When the Dragon Martial Sword God heard the mad old man's affirmative answer, Mei Changsheng's hanging heart seemed to have finally settled, and after shaking his body a few times, he actually fell to the ground. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Old Mei. The crazy old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed Mei Changsheng.

Old, old after all, ahem. Mei Changsheng coughed up blood, and his eyes began to dilute, and he was a little free.

It won't be long before I'll be down. The crazy old man said that when he said this, he said it with a smile, and there was a kind of indifference to life and death, such a state of mind, without experiencing the ups and downs of the world, it is difficult to comprehend.

I have no children in my life, so I accepted Xiang Hao, an apprentice, Feng Daoyou, if the imperial capital is really not guaranteed, I just want to beg you, take Xiang Hao away, don't let him work hard and die in vain in the imperial city, this world is vast, and it is too wild to be his first stop. Mei Changsheng's voice, in the end, was already very weak.

All around, many students and monks who were forced into the imperial capital from the outside world saw this, their eyes were red, Mei Changsheng was a legend of an era, when he was young, when his blood was strong, he was a god in the hearts of a generation, but the years were unforgiving, Mei Changsheng could not go further in the realm of the human king, and now the soul has been hit hard, and his life is not long.

Mei Senpai.

Senior Mei, you can't die.

Many people gathered around, their hearts shaken and they felt sorrow.

It's a pity that I couldn't see Xiang Hao ascend to the king of people with my own eyes, and a trace of regret flashed in the eyes of Mei Changsheng, who killed the enemy, and then, his breathing gradually disappeared.

At this second, many people roared sadly, with a sense of desolation, and many people who regarded Mei Changsheng as a monument in their hearts were crying directly at the moment, unable to control it.

The idol in the hearts of a generation died of serious injuries.

Emperor Ling held a grand funeral for Mei Changsheng for several days in the Shendao Academy, and millions of people paid tribute to him throughout the whole process, but he was never buried, and was stopped by the crazy old man, because the crazy old man wanted to wait for Xiang Hao to wake up and let Xiang Hao see his master for the last time, after all, the master and apprentice were one.

On the seventh day, on the cultivation ground, the magic circle that trapped Xiang Hao began to fluctuate a little, and there were chaotic lights rising up into the sky, and there were many visions, and there was a faint sound of a dragon groan.

Xiang Hao is coming out.

Did he succeed?

People were excited, staring intently at the circle, and the flame of hope burned again.

But at this moment, there was an earth-shattering shout of killing outside the city, and the demon army and the Netherworld attacked again.

I'm going to go on a personal expedition. The Spirit Emperor said in a deep voice, after Mei Chang's death, many people lost their fighting spirit, and on the cusp of this storm, the Spirit Emperor knew that he must go to the battlefield to boost morale, otherwise he would lose faster.

The Spirit Emperor stared deeply at the magic circle, hoping that Xiang Hao would be able to come out of the human king realm, at that time, not only would the emperor not be broken, but there would be a chance to turn the tables again.

Then, the Spirit Emperor turned around and walked away with many masters, and many male students in the Shinto Academy also followed.

In the cultivation field, there were still countless pairs of eyes staring at the magic circle, and the magic circle began to distort, as if it would burst open at any time, and a mysterious and vast aura had already emanated through the magic circle, shocking the audience.

Huo Daozi Lin Han Ye Tianjiao Di Hao, and even Ruofeng Wu Han and others came, standing not far away, their expressions were shaken, and they felt the vast aura of the magic circle, and they didn't know what to say.

Hey, at this time, a peach blossom spread all over the sky, and a peerless beauty stepped into the air, it was Li Taohua, her dress was stained with blood, and she obviously came from a very dangerous place.

Although Li Taohua was not in the Shinto Academy before, she obviously knew everything about Xiang Hao, at this moment, after she arrived, she quietly stared at the magic circle, her face was expressionless, but if she looked closely, she could see the deep expectation in the depths of her eyes.

Just when some people thought that everyone had arrived, suddenly a strong murderous aura swept through the audience, making many people creepy, even the crazy old man frowned, and turned his head for the first time to look in a direction that was not the magic circle.

There, a bewitching red light swept quickly, emitting a monstrous murderous aura, and when this red light approached, people were shocked to find that it was actually a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

This little girl has waist-length hair, and her appearance is delicate and she can't find a single flaw, it is conceivable that if she grows up, she must be a peerless beauty who has brought disaster to the country and the people.

After the little girl in a bewitching red dress arrived, she ignored everyone, indifferent and not in line with her age, a pair of small phoenix eyes, staring straight at the magic circle.

Red Shadow. Li Taohua called lightly, maybe present, only Li Taohua still remembered this little girl, Fu Hongying.

Fu Hongying heard Li Taohua's shout, she only glanced at Li Taohua slightly, and then turned her head to stare at the magic circle again.

Interesting! Little girl, have you cultivated the Shura Skill? The crazy old man asked curiously, his eyes deep.

However, Fu Hongying's head did not turn, completely ignoring the existence of the crazy old man.

If you don't speak, I'll destroy the magic circle and let Xiang Hao die inside. The crazy old man quacked.

Boom, as soon as Fu Hongying heard this, his whole body suddenly erupted with an astonishing killing intent, and a pair of small phoenix eyes burst out with a terrifying red glow.

Don't, I'm joking, cough cough, joking, don't get excited, I'm helping Xiang Hao. The crazy old man hurriedly said, secretly surprised in his heart, this little girl is too extraordinary.

The red glow in Fu Hongying's eyes gradually receded, and she also judged that the crazy old man had no ill will towards Xiang Hao.

At this moment, the magic circle was twisted more and more powerfully, the vast aura became more and more terrifying, and the chaotic light was so strong that people couldn't look at it directly.

Break. A loud roar suddenly came out from the magic circle, and at this moment, the momentum of the domineering Jedi swept the heavens and the earth, Xiang Hao broke through the magic circle, and rose to the sky, behind him, there was a mysterious chaos dragon following him.

Everyone was deeply shocked, but in the next second, people were shocked to see the aura of the eight directions surging towards Xiang Hao standing high in the air like a sea, the scene was amazing, and it was all absorbed by Xiang Hao, and this process lasted for half an hour before stopping.

succeeded, this kid really succeeded and stepped into the realm of the king of people. The mad old man trembled with excitement.

really stepped into the realm of the king of people. Many of Xiang Hao's contemporaries were shocked and felt a coercion, which made them cold all over.

Xiang Hao stepped from the sky, he restrained his breath, and fell to the ground in one step, without releasing his breath, but there was a majesty invisibly, shocking the audience.

Brother Xiang. Fu Hongying, who had always had a cold face, suddenly smiled in this second, like a red butterfly, and pounced towards Xiang Hao happily.

Xiang Hao was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, hugged Fu Hongying who rushed over in his arms, and thought of many old things.