Chapter 280

The world of martial arts is not peaceful.

There are demons in the world.

There are not many evil things in the world of Wu Dao in the lower world. If you break the void and fly up to the upper world, you will encounter more demons. In the Terran territory is good, the upper female emperor suppressed, and there are a lot of powerful people, sweeping all directions, evil is rare.

Leaving the territory of the Terran people, there are hundreds of mixed nationalities, poisonous snakes and beasts running rampant, and the number of corpses, ghosts and demons is not clear.

Sometimes.

Evil spirits even invade the land of the empress.

The national war was earth shaking.

Chen xinglie was deeply impressed.

Chen xinglie, after seeing that the big sword has the new attribute of "suppressing all evils", will deceive Zhao Yumeng to break through the array and cut it out with one sword.

This sword.

Scared the fisherman in front of the temple door.

"Wait a minute!"

A voice sounded from the door of the temple.

This is a woman's voice, which is very low, just like a beautiful woman in her sleep, but the sound wave is between Chen xinglie and the fisherman, causing a series of light black sound waves.

Ordinary martial arts experts here are afraid of the impact of the sound waves. Their spirits and spirits are like a lonely boat in the raging sea. They are scattered and scattered until they are driven out of their wits.

Even the slightly wavy black lake, under the impact of sound waves, rolled up tides and rose, just like a tongue spreading from a black hole, glowing with a terrifying cold breath.

The sound wave was so strong, but it disappeared without a trace around the sword light of the big sword. It could not reach Chen xinglie at all.

Hum!

The sword roars again.

The sound waves were shattered.

"Are you plotting against me?" Chen Lang's tone was full of sarcasm. His sword was slowly pressed down, and the blade was fixed in front of the fisherman's eyebrows.

"No!" replied the angler

Ordinary martial arts masters are scared if they are soft and dare not say two words. They should lower their heads, such as those imperial spies, such as Qin Wannian, who are not happy.

But the fisherman slowly raised his head when he said "dare not".

Under the cloak, there is no body and face. It is dark. The dark light condenses into a shadow body. The face that should have eyes, nose and mouth is full of huge vertical eyes

This eye is black, too!

Dark than that dark shadow body, more pure, more Soul-catching.

It is this pure black that makes Chen xinglie see the outline of this eye clearly.

This look.

The whole face has only one eye!

Unheard of, seen never seen.

Even if Chen xinglie had a empress's wife, he was well-informed. He had never heard of such a creature anywhere, and there was no such record in the books of the upper world.

Can such creatures be counted as human beings?

So

The life like this fisherman has obviously disappeared in the long history, and even disappeared in the myths and legends.

Chen xinglie has always been longing for the ancient Wudao era. Today, he has seen a small scale and a half claw.

It's fun.

Interesting!

Chen xinglie had a joking smile in his eyes. He held a big sword in his hand and held the light of the sword across the air. He pushed slowly until the tip of the sword was only a hair's distance from the eyes of the fisherman. He asked, "who are you?"

But at this time, Zhao Yumeng quietly raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows.

I don't know why.

The strange face of the fisherman made Zhao Yumeng feel uncomfortable.

"My name is Chan Juan, the king of blood and moon under the throne of eternal night!"

The Fisherman answered Chen xinglie's words, which made Zhao Yumeng's eyebrows locked.

The king of blood moon?

I seem to have a little impression.

The name Chan Juan sounds like a woman.

He who claims to be the king should be of extraordinary status.

Zhao Yumeng finally understood why Chen xinglie called this place the royal mausoleum. Perhaps it was this Chan Juan who claimed to be the king that was buried here.

"Chen Lang knew that for a long time?"

Zhao Yumeng uses the secret of transmission and asks quietly.

Chen xinglie has always liked to tease the rain dream fairy, but this time it is rare that there is no nonsense, just gently shaking his head.

Zhao Yumeng was a little stunned.

Chen xinglie gazed at the fisherman who claimed to be chan Juan and said slowly, "I only remember that there is a temple of royal mausoleum here. I can't remember the details. Even if the temple is dedicated to the Lord of eternal night, I have forgotten all about it. It's a long time, but I can't remember how much time I've wasted. "He really can't remember.

When I heard about the mausoleum of the lower kingdom in the upper world, I never thought that one day, I would return to the lower world and return to the downfall of the Qingyang sect. How could I keep these things firmly in mind.

As for what time is long, time wasted, it is full of lies.

Zhao Yumeng nodded his head and frowned slightly.

She did not doubt Chen xinglie's remarks, but she was a little strange. When she asked Chen xinglie earlier, she was using the secret of transmitting sound. When Chen xinglie answered, he spoke directly.

Why?

Zhao Yumeng was a little stunned.

In fact, Chen xinglie did this, one is that his cultivation is not enough, and he can't perform the secret of transmitting sound. Second, it is intentional, that is to let the Chan Juan hear.

Sure enough.

The vertical eye under Chan Juan's cloak, black light condenses and stares at Chen xinglie.

Who is this person?

Why does he know that this is the temple of the Lord of night?

Why do you call this place the king's Mausoleum? Did he know that the king died here?

But when he saw the king, why didn't he even know his name? Did he forget or didn't recognize him?

Chan Juan thought deeply in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out.

Her memory, just like Chen xinglie just said, because time is too long, the years are wasted, and her memory has lost too much. It is just like ordinary people in the world. Once they get older, they will inevitably be unable to remember the details of their childhood.

Is it an old friend?

There are two kinds of old friends, friends or enemies.

What kind of person does he belong to?

Chan Juan kept speculating in her heart, but because only the remnant soul was left, her thoughts were a little confused. For a time, even those enemies and friends in the deep memory could not be remembered.

Right now.

The brightness of the eyes of Chan points to the sword.

Holding a big sword, Chen xinglie said with awe: "hand over all the valuable things in the temple of the royal mausoleum. I will spare you from death for the sake of you and I may be old acquaintances."

Chan Juan eyes a Lin.

Is this fear?

Chen xinglie laughed indifferently and said, "don't worry, I have always believed what I said."

Chan Juan was silent for a long time, and her tone was still arrogant. She said, "I want to see your sword handle."

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