President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

In the sky, as the battle ended, the tense emotions of the four ancestors gradually relaxed.

At this moment, the effect of the Explosive Spirit Pill has expired, and the four ancestors are all weak, and are about to return to the clan to retreat and heal their injuries.

Otherwise, there is a risk of falling into the realm.

But he didn't want to, at this moment, a blood-colored figure suddenly appeared from the void behind Shangguan Patriarch.

Before Shangguan Patriarch could react, a samurai sword had already been drawn across his neck.

puff-

Blood spattered, and a head with round eyes was thrown high.

Perhaps, Shangguan Patriarch would never have imagined in his dreams that he would die without even knowing the identity of the person who shot him!

This scene happened so suddenly, by the time the other three patriarchs reacted, the Shangguan patriarch was already dead, and the bloody figure had disappeared.

Seeing the body with its head separated from the family falling from the sky, the faces of the three ancestors of Sima became very ugly.

At the same time, there was a trace of vigilance in my heart.

They stood in the air, not daring to move, concentrating on finding the killer in the dark.

Suddenly, that bloody figure appeared!

This time, he appeared behind the Fifth Patriarch. As soon as he appeared, Patriarch Sima and Patriarch Baili discovered him.

"careful!"

The two sounded a reminder.

The Fifth Patriarch also sensed something was wrong and felt a deadly threat coming from behind him.

Without any hesitation, he was about to escape.

At the same time, Patriarch Sima and Patriarch Baili also rushed over, trying to rescue him.

However, the three of them are in a period of weakness, and their speed has slowed down a lot.

The samurai sword fell again, piercing the Fifth Patriarch's chest directly from behind.

puff-

The Fifth Patriarch's body trembled and his movements became stiff.

"fifth!"

Patriarch Baili exclaimed.

The Fifth Patriarch gritted his teeth, held the blade that pierced his chest with both hands, turned his head with the last bit of strength, and looked at the blood-clothed figure.

"Do you want the life of the ancestor? Then the ancestor will die with you!"

The next moment, his body exploded into pieces. Knowing that his escape would be fruitless, he directly chose to blew himself up.

The power of a martial god's self-explosion is enough to be described as horror. The Sima Patriarch and Baili Patriarch who were still a hundred meters away were also startled, and were repelled by the power of the fifth patriarch's self-detonation. rice.

As for the very center of the storm, the space collapsed, forming a black hole, and the aura of destruction exuded from it.

In a private restaurant.

The vague figure raised his hand, and a regular force emerged, and the collapsed space outside the city returned to its original appearance in an instant, and the black hole disappeared.

Swah——

The figure in blood appeared again.

Compared to before, he looked much more embarrassed.

His robes were ruined and tattered, his body was covered with shattered wounds, and his right arm even disappeared.

Just now, when the Fifth Patriarch blew himself up, although he escaped, he was still a step too late and suffered serious injuries.

Seeing the blood-clothed man appear, Patriarch Sima and Patriarch Baili began to look at each other.

"The old man in blood? It's you!"

Ancestor Sima recognized the other party's identity, and his face became very ugly.

"Hehe, I never thought that Patriarch Sima would recognize me."

A hoarse voice came from under the bloody clothes.

Ancestor Sima looked gloomy, "I didn't expect that you are still alive and promoted to Martial God!"

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Patriarch Sima. If you hadn't injured me back then and forced me to find a place to retreat and recuperate, I would have died in the battle on the Holy Mountain 27 years ago!"

The blood-clothed old man laughed hoarsely.

Ancestor Sima said coldly: "Since you were lucky enough to save your life, you should continue to hide!"

"It's too boring to stay here all the time. I always have to come out for a walk. Otherwise, how could I see such a grand battle just now?"

The old man in blood laughed loudly.

"You have been here long ago? You have been hiding in the dark watching the battle? Wait until we are all seriously injured, and then come forward to attack, you are despicable!"

Patriarch Baili said angrily.

The blood-clothed old man chuckled, "Despicable? That's better than the four of you beating a little doll, right?"

Hearing this, the faces of the two ancestors became very ugly.

The old man in blood said with emotion: "I have to say that Jiuzhou is really a good place with outstanding people. More than 20 years ago there was a Shen Wanhe, and more than 20 years later there was a Shen Nian."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and sarcastically said: "It's a pity, you can't grasp this luck! If you are united as one, no country will dare to touch Kyushu, but you Kyushu people like internal fighting, forever We can't unite either!"

