Mo Shixuan's body shook violently, and he said in a daze: "You said...if my father were still alive, he would also respect the goddess?"
"This is the legacy of the Panxuesha Clan."
Sha Ze glanced at the woman in butterfly clothes and said meaningfully: "Only a goddess can awaken the Rock-Blooded Tsar..."
Bloody Tsar!
Xia Mang's pupils shrank suddenly.
The woman in butterfly clothes seemed not to hear anything, her clear eyes were fixed on Xia Mang, as if she was distracted, and she remained silent.
Mo Shixuan was moved and his expression changed drastically, "Is that legend true? Is the Blood Tsar really about to return?"
Sha Ze nodded, "Otherwise, why would we risk the disapproval of the world, arrest so many sons of genius, and extract their essence and blood, just to water... Well, you just need to remember that everything we do is...
It’s for the Panxuesha Clan!”
Mo Shixuan fell silent, and then said after a moment: "Will the Tsar really come back?"
Shaze nodded.
"Who is she?" Mo Shixuan pointed at the woman in butterfly clothes and said solemnly: "If the Tsar wakes up, I will respect him, but who is she? Why should she be above me?"
He was very angry. For many years, the woman in butterfly clothes had been elusive, and only occasionally appeared in the Panxue Sand Clan, but her status was far above the Sand King and the Desert King.
, or another "Sand King", all have to stay away.
The Panxuesha Tribe has always respected the Desert King, why should they listen to a woman?
He is not convinced!
Shaze glanced at the silent woman in butterfly clothes, his face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I told you, she is a goddess!"
"goddess?"
Mo Shixuan was stunned. For many years, he had been jealous of this woman for occupying his authority, but he had never thought deeply about the meaning of the word "goddess".
"goddess……"
Xia Mang also said to himself, his eyes changing, Langya Divine Court, Panxue Sand Clan, the Three Divine Generals of Heaven, Earth and Man, Panxue Tsar, Goddess... Vaguely, he seemed to have grasped some key.
Previously, he speculated that this girl was the daughter of the previous generation of King Mo, because according to Mo Futu, King Mo was killed by Xia Wushang in a battle twenty years ago, and his only daughter escaped. Based on this, he speculated that this butterfly dress
The woman is probably a descendant of the previous generation of Mo King.
But according to what Sha Ze and Mo Shixuan said, this woman seemed to have another big origin, and she was also related to an extremely terrifying existence, the Bloody Tsar!
Obviously, the identity of the woman in butterfly clothes exceeded his expectation.
"You are arresting us and seizing the source of our bloodline just to awaken the Blood Czar?" Xia Mang's eyes were burning, he stared at the woman in butterfly clothes for a long time, and suddenly said.
The woman in butterfly clothes looked at Xia Mang, and after a moment, she finally said, "I'll capture you just for the sake of the immortal dragon spirit!"
Her voice was clear and cold, like frost and snow falling from the sky. It was a deep-seated coldness and deathly silence that made Xia Mang feel a little palpitated.
"Isn't it for the blood of the Daxia royal family?"
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows, a little confused. Shaze had said before that he was captured for the blood of the Emperor of Great Xia and the power of the evil moon. Now this woman said that she was only for the immortal dragon spirit. This was really contradictory, and Xia Mang felt it.
Mindless.
"When you die, I will naturally take out the blood of the Great Xia Emperor." The woman's tone was cold, "But the remnant of the immortal dragon spirit is in your body, I must take it away!"
"Remnant spirit?"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said: "The immortal dragon spirit is no longer with me. Since you have been paying attention to me, you should know this."
That day in Langya Ancient City, after the ancient pagoda was unsealed, the immortal dragon spirit and the human spirit stone were occupied by the pagoda hall.
"The immortal dragon spirit is clearly still in your body." The woman in butterfly clothes stared at Xia Mang with clear eyes, shook her head and said, "I can feel its breath."
Xia Mang was startled. The silver unicorn was indeed no longer on his body. This was not to deceive the woman in butterfly clothes, but why did the other party insist that the immortal dragon spirit was still on his body?
"What exactly went wrong?" Xia Mang's eyes flickered.
"Hand over the immortal dragon spirit, and you will suffer less." Sha Ze stared at Xia Mang, his expression cold and his words threatening.
Xia Mang glanced at him, his eyes were sarcastic, and he said coldly: "Do you think these broken ropes can trap me, Xia Mang?"
Before he finished speaking, jet-black lightning suddenly appeared in his body. It was like a thunder waterfall, sweeping up and wrapping around those golden locks.
The thunder is like lightning, the darkness is like an evil spirit, the darkness is boundless, and extremely evil, as if it is going to collapse this grotto!
"This is...the power of the evil moon?!" Sha Ze's expression changed drastically.
Buzz!
At this time, dark thunder light burst out all around Xia Mang, and thunderbolts flew across the sky. Everywhere you looked, there was thunder light, falling down like a waterfall, intertwined with a dark force, entangling the golden lock, and annihilating Xia Mang.
The wisps of darkness were like drizzle covering the sky, becoming a cloud.
In the sea of thunder, black light formed a ring, twisting around in circles, like spreading ripples. Xia Mang stepped on the dark thunder light, and the tips of his hair were rendered purple-black. His pupils were deep, and wherever his eyes passed, everything was
It's a burst of thunder, and the darkness is boundless!
At this moment, Xia Mang had an inexplicable aura about him, like a dark demon god, as deep as the sea, majestic and domineering.
This is the strange power formed by the intertwining of dark lightning and the power of the evil moon!
The black moon that Xia Mang obtained was actually the ultimate force of death. Now it blended with the dark lightning, and the scene before appeared.
"The power of the evil moon!"
Sha Ze's complexion finally changed and he quickly retreated. The power of Evil Moon is death, the power of darkness is thunder, and it is the ultimate thunder power. After the two are blended, how terrifying will the power derived be? He has no idea.
Don't dare to touch easily.
"How could he control such terrifying power?"
Mo Shixuan looked frightened and retreated in embarrassment until he reached the stone wall. There was no way to retreat. He stared at Xia Mang in the dark thunder light, terrified.
This force is beyond imagination!
"Crack!"
Suddenly, the hanging golden chain shook violently, then collapsed, broken into pieces, and scattered on the ground.
"The golden lock is broken?!"
Mo Shixuan screamed in horror, this golden lock is a divine chain, mixed with divine gold, it is extremely strong, can restrain the extraordinary, and can be locked into the Tao, but Xia Mang can break it, this is simply unbelievable!
"This guy is awesome!"
Sha Ze's face was heavy and his pupils were constricted. It would take a lot of effort for him to break the golden lock, but Xia Mang was able to break free, which really shocked him.
The thunder light gradually dissipated, and the fragments of the golden chain were scattered all over the place, and the place where they were originally bound had long lost any trace of Xia Mang.
"Where is Xia Mang? Where did he go?" Mo Shixuan's eyes were full of panic. Xia Mang broke the golden lock and must have escaped. But this grotto is closed, how could he escape.
Sha Ze narrowed his deep eyes and looked around.
The woman in butterfly clothes also has beautiful eyes that are slightly focused.
"These scraps of copper and iron can't trap me, Xia Mang!" Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the grotto, like lightning across the sky, thunderbolts sounded suddenly, and the echoes continued.
Shaze's pupils shrank suddenly because he saw Xia Mang!
Lord Yaksha is as hideous as a ghost. At this moment, on his head, a tall and tall figure stands proudly. It is Xia Mang. His jet black hair is flying, his eyes are like torches, and his momentum is like a rainbow. He looks around in all directions. Where can he find the figure when he was tied up just now?