Outside the border of the Northland, there is a large army standing here waiting neatly, and the golden banner is waving in the wind, embroidered with a vigorous and majestic word "Xiu".

"The marshal hasn't left yet." Wu Zhongjun said in surprise.

Xiu Wuchen landed with the army, and saw a group of people coming over.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked five or six points similar to Xiu Wuchen, followed by a group of generals of the Xiu Family Army, and among them, he also saw a woman in a purple dress with a beautiful appearance and a perfect figure. This woman's name is Xiu Zixue, and she is the sister of Xiu Wuchen who died.

"Chen'er, you're finally back. Need a break? Xiu Changqing stopped in front of Xiu Wuchen, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with a loving smile. This is the father of the dead cultivator Wuchen, who is at the peak of his strength Tianyang position, which can be called a half-step extreme yang position. The extreme yang position is not so easy to break through, and I don't know how many Tianjiao demons have been stuck at the peak of the Tianyang position.

"Ugh! Dust, you, you, your breath. Suddenly, the slender smile became stunned, and then extremely incredulous.

"I'm already in the skyyang position, let's go!" Seeing Xiu Changqing staring at himself with a look of shock and shock, Xiu Wuchen raised his eyelids and said lightly.

This is not his father, and there is nothing polite to him.

"What?"

With this, the generals behind Xiu Changqing were stunned, and they hurriedly sensed the breath on his body.

"Ahh Young marshal, you, have you really broken through to the Tianyang position? ”

"Oh my God, it's really Tianyang, 22-year-old Tianyang, young marshal, are you going against the sky?"

“……”

Finding that Xiu Wuchen was really the Tianyang position, the generals of the Golden Yang Realm exclaimed again and again, and their faces were full of shock.

"Brother Chen, you... When did you break through? Xiu Zixue's eyes flashed in disbelief.

She has a purple skirt and a shawl, a shawl with purple hair, and under a slender jade neck, a piece of crisp breasts like clotted white jade, half-covered and half-hidden, a bundle of plain waist, not a hand, and a pair of long, moist and well-proportioned legs loom under the skirt.

Looking at the reaction of this group of people, Xiu Wuchen frowned and said indifferently: "I broke through not long ago, hurry up and go north!" What are your expressions? ”

"Hahaha, worthy of my slender son." Xiu Changqing suddenly laughed heartily and happily: "In a few years, I'm afraid that I will surpass me as a father." Ha ha! ”

"Congratulations to the young marshal on stepping into the Tianyang position."

"Congratulations to the young marshal on stepping into the Tianyang position."

“……”

A group of generals, smiling and congratulating, the appearance of such a demon against the sky in the cultivator family, they were excited from the bottom of their hearts.

Xiu Zixue was not as excited and happy as everyone else, not long ago when he broke through the late stage of the Ziyang Realm, she was present and saw it with her own eyes, now that it is less than a month, how can he cross so many realms and reach the Tianyang Position. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there was a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Let's go, march to the Northland, and target the Blood God Terrace."

After laughing, with a hearty order, groups of silver-winged Dapeng suddenly soared into the sky, and the warriors flew up one after another.

Looking at Xiu Wuchen, Xiu Changqing smiled lovingly: "Chen'er, how about being with your father?" ”

Xiu Wuchen waved his hand and forcibly showed a smile: "No, I like to be alone." ”

Then he jumped up to his golden-winged roc.

"Haha." Xiu Changqing laughed, didn't care, and ordered: "The three armies listen to the order and set off." ”

A blood moon hung high, 500,000 fierce birds spread their wings and flew high, and the military formation was uniform, heading towards the north.

Xiu Wuchen flew at the forefront, this is a barren land, the surface is dry and cracked, and there are countless small holes, which are wormholes.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the army began to prop up the shield, and a golden enchantment soared into the sky, enveloping the army of 500,000 people, which was an enchantment that 100,000 warriors above the middle stage of the Blue Yang Rank joined forces to urge, which could last for about two days.

As soon as he entered the Northland, the barrier didn't last long, and in the dense small holes on the ground, groups of small green scales on the surface of the body were swept out, and the insects with chopsticks and thumbs were the size of the thumb.

They have no limbs, like snake bodies, the only thing that is aggressive is their sharp fangs, as long as it is an object, no matter how hard they can bite through, but the energy shield, they can't help it.

It can be seen that outside the golden enchantment, the god-killing insects are densely impacting on it, and they can't bite at all, like a black rainstorm.

In this way, take turns to ride the enchantment, and you can reach the Blood God Platform supremely. But only this 500,000 army, if you want to reach the Blood God Stage, it is very difficult.

Xiu Wuchen said secretly: "When they can't hold on, let's make another move!" ”

Thinking of this, he lay on the spacious back of the Golden-winged Roc, the road was very long, and it would take at least ten days to cross the land of the Northland.

The quality of the aurora in Xiu Wuchen's body is currently in the Tianyang position, but the aurora energy in his body is almost consumed, and he will not encounter a trace of danger when he travels through this land.

Slender and evergreen, they were discussing solemnly at this time, how to survive this land.

Suddenly, a purple luan flew across the sky, and immediately saw a shadow floating in and landed on Xiu Wuchen's side.

It's not Xiu Zixue, who is it.

The arrival of the latter only made Xiu Wuchen glance at him lightly, and he retracted his gaze.

"You're not my brother."

Xiu Zixue is tall, light, dignified and elegant in words and deeds, bowing her head, looking at Xiu Wuchen leaning on the back of the golden-winged Dapeng, and frowning slightly.

Hearing this, Xiu Wuchen blinked his cold eyes and said indifferently: "What you said is good. ”

Xiu Zixue was stunned when she heard this, she never thought that he would admit it so bluntly, she asked in a condensed voice, "How is my brother?" ”

Xiu Wuchen glanced at her indifferently, closed his eyes and said nothing, he never liked to talk nonsense with irrelevant people.

"It seems that he is no longer there. Who the hell are you, and why did you come out of the dust? Xiu Zixue's voice was cold.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that your brother is dead." Xiu Wuchen opened his eyes, his cold eyes were evil, stared at Xiu Zixue, and said quietly: "Don't annoy me, otherwise I don't mind killing you, I'm not someone you can offend." ”

Is Xiu Wuchen really afraid of a Tianyang pinnacle? Amusing!

He just didn't know the exact direction of the Blood God Terrace, so he was with these people.

"You ......" Xiu Zixue was a little frightened, feeling that the other party was not joking or talking big, so she took a deep breath and asked, "What is your purpose?" ”

Xiu Wuchen said coldly: "I have no purpose, and it will do you no harm." ”

"Is my brother really dead?" Xiu Zixue looked sad and asked in a low voice.

"What do you think?!" Xiu Wuchen said disdainfully: "Is it enough to ask?" Don't disturb my rest again. ”

Xiu Zixue didn't speak, she actually squatted down, lay down beside Xiu Wuchen, looked at the blood moon in the sky, and was silent.