Deep in the forest, Xiao Feng and the others slowly stepped into a square made entirely of black rocks, being cautious and not daring to be too presumptuous.
This is what Beichen Jue calls his final destination—the ancestral land.
No one knows what is here, not even Beichen Jue.
Tap tap tap.
"But when the two of them continued to move forward, they were surprised to hear crisp footsteps.
In addition to the four of them, there are actually people who can reach this place. This... how is it possible!
However, when Bei Chenhong and Bei Chenjue saw each other's faces, they understood instantly.
It turned out to be this guy.
In front of them was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy who was also wearing a golden robe but had a childish look on his face.
He is the thirteenth prince, Bei Chenran, and among the dozen or so princes, he is the youngest and the least threatening.
The most important thing is that he doesn't even have the realm of King Wu, let alone a strong protector.
"This guy..." Beichen Jue, who had always had a cold face, actually showed a look of helplessness on his face at this moment. He stepped forward alone, patted Bei Chenran's little head, and said.
"Why did you really come in? I told you that after this time, I will always play with you."
As for Beichen Jue's behavior, Chen Lei did not step forward. It could be said that he was used to it.
But this scene made Xiao Feng's mouth open so wide that he almost didn't stop talking.
How come Beichen Jue, who looked cold just now, turned into the little brother next door in the blink of an eye?
"Xiao Ran is the younger brother of the emperor, but he has been extremely well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and is deeply loved by his father. Unfortunately, his martial arts talent is only average."
Bei Chenhong stood aside and spoke calmly, his voice full of regret and...rejoicing.
If Bei Chenran had terrifying cultivation talents, those thrones would definitely belong to the other party, and they would not have a share at all.
That's why Bei Chenran became a very special existence among their brothers.
When Bei Chenran saw the two of them, his young face suddenly lit up with joy, and he jumped straight into Bei Chen Jue's arms.
"Brother Jue, Xiaoran misses you so much!"
"Oh, good, good...brother misses you too."
Xiao Feng shook his head helplessly when he saw Bei Chenran rushing into Beichen Jue's arms and jumping around randomly.
In the life-and-death environment of the royal family, there is such a weird thing.
Beichen Jue hugged Bei Chenran, and for the first time, a soft smile appeared on his cold face.
"Ahem, I'm sorry, but please interrupt."
Xiao Feng coughed dryly, walked out from Bei Chenhong's side, and spoke seriously.
When Beichen Jue heard this, the soft color in his eyes disappeared instantly, and his cold eyes stared at Xiao Feng, which made him feel a little frightened.
"This is the final location. As for what to do next, I don't know."
At this point, Beichen Jue suddenly paused. The next moment, a hint of cruelty appeared on his lips, "Perhaps, if there is only one person left between us, the inheritance ceremony will come out."
Hearing his words, Bei Chenhong and Xiao Feng's eyes froze at the same time, and the spiritual power in their bodies surged out crazily, ready to prepare.
Now it seems that the alliance between them has come to an end.
However, just as the four people stared at each other angrily, bright red blood flowers quietly bloomed at this moment.
No one expected that the result would be like this.