dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The ancestral land of the Hu family, Qingqiu Valley.

The canyon, which was originally a fairyland, is now invisible to any living beings.

Only neatly trimmed exotic flowers and plants prove that this place was once a blessed land of immortals.

In front of Qingqiu Valley and on the cold rock, Hu Fei'er knelt down, her eyes were full of tears, and her face was full of stubbornness.

Hu Qingshan silently looked at his beloved granddaughter for a while, then heaved a long sigh and threw out the Qingqiu lock to firmly restrain her in place.

"Son, no one is allowed to go out of the valley or make an enemy of the blue sarcophagus. This is the oral order of the ancestors, and grandpa cannot disobey it."

"Furthermore, Jiu Nan's thoughts are not on you at all. What he likes is that woman named Xu Fangcao...Why bother?"

Hu Fei'er didn't speak, but kowtowed non-stop.

The splashed blood dripped onto the cold stone and instantly turned into ice, and then exploded into red ice flakes with a crisp sound.

Sad and desolate.....

Hu Qingshan couldn't bear to look any longer, turned around silently and walked into the valley.

"Fei'er, we and Guanghua Mansion all have karma because of our marriage."

"Now that the in-laws fail, my Hu family doesn't think I owe Guanghua Mansion anything! Don't hate grandpa... let alone our ancestors!"

"All his decisions are for our ancient family!"

After Hu Qingshan left, Hu Feier's eyes were full of determination.

After knocking his head three times again, he began to desperately break free from the shackles of Qingqiu lock.

Even if the lock cuts through the flesh and penetrates deep into the bone marrow, it never stops...

"Even if he doesn't have me in his heart, I can't make Brother Jiu Nan sad!"

"Just take it...just take it as repayment for curing my leg disease!"

At the same time, Wanlong Mountain, the ancestral home of the Chang family.

The Northern Blood Dragon, who was teaching the Fa to his brother, suddenly fell silent, stood up and looked towards the north with a serious face.

"Mr. Chen...the blue sarcophagus!!"

"Brothers, the final battle that my Chang family prepares day and night is here!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, no one spoke.

The second master of the Chang family, Chang Huai, who was as stable as Mount Tai, got up suddenly, took out seven blood-red pills and handed them to each brother, including himself and Chang Huaiyuan.

It is the same "Epiphyllum" that was secretly refined a long time ago and is the same as Master Hui Liu!

(For details, see Chapter 686 of this book: Under the Moon)

"You know how to use it?!"

"Don't worry, second brother, I'll find out later!"

The five brothers answered quickly and without a word of nonsense.

Chang Huaiyuan took out a golden glove, and slowly put it on his slender, bony right hand.

This is the "weapon" he specially prepared for the final battle.

"Is there anything else you want to tell your family?"

Chang Wuye had a bold personality and laughed.

"Except for the eighth brother, the whole family is here!"

"It's just going to die together, how can I explain it!"

Chang Huaiyuan laughed, and tears glistened from his smile.

Dressed in white clothes, he rose against the wind and flew straight ahead.

Behind him, the giant flood dragon is in the sky, and the "ten thousand dragons" are singing together!

"There are blood dragons in the northern kingdom, they are angry and often kill people."

"If Chang doesn't kill him to be frank and frank, how can he deserve this false name!"

"Brother Chen Fuxian hold on, Chang will come to accompany you right now!"

Military strategists are good at running thousands of miles, and Wanlong Mountain is the closest to the incident, so Chang Huaiyuan arrived first.

I saw Chen Fu and others who were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and Zhang Shizu who was holding the corner of Qingshi with his life.

At this time, the ancestor who drove the corpse was really miserable: his right arm was crippled, and there were several large holes in his body.

While using the Corpse Transformation Art to the extreme, he yelled at Zhao Fei and the others.

"Run quickly! Don't let my ancestor die without value!"

While distracted by the shouting, the corner of the blue stone smashed towards Zhang Shizu's head again with a sharp piercing sound.

At the critical moment, the "magic soldier" of the Chang family uncle descended from the sky, with his golden right hand stretched out, brazenly facing the corner of the bluestone.

With a muffled bang, Chang Huaiyuan's body swayed slightly, but he firmly grasped the Qingshi who had just killed everyone.

However, his face was still elegant, and he didn't have the slightest joy of defeating a powerful enemy.

"The blue stone coffin was buried in the middle of the mountain, and it really deserves its reputation!"

"Chang's arm is sore and numb with the power of just one corner, it's amazing, amazing!"

Seeing a strong enemy being "handled" by Chang Huaiyuan, Zhao Fei couldn't help crying anymore.

"Brother Chang, that thing killed Uncle Chen, and my uncle is going to die too!"

"Crush him to avenge everyone!"

Not only did Chang Huaiyuan not answer when he heard the words, but his face became more solemn.

He didn't turn around, just stared straight ahead.

He first ordered in a deep voice: "Second brother, bring your brothers to save people first!"

"Move everyone to a safe place!"

Then he said to the front of a nothingness.

"After all, you buried half of the world. It's really disrespectful to hide your head and show your tail like this."

As soon as the words fell, the bluestone in Chang Huaiyuan's hand suddenly shook violently.

It was so powerful that even the Northern Blood Dragon couldn't hold it, it broke free with a whoosh and melted into the void.

Then the earth shook, and a green sarcophagus that was wet and moldy, with red blood flowing out like a river bursting its embankment, slowly rose up.

Endless wailing sounds came from the sarcophagus, like thousands of creatures crying together...

Under the erosion of resentment, Zhao Fei, who had the lowest level of morality, instantly had red eyes.

If it weren't for the fifth master of the Chang family who was dragging him, he might have lost his mind and attacked everyone indiscriminately.