Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

A dazzling light, like a glorious big day, illuminates the entire battlefield of end-blood, two million miles apart, making you feel bright and dazzling.

Because the light is so bright that people are temporarily blind, they can't see anything but the strong light.

When the strong light dissipated, Luo Zhiyun exclaimed in surprise: "The light domain! The righteous warrior, the last blood battlefield, how come there are righteous warriors, these people are not dead? ”

A group of people guarded Wang. After waking up, the eyebrows were also worried and seemed a little restless.

“How can it be so? ”

“Has King Luo thought of that? What a terrible domain of light, a little stronger than the power of the Eight Princes' Holy Instrument. ”

While the light appeared briefly, unlike the Holy Instrument's power, it was much stronger than the Holy Instrument's power.

Those who cultivate Luo Wu, such as Luo Yun, cannot help but seem restless. In this case, anyone will worry about the safety of Luo Wang.

Xiao Chen has returned to calm. Before he arrived, there were rumours of righteous warriors on the battlefield of the last blood.

But these people are hiding very well, mixed up in the demonic cultivation, and they actually get mixed up in the past.

Demonic proselytizing is also a human race, and Orthodox monks are also a human race, mixed together, just need to be careful to hide the breath, it is difficult to spot without the attention of outsiders.

Combined with this bloody battlefield, it is already breathless, confusing and prone to disturbing the warrior's perceptions.

“Come on, this place isn't safe anymore. ”

Xiao Chen softly said that Luo Zhiyun and others did not see it, but he saw King Luo was hit with his own eyes.

What is happening now is unknown, and it may be certain that King Luo is definitely out of control of the situation.

“No, I'm going to find my father. I'm not leaving. Something must have happened to my father. I'm going to save him. ”

Luo Zhiyun panicked, his eyes were red, it could be the father and son sensation, make him feel that Luo Zhiwang is definitely in a bad situation now.

It's pathetic to say, but before we came, Luo Zhiyun knew nothing.

I really thought that my father had just brought him here to see the world, and I had no idea that something so cruel would happen.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and emotionally understood Luo Huiyun, but now he is sensibly compelled to go.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Luo Zhiyun spreads his legs and walks away. He can be caught in Xiao Chen's Tai Chi field. His inches are difficult to move. He is flooded with demonic elements, howling and screaming, or he can't.

“Damn, you let me go, let me go.” The roaring clouds shouted at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was lazy and calmly ordered: “Arrest him and let's go. ”

A group of Wang guards knew that Xiao Chen's practice was right at this moment. He was unhappy with Xiao Chen, but still did it.

But the clouds suddenly came stubbornly and said, “Let go, if any of you dare touch me, I will die to show you. ”

“Little Prince, don't be stubborn. Listen to Mr. Xiao. Let's go. ”

“Yeah, with the strength of a king, you're safe. If he comes out and sees something happen to you, he'll be in trouble. ”

Luo Zhiyun died and was nagging. Father must have had an accident. Something must have happened.

Xiao Chen sighed softly: “Leave him alone, we are waiting for King Luo. ”

He understands Luo Zhiyun, a child in his twenties, inevitably lost his mind after his emotions erupted.

Forced to take it, it might really trigger something bad.

So be it.

Xiao Chen's heart was helpless, King Luo, really gave him a hard job.

Lazy enough to care about the rest, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and practiced in peace on the back of the demonic blood vulture.

Only the Tai Chi field can be dispersed, leaving the efforts of Luo Yun Bai to no avail.

If he is tired, he will naturally stop.

One hour later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes violently and saw a foggy battlefield, a terrible demon pouring in his direction.

But if you feel it carefully, you can see that this momentum is actually at the end of the crossbow.

Hard to hold a breath, running off to take the road.

If not, after God could sense it, Xiao Chen discovered that this great power was coming from King Luo.

He was rushing all the way here, and behind him, there was a bunch of monarchists chasing after him.

Surprisingly, Son Xuantian and Mu Yunzhu and Ancient Jade Cold are among these people. These monk monks, underworld emperors, and righteous warriors have joined forces to chase King Luo.

