Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventeen We Are Heroes!

There is a dazzling light, illuminating the entire Last Blood Battlefield like a brilliant sun, and even two million miles away, one can feel the dazzling light.

Because the light is so dazzling that people are blinded for a short time, and can't see anything except the strong light.

When the strong light dissipated, Luo Zhiyun said in surprise: "Bright Dao Domain! It's the righteous warriors. How can there be righteous warriors in the last bloody battlefield? Are these people dying?"

A group of people, Guard Wang, woke up with worried brows and seemed a little restless.

"how so?"

"King Rahu, did he think about it? The terrifying Light Dao Domain is a little stronger than the power of the eighth prince's sacred weapon."

Although the light appeared for a short time, it was not as long-lasting as the power of the holy weapon, but the power that erupted was much stronger than that of the holy weapon.

Luo Zhiyun and other Shura warriors couldn't help but feel uneasy. Anyone in this situation would be worried about King Luohu's safety.

Xiao Chen's expression has returned to calm. Before he came, he had heard rumors that there were righteous fighters in the Last Blood Battlefield.

However, these people hid it very well. They were mixed among the casual cultivators of the magic way, and they got away with it.

Demon cultivators are also human races, and orthodox cultivators are also human races. If you mix among them, you only need to be careful to hide your breath, and it will be difficult for outsiders to find out without paying attention.

In addition, this bloody battlefield is already full of evil spirits and chaotic breaths, which can easily disturb the perception of warriors.

"Let's go, this place is not safe."

Xiao Chen said softly, Luo Zhiyun and others didn't see it, but he saw King Luo Hu was hit with his own eyes.

I don't know what the situation is now, but I can be sure that King Rahu must not be able to control the situation.

"No, I'm going to find my father. If I don't leave, something must have happened to my father. I'm going to save him."

Luo Zhiyun's expression was flustered, and his eyes were red. It may be the father and son's induction, which made him feel that King Luo Hu must be in a bad situation.

It was miserable enough to say that, before coming here, Luo Zhiyun didn't know anything.

He really thought that his father just brought him to see the world, never thought that such a cruel thing would happen.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly,

I understand Luo Zhiyun emotionally, but I have to go now intellectually.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Luo Zhiyun hurried away, but he was trapped in Xiao Chen's Taiji force field, unable to move an inch, with demonic energy surging all over his body, howling, still couldn't do it.

"Damn it, let me go, let me go." Luo Zhiyun shouted angrily, and cursed at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen didn't bother to pay attention, and calmly ordered: "Catch him, let's go."

A group of people, Wang Huwei, knew that Xiao Chen's actions were correct at the moment, and they were dissatisfied with Xiao Chen, but they still did it.

But Luo Zhiyun suddenly became stubborn, and said in a deep voice, "Let go, if anyone of you dares to touch me, I will die for you."

"Little prince, don't be stubborn, listen to Mr. Xiao, let's go."

"Yes, with the strength of the king, he can protect himself without any worries. If he comes out and sees that something happened to you, the little prince, then he will be in trouble."

Luo Zhiyun refused to follow through, and kept nagging, something must have happened to his father, something must have happened.

Xiao Chen sighed softly: "Leave him alone, we will wait for King Rahu here."

He understood Luo Zhiyun very well, for a child in his twenties, after an emotional outburst, he would inevitably lose his mind.

Taking it away by force might really cause bad things.

That being the case, so be it.

Xiao Chen felt helpless, King Luohu really gave him a hard job.

Too lazy to care about other things, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and practiced on the back of the Demon Blood Vulture with peace of mind.

Only sending out the Tai Chi force field, no matter how hard Luo Zhiyun tried, he couldn't break free.

If he is tired, he will naturally calm down.

An hour later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes abruptly, and saw the battlefield filled with thick fog, and a terrifying magic power surged towards his direction.

But if you feel it carefully, you can find that this general trend is actually at the end of its strength.

Holding his breath, he ran wildly.

Sure enough, after his spiritual sense could sense it, Xiao Chen discovered that this general trend was coming from King Rahu.

He was rushing towards this place desperately, behind him, there was a group of emperors chasing wildly.

Surprisingly, Shengzi Xuantian, Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan were among this group of people. These demonic monks, the emperor of the underworld, and the warriors of the righteous way even joined forces to chase after King Rahu.

On the back of the Demon Blood Vulture, Xiao Chen was thoughtful, King Rahu forcibly took the Fire of the True God?