Hearing these words, the faces of the two ancestors became even uglier.

They wanted to refute, but they couldn't refute at all, because what the other party said was the truth.

"Old man in blood, you have crossed the boundary! This is the territory of Daxia, not a place where you can mess around!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a skinny old man rose slowly from the palace.

His body exuded a dead breath, he was the ancestor of the royal family.

"Old guy, this old man is messing around, so what can you do?"

The old man in blood looked at him without any fear.

The patriarch of the imperial family said coldly: "If you dare to cause trouble in Daxia, you are courting death!"

"Haha, is it up to you? Two guys who just took the Explosive Spirit Pill and burned their blood, and their bodies are terribly weak? Or you, an old man with half a foot in the coffin?"

The blood-clothed old man laughed wildly.

"Killing you, this emperor alone is enough!"

The royal patriarch looked at the blood-clothed old man with cold eyes, and said coldly.

"Looking at you, there are only three years left at most? How long can you live if you attack this old man?"

The blood-clothed old man looked at him with a half-smile.

Hearing this, the patriarch of the royal family sank and fell into silence.

"Old man, aren't you going to kill this old man? This old man is standing here, come on!"

Seeing this, the blood-clothed old man laughed even more presumptuously.

Patriarch Baili couldn't stand it anymore, and said coldly: "Long Baichuan, the three of us join forces and keep him!"

Long Baichuan is exactly the name of the ancestor of the royal family.

Hearing Patriarch Baili's words, the patriarch of the royal family's eyes moved, and his fists gradually clenched.

However, he finally let go and looked at the blood-clothed old man in silence.

"Why? Don't you dare? Or don't want to give up your own life?"

The old man in blood sneered.

The patriarch of the royal family said coldly: "If you leave Daxia territory now, the emperor can spare you!"

"Long Baichuan, are you crazy? He is already injured, and the three of us can keep him together! What are you afraid of?"

The old man Baili roared angrily.

The patriarch of the royal family glanced at him, but did not speak.

The blood-clothed old man glanced at the people on the city wall, and laughed loudly: "Did you see it? This is your patron saint, an old guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

On the city wall, Zhou Zhouhai and the others showed expressions of shame.

"Hehe, Long Baichuan, it's the right choice for you not to make a move."

"The successive battles that took place before have exhausted almost all of Kyushu's peak combat power. If I were to replace the three of you, Kyushu would really have no one left!"

"Of course, even the current Kyushu can't stop the Fusang army!"

"After I go back, let Emperor Fusang regroup the army and take Kyushu into his pocket! Haha!"

The voice of the blood-clothed old man sounded again.

"Damn..."

Patriarch Baili gritted his teeth and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Patriarch Sima.

The latter shook his head slightly, "Don't waste your energy, if Long Baichuan doesn't make a move, it is impossible to keep him in our current state."

"I can burn my blood! Even if this old life is lost, I must keep him!"

Patriarch Baili said angrily.

Patriarch Sima persuaded: "If you can burn, the other party can also burn, and with our remaining lifespan, it won't last long."

"Are you going to let him go like this?"

Patriarch Baili was a little unwilling.

Patriarch Sima was silent and did not speak.

"Okay, if you don't make a move, I'll leave!"

"Now in Kyushu, the old man can come and leave whenever he wants, who can keep the old man?"

The eyes of the blood-clothed old man swept across the three of them, and he laughed loudly.

Then, prepare to leave.

In the sky and on the ground, countless pairs of eyes stared at him, all showing aggrieved expressions.

On the city wall, Zhou Zhouhai even closed his eyes, with two tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.

In the great Kyushu, even the invading enemy is unable to stay?

How sad?How lamentable?

……

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, please stay!"

At this moment, a Buddha's chant sounded.

In the air, the blood-clothed old man who was about to leave was horrified to find that his feet could not move.

what happened?

Great fear and deep confusion arose in his heart.

The same is true for others.

Especially the ancestors of Sima, Baili and the royal family, because they also found that their bodies could not move.

It was as if the entire sky was blocked.

The next moment, in another direction outside the city of Kyoto, the sky of Lingyun Temple was full of Buddha light.

If someone was in the monastery at this time, they would find that these Buddha lights emanated from an old monk sitting cross-legged in the main hall.

This old monk is the abbot of Lingyun Temple, Abbot Wuwei.

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