Chapter 280
This Martial Dao Heaven and Earth is not at all peaceful.
There are evil monsters in the world.
There are not many evil things in Martial Dao in the lower realm. If it is smashing void and ascending to the upper realm, you will encounter more evil monsters. Fortunately in the territory of Human Race, the upper empress suppresses, and there are many human race heroes, sweeping all over the place, evil monsters are rare.
Leaving the territory of Human Race, hundreds of races are mixed, poisonous snakes are rampant, and evil monsters are countless.
Sometimes.
The evils will even invade the land of empress.
National warfare heaven shaking, earth shattering.
Chen Xinglie is very impressed.
True Yin is like this. Chen Xinglie saw that the Great Sword had a new attribute to "suppress all evils" before he flicked Zhao Yumeng out of the formation and cut it out with a single sword.
This sword.
The fisherman in front of the temple was frightened.
"Wait!"
A voice sounded from the entrance of the temple.
This is a woman’s voice, the tone is very low, like a beautiful woman in her sleep, but the sound waves are between Chen Xinglie and the fishing man, stirring up layers of black sound waves. After a while.
Ordinary Martial Dao expert here, I’m afraid I can’t help the impact of sound waves. Three immortal souls and seven mortal souls are like a calm boat in the raging sea. soul flew away and scattered.
Even the black lake with only slight ripples, under the impact of sound waves, rolls up one after another tide, and rises, like tongues spreading from a black hole, glowing With a terrifying cold breath, it is daunting.
The sound waves are so tyrannical, but around the sword light of the Great Sword, they disappeared without a trace, and simply couldn't reach Chen Xinglie.
weng!
The sword cry is on again.
Rolling sound waves were shattered by the shock.
"Are you trying to figure this seat?" Chen Lang's tone was full of sarcasm, and the big sword in his hand was slowly pressed down, and the sword edge was fixed in front of the fisherman's eyebrows.
The fisherman replied: "Don’t dare!"
The general Martial Dao expert, if you say the word “Don’t dare,” it’s scared and you should lower your head. Such as those dynasty spies, such as Qin Wannian, Duan Wuhuan.
The person who can fish, when he said the word “dare not”, he slowly lifts the head.
Under the cloak, there is no body and face for a long time. It is dark, and it is condensed from the thick black light into a shadow body, which is dark, the one that should have eyes, nose and mouth. In the face, there are always huge vertical eyes erected...
This eye is also black!
It's darker than the dark shadow body, purer and more intriguing.
It is this pure black that allows Chen Xinglie to see the outline of this eye clearly.
This look.
The whole face has only one eye!
unheard-of unprecedented.
Even if Chen Xinglie has an empress wife, she is considered experienced and knowledgeable, and he has never heard of such a creature anywhere, and there is no such record even in the classics of the upper world.
Can such a creature be considered a human being?
So...
The creatures about this fishing man have obviously disappeared in the long river of history, and even disappeared in Myths and Legends.
Chen Xinglie has always longed for the ancient Martial Dao era. Today, he has seen a half-claw.
This is fun.
Interesting!
Chen Xinglie has a playful smile in his eyes, holding a big sword in his palm, holding the sword light in the air, and slowly advancing until the point of the sword is away from the fisherman’s eyes and there is only one strand of hair. He stopped and asked: "Who are you?"
But at this moment, Zhao Yumeng quietly raised his palm and gently rubbed his eyebrows.
I don't know why.
The strange face of the fishing man made Zhao Yumeng a little uncomfortable between his eyebrows.
"This king is named Chanjuan, under the seat of Yongye Sovereign, the King of the Blood Moon!"
The fisherman answered Chen Xinglie's words, and Zhao Yumeng's Liu eyebrows were tightened.
The King of the Blood Moon?
There seems to be a slight impression.
The name Chanjuan sounds like a woman.
Proclaiming himself the king, he should have an extraordinary status.
Zhao Yumeng finally understood why Chen Xinglie would call this place the Wang Tomb. Perhaps it was this Chanjuan who called himself Wang who was buried here.
"Chen Lang knew about it a long time ago?"
Zhao Yumeng used the sound transmission secret technique and asked quietly.
Chen Xinglie has always liked to flicker this rain Fairy Maiden Meng, but this time it is rare to have no nonsense, just gently shook his head.
Zhao Yumeng was a little surprised.
Chen Xinglie stared at the fishing man who claimed to be Chanjuan, and slowly said: "I only remember that there is a temple of the king’s tomb here, and the details have long been remembered, even this temple is dedicated to Yongye Sovereign, I have already forgotten thoroughly. The time is so long, the memory is no match for the lapse of time, I can't remember it."
He really can't remember.
When I was in the Upper Realm, when I heard people talk about this Lower Realm King’s Tomb, I simply never thought that one day, I would return to the Lower Realm and return to the Azure Yang Sect before it was destroyed. Keep it in mind.
As for what time is long, and the years are wasted, it is full of nonsense.
Zhao Yumeng is nodded, and willow eyebrows are slightly frowned.
She didn't doubt Chen Xinglie's remarks, but she was a little strange. When she asked Chen Xinglie earlier, she used the secret technique of sound transmission. When Chen Xinglie answered, he spoke directly.
Why is this?
Zhao Yumeng was a little surprised.
Actually, Chen Xinglie did this. One is that his cultivation base is not enough now, and he simply can't perform the secret technique of sound transmission. The second is intentional, just to let that Chanjuan hear.
Sure enough.
The vertical eye under Chanjuan's cloak, the black light condensed, staring at Chen Xinglie.
Who is this person?
Why would he know that this is the temple of Yongye Sovereign?
Why is this place called the tomb of the king? Does he know that this king was killed here?
However, when he saw this king, why didn't he even know his name? Did he forget or recognize him?
Chan Juan thought for a while, but she couldn't figure it out.
Her memory is truly like what Chen Xinglie just said, because time is too long, the years are passing, and the memory is too much lost. This is like an ordinary person in the world. Once he gets older, It is inevitable that I can't remember the bits and pieces of my youth.
Could it be an old friend?
There are two kinds of old people, friends or enemies.
Which one does he belong to?
Chan Juan kept speculating in the heart, but because there was only Remnant Soul left, her thoughts were a little confused. For a while, she couldn't even remember the enemies and friends in the deep memory.
Just now.
Pointing to the sword light in Chanjuan’s eyes, the brightness increased sharply.
Chen Xinglie held a big sword and said awe-inspiringly: "Hand over all the valuable things in the Wangling Temple. This seat is for the sake of you and I may be old acquaintances. You can forgive me. You're not dead!"
Chanjuan's eyes stunned.
Is this scared?
Chen Xinglie smiled indifferently and said: "Don't worry, this seat has always believed in what you say."
Chen Xinglie was silent for a long time, still with a bit of arrogance in her tone, and said:" This king wants to see your sword hilt."