"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death. The heart that escaped from the prison was broken by the eyes that forgot the love. The splinters of the sky sprinkled on her heart and pierced the tip of his heart. ”

—————————— heartbroken wasteland, forget a kiss.

Xie Qiao dragged his difficult steps and slowly walked towards the darkness in the corner, and in the darkness, there was a faint noise.

Ding-bell-bell!

Several crisp metal collision sounds came from the corner, and two blood-red rays of light burst out from them, but Xie Qiao was taken aback.

He saw very clearly that they were a pair of eyes, eyes of grief and hatred, but with the same determination as his.

What followed was a powerful coercion in his heart, only to hear a plop, Xie Qiao trembled his legs and half-knelt on the ground, his whole body was trembling violently, as if there was something hidden in the darkness that made him fear for life.

His heart fluttered one after another, and no matter how hard he tried, his legs couldn't lift the slightest strength, because the coercion had firmly locked his body.

Reluctantly turning his head to glance at the criminals in the other cells, he found that all the criminals in the room were lying on the ground, as if they had been forced to press the floor and couldn't move, but from their eyes, Xie Qiao could clearly see that they were pressed by fear. And this fear actually came from the unknown darkness in his cell.

But to his surprise, although it was the same oppression, the owner of this coercion seemed to deliberately weaken his deterrence, as if he was interested in himself.

Ding-bell-bell!

A crisp sound came from the darkness again, and the two blood-red eyes faded. With the faint light of the cell, a tall figure slowly walked out of the dark corner.

When he walked out completely, Xie Qiao was taken aback.

Although this man was also imprisoned in this prison, his face and body were not covered with bruises like those of other criminals, and although he was wearing the same white prison clothes as the others, he was very clean, without the slightest trace or even bloodstains.

His hands were firmly fastened to the two blackiron cables that had made the previous tinkling sound.

When Xie Qiao's gaze moved to his face, he was stunned again.

Although this person was not very imposing, his steady and powerful aura added a bit of vicissitudes to his not handsome face, and there was a cross-shaped knife mark on his straight face, which was obviously left on his face a long time ago, and the eyes of both sides flashed with contempt for Xie Qiao.

But what caught Xie Qiao's eyes was that there were two fist-sized horns on this person's head, which were not very long, but they snaked into an arc.

Looking at the tall man in front of him, Xie Qiao only felt out of breath, not only the coercion exuded by his body, but Xie Qiao also saw in his eyes that he also had a grudge against the Wang family.

But after the resentment, he also saw a deep longing for him than resentment, which was infinite longing for his family.

And this person is also the Bull Demon King mentioned in the mouths of the previous demon kings.

Full of disdain leaked from the corners of his mouth, looking down at Xie Qiao, who was half-kneeling and panting in front of him, as if it evoked the same memory in his mind, and the coercion emanating from his body gradually retracted.

As the coercion subsided, Xie Qiao could barely stand up, and the residual pain in his body gradually subsided at this moment, and the first sentence he said when he got up was a cold "Who are you?"

At this time, several demon kings in the surrounding cells who were pressed by the coercion of the Bull Demon King also stood up with trembling and stout bodies. When they heard Xie Qiao's disdainful question, several people suddenly felt terrified.

This Nima is a naked provocation, he doesn't want to live but it's okay, if a few of them follow him as substitute ghosts, then he will really be shot while lying down!

It wasn't that they were worried that the Bull Demon King would enter their room from his cell, but the coercion he exuded could directly shatter their hearts. When he was just imprisoned in the prison, he launched a rampage. His powerful coercion spread along his spiritual power to the ten cells within a radius, shocking several demon generals who had cultivated for five hundred years and more than a dozen strong human men to death with mental pressure.

But because the jailer had the dragon soul to protect his body, he was not affected too much, and these demon kings were also able to work together to barely resist the powerful pressure of the Bull Demon King and avoid death.

Every time they think of the anger of the Bull Demon King and his unparalleled coercion, several of them have a burst of hair standing on end, and they can't help but feel palpitations.

For this guy with unfathomable strength, they never dared to provoke right and wrong, and they didn't even dare to look at him. But now this human boy is a completely stunned young man, who actually treats him as nothing, and speaks to him so rashly.

At this moment, in their hearts, Xie Qiao has only one fate, and that is to die, and he died a miserable death.

The Bull Demon King's cold gaze converged on Xie Qiao's face, looking at the rays of red and gold light that flashed in his eyes from time to time, his eyes couldn't help but soften.

"Want to get out?"

Just when several demon kings were expecting to see Xie Qiao being punched to death by him, the Bull Demon King suddenly whispered something to him.

The faces of the group were confused, and the birds were silent......

Not to mention these demon kings, even Xie Qiao had a big question mark hanging on the door of his head.

