son’s surname is Feng!

He immediately asked again: "Who is Feng Wuchen you?"

However, Feng Wuchen asked with anticipation, but the young man shook his head: "Sorry... Senior, I don't know Feng Wuchen in your mouth..."

"I don't know..." Feng Wuchen was stunned and said again: "Where is Feng Laiyi?"

Who would have thought that the young man would continue to shake his head?

This time, it was Feng Wuchen's turn to be confused.

Could it be that something happened in the past ten thousand years that made my bloodline and Feng Laiyi fall out!

And this is also the reason why I will be hunted down when I return!

Thinking of this, Feng Wuchen was worried and asked again: "Do you know your life experience?"

After asking this, the young man frowned and said, "Senior looks similar to me... Could it be an elder of my Feng family?"

"Feng Family?"

The young man continued to nod: "Well... I came from the Feng family in the northern part of the wasteland. It was established by the ancestors ten thousand years ago before the great disaster."

"Do you know your ancestor's name?"

Feng Ziyu nodded: "My ancestor is named Feng Qing, but he was injured in the great disaster. After only a few hundred years, he left..."

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's heart was still cold.

The so-called Feng family ancestor established the Feng family before the great disaster. This son didn't know that his name and Feng Laiyi should not be his bloodline.

Feng Wuchen sighed lightly, and thought about his current situation. So what if he asked clearly?

So he sighed, "Forget it...you go, the one who wants to kill me is not comparable to these ants. If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

Feng Ziyu pondered for a moment, but did not leave. Instead, he pursed his lips and asked, "Forgive me, I'm sorry, how can I ask what kind of cultivation you have?"

"Cultivation?" Feng Wuchen shook his head: "Have you sensed a little bit of spiritual energy fluctuations from me?"

Seeing Feng Ziyu being silent, Feng Wuchen smiled bitterly again: "As you see, I am now... just a useless person!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Ziyu's eyes trembled again: "You... do you really have no cultivation? You can easily kill the strong man from Wanxiangtian with just the power of your body! You... are you a strong man who has entered the holy path? No... it is impossible for ordinary saints to do this. Are you a great saint?"

Vientiane?

Holy Way?

Great Sage?

Feng Ziyu spoke several nouns in succession, but it made Feng Wuchen look confused.

Although he didn't understand, he probably understood that ten thousand years ago, after he left, the cultivation system in the heavens and the worlds also underwent earth-shaking changes, and what the young man said should be the current division of realms.

Feng Wuchen shook his head: "I don't understand the realm you are talking about, but if it's just the kind of ant just now, even if it's a hundred times stronger, I can kill it!"

"Hiss..." Feng Ziyu gasped and looked even more surprised: "How could a strong man like you not know the realm..."

Feng Wuchen chuckled, perhaps because the next life in front of him looked similar to him and was the same surname as him. He had a good impression of this son, so he did not hide it and said, "I have been away from all heavens and worlds for ten thousand years. The realm divisions we had at the beginning were probably different from now on, just like those few people just now, they were called the Heavenly King Realm at that time!"
Chapter completed!