On the back of the Devil's Blood Vulture, Xiao Chen thought thoughtfully, King Luo took the fire of True God?

Think about it, it is only this possibility that will allow several forces to let go of the argument against King Luo together.

Boom!

A wild wind struck, flattening the fog, and King Luo's figure appeared in Xiao Chen and others' eyes.

It is most striking to see its body covered in bruises, especially the huge wounds that still have white glow on its chest.

Walking all the way out, I was born on a bloody road, and from a distance, it was like a bloody river across a million miles.

“Father.”

Some faint clouds, outburst completely, tears streaming. Xiao Chen dispersed the Tai Chi field, Luo Yun broke out and ran wildly.

“Protect, King Luo! ”

A group of King's guards, already impatient, rushed out to block those emperors.

King Luo Qianyun saw Luo Qianyun, a handsome face squeezed out a smile, and jumped in the air and came to the front of Luo Qianyun.

Psst!

In the instant it landed, the thud could not fall, spit out three bites of blood and coughed continuously.

The scream sounded, the King's guard, in the emperor's power of resistance, instantly died tragically. But the king's escort was also excellent enough. He actually chose to blow himself up before he died, and let those emperors have some difficulty at one time.

whoosh!

The demonic blood vulture turned into a ray of blood and came to Luo Yun and Luo Wang, who had been unable to speak. One hand, tightly dragged by Luo Zhiyun's hand, and the other hand, dead and tight, showed no sign of letting go.

“Clouds……………”

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

Xiao Chen's heart said ill-humoredly, Tangtang San-vein Emperor, where is it so easy to die.

Surrender the fire of the True God. These people really dare to kill him. Luo Xiao Pu is also an elderly phantom strong man.

Kids' homes make it look like a goodbye to life and death, making his nose a little sour.

When Luo Qiyun spoke, King Luo Qiyun had already appeared weak and tried to look up at Xiao Xiao morning.

Needless to say at this moment, Xiao Chen knew from his eyes what he was going to say.

All he had to do was protect Luo Zhiyun and let him inherit the true God.

Xiao Chen was slow to show off, he was not cold, only he was a Tian Lian man after all, all he needed to do at this moment was take away the Tian Lian holy relic.

There is no need to cause other troubles, adventure against so many emperors.

King Luo was unable to speak, but his eyes revealed a strong sadness, which seemed to have begun to dissipate.

If the heart dies, even if the body is intact, what difference does it make to the dead?

His last look, he touched, was Xiao Chen's weakest and softest thing.

Xiao Chen remembered the realm of the idols, and remembered the demonic cloud palace. He faced Liu Ruyue for five full years, and suffered painfully.

Reminds me of myself, heartbroken, like a life or death.

The ancient end-blood battlefield, the fog of the demons, the winds are endless, the clouds persist, the blood moon hangs high. In the whistling wind, there are dead souls, seemingly singing the sad songs of the past, and watching today's story with cold eyes.

The sad song is forever, the battlefield remains the same, the story is still the story of the year, just the hero, wave after wave. Sooner or later, we'll all be heroes, and legends, for future generations to recite our stories.

King Luo, are you in the mood too?

Then Xiao Chen would help you once, under the kasas, Xiao Chen nodded silently.

When King Luo saw Xiao Chen nod his head, he put it down and finally closed his eyes. Left hand loosened, black flame, dead and tight, suddenly untied, slowly rising, floating in the middle of the sky.

The Dark Demon King is always accompanied by fear, but this black flame in front of him, brilliant, pure as a star gem, actually appears somewhat sacred.

More than a dozen emperors in the rear, suddenly crazy, but the king's escort of the people of Naiho is still not exhausted, still self-destructing, I dare not move forward.

Only Luo Huiyun came to life with King Luo Huiyun in his arms, crying and dying. The fool didn't even know what his father and Xiao Chen had made.

If the White Dragon King were here, he would be glad that he had a daughter. Having such a silly son really pisses me off.

