The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 887: Migration (Part 1)

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The heavy rain that lasted for a day and night, finally stopped.

The clouds and mists evaporate on the ground of the entire Qingqiu Forest, as if the miasma that has long since disappeared is coming back again.

The birds and beasts appeared again in the forest, but they all lost the agility of the past. They looked into the depths of the forest and trembled, as if they were afraid of something.

Looking in the direction of the eyes of birds and beasts, corpses were lying side by side on the ground, and a fox clan staring at the distance with eyes blankly beside them.

At this time, Chen Fan was lying in Ari's arms, and he had fallen into a coma.

Before, he used the power of the demon tail to slash three Wuhou peaks in succession, which has drained all of his spiritual power and made him extremely weak.

"Papa."

A drop of tears fell on Chen Fan's face, and it was a little cold.

The tears slid down Chen Fan's cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and a bit of bitterness instantly filled the whole heart.

Opening his eyes slowly, Ari appeared in front of Chen Fan.

The small face that charmed all living beings is now dirty, and it is even hard to tell whether it is tears or blood.

"You are awake."

Ari's voice is hoarse, not as crisp and agile as before.

"Ahem..."

Chen Fan got up with difficulty, only to feel that there was a fire burning in his chest, coughing continuously.

He glanced at Ari with a distressed look. He groaned and said, "I'm sorry, if it wasn't for me, your people would not have been robbed by this."

Ali shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you. A few months after you left, my father left with half of the prepared people."

"The remaining half of the tribe has been procrastinating because they are reluctant to leave here. At first, my father didn't expect the human army to come so soon, so I only left Grandpa Hu to take care of the remaining half of the tribe."

The more Ari talked, the sadder he got, tears falling like raindrops.

Chen Fan knew that the grandfather Hu in the other party's mouth should be the elder of the fox clan before. He turned around and looked at the body of Grandpa Hu, not far away.

"Even he died..."

Chen Fan's fists clenched involuntarily, and as soon as the eyes passed, there were almost three hundred corpses on the ground, all of which were strong and light fox tribes who were capable of fighting.

Now there are only more than a hundred old and weak people who are still alive, most of whom are still wounded.

From their eyes, Chen Fan could see despair and numbness. The sudden blow shattered the hearts of the entire tribe. Looking at the tragic death of former friends, lovers, and even relatives in front of him, he asked the world. Who can not be heartbroken?

"Help me up." Chen Fan said, pulling Ari's arm.

In this way, with the help of Ari, Chen Fan came to Xiao'an's corpse. His brain was very confused. The foxes died tragically, and the despair in the eyes of the survivors was always intertwined in their hearts.

Chen Fan thinks he should do something.

I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. After all, all of this has a lot to do with his sudden visit.

"Xiaoan..." Chen Fan bowed to the corpse on the ground, and then firmly said: "Let me take you to your new home!"

As the voice fell, a ray of weak spiritual power suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's palm. The spiritual power turned into flames when met with the weather, igniting Xiao An's body.

The fox family does not have a tradition of cremation. In the past, if they saw Chen Fan's practice, they would definitely step forward to stop it, but at this moment everyone was numb and just passively accepted everything.

Watching Xiao'an's body turn into fly ash, and seeing the ashes being placed in a jade box by Chen Fan.

While the whole process continued, no one said a word.