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Where is Xiao Chen? What is his way?
No one knows about it, and few people pay attention to it, except for those close friends. In today's world, who would remember the Qinglong King who was so sharp that he suppressed the entire younger generation of Kunlun five years ago and could not lift their heads.
In the vast Tianwu Domain of Kunlun Continent, there are eighteen states in the south alone, and one state is comparable to the area of ??the entire Qin Kingdom in the Sky Realm.
The original Haotian State was the most prosperous state among the eighteen states in the south.
But a great war between the Shinto League and the Haotian Sect turned the Haotian Prefecture into a barren land. After the war. Many mountains, rivers and landforms have been changed. Mountains have been razed to the ground, cities have turned into wasteland, and plains have turned into deserts.
There are also many innocent souls who died in the war, floating in this ruined land all year round. No matter where you look, this place is not suitable for long-term living.
After the war, Ying Zongtian used his supreme strength to make the entire Haotian City fly into the sky, and the entire clan moved away from Haotian Prefecture. This ruins, uninhabited for a long time, has become even more desolate.
The original Spark City has now become a cemetery, where a large number of Martial Emperors are buried, as well as an even greater number of quasi-emperors, as well as Martial Saints.
There are all five major tribes, the human race, the demon race, the ghost race, the corpse race, and the god race, leaving countless corpses in this place.
At the moment, the only popular place in the entire Haotian State is here. Often, relatives, friends and disciples of the deceased come to pay their respects.
The sky in Starfire City is always blood-colored, and the light is dim. From time to time, a group of blood crows will fly past in the sky. It is said that they are the result of the sins of Qinglong King Xiao Chen.
If you want to come here to pay homage, you have to be careful. These blood crows are extremely dangerous. After being entangled by it, even the Great Heavenly Martial Emperor found it difficult to escape.
There was even an example of a great Martial Emperor being eaten alive by Blood Crow, which was extremely terrifying.
On this day, a group of human warriors came to Xinghuo City, bringing sacrifices. There are three men and two women. Except for the leading man, who has the cultivation level of the Little Heavenly Martial Emperor, the four Qiyu people have the highest cultivation level of the Quasi-Emperor.
"Brother Feng, a large group of blood crows just flew over. We have two hours to go in and pay homage to our master."
A thin man who went to inquire about the situation, with a childish look on his face, came back quickly and said to the leading man.
The leading man, named Ling Feng, is handsome but looks to be in his thirties. At a young age, he has reached the first level of cultivation of Emperor Tianwu. He should be a rising star in the golden age.
There are many similar rising stars in this golden age. They were unknown before becoming emperor, but after becoming emperor, they became a blockbuster.
"Brother Feng, can we go in now?" A girl next to her said with tears in her eyes: "Today is my father's memorial day. It's getting dark. I don't want to miss it."
The other companions also looked at Ling Feng, and it was obvious that he was the leader.
On the gravel, Ling Feng said nothing, picked up the long knife and stood up to look to the west. In that extremely distant sky, under the blood clouds, a faint trace of the setting sun could be seen.
"Wait a minute, demon warriors have been coming to hunt blood crows recently. It's difficult to deal with them." Ling Feng is not old, but he is unusually calm: "Xiao Liu, go take a look around, remember be careful."
"Well, listen to Brother Feng."
Xiaoliu chuckled and dodged out.
"Brother Feng, with your strength, there is no need to be afraid of those demon warriors. Even the Martial Emperors of the Third Heaven are no match for you, and the demon warriors will surely die as many as they come."
"Yes, even Bai Ruxue, the leader of our Tianwu Territory, said that you are the last talented swordsman in the Tianwu Territory, no less than the Queen of Swordsmen."
His companions disagreed and were quite confident in Ling Feng's strength.
Ling Feng smiled and said nothing. He had seen real masters and knew the gap between himself and those older swordsmen. He will not belittle his talents or look down on himself, nor will he be arrogant and look down on himself.
As for the demon warriors, if they are not warriors from the demon royal family, he is not afraid.
