It was the turn of winter and early spring, and scattered snowflakes swirled in the air, and then melted in the heat exhaled by the Demon Emperor. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Tang Feng, I have a reluctant request, and I hope you can agree. ”

When he said this, Lu Yeqian looked sincere, and restrained his domineering spirit as an emperor.

Seeing this, Tang Feng was shocked, Lu Yeqian killed the King of Jinwu and quelled the rebellion, and Xiu Wei even surpassed the Holy Realm with one foot, so what else did he need to help.

Lu Yeqian also knew that Tang Feng was puzzled, and said with a straight face: "Tang Feng, I hope that when the great turmoil comes, you can take care of the demon clan and save Yunran's life." ”

Tang Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and asked, "The Demon Emperor is going to travel far away?"

He asked subtly, the great turmoil swept the boundless human realm, where can the disaster be avoided, Lu Yeqi asked him to take care of the demon clan, then there is only one possibility - to leave the human realm.

Lu Yeqi didn't shy away from it, and nodded: "That's true, my time is running out, I'm afraid I can't wait for the big turmoil to come." ”

Tang Feng's mind was racing, and Lu Yeqi left the human world, as if he was forced to be helpless, otherwise he would not have taken care of his biological daughter flawlessly.

If you leave the human realm, where can you go?

Seeing that Tang Feng was silent for a while, Lu Yeqi's eyes darkened, and he sighed: "Tang Feng, I know that the demon clan and the desolate wilderness have had a battle, so let you take care of the demon clan in the desolate wilderness......"

"Demon Emperor senior, you are too careful. ”

Tang Feng smiled, glanced at Lu Yunran, who was drinking Coke, and said, "The Demon Emperor can even give me a desolate desolation with a divine object such as stealing the heavenly ruler, how can I be so stingy?"

"Moreover, Yun Ran also has a lot of care for me, even if the Demon Emperor's predecessors don't say it, I should also take care of it. ”

Hearing this, Lu Yeqi, who was the Demon Emperor, actually whispered thank you to Tang Feng.

"Tang Feng, you want to take charge of the desolate wilderness, but it's not so easy, if there is a need for the demon clan......"

Tang Feng smiled faintly and continued: "Senior, the road to the throne is destined to be unpeaceful, but since this is what I have to shoulder, I can only forge ahead, the kindness of my predecessors, the kid understands it." ”

Lu Yeqian took a deep look at Tang Feng, nodded, and said, "Yes, you are really extraordinary, and you are destined to be a golden scale that will leap over the dragon gate." ”

Tang Feng smiled wordlessly.

Lu Yeqi's appreciation for Tang Feng was even stronger in his heart, and as soon as his palm was flipped, a box that emitted cold air appeared.

"This is a congratulatory gift prepared by the emperor for you to ascend the throne of the desolate wilderness, and I will give it to you in advance now. ”

Tang Feng's divine sense touched the wooden box, and his heart was shocked.

It wasn't anything else, it was the bloody head of the Golden Crow King.

King Jinwu has a special identity, even if he dies as the leader of the rebels, Yu Li should be buried properly, but Lu Yeqi actually kept the head of King Jinwu.

"Thank you, senior!"

Tang Feng saluted Lu Yeqi, this congratulatory gift was too precious to him.

At the beginning, the demon clan and the desolate wilderness started a war, and the Jinwu clan did not know how many desolate sons they had slaughtered, and the king of the golden crow even took off the heads of many famous generals in the desolate wilderness, so the king of the golden crow was the number one enemy of the desolate wilderness.

Although the news of his killing of the Golden Crow King with one sword is bound to reach the Desolate Desolate, this is too fantastical after all, and the Desolate Army will only think that this is a false momentum for him, but with the head of the Golden Crow King, it is very different.

No matter what the truth is, the bloody head of the King of the Golden Crow is here, and he Tang Feng is the one who gets rid of the entire Great Enemy of the Desolate Desolation, so that no matter who disagrees with him to take over as the King of the Desolate Desolation, it is unreasonable.

"The King of the Golden Crow was originally killed by you, and it is also right for you to hand over his head. ”

Lu Yeqian smiled slightly, then walked to the crowd, picked up a glass of Coke and drank it.

Suddenly, a general walked into the courtyard, knelt on the ground in front of Lu Yeqi, and said, "Demon Emperor, the envoy of the Sea Clan is here." ”

Lu Yeqi's hand holding the jade cup hovered in the air and asked, "Who is the messenger?"

The messenger general replied: "The great prince of the Sea Clan, Dai Luo." ”

Lu Yeqian nodded, and left with Lu Yunran and the others.

Suddenly, the courtyard returned to silence, and the sound of whimpering could be heard in the cold wind.

Song Binghe turned the jade cup, looked at Tang Feng and said, "Boy, Lu Yeqian has entrusted you with something, and he will naturally protect you thoroughly, so if you go back to the desolate wilderness, you won't need me to protect you." ”

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Senior, are you going to Mobei Lonely City?"

Song Binghe was not hypocritical, nodded and said, "It's time to go." ”

Tang Feng frowned slightly, and sighed: "Senior, have you really thought clearly?"

Song Binghe glared at Tang Feng angrily and shouted, "Of course you think clearly, what are you talking about?"

Tang Feng smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes were a little dark.

Martial Saint Gu Xizhou, standing at the top of the world for a hundred years, now no one knows what level it has reached, Song Binghe insisted on going to the lonely city of Mobei, also because his cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he can no longer see the way forward.

The so-called morning news can die at night, that's it.

"Boy, the way of the sword is withering, and this luck is scattered in the human world for endless years, and now it has been carved up cleanly. ”

Song Binghe looked up at the empty sky and sighed for no reason.

"A hundred years ago, the old sword god was born with the luck of the sword, rose in the dust of the end of the world, and climbed to the top of the world, but in the end he was defeated by Gu Xizhou, and lost a lot of the luck of the sword in the lonely city of Mobei. ”

"As a kendo scholar, there is no reason for me to watch this kendo luck fall in the lonely city of Mobei, this was the case forty years ago, and even more so today, forty years later. If I die, there will be others who will go to the Lonely City of Mobei to find this luck. ”

"One day, someone will hold the dragon and snake in his hand, shape the godhead with the luck of the world's sword, ignite his own divine fire, and push the sword path to the extreme again. ”

Tang Feng looked at the ripples in the jade cup and said nothing.

"Boy, do you remember those eighteen-style sword moves?" Song Binghe squinted at Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded.

Song Binghe smiled and said: "The old man has learned the sword and finally realized these eighteen-style sword moves, I thought that since I was going to Mobei Lonely City, there was no reason to bring it into the coffin, although you are very different from what I want to pass on, but now you and I are also friends of the year, and Yu Li should also pass it on to you." ”

Tang Feng thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Senior, are you going to pass on my sword moves?"

Song Binghe glanced at Tang Feng, smiled suddenly, and then shook his head.

Tang Feng's face turned black in an instant, didn't Song Binghe mean that he wanted to pass on his sword moves. But what does this shaking mean?

Song Binghe smiled as if he had succeeded in his treacherous plan, and said, "I mean, originally I didn't find a suitable heir, so I wanted to pass on the eighteen-style sword to you, but now I have found a suitable heir." ”

Hearing this, Tang Feng was surprised in his heart, along the way, most of the people they had come into contact with were demon clans, could it be that Song Binghe valued a demon clan?