1384th Bloody Cemetery

Where is Xiao Chen? What is his way?

No one knows about it, and few people pay attention to it, except for those close friends. In today's world, who would remember the Qinglong King who was so unparalleled five years ago that the entire younger generation of Kunlun couldn't hold their heads up.

In the vast Tianwu domain of the Kunlun Continent, there are eighteen states in the south alone, and the area of ​​one state is comparable to the area of ​​the entire Qin Kingdom in the Sky Realm.

The original Haotian State was the most prosperous state among the eighteen southern states.

However, the great battle between the Shinto League and the Haotian School turned Haotian Prefecture into a wasteland. After the battle, many mountains, rivers and landforms have changed. turned into a desert.

There are also many people who died in battle, wandering in this ruined place all year round, no matter where you look at it, this place is no longer suitable for long-term living.

After the war, Ying Zongtian used his supreme strength to fly the entire Haotian City into the sky, and moved his family out of Haotian State. This ruin, which had been uninhabited for a long time, became even more desolate.

The original Xinghuo City has now become a cemetery, where a large number of Martial Emperors, even more Quasi-Emperors, and Martial Saints are buried.

There are all five major clans, the human race, the monster race, the ghost race, the corpse race, and the god race are all in this place, leaving countless corpses.

At present, the only place that is a bit popular in Haotian State is here. Relatives, friends and disciples of the deceased often come to pay homage.

The sky of Xinghuo City is always blood-colored, and the light is dim. From time to time, a group of blood crows will fly in the sky. It is said that it is the sin of Qinglong King Xiao Chen.

If you want to come here to pay homage, you have to be careful, these blood crows are extremely dangerous. After being entangled by them, it is difficult for the great heaven and the Martial Emperor to escape.

There was even an example of Datian Emperor Wu being eaten alive by blood crows, which was extremely terrifying.

On this day, in Xinghuo City, a group of human warriors came, bringing sacrifices. Three men and two women, except for the leading man, who has the cultivation base of a small heavenly Martial Emperor, and the highest cultivation base of the quasi-Emperor was encountered.

"Brother Feng, a large group of blood crows flew over just now, we have two hours to go in to pay homage to the master."

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A thin and small man who went to inquire about the situation, his face was still a little childish, but his body quickly came back and said to the leading man.

The leading man, named Ling Feng, was handsome, but in his thirties. At such a young age, he had reached the level of Tianwu Emperor, and he should be a rising star who burst out in the golden age.

There are many similar up-and-comers in this golden age, who were unknown before becoming emperor, but became famous after becoming emperor.

"Brother Feng, can we go in now?" A girl next to her said with tears in her eyes, "Today is my father's memorial day, it's getting dark, I don't want to miss it."

The other companions also looked at Ling Feng, and it was obvious that they were all headed by him.

On the gravel, Ling Feng didn't speak, he picked up the long knife casually, got up and looked towards the west. In the extremely distant sky, under the blood cloud, a faint setting sun could be seen.

"Wait, there have been demon warriors coming to hunt blood crows recently, and it is difficult to meet them." Ling Feng is not old, but he is unusually calm: "Xiao Liu, go and look around, remember be careful."

"Well, listen to Brother Feng."

Xiao Liu giggled, then flashed out.

"Brother Feng, with your strength, there is no need to be afraid of those demon warriors. The Martial Emperor of the third heaven is not your opponent, and the demon warriors will definitely come and die."

"That's right, even Bai Ruxue, the leader of our Tianwu domain, said that you are the last talented swordsman in Tianwu domain, not inferior to the queen of the sword king."

The companion didn't take it seriously, and was quite confident in Ling Feng's strength.

Ling Feng smiled and did not speak. He has seen real masters, and knows the gap between himself and those old swordsmen. He will not belittle his talent, look down on himself, nor will he be arrogant and look high on himself.

As for the warriors of the demon clan, if they are not warriors of the royal clan of the demon world, he is not afraid.