Don¡¯t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. It¡¯s better to be cautious when dealing with others.
Half an hour later, when it was almost completely dark, Xiaoliu came back and found no trace of the demon warrior.
Ling Feng took the lead and said decisively: "Let's go, we only have half an hour, so hurry up."
"No, there will be another hour and a half before the Blood Crow comes?"
"Be careful, I feel something is wrong."Feng didn't look back or explain too much.
After a while, Ling Feng stopped and looked forward in a daze.
In the front of the field of vision, there is a shocking cemetery. In the dim light, graves and tombstones are erected in the strong wind.
The blood clouds in the sky made all the graves covered with a faint blood-colored light curtain.
From a distance, it looks like blood tombs standing among the ruins.
There is a wind blowing by, bringing with it a sense of desolation and desolation. Faintly, you can also hear the wailing of the wronged souls, hidden in the sound of the wind.
Several people walked forward and strolled through the cemetery. The memorial inscriptions on the tombstones were shocking.
"My father Liu Xue's tomb, at the invitation of my friend Haotian Supreme, came to guard Haotian Sect and died protecting Xiao Chen!"
"My master, Dongfang Jing, died to protect Xiao Chen at the invitation of my friend Haotian Supreme!"
"Uncle Baiwudied protecting Xiao Chen!"
"Zhang Feng of the Shinto Alliance, the Sixth Level Heavenly Martial Emperor, died in the melee because Xiao Chen was overcoming the tribulation!"
"Died to protect Xiao Chen!"
"Due to Xiao Chen's tribulation, he died in the melee!"
Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen! In every tombstone, the word Xiao Chen is clearly outlined in blood.
Blood represents uncertainty, blood represents hatred, and blood represents anger.
Hatred, uncertainty, and anger seemed to be the silent accusations against Xiao Chen by the warrior buried here.
Although it was not his first time here, Ling Feng was still shocked by this. It was hard for him to imagine that so many Martial Emperors would die because of one person.
It is even more unimaginable that when there is only one step left on the imperial road, the Azure Dragon King who was at the height of his power would jump off the imperial road regardless of his own life.
After all, what kind of person is that?
"The master's graveyard has arrived."
Several people stopped in front of a tombstone. On the tombstone, it was written that the tomb of my father Liuyuan died for Xiao Chen to protect the law.
After seeing the tombstone, the girl next to Ling Feng could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.
The others present were all disciples of the owner of the tombstone, and their moods were extremely heavy and difficult to control themselves.
"Master's death was really unworthy. He died protecting the Dharma for a heartless and unjust person."
"Even if I push the emperor's door open, I finally live up to the master's good intentions, but this man jumped at the last step."
The disciples of the deceased obviously had a strong hatred for Xiao Chen and were unwilling to even mention his name.
Ling Feng frowned, looked around, and said, "It's time, we have to leave."
"Brother Feng, please let me accompany my father." Liu Yun, the daughter of the deceased, looked at Ling Feng and begged.
Ling Feng couldn't bear to look at the girl and sighed: "Then just stay here for a while."
A quarter of an hour later, when everyone had finished paying their respects and was preparing to leave, several crows' cries rang out from the sky.
"Blood Crow!"
The expressions of the five people changed at the same time. How could there be a blood crow flying at this time?
Ling Feng¡¯s eyes narrowed and he looked up. As expected, behind the four or five blood crows, there was a man chasing them with a wild smile.
As he got closer, the demonic aura on the man became more and more obvious. He was a blood warrior from the demon world.
Phew!
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Five blood crows were swooped past, and the sins spread out, poured into the body of the vampire man, and were calmly refined by him.
"Comfortable, refine some more sins, and my Blood Demon Kung Fu will be able to advance to the next level!"
The vampire man laughed wildly, and suddenly his eyes fell on Ling Feng and his party.
And Ling Feng just happened to see the purple mark between this person's eyebrows, and his heart suddenly sank, he was a descendant of the royal family of the demon world. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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