Chapter 1539 The Heroic Soul Is Immortal, Stay...

"Nine Soul Dragon Seal Jue..."

The violent air waves raged in all directions, and the sudden and shocking dragon shadow was like a prehistoric giant beast that shook the sky, and directly threw back the people in Mangcheng who were about to flee.

"Boom..."

The earth-shattering shock wave crushed the earth, and the members of the Radiance Saint Clan were at a loss as they hit the high-rise buildings and the ground of the prefecture city one by one, spitting blood and being in a panic.

Immediately afterwards, a purple demon flame like a torrent and tsunami swept across with the force of a prairie fire.

Amidst the terrified and chaotic howls, Mang Cheng and other masters followed in the footsteps of the Dragon Blood Saint Clan and his group.

Like a ghost burned by the fire of hell, it turns into nothingness in an instant.

...

"This is?"

The two waves of destruction without any warning directly surprised Mu Feng, Qiao Xiaowan, Mo Qingli and others.

Even Bai Qianyu looked at the scene in surprise.

...

However, the expressions of Chu Hen, Long Qingyang, and Long Xuanshuang at this moment are extremely weird and complicated.

Their eyes were all fixed on the direction where the dragon shadow appeared.

Nine Soul Dragon Seal Jue!

It's the Nine Soul Dragon Seal Jue again!

In this world, apart from the three of them, no one understands this martial arts anymore.

who is it?

Who exactly?

...

Dust filled the sky, and the wind howled.

Behind the mansion where the chaotic cyclone surged rapidly, a tall and burly middle-aged figure gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

From blurry to clear.

Chu Hen,

The heartstrings of Long Qingyang and Long Xuanshuang were involuntarily pulled tight.

Long Qingyang frowned deeply with his thick eyebrows, and he didn't feel that (body shēn) figure was familiar.

Long Xuanshuang also lightly clenched his jade hands into fists, and there was still complexity in his cold and glamorous Danfeng eyes.

The atmosphere is inexplicably worrying.

Also inexplicably some indescribable sadness.

Looking at the burly and tall figure gradually approaching from far to near.

There was a once most familiar warmth in that invisible stalwart breath.

...

The scene ten years ago involuntarily appeared in the minds of the three of them.

Holy Star Dynasty.

Imperial City.

That burly and tall (body shēn) figure faced the faces of countless masters of the Holy Star Dynasty and those in power in the royal family, its aura was majestic and domineering.

"The Holy Empress promised me in front of countless people here today that as long as Long Zhan dies, she will spare Chu Hen's life. In the world, protect my son Zhouquan!"

...

That (body shēn) shadow got closer and closer.

The breath in the air actually has stinging eye sockets.

The memories of the past and the pictures in front of me are constantly overlapping.

Chu Hen, Long Qingyang, and Long Xuanshuang felt their hearts tremble violently.

...

"Yang'er, Shuang'er, Hen'er... the three of you are the greatest pride of my life, Long Zhan. I have no regrets in doing this for my father!"

The man who had always been strict showed a gentle and kind (love ài) smile.

The voice and smile are comfortable but sad.

"Don't be sad, dad is always here, no matter where I (body shēn) is, I will watch you grow up."

The memory scene and the picture in front of me are switched back and forth and interlaced.

Every time the other party took a step forward, it was like stepping on the inner lake of the three of them, and there were waves one after another.

"Remember, Dad will always watch you three... goodbye!"

...

goodbye!

See you again!

"Uncle Zhan..." Chu Hen shouted loudly, and then he flew forward.

Long Qingyang and Long Xuanshuang's eyes were wide open, their eye sockets flushed, and they also ran towards that figure.

"That's..." Ye Yao was also shocked, "Long, Uncle Long Zhan?"

...

Under the frost and dust.

The burly figure walking towards him was as heroic and uncommon as before, with a domineering outline between the imposing brows, quite similar to Long Qingyang's.

"Uncle Zhan..." Chu Hen was very excited, with (hot) tears in his eyes, and then he knelt down in front of the other party, "Uncle Zhan, the unfilial son Chu Hen, I see you!"

"Hen'er..." The other party's voice was still gentle, and he also landed on one knee, holding Chu Hen's shoulder.

"Uncle Zhan, it's really you..." Chu Hen hugged him like a child.

Long Qingyang and Long Xuanshuang also had red eyes, both shocked and suspicious. His expression was a little dazed, but he couldn't believe it was true.

"father?"

"Is it really you?"

...

Long Zhan raised his head slightly, showing Shu Xin's warm kindness (love ài) on his face.

"Yang'er, Shuang'er... Long time no see! You've grown up so much..."

"Father!" Long Qingyang immediately fell to his knees, hugging Long Zhan's broad arms together with Chu Hen.

However, Long Xuanshuang had a look of shock and disbelief.

"How? How could you..."

So many years.

Long Zhan, who stood in front of them with his own eyes, is now standing here for real.

Long Xuanshuang bit her red lips lightly with silver teeth, she couldn't accept it for a while.

"Why? Why did you lie to us..."

"I'm sorry, Shuang'er!" Long Zhan revealed guilt.

"Is a 'sorry' enough? Do you know how we have lived these years? When you did that in front of our face, do you know how painful we are?"

Long Xuanshuang burst into tears unknowingly.

She clearly remembers.

At that time, she shouted, begged, and cried hysterically.

Afterwards, she had to pretend to be strong to comfort Chu Hen who was younger than her.

Who knows, Long Xuanshuang, whose appearance is as cold as ice, was only a little girl less than twenty years old back then.

What happened that day, every time she thinks about it, tortures her heart like a nightmare.

...

Long Zhan sighed deeply, "Shuang'er, I am the one who is sorry for you."

Long Xuanshuang's tears could not be restrained, she turned sideways, and kept wiping the tears on her face, looking particularly distressing.

...

"Chu Hen's adoptive father is not dead?"

At the same time, other people came over one after another.

Mu Feng and Ye Yao, who knew what happened back then, looked at each other, and they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

There was also a touch of touch in Bai Qianyu's eyes.

There was a touch of sentimentality in the bright and soft peach blossom eyes.

...

Chu Hen and Long Qingyang, who stabilized their mood a little, stood up with Long Zhan's support.

"Uncle Zhan, what is going on?"

In Chu Hen's heart, he was shocked, surprised, and especially puzzled.

Long Qingyang also had a look of disbelief.

"Father, back then we saw you with our own eyes..."

Long Zhan didn't answer, but turned his gaze to the back of everyone.

Chu Hen subconsciously turned his head sideways.

I saw Li Wushang walking towards this side with slight steps and peaceful eyes.

"I made him do it."

...

What?

Long Xuanshuang, Long Qingyang and the others were startled, and they all looked at each other in puzzlement.

Chu Hen also frowned, looking at the person in front of him, his face was full of indescribable complexity.

The man with the same eyes as himself.

Everything seemed to be carefully arranged by the other party.

"Who are you?" Chu Hen replied in a deep voice.

The eyes of the two met, and there was an invisible rhythm in the air.

Li Wushang raised his eyes lightly, and said word by word, "One of the four guards under the Emperor Yaotong, Tiangu Xingwei, Li Wushang..."