To the north of the Purple Cloud Kingdom, thousands of miles away from the royal capital.

At this moment, above the clouds, three purple-scaled mad Jiao were flying in the direction of the Meteorite Lake.

Flying at both ends were two wild Jiao with relatively weak cultivation. On their respective backs, they carried Xing Ao, the Xingxiang brothers, and five hundred warriors who accompanied them. And on the back of the mad Jiao in the middle is the father and son of Xinghe.

At this moment, Xinghe is guarding his father's side. During the detention of the Meteorite King, he was poured with a medicine that blocked the meridians by Chu Guyun. At the moment he was released, his cultivation realm was no different from that of a person at the beginning of the Demon Tribulation Realm.

Along the way, the Falling Star King continued to swallow all kinds of pills he treasured, and at the same time, he was also constantly condensing the true yuan in his body, hoping that before arriving at the palace, he could restore his cultivation to his peak state.

He had learned from Xinghe about the dire situation facing the country, and he had been aware of this reality before this meeting. Although he has a demonic son, not all of his brothers' heirs are fish-belly, and they covet the throne of the Meteorite King and the precious throne of the world.

This time he will hunt, not so much because he was encouraged by the Spirit Rhino King, but because the Meteorite King also has his own troubles. After all, if he can get this treasure, his throne will be more secure. And now this defeated situation, he has not thought about it. It's just that what I didn't expect was that it would be so miserable.

The more the Meteorite King thought about it, the more anxious he became. Especially when he looked at his lost left arm, the breath that had been straightened out became disordered again.

Although the martial arts he cultivated were different from those of the Iron Eagle King, the loss of an arm would still have an extremely fatal impact on the Falling Star King's combat power. Moreover, what made him feel most desperate was that there was always a very domineering force left in the wound of this broken arm.

Generally speaking, when a person transforms into a Venerable, the bloodline will be sublimated. At that time, not only can the longevity be improved, but even the mutilated limbs can also be reborn. However, if the limbs were cut off by the existence of the Far Superior Venerable, then the hope of rebirth would be extremely slim.

And although the power of the sword spirit has not recovered to its peak, the Meteorite King can feel it, and I am afraid that even if he is promoted to the first level of the King Kong Realm, this arm may not be able to be reborn. At the thought of this, his already somewhat disordered breath became even more uncontrollable, and he began to cough violently.

"Father, how's it going?"

Hearing his father's violent coughing, Xinghe's heart trembled, so he hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay!" The Meteorite King was afraid that his son would be worried, so he hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of his forehead, squeezed out a smile and said, "I was careless just now, and I lost my breath." Now, my strength has recovered seventy or eighty percent. By the way, how far are we from Meteor Lake?"

"There are still about 10,000 miles, and in less than half a day, you can arrive!" Xinghe was somewhat relieved, staring at the Meteorite King, "Father, are you okay?"

"Do your best!" the Meteorite King's face was extremely solemn.

He had just stopped worrying about the broken arm, but his mind couldn't help but flash the appearance of his brothers. At this moment, they are probably gathering rebels from all walks of life in the country, right?

"Who?"

Suddenly, the Meteor King seemed to sense something, and turned his head to the sky and let out a snort.

Hearing the movement, the purple-scaled mad Jiao immediately stopped their pace and let out a long roar in unison, raising their voices for their own king.

But in the blink of an eye, these purple-scaled mad Jiao became manic, and there was a hint of horror in their long roar. I saw them raise their heads uneasily and look in one direction in the void. And the people on their backs can clearly feel that these battle-hardened mad Jiao's bodies are trembling violently.

"Is it a rebel?"

This thought flashed through Xinghe's mind. He didn't dare to slack off, and immediately held the bone sword in his hand, fully guarded. And the Falling Star King also wore his battle armor on his body at this moment, holding the battle soldiers in his hand and waiting for him.

At this time, I heard a young man's voice in the void: "The sword in your hand is not bad, but I don't know if Your Excellency is worthy of him!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a fiery power that seemed to melt all the muscles and bones from above their heads.

The blazing scale armor stained with purple scales made the body of the giant beast twitch violently. It was just three breaths, and people actually smelled the burning smell of the scales burning in the air.

"Ah——h

Several terrible screams pierced the sky.

I saw that the two mad Jiao, whose cultivation was relatively weak, could no longer withstand this terrifying heat. Their bodies writhed wildly in the air. And the two hundred young warriors on their backs were all thrown out.

Although Xing Ao and Xing Xiang can fly in the sky, on the one hand, they are also shocked by this blazing heat and might, and on the other hand, the incident happened suddenly, and the number of people who fell at the same time was too large, and they had no time to rescue.

In the end, the two of them only rescued one young man each, and except for these four people, the rest of them all fell into the valley thousands of feet below and fell to pieces.

"Who the hell is it?

Xinghe's heart was also trembling at this moment. Ever since he returned from the Purple Cloud Country, his mood has not been as good as before. However, in his opinion, Long Haotian was just a special case after all. In the realm of the Meteorite Nation, how could there be other peers who could beat him?

However, the voice of the young man in the void at this moment made him doubt his thoughts. Could it be that there is a demonic genius born out of nowhere?

Just as Xinghe was thinking, the terrifying heat was getting closer and closer, making the madness he and the Meteor King ride on a little unbearable.

The Meteorite King snorted coldly, and immediately released the True Yuan Barrier, enveloping the Wild Jiao's body, which barely made the brute beast quiet.

However, the four young people who had just been rescued by Xing Ao and Xing Xiang, as well as the two mad Jiao, were instantly killed under the approach of that blazing force. Xing Ao and Xing Xiang retreated far enough in horror. At this moment, what kind of loyalty can there be? Saving one's life is the key!

"Who the hell is Venerable, why don't you show up and see it!" said the Meteorite King in a deep voice.

He had already expected that the person who came this time must not be the rebels of the country. Because, even among the islands of the Meteor Lake, the islands known for their blazing power could not breed brute beasts and barbarian birds that could burst out with such terrifying heat.

At this time, I heard a young but mature voice in the void: "Introduce yourself, my name is Murong Chen!"

(End of chapter)