Martial Peak

As for whether Chen Lao will hide his secrets, I do n’t have to worry about it. Since I made an oath with the heart of martial arts, if I want to deceive, I must pay a price. In case my heart of martial arts has a flaw, I am afraid that I will have to deal with the emperor in this life. Missed.

It can be said that as long as this first-hand information can be obtained, then the three of them must be able to seize the first chance in the next avenue battle, and have a better chance to ask the emperor.

At this point, no matter whether it was the middle-aged woman or another man, he could not help staring at the stone demon, as if it was not a demon that everyone hated, but a plate of delicious and precious delicacy.

Just then, Chen Lao, who was exploring the secrets of Shimo's knowledge in the sea, suddenly changed his face, and his breath burst out suddenly. The middle-aged woman and the man who were concentrating on suppressing Shimo suddenly caught off guard. Body shape.

"Why!" The man was furious, thinking that Chen Lao did not want to share with them the information he had discovered, and it was difficult to start the attack.

If this is the case, it can only show that Chen Lao is short-sighted.

Under a glance, I found that the situation was not what I thought it was, Chen's state ...

"Old Chen seems ... something is not right." The middle-aged woman also discovered the situation and stared at the front of her mouth.

At this moment, under Chen's eyes, two red blood flowed from his eyes. Not only that, his face also flushed, and his violent thoughts swept up like a tide, as if he had gone wild.

"Blood ... blood!" Chen Lao gritted his teeth and staggered back. He was irresistibly motivated, and then fell to the sky. The blood sputtered in his mouth and his breath quickly weakened.

"What?" The middle-aged woman was ecstatic, and instinctively checked the surroundings. What did the word bloody mean? The false emperor of the astral world is naturally clear, but that is the demon sage of the demon domain, which is equivalent to the emperor.

It's just ... Can Demon Saint enter the Xuantian Temple?

"Soul Soul Prohibition!" On the contrary, the man was quick-thinking and suddenly thought of the key point, exclaimed: "There is God Soul Prohibition in the sea of ​​knowledge of the stone demon, and we have calculated."

The middle-aged woman heard the words suddenly, only to realize that it wasn't Xue Li who entered the Xuan Tian Temple, but what restraint he left behind in the sea of ​​stone demon consciousness, which caused Chen Lao to corrupt the poisoned hand at this moment.

"Save ... save me!" Chen Lao Qiqiao kept spilling blood, and made a voice for help in his mouth. Even the two false emperors next to him could clearly perceive what power his Shennian was fighting.

And that force, needless to say, must come from Demon Holy Blood!

The middle-aged women and men looked at each other, and they both saw the meaning of struggle in each other's eyes. The demon sages were so prestigious that they could fight against them. There was really no such guts and confidence. Don't save Chen Lao when the time comes Instead, it's not cost-effective to trap yourself.

But I watched Chen Lao look indifferent and unbearable, and ... bloody should just plant a god and soul to be restrained in the sea of ​​stone demon's consciousness, and the power that can be exerted should also be limited.

After a little hesitation, the two shook their bodies together, came to Chen Lao's side, and each pointed a finger at Chen Lao's forehead.

There was a lot of imagination, and the two could not care much at the moment. The soul of the soul rushed into Chen Lao's sea of ​​knowledge. Then, the faces of middle-aged women and men changed.

After half an hour, the middle-aged woman and the man suddenly opened their eyes and gasped, and a paleness appeared on their faces.

The two looked at each other and both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

"Great idea!" The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, but who knew that Xue Li would leave a distraction in a half-saint mind?Even if he is a demon sage, this approach is not without burden for him.

And just a distraction, so that the three pseudo-empires are in a bitter battle. The power that the other party can exert is not necessarily stronger than any of them, but the use of power is not enough for three people to beat the horse. Chen Lao's knowledge of the sea, whether it is a middle-aged woman or that man, is somewhat straitjacketed. On the contrary, the bloody distraction can be unscrupulous and let go.

Although this hard fight killed the bloody distraction, the price paid was not small.

The man glanced at Chen Lao, and there was a sad look on his face: "Chen Lao He ..."

The middle-aged woman also looked sad: "Although there is no worry about life, but ..." At this point, he sighed heavily.

"Find a place to settle down first." The man proposed.

"It can only be so."

A moment later, in a cave, the middle-aged woman started to enter, and after confirming that there was no danger in it, only then did the thoughts surge and send a message out. In a clean place, look back and arrange it outside the cave.

This time, Mr. Chen was in a coma for three days. He did n’t wake up until three days later.

As a false emperor, although he was in a coma, he knew how he was.When I opened my eyes, the two companions next to me immediately looked at me. The middle-aged woman said with concern: "Old Chen, how do you feel?"

