A horse-drawn carriage printed with a Honghu pattern slowly moved forward on the avenue, and the safest road to Beiliang was naturally through the Central Plains.

No one dares to cross the Forest of Terror easily, that's not saving time, that's looking for death.

When the end of the city was gone, he took off the seal of the dynasty. He didn't think that one day he would leave the end of the capital like this, and he would only be accompanied by three or two small people.

He sighed faintly, and was just about to lower the curtain of the carriage. Just as he was about to let go of his hand, he couldn't help but pause, stretched out his head and looked north.

The place where blood rained that day, the place that caused him to inexplicably lose the prince's so-called bad omen.

A long line of golden blue sails through the sky.

"Dragon...... I'm raining blood in the sky, will the real dragon appear when I leave?" Mo Hongbai's voice was a little desolate, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, hidden among the grass on the side of the road. For the first time, he wondered if he was poisonous.

He slowly lowered the curtain and shrank his whole body back into the carriage. He slowly took out something in his arms. It's a bit similar to the Dark Order, but it's a lot smaller. That's why he's able to spot people in the shadows.

By chance, he had obtained this sub-order, and with the special divine cultivation method he practiced, he was able to find out all the hidden dark personnel one by one at the end.

It's just that he didn't be greedy, but gave all the credit for capturing the dark personnel to Ma Xiaoyan, so as to win people's hearts. He sighed leisurely, "It seems that this secret order will not be needed in the future." ”

He is ready to be alone and clear the shadows left by Black Feather Qingna and other figures, which is definitely not something he can participate in now.

He was ready to abandon this sub-order outside the mountains, but he still instilled his divine power into the sub-order.

Zi Ling emitted a dazzling light in his hand, pointing straight to the north, and it seemed that Zi Ling had some unknown emotion.

He was slightly stunned, his divine power surged, his head came out of the window of the carriage, and he looked back at the blurred figure of the real dragon in the distance, and the divine light in his pupils loomed, he didn't know that it was Zi Ling who sensed the breath of the mother order, but he still understood the reason for the many changes that had happened in the past few days, and couldn't help but cry out, "There is the owner of Zi Ling there!"

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Mo Hongnan looked up at the real dragon phantom, his eyes were extremely excited, "God help me! ”

He wants to become the master of this dragon as a way to prove that he is the true son of the dragon. Confirm your status as a prince and become a real successor who no one can shake.

There was a sensation at the end, and countless figures chased all the way in the direction that the dragon left.

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Nangong Fan sank into the sea of blood, and a faint clicking sound sounded in his ears. It's as if something is cracking around. It's just that at this time, he no longer has the ability to explore anything.

His slightly constricted eyes could see the surface of the sea of blood rolling, and the huge forelimbs easily stirred the sea of blood. There was also a harsh and unpleasant sound coming from the sea.

The big guy looked very unhappy.

The sea of blood was very viscous, and even so, Nangong Fan's body was still falling madly. Blood mist and black gas drifted around him. Even if he broke through to the legendary body, it was gradually corroded in it.

But this sea of blood has also become his most stable umbrella, completely blocking the big guy from the outside.

Nangong Fan felt that there was some strange energy drilling into his body around him, but he was powerless to stop it. I don't know if this inexplicable energy is good or bad? At least, it's nothing unusual for now.

The clicking sound gradually amplified.

Nangong Fan already felt that he had touched the bottom of the sea of blood, but he suddenly felt his body sinking. It was as if the eggshell had shattered, and the entire bottom of the sea of blood was completely broken with a click.

Sharp stones floated in the sea of blood, and countless tiny holes emerged at the bottom of the sea of blood.

This sea of blood collapsed.

To be precise, it was the ancient battlefield that collapsed.

Countless whirlpools rose, and Nangong Fan was swept away by a huge suction force without any reaction, and disappeared into this lifeless ancient battlefield with the sea of blood that passed.

......

Nangong Fan's hastily opened ring passage did not separate Chen Ming from them.

As soon as Ao Canglan entered the ring, she abandoned the fighting state that she had been holding on. The body that can easily stand hundreds of people has become only the size of one person.

She floated in the air above the ring, swallowing the strange aura that permeated the place.

As she grew smaller, her fellow Terrans who were scattered all over the place also felt a lot better in this vibrant atmosphere.

At this rate, it only takes them a maximum of half a month to replenish the lost blood, so that they can recover or even surpass the peak.

Chen Ming opened his eyes with some confusion, and glanced slightly at Ao Canglan, who was chasing Qinglian's aura in the sky, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew Ao Canglan, and he was in the small courtyard of the Holy Lord. He knew that this was the companion of the Little Holy Lord, even higher than their status, a true dragon with the blood of a divine dragon.

He withdrew his eyes, and a pair of big eyes were staring at him.

Chen Ming was immediately not to be outdone, his eyes widened, the two of them looked at each other with big eyes, and neither of them blinked easily. It wasn't until his eyes were sore that the person looking at him looked away, and the slightly damaged body made a neutral sound.

It seems that standing in front of him is a king who will never show a trace of fatigue no matter when and where.

"You should be the hidden power of that little guy in Kurosawa, right?"

King Beiliang looked extremely desolate, but most of his head was borne by Wang Zai, he was more just lacking spiritual power in his body, and among all the people who came in, he was the best one. He could see Chen Ming's cultivation at a glance, the Martial Emperor Realm, which was not a bad cultivation in the outside world, but in his eyes, it was not more than Er'er.

It's just that when he looked at the eleven people beside Chen Ming, his gaze couldn't help but stare at all, eleven Martial Emperors, the realm was not the same, and it gave him the feeling of condensing as a whole.

