Xue Feng is a peerless genius in Yuanchu Mountain. When he first entered Yuanchu Mountain, he became famous all over the world.

In the gap between the world, Meng Chuan also saw Xue Feng's talent and feelings for his younger brother "Yan Jin". This made Meng Chuan very much agree with him.

Such a god and demon died like this?

"Demon King." Meng Chuan's figure suddenly moved and approached the man in yellow robe at a speed of fifteen miles.

"Its strength is above King Anhai, and perhaps it is close to King Zhenwu." Meng Chuan's mind has many thoughts. "A existence at this level can exert extremely strong strength within ten miles. King Anhai can attack from hundreds of miles, but the power of the moves has also been greatly reduced, and the sword light appears from the void, so with my body skills, it is enough to dodge."

"The Zhenwu King's Zhenwu realm is a five-mile area where the peak strength can be exploded within five miles, and within ten miles, the power will be greatly reduced. The distance is too far... the threat will be very low. Obviously, long-distance moves are not as good as An Haiwang."

"To deal with this demon king, there is a penalty area within ten miles."

"I have a bodyguard stone talisman, and I can take a little risk, keep it at a distance of twenty miles from it, and deliberately tempt it."

"If you delay the time, Yuanchushan rescue may arrive."

This is the only way Meng Chuan thought of taking revenge immediately.

"Um?"

After the man in the yellow robe killed Xue Feng with a knife, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he saw Meng Chuan approaching from a distance.

"A little marquis god and demon, who dares to provoke me with his own skills? Well, Meng Chuan is no less valuable than Xue Feng, so I can kill him." The man in the yellow robe stood there, waiting for the opportunity. "After ten miles, I can exert 60% of my strength with one knife, which is enough to kill him."

call.

Meng Chuan deliberately maintained a speed of fifteen miles. After flying for two breaths, he came to the air twenty miles away from the man in the yellow robe and stopped.

"Who are you?" Meng Chuan stood in the air, looked at the man in yellow robe, and shouted coldly.

"Stop in twenty miles?" The man in the yellow robe frowned, and his figure moved and disappeared blurredly.

Meng Chuan's eyebrows opened the "thunder god's eyes" and could see the thunder magnetic field for thirty miles. Thunder magnetic fluctuations swept across all directions, and also swept over the man in the yellow robe, making him appear. The man in the yellow robe was approaching Meng Chuan at a super-high speed.

"Hmm?" Meng Chuan looked nervous and retreated violently using his body movement.

The man in yellow robe frowned: "So fast." Then he slashed him with a knife.

The light of the sword turned into a rolling river water, and death came invaded. With seventeen or eighteen miles apart, Meng Chuan felt very uncomfortable in his body and soul, as if he was about to be "pulled into" the world of death. But he could withstand it.

The body movement flashed and it was unpredictable.

The sword light passed by Meng Chuan several feet away, while Meng Chuan himself looked like he was struggling to resist the aura of death and continued to disguise.

"The ten breaths have arrived."

The man in yellow robe was extremely calm and said, "Leave."

Without hesitation, it swooped down and drilled into the ground. Only a sound echoed between heaven and earth: "Qingping Hou Xue Feng, it's just the beginning."

"Escape?" Meng Chuan was in mid-air, exploring all directions in the thunder and magnetic field, and he did not dare to get into the underground.

"The underground must be within three miles before he can track him."

"And within three miles, with its strength, one sword can kill me." Meng Chuan had seen the knife just now, and the distance between seventeen and eighteen miles made him frightened. Within three miles? That was looking for death, the body-protecting stone talisman... There was only one in the entire Yuanchu Mountain. Yuanchu Mountain did not give it to the king gods and demons, nor to others, but to himself.

You can't be reckless.

Standing in the air for a few breaths, Meng Chuan turned his head and saw a dark current flying in the distance, with a speed of about twenty miles.

"It is the soul clone of Venerable Li Guan." Meng Chuan recognized at a glance, "The soul clone has no physical influence, and the speed of flying is said to be faster."

Like the pure energy "true essence silk thread" that breaks through the air is astonishingly faster, far beyond Meng Chuan's body technique.