"What do you mean?" Xie Qiao stared coldly at the Bull Demon King and asked in a cold voice, without a trace of emotion in his words.

The Bull Demon King snorted coldly, wrapped his arms around his chest, and said, "Do you think I can't see the impure dragon soul in your body? As he spoke, one of his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was looking for the occasional flash of light in Xie Qiao's eyes.

Listening to his words, Xie Qiao also snorted coldly and replied, "Even if you see the power in my body, what if you just rely on the two of us, I'm afraid that even the monsters in the next room are not opponents, let alone the guards outside the door?"

"Oh?" "Oh?" It was the first time that the Bull Demon King had heard someone say that he couldn't even beat these few miscellaneous pieces, and his slightly squinted eyes swept over his face, "Do you think my old cow can't kill those scum on the other side?"

As he spoke, his eyes glanced around several demon kings in the opposite cell, and he shivered at them.

Suddenly, several people suddenly felt a warm liquid flowing out of their nostrils, and when they reached out and touched it, not only their nostrils, but also their eye sockets, ear piercings, and mouths were flowing bright red blood.

Looking at the few demon kings in the opposite room who had cultivated for at least seven hundred years, they just bled to death after being looked at by the Bull Demon King, Xie Qiao suddenly felt that the strong man in front of him was not simple.

Not only is it not simple, he directly killed several demon kings who had cultivated for seven hundred years without using his hands at all, this kind of strength, I am afraid that only the Yuanlong descendants of the Dragon Saint Soul Duan can have this ability.

In fact, it was only the four elders of the Wang clan and thousands of elite warriors of the Dragon Soul Rank who subdued him and imprisoned him in the Heavenly Prison, and this cell seemed to be able to suppress the power in his body. And that's why the two brocade-clothed men locked Xie Qiao up in this cell.

Looking at the Bull Demon King's eyes again, Xie Qiao suddenly found that there was a golden and purple light suddenly flashing in his eyes, although it was only for a moment, but it still couldn't escape his keen gaze.

Suddenly, a coercion hit his heart, and the legs that had just stood up straight were half-kneeling down again at this moment, apparently the Bull Demon King had discovered the secret in Xie Qiao's eyes and wanted to try to divert his attention.

"Your ...... Could it be that there is also the power of the dragon soul in his body?" Xie Qiao clenched his teeth and asked word by word.

As soon as he heard the words of the power of the dragon soul, the Bull Demon King's mood instantly became unstable, and his thick arm suddenly stretched out, pinching Xie Qiao's neck and lifting him in the air.

"Don't compare me to the Yuanlong clan! The power of the dragon soul is not worthy of being called the power in my body!" After speaking, as soon as he let go of his hand, Xie Qiao, who was suspended in the air, fell to the ground with a thud.

The coercion subsided, Xie Qiao gasped, this guy's mood was hot and cold. It was not known whether he was friend or foe, but Xie Qiao already had a thought in his heart that he might be able to help him escape from here. And looking at his skills, he is definitely comparable to the Yuanlong heir of the Dragon Soul Soul Section, and even the Dragon Saint has a chance to fight, and when he worships him as a teacher and cultivates promisingly in the future, he will come back to take revenge on the Wang family.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiao stood up and put one hand on the shoulder of the Bull Demon King, but the guy's height was a head taller than him, and he had to stand on tiptoe slightly before he firmly put on his shoulder, and said, "You just asked me if I want to go out, do you have a way?"

The Bull Demon King turned around, sighed disdainfully, and said, "If I can't help it, will I still look for you?" It's just that I can't implement this method alone, and now that you're here, my plan that has been planned for twenty years can finally be implemented!"

Xie Qiao was stunned for a moment, he had been planning for twenty years? Could it be that he had been imprisoned here for twenty years? Looking at his appearance, he was no more than thirty years old, could it be that he was imprisoned here when he was a teenager? Which Wang clan would do such a murder to a child who was only a teenager?

But when he thought of the opportunity to come out, Xie Qiao nodded approvingly and continued, "Then what can you do?"

After listening to Xie Qiao's words, the Bull Demon King slowly turned around, the corners of his head were glowing with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xie Qiao was about to step forward to ask, when a cold light flashed, and an iron fist from the Bull Demon King had already come to him.

The clear sky is blue and clear, and a few birds occasionally fly among the floating white clouds, and the golden sunlight sprinkles on the golden Zhenlong Tower, leaving a dark shadow.

The more the light of humanity shines, the deeper the darkness in the heart.

The palace, which was originally a city, but was named a mansion, was once again immersed in tension.

On the roof of the Green Dragon Palace, there stood a tall figure steadily, a red robe fluttering in the wind, and a long red waist with his long red hair falling without a breath with every sigh.

After looking forward to it for 17 years, he finally got the final answer that he had been looking forward to for 17 days and nights half an hour ago.