Chen Laoqing coughed and stood up with a strong bravery. He smiled bitterly: "This time, it's really not a steal to eat chicken."

Another man said: "Who can think of Xue Li and such an arrangement ... Chen Lao you ..."

Old Lao Chen raised his hand and stopped: "The old man knows that this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in this battle on the road." His expression is quite free and easy, but whether it is the middle-aged woman or the man, you can see Out of the deep loneliness in Chen Lao's eyes and the unwillingness to flash away.

Who can be reconciled, the battle of the roads, an event that can only be encountered once in tens of thousands of years, how many false emperors and strong men run out of opportunities that they can't wait for a lifetime.Finally, there was a chance to come in and a chance to win the pinnacle of that martial art, but how long did it take to fall into this end.

Prior to the battle of the gods and souls, although he had the help of two companions to save his life, the gods and souls were seriously injured. This kind of injury has cut off his path of martial arts. The situation is sooner or later.

It can be said that this avenue battle has nothing to do with him.And thanks to Chen Lao's own good temperament, someone who has a slightly worse mindset encounters this kind of thing and is afraid of going crazy immediately.

"It's also a fate, but I can find such an information, and the sacrifice of the old man is not in vain." Chen Lao laughed at himself, and immediately looked at the two companions with a solemn face: "This information must be transmitted anyway, inform Other colleagues, let them be vigilant, Mo Yao will go to the footsteps of the old man again. "

"Relax, if we meet others, we will tell them." The middle-aged woman nodded her head.

The man sighed: "Unfortunately, if the ethereal beads can be used ..." After they came in, they immediately discovered the drawbacks that the ethereal beads could not be used, so that even such important information cannot be passed today.

"The two have been with the old man for a few days. Don't delay here anymore. Please go out as soon as possible. If you miss the chance, the old man will die and you can only bother to take the old man."

The middle-aged woman said: "If Chen Lao can trust, the concubine will fight to protect Chen Lao's safety."

Mr. Chen smiled: "There is nothing to believe."

The middle-aged woman nodded her head, took out a circle of beads, and went to Chen Lao with her hand: "Offended."

Chen Lao relaxed his mind and was instantly caught in a circle of beads.

In the burrow, the middle-aged woman and her only companion looked at each other and said, "Go out, it's better to hurry to find other people to join."

The man has no objections.

In a world of beads, Chen Lao looked sad, and two lines of tears slipped down his cheeks ...

The opening of the Xuantian Temple took less than ten days, and wars broke out everywhere. However, when the pseudo emperors and the half-sages met, they would basically fight each other.

The Pseudo-Emperors of the Star Realm are still more restrained. After all, the number of half-sages is relatively large, and they do n’t know anything about the situation in the Xuantian Temple. They are in a backward state in intelligence. Wish to have more trouble.However, if they have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, such as Chen Lao and his group, they do n’t mind cutting off one or two and a half sages.

Compared with the Pseudo-Emperors, the Half Saints are much more radical, but as long as they have a few advantages, they will look like they will be killed.

In just ten days, there were as many as five or six false emperors and half-sages who fell in the Xuantian Temple.

This number is extremely terrifying. It must be known that after so many years of struggle between the two realms, hundreds of millions of warriors of the two communities have participated in it, and there are only a dozen or twenty strong pseudo-Emperor-level saints.

The brutal and bloody battle between the great roads can be seen.

With the passage of time, false emperors and half-sages constantly find their companions in their camps and travel together. No matter how big the Xuantian Temple is, there are also their own limits. .

However, whether it is a pseudo-emperor or a half-holy, as long as he dies in this Xuantian Temple, it will instantly become a corpse, as if by some power.

With the demise of the strong, the deepest depth of the Xuantian Temple, the chaotic haze in the giant tripod, became more solid, and the darkness surrounding the surroundings also faded a lot.

"Hoo ..." Yang Kai exhaled gently in Xiaoxuanjie, the green light of his body gradually disappeared, and the injuries left by the battle with the demon half holy were finally recovered. Not only that, he was digesting that After the experience and gains and losses of World War I, Yang Kai gradually realized his own shortcomings.

After all, he was fighting alone, killing the first half-sage of the heyday. All the details are constantly replayed in my mind these days. Yang Kai is confident that if he is given another chance, he will definitely use the smallest The half holy saint won the price, and he would not be so injured.However, if you want to kill each other, you still have to pay some price.

Power, or power!Now he is nothing but the cultivation of the top devil, if he can be promoted to the half saint ...

Yang Kai clenched his fists, and there were countless opportunities in the Xuantian Temple, and he didn't know if he could be promoted here.