The soul clone has no physical body, but its speed is faster than the original. However, its strength is not as good as the original.

"The Demon King is gone?" The dark figure flew to Meng Chuan and stopped. It was Li Guan's soul clone.

"Before five breaths, it ran away." Meng Chuan said.

"I have used a treasure and arrived in just over ten breaths, but it still didn't have time." Li Guan sighed softly, and he knew through the token on the way that Xue Feng was dead.

"The demon king was very cautious. I showed up and seduced it. It just took a move to me and then walked away." Meng Chuan pointed to the distance, "Xue Feng died there in battle."

Both of them flew to that wilderness.

There is only a gully left by the sword light, no trace of corpse, nothing left.

"Xue Feng has a protective treasure, but he couldn't hold on for such a short time." Li Guan sighed softly, "I'm trying to spy on time and space now, so you can't disturb me."

"Yes." Meng Chuan nodded.

Li Guan stood there with a faint eyes, looking through time and space to see what happened here in the past in a short period of time.

Scenes appear one by one.

He saw it.

Seeing Xue Feng, the Yellow-robed Ancestor escaped from the ground and rushed out of the ground. Xue Feng's protective treasure was exhausted. At this time, Meng Chuan appeared a hundred miles away and deliberately attracted him. The Yellow-robed Ancestor still slashed at Xue Feng with a knife...

"Hu." "Hu." Yan Jin and Lu Cheng also came and landed here.

The two of them watched the battle from afar in the city and saw the scene of Xue Feng being killed by a man in yellow robe.

"Junior Brother Xue doesn't want to affect us, nor does he want to affect the mortals in the city. So he fled to the outside of the city with all his might." Lu Cheng said softly, but Yan Jin looked at the ravines left by the sword light and stared blankly.

"The murderer is the demon saint Huang Yao." Li Guan said.

"Demon Saint Huang Yao?" Meng Chuan, Yan Jin, and Lu Chengdu wrote down this name.

Lu Cheng asked: "The intelligence file sent by Yuanchu Mountain, about the demon saint, isn't Huang Yao's ancestor Huang Yao has two horns and is covered with black scale armor?"

"In the human world, we hide the appearance of the demon, pretending to be a human. But the appearance is changeable, and the tricks cannot be changed." Venerable Li Guan said, "It uses the Styx sword technique. Only the "Ancestor Huang Yao" in the demon world can use it to such a realm."

Li Guan stood there, looking at the ravines.

It's clean, without any wreckage.

"I can only make a tomb of clothes." Li Guan shook his head gently, "In the past three years, the demon kings have attacked the city again and again, and the Qingping Hou Xue Feng is the sixth devil who was found dead in battle."

"I will temporarily guard Safeng City, and Yuanchu Mountain will soon have new arrangements for Safeng City." Li Guan looked at Lu Cheng and Yan Jin, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards Safeng City.

Lu Cheng gently patted Yan Jin on the shoulder and whispered: "Junior Brother Yan, I am sorry. Since we are guarding a city, we are all ready to die in battle. Junior Brother Xue is a hero."

After saying that, he flew to Sofeng City.

They are not children anymore, so there is no need to say too much. Since the war, everyone has seen too many tragic tragedies.

Meng Chuan and Yan Jin both stood in front of the sword gully and watched, remembering Xue Feng.

"Yan Jin." Meng Chuan looked at the ravines in front of him and said, "Your brother is dead, and I should tell you some things."

Yan Jin looked at Meng Chuan.

"The ice lotus was obtained by your brother. He wanted to give it to you, but he was afraid that you would refuse. So he asked me to pass it over and let me keep it secret." Meng Chuan said, "When others die, I think you should know everything he did to you."

"Um."

Yan Jin's eyes turned slightly red and he whispered, "He is my brother, he will always be my brother. It is my luck in life to be his younger brother."

"He is a hero." Meng Chuan said, "There is a group of heroes like your brother in this world that can resist the demon clan and protect all living beings."

Yan Jin looked at the gully and whispered: "I will continue to do what he hasn't done."

Meng Chuan nodded: "I'll leave first."

He turned into lightning and left.

He also wants to continue to investigate and kill the demon kings underground.
Chapter completed!