Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

Time and space are torn apart and shattered.

In just a short moment, an irresistible force of heaven and earth exploded on the five-color array.

"Is it finally here?"

The saints barely turned their ugly faces, and a smile appeared.

Although the restricted area is like a sword of Damocles, hanging over the heads of all living beings.

But as long as there is life, there is hope.

And the young blood that is about to appear in the array is their hope for the future.

Juelongling is full of dangers, and even the sages are hard to please in it.

Even though the holy lands of various dynasties came to explore the secrets with their imperial soldiers, it was difficult to guarantee their safety.

If it's just a simple exploration of secrets and treasure hunting, then bringing these young juniors will definitely become a drag.

But the reason why the dynasties of the Holy Land still let Han Feng and others accompany them was to train these young people.

After all, the seedlings growing under the towering ancient trees, without the baptism of wind and rain, will not be able to grow into a great weapon after all.

"If the prince can gain experience during this trip, it would be the best to show up. In such a world of great controversy, I must reappear the glory of my ancestors!"

"My grandson is extremely talented, and he will surely stand out and find the strongest relic of the Blood Dragon Emperor. He will become the current emperor and suppress all directions!"

"Haha, fellow daoists, the son of Tianjiao from the Qiyao Dynasty is here. If there is a chance in the future, I hope fellow daoists can support us a lot!"

All the saints were delighted and had high hopes for their descendants.

While praising, while showing off to other saints.

The heart of comparison is human nature, these old bones think that there is no hope for a higher level in this life, and they are not equal to each other.

Then the comparison can only be made on young people.

And at the same time.

In the teleportation array, the first figures gradually appeared.

"He is my contemporary holy son of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, born with a thunderous body, able to speak in three months, entered the Tao at the age of five, and cultivated to the peak of power in 15 years. He is the future pillar of our Nine Heavens Holy Land!" An old saint looked kindly, Looking forward to the light.

He is very optimistic about this junior in his family, thinking that he has the potential to reach the top.

After a while.

A slender figure appeared leading a group of monks and subordinates.

It is the Holy Son of Nine Heavens.

After the Holy Son of Nine Heavens landed, he was confused for a moment, and felt the gazes of many abyss-like gazes, and was immediately taken aback.

But soon, he found the aura of his ancestors among the saints in the sky.

"Disciple Ting Xiao, pay homage to Elder Zhu Lei!" the Holy Son of Nine Heavens respectfully said.

The saint of Nine Heavens Holy Land slightly lowered his head in the clouds, and nodded in praise: "No need to be too polite, my nephew is here with me!"

The Son of Nine Heavens comprehended, turned into a feihong, and landed on the large flying boat seated by the Saint Zhu Lei.

"Haha, this little nephew of mine is as good as the eyes of fellow Taoists!" Saint Zhu Lei laughed twice, and pushed the Holy Son of Jiuxiao into the eyes of everyone as if showing off.

"The spirit is full of charm, the aura is lingering, the torso is like thunder, and even my eyes hurt when I look directly at it. It is worthy of being a young talent with the same physique as the legendary Emperor Jiuxiao. He will definitely become a great weapon in the future."

"It's really a dragon and a phoenix among people, it's a blessing to Zhu Lei Dao friends!"

"..."

The compliments of the saints.

In such an occasion, there is no essential conflict of interest, and everyone will give each other a face.

It can be regarded as one of the unspoken rules among the dynasties of the Holy Land.

Being praised by everyone, the Sage Zhu Lei smiled even more satisfied.

And the other side.

The light on the teleportation array did not stop.

Son of the Two Realms Mountain.

The prince of Qiyao Dynasty.

Holy Son of Reincarnation.

...

One after another, young Tianjiao of the Holy Child level jumped out of the five-color teleportation formation, and the scene was like dumpling.

And the flattery among the saints never stops like raindrops.

After a while.

The light of the teleportation array gradually dimmed as more and more young monks arrived.

This kind of formation that can move people tens of thousands of miles in an instant does not come out of thin air, it needs to consume energy.

But correspondingly, the transmission of the holy son and prince who should be there has almost been completed.

"Feng'er, don't come to pay respects to the seniors!"

When Han Feng appeared, the old sage of the Great Desolation Dynasty immediately regained his spirits.

Without any explanation, he photographed his grandson in front of the saints, hoping that he would also improve himself.

But this time.

Han Feng's expression was not natural.

"Old Ancestor~" Han Feng stood in the sky, looked around by all the saints, and called out weakly.

All the saints thought that Han Feng was a little stage frightened in the face of such a big scene.

He couldn't help but smiled kindly: "Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Desolate Sun, I didn't expect you, a junior, to be shy. You need to train more in the future."

Saint Huangyang twitched his brows twice, also a little embarrassed.

My grandson really doesn't give him face.

While secretly scolding Han Feng for not being up to date, the sage Huangyang also noticed that something was wrong with Han Feng's expression.

"Feng'er, but what happened?"

The sage of Huangyang asked secretly through voice transmission.

Immediately, like carrying a chicken, he grabbed Han Feng back to his hand.

Han Feng nodded, his eyes flickered with panic.

