The dim purple fire flickered in a dim light, and a strange man in a dark purple robe held an ancient book in his hand, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and those lights gradually lengthened with the flames on the lampstand, jumping out with a bright look.

The precious 10,000-year-old bamboo seedlings were suddenly irrigated by a trickle, and an old man with a slightly slumped body seemed to have forgotten the work in his hand, and his cloudy eyes pierced the north, looking extremely exquisite.

A scarlet blood-colored star in the sky dimmed.

That magic star once shone on Valoran 6, maybe for a thousand years, or even more than a thousand years.

"It's really dead."

A man wearing a filter mask was sitting cross-legged in the large hall covered with crystal plaques, his eyes staring at a shattered crystal plaque not far away.

The main hall is filled with unusually large magical elements, and releases an ancient aura, these crystal plaques float in the air, each with mysterious power, and if you look closely, each clear plaque is carved with a name and honorific name, and seems to be closely connected with the counterpart.

"Actually, he's not yet ready to die."

The man sighed slightly.

His voice was deeper hoarse than Marzaha's, and he looked at the hundreds of crystal cards in his hands, and the heat from his snort made the four octopus-like tentacles on his cheeks moan faintly.

"The war is going to break out sooner."

"When the Lord of the Void appears, Marzaha, will you be able to stop him?"

……

King Freljord, who had been razed to the ground, suddenly descended on a scholar.

He was dressed in white, his face was handsome, and in the returning wind and snow, the green silk on the wisps swayed violently, and people couldn't help but worry about whether his thin body could withstand the invasion of the wind and snow.

No one knows when he appeared.

Maybe it was the moment of Aatrox's death, or maybe it was even longer.

He stood silently in front of Aatrox's corpse, the blizzard hit his body, he stood still, and when he opened his eyes, a pair of eyes were glowing with seven colors!

"You woke up the king."

This is what the scholar said to Wu Wenxu.

"Roaring ......"

Just as the scholar spoke, the fourteenth-order peak golden dragon Tasilio seemed to have suffered some kind of irresistible force.

It let out a terrible wail in mid-air, and actually lost the ability to fly, and fell straight down, shaking the ground into a deeper chasm.

"I'm standing, you dare to be taller than me, looking for death."

As the scholar spoke, not only Tassileo, but even Lisandro, who had fallen into madness, let out a terrible scream and fell into the Skullfire Sanctuary!

Whether it was Tassileo or Lisandro falling, the scholar never showed the slightest fluctuation of magic, and he still seemed to be a helpless man.

It's just that his eyes are always full of refinement and domineering, and his body is full of the intimidation of the superiors, and he seems to be a natural supreme.

The Bone Flame Heavenly Monarch, who had been barely supporting the Holy Domain, stared at the scholar with a look of horror in his eyes.

An existence that can make even the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch feel fearful, who is he?

"Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch, you don't have to say much to me."

The trembling lips of the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch were suddenly tightened by the scholar.

He continued: "It is true that he is a junior, but it is an indisputable fact that he disturbed the rest of this king. ”

"In this world, there seems to be no one who dares to disturb the king's rest and survive."

The scholar looked down at Wu Wenxu with compassion, as if looking at a reptile in the thousands of worlds, and in his charming pupils, there was a cold like ice, almost piercing Wu Wenxu's soul!

"Marzaha wants to save his life...... "The Celestial Monarch said with difficulty.

"But the king wants to kill him."

The scholar's words made Skeleton Yan Tianjun's face turn pale.

His words were calm, as if they spoke of the principles of heaven, and the four words of Marzaha could not even splash a faint wave in his heart.

If Marzaha represents the will of half Valoran, then he represents the will of the other half.

He picked up an ancient scroll from his waist and flipped it open casually.

The leather scroll had seven pages, each glowing with a faint glow of a different color.

He turned the crimson color of the first page, and the Sanctuary of the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch disappeared, and the elements of fire in the snow region seemed to be instantly vaporized into another world!

He turned the second page, and there was no longer a trace of wind in the snow.

He turned the third page, and Blizzard stopped.

The man's fingers paused at the slightly folded lower end of the third page, and his narrow eyes glanced at Wu Wenxu, who looked like a dead corpse not far away.

"So, do you want to die next from the judgment of thunder, or the verdict of the Sword of Light?"

"Haha......"

Wu Wenxu could feel the man's naked killing intent, but he laughed weakly.

"Your acting skills are terrible."

This is what the lord said about him.

An evaluation of Valoran's supreme being, the Rainbow Dragon King Akmund!

If this joke came from someone else's mouth, that person was already in a different place at the moment, but the scholar was rarely silent.

It was a long time before he spoke, "What's the difference?" ”

"A strong man like you, killing me like an ant, you don't have to release such a powerful killing intent and means, so you seem to be too deliberate, so that I'm watching a play."

"If you hadn't been to Mount Merte, you'd be dead by now."

The scholar put away the scroll, and the snow danced wildly again.

In the wind, there was a hearty laugh from the scholars.

"In any case, this king admires you very much."

"You kid beat Demacia, Noxus, Piltover, and Freljord, and now you've slaughtered Aatrox."

"I still remember that this king also beat through Marzaha's body back then, but he didn't accept him to point fingers all day long, this big 6, so it's good to be young, tsk......"

'Punch through Marzaha's body? ’

The lord knew that the man was not joking, so a shocking black line appeared on his forehead.

"The Iron Ridge Mountains are boring."

"Thank you for bringing me so many wonderful performances, and thank you for saving my family's dragon cub."

The scholar's stretched star eyebrows were suddenly as sharp as a sword, and he actually asked the sky, and he changed his words and said: "Therefore, no one is allowed to touch him today except for this king." ”

"If you don't roll now, you won't have a chance to roll again!"

If it is the current Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch who said this, those terrifying beings hidden in the distance may ignore the intimidation.

But the master of those words is the Rainbow Dragon King, the pinnacle powerhouse of the Valoran Dragon Clan, and the desolate level existence that commands Wanlong!

Only then did Skeleton Flame Tianjun realize that the sense of threat that was wrapped around his heart had disappeared.

He finally understood that if it weren't for the appearance of the Rainbow Dragon King, his fate would be hanging by a thread.

(End of chapter)