The elder of the Qinglong Sect, the old man who was highly respected in the clan, but worried all day long, the stone in his heart finally landed today, but at the same time as it landed, his heart was also shattered.

"Is it really wrong?" The hidden red pupils looked straight at the scorching sun in the sky, and Wang Xiaochu sighed helplessly again.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

With a gust of breeze blowing, behind him, on the roof of the Blue Dragon Palace, an old man in a white robe stepped silently on the roof. Compared with Wang Xiaochu, his body is more robust, and although he is over seventy years old, it still does not affect his majestic temperament.

The white hair did not move in the breeze, only the long white eyebrows trembled slightly, and the old man's face also did not have a trace of wrinkles, and he looked a little younger than Wang Xiaochu.

Wang Xiaochu turned around slowly, and when the white-robed old man met his eyes, a trace of displeasure appeared between his eyebrows.

"Wang Chuhong, you are an elder of the White Tiger Sect, why are you here today?" Turning around, Wang Xiaochu asked in a cold voice.

This white-robed old man, or the elder of the four major sects of the Wang family, the White Tiger Sect, and the peerless master of the second Dragon Venerable Soul Section, Wang Chuhong just smiled uninhibitedly, waved his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't be so outside, I just heard that your grandson who was separated seventeen years ago, or that your son was found today, I came to congratulate you." ”

A cold glint flashed in his red pupils, Wang Xiaochu turned his head suddenly, his eyes glared at him angrily, and said coldly: "You are here to find fault." ”

The voice was cold, so cold that there was no trace of emotion, and even the air around him trembled as he spoke.

And Wang Chuhong was also not to be outdone, the battle intent in his eyes suddenly rose, and the white robe on his body slowly danced under the fluctuation of the true qi slightly emanating from his body.

"What's the matter, I'm just telling the truth," Wang Chuhong said very provocatively, "As one of the four elders of the Wang clan, you have defiled the woman of the foreign clan and gave birth to a son, and you still have the face to continue to stay in my palace?"

"Shut up for me!" With an angry shout, Wang Xiaochu's body had already exuded a huge mist-like true qi, and his red eyes flashed with several sharp lights.

"You don't want me to say that I want to say it, what's the matter? Are you weak?" Wang Chuhong said as he hooked his hand disdainfully and motioned for him to make a move. This is simply a provocation, a provocation of the First World War.

"Today, it's you Wang Chuhong who humiliated yourself, don't blame me!" Before the words fell, Wang Xiaochu's angry eyes had disappeared in front of his eyes, and his huge spiritual power was running around, but no trace of him was found.

Faced with this sudden disappearance, Wang Chuhong just pouted and smiled disdainfully, his white robe floated in the wind, and he stepped on it suddenly, jumping straight into the air.

"You're embarrassed to take out your hand for this kind of trick! Come out for me!" With Wang Chuhong's roar, a golden Yang piercing bow appeared in his right hand.

The golden light flashed in his left hand, and a golden arrow appeared in his palm.

As soon as the bow and arrow in his hand appeared, he opened his bow and drew the arrow, and without the slightest aim, shot straight in one direction.

Airplanes!

With a buzz, the golden arrow shot out froze in the air. A red figure appeared at the arrow, robes flying, and long red hair danced wildly in the surging fluctuations of true qi. That was Wang Xiaochu.

"Pro!"

With a loud roar, under Wang Chuhong's gaze, a red divine dragon soared out of the air, and with a long roar, the surrounding air was pushed away. And the golden divine arrow was also blown away at this moment because of the roar of the red divine dragon.

"Wang Chuhong, give you a chance to take back what you just said, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" The red light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time that Wang Xiaochu's cold voice came into Wang Chuhong's ears, another sky-breaking dragon chant rose in the wind on the opposite side.

A white divine dragon rose into the air opposite the red divine dragon behind Wang Xiaochu, and the dragon eyes flashing with dragon light stared at Wang Xiaochu with red hair fluttering, and the red divine dragon on the opposite side also stared at Wang Chuhong with the same gaze.

"What I, Wang Chuhong, said, has never been taken back!" his eyes flashed with bursts of white light, Wang Chuhong clasped his hands around his chest, and looked at Wang Xiaochu opposite him with disdain.

"In that case, after today, there will only be three sects in my palace. You White Tiger Sect will be removed from my palace forever!"

"Don't talk too early, it's your Blue Dragon Sect or my White Tiger Sect that will be destroyed today, it depends on which one of you and I will survive to the end!"

Suddenly, two sharp rays of light, one red and one white, flashed, and above the Blue Dragon Palace, the two figures suddenly intertwined.

—————————— the dividing line——————————

Readers, today, as scheduled, I would like to ask for your support, and thank you here.

Today, a reader asked me why I wrote a few lines of poetry at the beginning of the article in the last few chapters, this is just to deepen the poetry of the text and make it more meaningful to read.