Although Su Xunge didn't show any abnormalities, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Suspecting that his plan was discovered by the Great Xia Dynasty, he immediately wanted to remind the sage Huangyang.

"You think that kid may know that there is a trap in ambush?" The expression of the desolate sage gradually turned cold with Han Feng's words.

Han Feng nodded heavily.

The sage of Huangyang was not calm immediately.

You must know that secretly murdering his son of Chaotianjiao is a complete offense.

It may even cause a war between the two countries if it is not good.

If it is placed in normal times, or facing other weaker dynasties and holy lands, such unsurfaced and hidden conspiracies are still easy to say.

You can just refuse to admit it, or you can make an apology and compensate some resources.

But at this time, the forces they are facing are the Great Xia Dynasty that owns the current empress Luo Qingxian.

The strength of the two parties is not at the same level at all.

If the conspiracy is revealed, it will definitely be liquidated by Luo Qingxian.

Chapter 292

"If this is the case, then we have to cancel the trip as soon as possible, and go to the Great Xia Dynasty to apologize!" the sage Huangyang said to himself angrily, not knowing which step of his plan went wrong.

The plan for Su Xunge was jointly formulated by him and the other six Holy Land-level forces. It can guarantee that while killing Su Xunge, no clues will be revealed, and it will be as natural as an accident, which is simply impossible to pick. Come out and reason.

At this time, when Han Feng told him that the plan had been leaked, the first reaction of the desolate sage was that there were traitors in several camps.

Han Feng looked at the desolate sage who was like an ant on a hot pot, and couldn't help swallowing.

He didn't expect his ancestor to have such a big reaction.

"But judging by the boy's performance, it seems that he didn't know about it. Instead of refusing his grandson's invitation to go with him, he readily agreed!" Han Feng added.

The sage of Huangyang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood immediately.

"You grandson, can't you finish the sentence in one go!" Huang Yang sage said admonishingly: "It seems to be exposed, but he can go to the appointment calmly. Is it possible that the kid still has something to rely on?"

"Or it's simply that your kid's psychological quality is too poor, and you are suspicious?" The eyes of the desolate sage were full of suspicion.

After all, no one can guarantee that he can get out of the killing situation set by several immortal dynasties.

Not to mention staying behind closed doors, even a categorical refusal can prove that Su Xunge's son is aware of danger.

But according to what Han Feng said, that kid didn't appear to be afraid at all, which is very thought-provoking.

"Then Patriarch, what should we do now!" Seeing the appearance of Saint Huangyang, Han Feng naturally became flustered.

But in the eyes of the Huangyang sage, Han Feng's unpromising appearance was linked to Han Feng's previous scene of stage fright.

"Could it be that my grandson is really ineffective, so he retreated before the battle?" Saint Huangyang thought in his heart.

Even the kind look towards Han Feng became much colder.

"I don't know!" Saint Huangyang replied angrily.

But at the same time, his eyes turned to the teleportation array.

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things. Han Feng's inconsistencies and hype made him feel uneasy.

Therefore, he wanted to see Su Xunge's reaction for himself before making a decision.

"Ordinary people face this kind of scene, no matter how confident they are, it is inevitable that there will be traces of expressions and movements exposed. I have watched people for thousands of years, and I can see what people think at a glance. Let me see what the boy is doing. Is it really ignorance, or is it confident enough to face the saint holding the emperor's weapon without fear!"

The sage of Huangyang secretly read a sentence in his heart.

And around.

The saint monks of other holy land dynasties also noticed the flickering teleportation array.

"Besides the Taiyin Holy Land, the descendants of the other fourteen holy lands and dynasties have arrived one after another, so it should be the boy from Daxia next!"

"It is rumored that this son is unruly, wild and domineering, I don't know if it is as rumored!"

"I really want to see how the Taiyin Holy Land will react. It snatched the handed down holy soldiers, kidnapped the candidate saint, and seriously injured the contemporary holy son. It can be said that the Taiyin Holy Land has lost all the face it can lose. There will be a good show!"

Discussions like mosquitoes and flies came and went.

And amidst the long-awaited eyes, on the five-color teleportation array, a spacious, luxurious, and aloof holy soldier's chariot suddenly appeared.

"The Chariot of the Lost Moon! Not only did you take the treasures from the Holy Land of Taiyin, but you dare to display them in front of the Holy Master on their own territory. It is indeed the name of arrogance!"

"It is worthy of being one of the top-ranked contemporary talents on the Tianbei. It is this courage that surpasses many arrogance!"

"Taiyin Holy Land, if you don't get back on the stage this time, I'm afraid your faces will be completely dusted by this kid!"

All the saints talked about it.

And behind the Holy Lord of Taiyin, a cold snort resounded.

Half of it expresses dissatisfaction with the saints talking about the Taiyin Holy Land at will, and the other side is also annoyed at the figure that is about to appear.

"Empty."

"Calm down!"

The Lord of Taiyin looked as usual, with a deep breath, and was not affected by the noise in his ears.

He even reminded Yue Qingkong behind her, telling him not to act rashly.

But despite his calm appearance, there was still a lingering coldness in the eyes of this female saint.