Chapter 3007 Chaos in the Immortal Demon Cemetery!
The land of the south.
Ten thousand dragons are roaring, shaking the entire Southland, and also frightening the Martial Palace forces that appear in the Southland.
At this moment, the heads of the Martial Hall forces felt pain.
The Martial Palace forces in other areas are suppressing many forces in the Eastern Wasteland. Although they also occupy some areas, they are always on tenterhooks, fearing that Ning Que will be interested and destroy them.
It's just...life is even worse than before.
And at this moment.
At the edge of Tiannan Fairy Sea.
Two little guys ran out sneakily, each carrying two big knives on their backs.
The big knife was terrifying. Although it was obviously shrunk, it still covered the bodies of the two little guys.
If there are knowledgeable monks here, they will definitely recognize that these are the most famous four holy knives of the Holy King on the other side! The Floating Dragon Blood Knife, the Hidden Dragon Yang Knife, the Dragon Burying Thunder Knife, and the Dragon Sacrifice Yin Knife! Compared with other Holy King soldiers, these
Known as the one with the most murderous spirit! One of the little boys with some unruly eyebrows looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, I finally ran out."
"Brother Nianxie, let's go back. If dad finds you, he will beat you."
The little boy next to him said weakly, his little face full of uneasiness.
The little boy... Su Nianxie froze for a moment, and was so angry that he almost slapped him in the face, but he managed to hold it back.
He has been really miserable these past years, not only being locked up in Tiannan, but also being ravaged by his grandmother and Ning Que all day long.
So Su Nian's evil sprang from his courage.
If Ning Que beat him, he would beat Ning Que's son.
This is not the case.
This time, they kidnapped Ning Fan and stole the Four Holy Swords... "This kid is so stupid. He was beaten so many times by me and he still called me brother.
But it was precisely because of him that I was able to run away.
No matter, just take it with you first.
If that bitch Ning Que finds me, I can still use this to blackmail him..." Su Nianxie thought like this and hugged Ning Fan's neck.
"Xiao Fan, what kind of man do you think you are if you keep hiding in the south of the world? We are born to be men, so we should carry a sword and go around the world.
Now that you have the knife, you ran out and regretted it again?"
Su Nianxie laughed.
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with longing, but he had never left home since he was young, which made him still a little scared.
"You are so awesome, but you look so weak. Don't you want to change?"
Su Nianxie asked again.
"I...I want to!"
Ning Fan couldn't stop clenching his little fists.
Although people in Tiannan did not look down on him, his little heart naturally longed to be as upright as his father.
"That's right, follow me and I will take you flying."
"But... we are so weak..." "Afraid of a hammer!"
Su Nianxie's face was a little arrogant: "I was wandering around the Eastern Wasteland a few years ago, and I beat up many talented people.
If you come with me this time, it will definitely be the same!"
"real?"
"I, Su Nianxie, have never been beaten by anyone..." "But I heard that brother Nianxie is often beaten in Tiannan..." Su Nianxie's face froze, and he became angry: "Farts, damn farts,
Whoever spread this story will see if I don’t chop him up!"
"..." "By the way, the Holy Throne of the Holy King on the other side is about to appear. Let's go and grab it."
Su Nianxie said again, pointing to the four holy swords behind his back: "This is the sword of the Holy King, we rely on this to grab it."
"Is it possible?"
"Don't be nagging, I'm sure you're right! I ate a holy throne before and it tasted great."
"Then..." "Just a word whether you want to leave or not, I will leave if you don't!"
"No, brother Nianxie, I listen to you.
Although dad always asks me to hit you, I feel that we are good friends and should not fight. Brother Nianxie should not hit me in the future, okay? I will work hard to become stronger."
Ning Fan said loudly.
天南的人都很爱护他,苏念邪却老是揍他.
This contrast was something Ning Fan couldn't accept at first, but then he thought that this was how it should be between friends.
In the past, father and Uncle Su Xuan also worked hard to develop their relationship...so in Ning Fan's heart, this might not be a recognition.
Su Nianxie: "..." Tiannanzhong.
Watching the two little guys run away, Ning Que's forehead throbbed with veins.
What a fool! You beat up my son and kidnapped him, you are so disrespectful! "Why didn't I beat Su Xuan first back then?"
Ning Que thought that if this was the case, a lot might have changed, and he felt regretful.
soon.
The figures of the two little guys just disappeared into the distance.
Ning Que gradually calmed down and his expectations flashed across his mind.
"It's time for Xiaofan to go see the outside world..." "I don't ask him to be upright, but at least he can survive."
"Xiao Fan doesn't want to associate with others, but he really likes that brat.
Follow that brat...at least you can learn from his strength and fearlessness..." Ning Que prayed in his heart.
Now the Eastern Wasteland is in chaos.
But as the son of the Evil Lord and the Dragon Emperor, if they can't even travel around the Eastern Wasteland, then their years of wandering have really been in vain.
"That boy Su Xuan is coming back soon. The time is right now."
Ning Que thought as he quietly disappeared into the clouds and mist in the south.
Ning Que is now invincible, but Tiannan needs his protection! He will not leave until it is absolutely necessary.
...half a month later.
The junction of Eastland and Central Area.
Fairy and Demon Cemetery.
The ancient thoughts of the Holy King began to rise.
This is the appearance of the Holy Throne of the Holy King on the other side.
The inheritance of the Holy King, which has been fought for hundreds of years ago, has finally come to an end.
In the deepest part of the cemetery, a blood-stained Holy Throne has vaguely emerged.
"The Holy Throne finally appears!"
"But we have no chance!"
"The inheritance of the Holy King appeared hundreds of years ago. Only cultivators who occupy three bloody thrones have a chance to compete for the Holy Throne!"
"Who occupies it now?"
"One seems to be from the Martial Palace, one is a tortured corpse, and the other... By the way, that evil bitch Hades, the occupiers of the throne have changed one after another over the years, but she is still strong."
"Is the suffering corpse worthy of the Holy Throne?"
"What a shame! The suffering corpses suppressed by the Holy King in the fifth era actually came back to compete for the Holy King's inheritance in several eras!"
Many monks flocked to the Cemetery of Immortals and Demons.
And this time.
Outside the cemetery, a young man in white clothes walked over, his eyes were firm and his whole body was filled with awe-inspiring thoughts.
"According to the speculations of Tianlao and Huanglao, Wu Dian is very likely to collude with Pure Land, so naturally they cannot be allowed to win the Holy Throne..." The young man said to himself, it was Ye Tianxu.
As the city lord of Wensheng Book City, Ye Tianxu is extremely famous even in today's prosperous Eastern Wasteland.
If there is such an ancient being as Tianlao and Huanglao sitting in charge, Wudian will not easily provoke them.
"Now that the Martial Palace is flourishing, even Tiannan, the only one who can compete with the Martial Palace, has shrunk..." Ye Tianxu's eyes became determined: "But even so, we cannot let them continue to be arrogant!"
Most of the people in Wensheng Book City are stubborn, but they are thinking about Donghuang after all... With these thoughts in mind, Ye Tianxu rushed into the Immortal and Demon Cemetery.
And the following days.
Heroes gather at the Cemetery of Immortals and Demons.
Among them, Wudian is the most arrogant and seems to want to completely occupy this place! At the same time.
Above the cemetery, in endless nothingness.
Su Xuanru's most dazzling meteorite pulled out a long tail flame and kept approaching Donghuang...