After much deliberation, only this possibility will allow several forces to put aside their disputes and jointly deal with King Rahu.

boom!

A gust of wind blew away and cleared away the magic fog for thousands of miles. The figure of King Rahu appeared in the eyes of Xiao Chen and others.

I saw cuts and bruises all over his body, especially the huge wound on his chest that was still emitting a white mysterious light, which was the most shocking.

Along the way, a road of blood was forcibly blazed. From a distance, it looked like a bloody river running through thousands of miles.

"Father."

Luo Zhiyun, who was a little dazed, broke out completely and burst into tears. Xiao Chen dissipated the Tai Chi force field, Luo Zhiyun broke free, and ran like crazy.

"Protect, King Rahu!"

A group of human king guards couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out one after another, trying to block the group of emperors.

When King Luohu saw Luo Zhiyun, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he leaped into the air and came to Luo Zhiyun.

Puff!

But the moment he landed, he fell to the ground with a plop, spit out three mouthfuls of blood, and coughed non-stop.

The screams sounded, and the king's guards, how could the emperor have the power to resist, and died tragically in an instant. But this group of king guards are also excellent enough to choose to blew themselves up before they died, which made those emperors a little troublesome for a while.

Whoosh!

The Demon Blood Vulture turned into a streak of blood and came to Luo Zhiyun and King Luo Hu, who was already speechless. One hand was holding Luo Zhiyun's hand tightly, and the other hand was clenched tightly, without any sign of letting go.

"Cloud... son..."

Luo Zhiyun looked at Xiao Chen, cried and said with red eyes: "Senior, can you save my father? I beg you, please."

Xiao Chen said unhappily in his heart, the majestic emperor of the three veins, how could he die so easily.

Handing over the fire of the true god, this group of people really dared to kill King Luohu, and there were also old generation False God powerhouses in the lineage of Luo Zhi.

The children's homes are like parting from life to death, which makes his nose a little sore.

While Luo Zhiyun was speaking, King Luo Hu looked weak, and tried to raise his head to glance at Xiao Chen.

No need to say much at this moment, Xiao Chen knew what he was going to say from the look in his eyes.

It is nothing more than asking him to protect Luo Zhiyun and let him inherit the inheritance of the true god.

Xiao Chen has not set an example for a long time, not because he has a cold temper, but he is a member of the Tianmeng after all, and he only needs to take away the relics of the Tianmeng at this moment.

There is no need to cause other troubles and risk being enemies of so many emperors.

King Rahu couldn't speak, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and it seemed that the vitality began to dissipate now.

If the heart is dead, even if the body is healthy, it is no different from a dead person.

His last gaze touched the weakest and softest thing in Xiao Chen's heart.

Xiao Chen thought of the False God Realm, and in the Yaoyun Palace, facing Liu Ruyue for five full years, suffering unspeakable pain.

Thinking of myself, heartbreak broke out, just like the days of the living dead.

In the last bloody battlefield that has existed forever since ancient times, the magic fog is hard to dissipate, the strong wind is endless, the dark clouds remain forever, and the blood moon hangs high. In the howling wind, there are dead souls who have passed away, as if they are singing the elegy of the past, and watching today's story with cold eyes.

The elegy is always there, the battlefield has not changed, and the story is still the same as before, but the heroes have changed wave after wave. Sooner or later, we will all become heroes and legends, and let future generations recite our stories.

King Rahu, are you also a man of temperament?

Then I, Xiao Chen, will help you once. Under the bamboo hat, Xiao Chen nodded silently.

Seeing Xiao Chen nodding his head, King Rahu put it down, and finally closed his eyes. The left hand that had been tightly clenched was released, and the black flame immediately broke free, rose slowly, and floated in mid-air.

The Dark Lord is always accompanied by fear, but the black flame in front of him is dazzling, as pure as a star gem, and it looks a little sacred.

The dozen or so emperors in the rear suddenly went crazy, but the group of king guards were not dead yet, they were still blowing themselves up, and they dared not move forward if they wanted to.

Only Luo Zhiyun hugged King Luohu and cried to death, this silly boy didn't even know what agreement his father had reached with Xiao Chen.

If the White Dragon King was here, he would definitely be lucky, but luckily he gave birth to a daughter. I'm really mad to have such a stupid son.

"Don't cry, your father is not dead."