Don't be afraid of tens of thousands, just in case, it's better to be cautious when dealing with people.

Half an hour later, when the sky was about to completely dark, Xiao Liu Hui Liu came back, and there was no sign of the demon warrior.

Ling Feng took the lead and said decisively: "Let's go, we only have half an hour, so hurry up."

"No, there is still an hour and a half before the blood crow will come?"

"Be careful, I don't feel right." Ling Feng didn't look back, nor did he explain too much.

After a while, Ling Feng stopped and looked forward in a daze.

In front of the field of vision is a shocking cemetery, in the dim light, one after another gravestone stands erect in the strong wind.

The blood cloud in the sky covered all the graves with a faint blood-colored light curtain. From a distance, they looked like blood graves erected among the ruins.

There is a wind blowing, bringing a desolate and desolate smell, and faintly, you can also hear a trace of irritated wailing, hidden in the sound of the wind.

Several people walked forward, strolling in the cemetery, the sacrificial rites on the tombstones were shocking.

"My father, Liu Xue's tomb, was invited by my friend Haotian Supreme to guard the Haotian School, and died protecting Xiao Chen!"

"Family master Dongfang Jing, at the invitation of his friend Haotian Supreme, died for Xiao Chen's Dharma protection!"

"Uncle Baiwu,... died for protecting Xiao Chen!"

"Zhang Feng of the Divine Dao League, Liu Chongtian. [,!] Emperor Wu died in the scuffle because of Xiao Chen crossing the catastrophe!"

"Die to protect Xiao Chen!"

"Because Xiao Chen crossed the catastrophe and died in the melee!"

Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen! In every tombstone, the word Xiao Chen is clearly outlined with blood.

Blood represents unknown, blood represents hatred, blood represents anger.

Hatred, ominousness, and anger seem to be the silent accusations against Xiao Chen by the warriors buried here.

Although it was not the first time he came here, Ling Feng was still shocked by it. It was hard for him to imagine that so many Martial Emperors would die because of one person.

It is even more unimaginable that when there is only one step left on the Emperor's Road, the Qinglong King who was in full swing in the past would jump down the Emperor's Road without thinking about his own safety.

After all, what kind of person is that.

"The master's cemetery has arrived."

Several people stopped in front of a grave. On the tombstone, it was written that the tomb of my father Liu Yuan died for protecting Xiao Chen.

The girl next to Ling Feng, after seeing the tombstone, could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.

The other people present are all disciples of the master of the tombstone, and their hearts are extremely heavy, and it is difficult to restrain themselves.

"Master's death is really worthless. He died for a heartless and ungrateful person, protecting the Dharma."

"Even if it is to push open the Emperor's Gate, I finally lived up to the kindness of the master, but this man jumped down at the last step."

The disciple of the deceased obviously hated Xiao Chen so much that he didn't even want to mention his name.

Ling Feng frowned, looked around, and said, "It's time, we have to go."

"Brother Feng, let me stay with father." The deceased's daughter, Liu Yun, looked at Ling Feng and begged.

Ling Feng couldn't bear to meet the girl's gaze, and sighed: "Then just stay here for a while."

A quarter of an hour later, when everyone finished paying their respects and was about to leave, a few crows rang out from the sky.

"Blood Raven!"

The faces of the five people changed at the same time. How could there be a blood crow flying at this time.

Ling Feng fixed his eyes, looked up, and as expected, behind four or five blood crows, there was a man laughing and chasing them.

As he got closer, the man's devilish energy became more and more obvious. This is a blood warrior from the devil world.

Puff!

A burst of blood shot out, five blood crows were swept past, one after another of sins scattered, poured into the blood man's body, and was calmly refined by him.

"Comfortable, if you refine some more sins, my Blood Fiend Skill can be further improved!"

The blood man laughed wildly, and suddenly his eyes swept away, and fell on Ling Feng and his party.

And Ling Feng just happened to see the purple imprint on the center of this person's eyebrows, and his heart sank suddenly, a child of the royal family of the demon world.