There seemed to be twelve divine swords in front of him, shooting out sharp edges that were difficult to hide, and they were directly hooked at him, making him feel like a catastrophe was coming.

With his knowledge, he could instantly react that this was a battle formation, but even though he was in a weak state at this time, what kind of battle formation in this world could make him feel threatened?

He was slightly shocked in his heart, what if these twelve people were not a complete battle formation? This is the hole card that Kurosawa is hiding, right?

No wonder the little guy dared to threaten that he would dare to face the Doomsday Seal if he broke through to the legend.

The eyes of the King of Beiliang were incomprehensible, and he suddenly released a bloodthirsty light, and an awe-inspiring killing machine descended on the audience. "You're all Kurosawa's brothers, you don't want him to take the slightest risk, do you?"

Chen Ming nodded subconsciously, if anyone wanted the life of the little holy lord, they had to step on their bodies first.

"This ring is definitely a treasure that is difficult to find in the upper realm, at least with the knowledge of this king, he has never seen a spatial ring that can hold living creatures. Do you know how bad it will be if this news leaks out?"

Although Chen Ming has little knowledge, it does not mean that he does not understand the truth that people die for money and birds die for food. I understood the original intention of the little Holy Lord to disguise them as puppets, and their pupils gradually sharpened.

"These people all have to die. King Beiliang Yao pointed to the Terrans in the rear, and his voice was full of decisiveness and endless murderous intent.

Chen Ming was slightly stunned.

But just when he was stunned, King Beiliang cracked a smile and pulled out the spear that was already slightly cracked. People are like the wind, guns are like dragons. It's like death is dancing, and at every step there are people who can't resist dying. Their terrible screams lingered among the rings.

The king of Beiliang was unmoved, his guns were sharp, and under the cold ice, he killed more quickly. When Chen Ming reacted, it was already a corpse on the ground.

King Beiliang stood in front of Chen Ming again, still the same as just now, as if he had never moved.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Although Chen Ming understood that this was the best way, because only the dead would never be able to open their mouths, he could never overcome this hurdle in his heart. He looked at King Beiliang with a tangled face.

King Beiliang just smiled lightly, and then sat cross-legged on the spot to recuperate, "If Kurosawa asks for guilt, this king will bear all the consequences." ”

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Nangong Fan felt as if his whole body had been completely torn apart, and there was great pain in his limbs.

When he was swept away by the whirlpool, he passed out because he couldn't bear it, but he had to wake up under the endless pain, and he opened his eyes gently,

It was dark, there was no sun and no moonlight. There was a roar of demon beasts in my ears.

Where is this? Could it be that you have fallen into the demon world?

Nangong Fan turned his body slightly, as if he had touched the wound, and couldn't help but hiss. There were tiny stones around him, and his eyes were full of blood. It was as if the entire sea of blood had collapsed and had been sprinkled with it.

Nangong Fan looked at this world with only black and red, and his mind crawled out of the sea of knowledge with difficulty, sensing this world.

The environment of this heaven and earth is still in the Nether!

Nangong Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't fall into the demon realm, everything was acceptable.

At the end of his gaze, he saw two specular lights, full of cunning and viciousness.

This is the gaze of the demon beast! It looks like it should be in the depths of the Forest of Terror.

Nangong Fan breathed in the humid air slightly, and the air was filled with a faint stench and rotten smell.

But in Nangong Fan's feelings, this air is so sweet, compared to the environment of the ancient battlefield, it can be described as a heaven and an underground.

These demon beasts wandering nearby didn't seem to dare to go deep into the red area. They were hungry and thirsty, wanting to taste the blood, but they didn't dare to swallow it. There was a thought in their hearts that warned them that this blood was not something they could easily afford.

Nangong Fan wanted to raise his arm, and Shennian wanted to receive the brilliance of the ring. As soon as he got into the ring, he would be able to recover in no time.

Raised his right hand with difficulty, but it quickly fell down, and Nangong Fan couldn't help but scream in pain again.

It is extremely difficult to even lift the arm.

Nangong Fan smiled bitterly, but suddenly felt that his whole body was inexplicably hot. It's like being in an oven, and there's nothing but unspeakable discomfort all over my body.

The heart was beating even more violently, and Nangong Fan even doubted that the heart would just jump out of his chest?

Heat and pain are a mixture of heat. There is no way to calm down.

What Nangong Fan couldn't see was that his skin had completely turned blood-red at this time. It was so red that it was like a sea of blood reappearing in his body.

He sank in a sea of blood, absorbed too much blood, and now it burst out all at once.

The outbreak came so violently. The heart seemed to be strengthened in the midst of it, but this strengthening was something that he was not blessed with now.

Nangong Fan's mouth let out a beast-like roar. He felt like his vocal cords had been burned off in the heat.

Nangong Fan even felt that he would be reduced to ashes in the flames before long.

He wanted to struggle, he wanted to cope, and he was unwilling to die like this. But now he can't do anything but wait for the flames to consume him mercilessly.

The frequency of the heart beating was faster, and his chest was torn, Nangong Fan wanted to fall asleep, but he was pulled by the sharp pain in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Fan felt that his body was sinking slightly, as if the stones and soil around him had turned into nothing at this temperature. He may soon disappear from this world as well.

Nangong Fan's consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.

At the moment when Nangong Fan fell asleep, a light lit up on his eyebrows, like a bridge to communicate with him and the sea.

A blood-colored phantom stepped out of it step by step, unhurriedly.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What beautiful blood. ”

His small head lowered slightly, looking at Nangong Fan's red body. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but crack, and a strange laugh burst out.

"Boy, it doesn't seem like it's going to work without me. ”

He teased, and his face gradually became solemn. "Blood! ”