Xiao Chen jumped down, grabbed the True God Fire with one hand, and lifted Luo Zhiyun and King Luo Hu onto the Demon Blood Vulture's back with the other hand.

Luo Zhiyun was not angry at all when he heard Xiao Chen's words, and said in surprise, "Senior, is my father alright?"

Xiao Chen explained well, and kept the story short: "Your father was just seriously injured, his body entered automatic protection, and he chose to sleep forcibly. After recovering, he will wake up naturally. Don't talk, don't ask too many questions. Take off the crown."

IQ is not enough, communication is difficult.

Luo Zhiyun didn't dare to say more, he heard that his father was fine, so he was relieved, and took off the crown according to Xiao Chen's words.

Xiao Chen took over the crown, left behind the deadly guard Wang, and said calmly: "Let's go, don't be so stupid as to jump off by yourself, you and your father will be fine."

Luo Zhiyun woke up and said: "Senior, what about you? Come with us, I will take you to Luo Zhiwang's mansion."

It's true to have a good heart, but it's really wrong to have no brains.

Xiao Chen is helpless, I will go with you, are you still going?

Too lazy to explain, he opened his left hand and glanced at the True God Fire of the Eternal Demon Monarch. Then he shot violently, forcing the fire of inheritance and fire of divinity to be separated.

With a light touch, the fire of the Eternal Demon Monarch's inheritance escaped between Luo Zhiyun's brows.

Before he could start screaming, the Demon Blood Vulture turned into a bloody flame and rushed into the sky.

Xiao Chen despises the inheritance of the Eternal Demon Lord, but the divinity contained in it is a great complement to Xiao Chen.

Giving Luo Huiyun the inheritance and leaving behind this divine fire can be regarded as fulfilling King Luohu's promise.

boom!

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, accompanied by the overwhelming momentum, rolled up the sky full of wild sand, almost blowing Xiao Chen away.

No need to look, Xiao Chen knew that the group of people should be dead.

More than a dozen emperors rushed forward without any scruples.

Xiao Chen didn't care about it, and just took off the seven-color stone from the crown to reveal the complete shape of the head of the dart, and then replaced it on his own Snow Whip.

Back then, Hua Tianyang shocked the world with the Snow God Whip, gained a great reputation, and directly turned the Tianmeng into a superpower.

Now, the Snow God Whip is working again, even if it is not stimulated by the secret method, as long as it can display 10% of its power, there is no need to be afraid of the gang of Xiaoxiao in front of you.

Many emperors looked at Xiao Chen and did not act rashly.

Everyone has more or less heard that there is a mysterious demon cultivator with a mysterious identity and strange whip skills, but they did not expect that he would get mixed up with King Shura.

The eighth prince of the Blood Martial Dynasty fell down and jumped out, shouting angrily: "No matter who you are, hand over the fire of the true god, and you will not die."

"Eighth Prince, your eyes don't seem to be fully healed, you can't even recognize me."

Xiao Chen smiled faintly, and flew off the hat on his head, and his black clothes exploded, revealing a white shirt, full of long hair, dancing wildly in the wind.

"It's you!"

"Xiao Chen! Lord Feng Xun, he is Xiao Chen, the one who killed Rakshasa's avatar back then."

Seeing Xiao Chen's face clearly, the Eighth Prince's jaw almost dropped from shock, and he was completely stunned.

Shengzi Xuantian, as well as Mu Yunzhu and Gu Yuhan were equally astonished and shocked beyond words.

Those Raksha people also recognized Xiao Chen, the dragon warrior whom Rakshatian named to kill.

"kill him!"

The group of people couldn't hold back the killing intent in their hearts any longer, and with a roar, more than a dozen emperors rushed towards Xiao Chen at the same time.

Xiao Chen snorted coldly in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Give me everyone, Xiao, to step down!"

Holding the Snow God Whip in his right hand, he waved it lightly, and suddenly the bright red whip rope, like a plum blossom, sounded like a thunderbolt in the void.

Snapped!

The runes contained in the whip rope were activated step by step, and the moment the thunderbolt sounded, the seven-color dart heads burst into gorgeous brilliance.

Suddenly like a night of spring, pear blossoms are all over the earth.

That thunderbolt made the sky covered with snowflakes, covering the vast land. More than a dozen emperors only felt that their souls were trembling, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time they were shocked by the thunderbolt.

[My readers, I have also read your comments. You are welcome to leave comments on this book, but please don’t keep cursing and read the book carefully. 】