Chapter 5344

The rosefinch hall revolved, and these inheritors soon went to another palace.

Their journey has just begun.

The original stars are just the starting point. Their road is still long, but they are close to the place where the dream began.

Ten thousand years have passed in the twinkling of an eye.

Four secret places.

Land boundary.

Wild places.

Daxia ancient country!

In a wild mountain range, a blood sacrifice is being held.

The scarlet flame rose, making everything in the valley very strange.

On the altar, several masked friars in red were maintaining order.

Because in addition to them, there are tens of thousands of Taoist kings and countless secular practitioners gathered here.

And they are the objects of blood sacrifice.

"Little Lord, everything is ready!" The messenger in red said respectfully.

A masked man in black armor, who was hidden in the mountain and had no breath, slowly walked out of the void. Just a look made these red robed deacons tremble.

Although they only started to follow the little patriarch in the last millennium, they were extremely afraid of the little patriarch.

Because this young patriarch has sacrificed blood to countless Taoist kings in a thousand years. He has never let go of ordinary customs, and his combat power is unfathomable.

Once killed a second-order emperor in an instant, so that the other party had no chance to fight back.

"Let's go!" The voice of the black armor masked little Lord was deep but very cold.

The monk imprisoned below looked angrily at the red robed deacon above, especially when he saw the black armor little patriarch, he hated into the bone marrow.

"Why do you imprison me? I'm the ninth Prince of Daxia. You're looking for death!"

A burly and resolute young man roared. His strength is also the strongest of these people. He has reached the level of a half step emperor.

But here, any red robed deacon is comparable to the existence of the emperor, and they can't resist at all.

The little patriarch standing at the top heard this sentence, his eyes moved, and he seemed to think of something fun. His arms raised slightly and his fingers moved.

The red robed deacon behind him knew for a moment, clapped it with one palm, turned into black fog and immediately wrapped the young man who claimed to be the ninth Prince of Daxia.

The black fog wrapped the nine princes and came to the young patriarch in an instant.

"The nine princes of Da Xia, it's interesting. I heard that Da Xia is going to attack Muruo on a large scale. Can it be so?" The voice of little Lord heijia was very thoughtful. He didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all, just like looking at a prey.

At the beginning, the ninth prince was still very tough. After all, he was the ninth Prince of Daxia. He was in a high position since childhood and was used to overwhelming others.

However, when he arrived in front of Lord heijia, he didn't know what would happen. He couldn't be stiff anymore. Fear leaked out of his eyes and his heart shrank into a ball.

Originally, I didn't want to answer, but when I saw that pair of cold eyes, I still hesitated and said, "yes, there is such a thing!"

"Destroy the evil cult? The name of the war is very in line with the will of heaven! " Lord heijiashao stretched out his claw and directly pinched the head of the ninth Prince of Daxia. In a moment, countless pictures came into his mind.

After almost three breaths, the black armor little patriarch slowly let go of his hand.

But the one in hand has turned into a body.

The source, the divine body, and even the memory and his cultivation Kung Fu are all erased, leaving a withered flesh body.

"From now on, I am him. The ninth Prince of the ancient kingdom of Xia: Xia mangguan jade!"

As soon as the voice fell, the deacon in red formally opened the blood sacrifice array.

Countless people were transported to the altar.

There was a strong sense of death on everyone's face.

The land boundary is too chaotic. Demons perform blood sacrifices every day, and wars continue between major ancient countries. The environment of monks is very bad. Even some sects that have been inherited for hundreds of millions of years may fall out overnight.

Even the temple where the gods are stationed will be attacked.

Not to mention them.

"Am I dying?" A young man said to himself.

His face was not dead, but worried.

The red robed deacon shouted, "come on, pour God's blood into it, and God crystal, don't stop for a moment“

When these people are busy, the little patriarch is surrounded by his hands, suspended in the air, how high is a battle from the ground, and quietly watching all this.

God's blood pours into heaven and earth.

Countless people surged in it. The boy wiped the blood on his face. He tried his best to endure the weakness of his body. He grabbed a puppet with a name engraved on it.

Look, the name should be a girl.

That's his sister.

They depend on each other. He is just a secular in the period of physical training. If you want to survive in the earth, you must have a backer.

In order to support his sister, he worked as a coolie in a secular sect. He wanted to be a patron, but finally the sect was implicated. All coolies from the sect leader to the disciples were plundered here.

"I'm fine when I die, but my sister is still young!" The boy's eyes were red and his tears flowed out the next moment.

He is not afraid of death. He is afraid that he will die and no one will protect his sister.

When zongmen was destroyed, his sister was still waiting for him to go home in the back mountain, but he can't go back now, he can't go back any more.

With the boiling of God's blood, the boy gradually softened to the altar.

Although his strength was weak, his willpower was terrible. He was able to fall with those Mahayana friars.

Poop!

When I fell down, I thought of the scenes of my childhood in the blur of blood and tears.

In a small courtyard, my father was a hunter. He went up the mountain to hunt and feed his family. He was also moist, and he was still an only son.

As a child, my father brought back my sister in the mountain.

"Xiao Fan, you have a sister!"

"Xiao Fan, you should remember that you are a man. You should protect your sister and mother. Come on, pick up the knife and continue to practice!"

Then the wild animals attacked the village. In order to protect him and his sister, his parents rushed into the animal tide.

"Xiao Fan..."

The brother and sister left their hometown and begged all the way for a living.

Fortunately, he practiced martial arts since childhood. Whether he was a coolie or a domestic slave, he had a bite to eat.

But now without him, what should I do!

"Brother, go home!"

When the boy closed his eyes, the last scene was his sister standing at the gate of the fence yard, holding a bowl of water, waiting for him to go home.

People keep falling in the altar.

Now even the earth fairies have fallen, and then the heavenly fairies and the strong Taoist king among the heavenly fairies.

The strength of the boundary is divided according to the name of the most ancient times.

Da Yan Xian is a celestial being in the earth boundary, Yan Xian is a terrestrial being, and the Mahayana period is the ancestral realm.

The Lord of mortals is also mortal Mahayana.

Black armour little Lord, his eyes changed, a touch of surprise leaked out, and turned to the north.

The scene startled the deacon in red.

The young leader is not afraid of heaven and earth. Even he was startled. Can it be said that a powerful emperor came.