“Don't cry, your father is not dead. ”

Xiao Chen jumped down, grabbed the fire of True God, and the other hand referred to Luo Qiyun and King Luo Qiyun on the back of the demonic blood vulture.

Luo Zhiyun heard Xiao Chen's words and was not angry at all. “Senior, is my father okay? ”

Xiao Chen explained, a long story short: “Your father was only too badly injured, his body went into automatic protection and chose to sleep forcibly. When you recover, you will wake up naturally. Don't talk, don't ask too many questions. Take the crown off. ”

Insufficient IQ, hard to communicate.

Luo Zhiyun dared not say much, listening to his father is fine, rest assured, follow Xiao Chen's words and remove the crown.

Xiao Chen picked up the crown, ignoring the dying king's guard, said calmly: “Come on, don't be stupid enough to jump off yourself, you and your father will be fine. ”

Luo Zhiyun woke up: “Senior, what about you? Come with us, I'll take you to the Royal Palace. ”

That's right, but without brains, it's just wrong.

Xiao Chen is helpless. I'm coming with you. Are you still leaving?

Lazy enough to explain, he opened his left hand and looked at the fire of the true god of the Magic King. Then came the fierce hand, forcing the fire inherited therein and the fire of divinity, separated.

Gently, the fire of Vancouver Monarch's inheritance fell into the frown of the cloud.

Without waiting to be shocked, the demonic blood vulture turned into a bloody flame and rushed to the sky.

Wangu Demon Monarch's inheritance, Xiao Chen can't be seen, but the divine nature contained therein, for Xiao Chen is a great complement.

Leaving this fire of divinity behind the inheritance of Luo Yunyun is also a fulfillment of King Luo's promise.

Boom!

Suddenly a strong wind blows, accompanied by a tremendous rush, rolling up the raging sand, nearly blowing Xiao Chen away.

You don't have to look, Xiao Chen knew that the people Wang Gunshui should be dead.

A dozen emperors, careless enough, rushed straight up.

Xiao Chen did not listen, only took off the seven colored stones on the crown, showed the complete shape of the dart head, then replaced it with his own snow god whip.

In that year, Hua Tianyang shook the world with the snow god whip, and struck out the fame of Hershey, directly turning the Alliance into a super power.

Today, this snow god whip is once again in action, even if there is no secret method to prompt, if it can play 10% power, why fear these Xiao Xiao Xiao in front of you.

Many emperors looked at Xiao Chen and did not move slightly.

Everyone heard more or less that there was a mysterious magic trick, mysterious identity, strange whipping, but I didn't expect him to be mixed up with King Shura.

"Whoever you are, give me the fire of the True God and spare you your death. ”

“Prince Eight, your eyes don't look perfect. I can't even recognize them. ”

Xiao Chen smiled lightly, flying off the top of his head, his black coat exploded, revealing a white shirt, full of hair and dancing in the wind.

“It's you!”

“Xiao Chen! Lord Feng Xian, he was Xiao Chen, who killed Xiao Chen, who was Rosa Tian. ”

Seeing Xiao Chen's face, the eight princes' frightened chin was about to fall off, completely stunned.

The son of Xuantian, and three others, Mu Yunzhu and Ancient Jade Cold, were equally astonished, shocked in their hearts and unspeakable.

The Rothschild, similarly recognized Xiao Chen, the Rothschild named Dragon Warrior to kill.

“Kill him! ”

A group of people could no longer help Anna to kill, roared, more than a dozen emperors rushed towards Xiao Chen at the same time.

Xiao Chen snorted coldly in his heart and sighed: “Everyone back off Xiao Someone! ”

Holding the snow whip in his right hand, he gently waved it, suddenly red as a plum blossom, sounding a thunderbolt in the void.

Pā!

The symbols in the flogging rope, a period of activation, at the moment of the thunderbolt, the seven colored darts, reveal a gorgeous glow.

Suddenly overnight in the spring, the pears were flowering all over the earth.

That thunderbolt made the sky full of snowflakes. More than a dozen emperors only felt that their souls were trembling, spitting out a bite of blood, and being thundered out by the sound of this thunderbolt.