Chapter 322 The Prince of the Ghost Race, Zhao Wanxiang!
The small green fire cave attracted the ghost general and the ice prison lord, but why did another ghost prince come? Chen Shaojun also felt troublesome at this time, but before he had time to think about it, Chen Shaojun heard something in his ears.
A shocking roar was heard.
At the same time, Chen Shaojun felt a warning sign in his heart, and a strong sense of threat stimulated his hair, skin and nerve endings.
Danger!
Chen Shaojun's heart trembled, and he immediately grabbed Zhao Qingluo and retreated towards the back.
And almost at the same time, there was a boom, black smoke billowed, and a metal sharp weapon was wrapped in a huge wave of ghostly energy. It was turbulent and mighty, falling from the sky like a meteorite from outer space, and landed heavily on the place where Chen Shaojun originally stood.
In an instant, the originally hard earth cracked, collapsed and annihilated silently, and a huge crater with a radius of more than twenty feet quickly appeared.
Under the impact of this force, even the teleportation arrays underneath the palace complex were also affected. One of the large arrays made a crunching sound, and a small gap was actually blasted out by this force.
Seeing this scene, Chen Shaojun's eyelids twitched and his pupils shrank sharply, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"This man has such terrifying strength."
Chen Shaojun felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
Almost all formations involving time and space teleportation are high-level formations, especially the one in Qinghuo Cave, which is extremely powerful. If you want to destroy the formation, you must have one like the ghost princess Zhao Qingluo.
Self-destruct core, otherwise, it would not be that easy to break through a corner.
Because this giant magic circle is integrated into itself, attacking a part is equivalent to attacking the whole. If the opponent can break through a corner with one blow, it means that his strength has reached the level that can threaten the entire time and space teleportation magic circle.
But at this moment, nothing scares Chen Shaojun more than this.
"Brother, save me!"
Zhao Qingluo looked in the direction of the sky and suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.
And almost at the same time, bang, a figure fell from the sky. He was still high in the sky at first, but in the blink of an eye, he landed in front of Chen Shaojun.
His feet landed on the ground, and at that moment, it seemed as if a huge force of gravity burst out, rumbling, with the pair of black-gold boots as the center, the entire ground where the Qinghuo Cave was located began to tremble violently, as if it could not bear it.
The power radiated from those soles of the feet was general.
Whoops, the strong wind roared. At that moment, everyone saw the figure descending from the sky. His body was tall and tall, and he was wearing a snow-white robe, spotless, and his long hair hung down like a waterfall.
Swinging with the wind, he exuded an elegant aura in addition to the terrifying pressure.
But the most attractive thing is the black ghost-headed mask that the man wears on his face. It emits bursts of cold metallic luster under the dim sky. Under the mask, the only eyes that can be seen are cold.
Ruthless, cold and intimidating.
He just stood with his hands behind his hands, standing there casually, and a huge aura suddenly spread like a storm.
Compared with Zhao Qingluo, the figure in front of him was like a mountain and a sea, unfathomable and even more terrifying.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
The moment this man appeared, there was a roar, like a landslide and a tsunami, and the densely packed army of ghosts knelt down.
The huge Qinghuo Cave was actually quiet.
At that moment, the figure in white stood on the spot like a god, with a huge aura.
"It's him!"
At the same time, on the other side, when they saw the figure in front of them, Chen Shaojun and Xiao Wo on his shoulders were shocked. The figure in front of them was the young man in white whom Chen Shaojun met in the Ghost Saint Realm.
people.
"Why him? Why is he here?"
Chen Shaojun was stunned, and his mind was in confusion.
That adventure in the Ghost Saint Realm was of special significance to Chen Shaojun. He had always thought that the young man in white wearing a ghost head and mask was a Confucian and Taoist like himself. It was a pity that they had no contact after they separated. However,
Chen Shaojun never thought that when he appeared again, he would be in such an appearance.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince? Is he actually from the ghost clan?"
Chen Shaojun muttered to himself, feeling lost. This moment caught him by surprise.
When he was in the Ghost Saint Realm, Chen Shaojun had never felt the Ghost Clan's aura in his body. Because of this, Chen Shaojun had never doubted him. However, thinking back carefully, the Ghost Saint Realm itself was within the Ghost Clan's territory, where
The probability that the figure that appears is a ghost is much higher than that of a human being.
But for Chen Shaojun, this kind of truth has always been difficult to accept. Chen Shaojun has always had a good impression of the young man in white, and when he was in the ghost saint field, Chen Shaojun also received the precious ghost saint Analects from him, and the relationship between the two parties was also
The conversation was pleasant, and they were friends rather than enemies.
But in front of him, looking at the young man in white standing in front of him, blocking his way, the two sides have reached a hostile position.
The wind howled and the air flow surged, and almost at the same time, on the other side, His Highness the Crown Prince, whom everyone said, also noticed Chen Shaojun.
"Brother, kill him quickly!"
Zhao Qingluo suddenly shouted loudly, her expression extremely ferocious, as if all problems could be solved as long as the person in front of her appeared.
However, the next moment, something happened that shocked Zhao Qingluo.
"We meet again."
His Highness the Crown Prince, who was wearing a mask with a ghost head, suddenly spoke. His voice was flat, neither high nor low, but there was no emotion at all.
"You are from the ghost tribe."
Chen Shaojun said in a daze, with mixed feelings in his heart. If possible, he would never want to get to this point with the person in front of him.
"yes."
The young man in white said calmly:
"I didn't expect that the person who destroyed the ritual of worshiping the God of Hades and destroyed the sacred tree by the Huangquan River would be you."
The young man in white looks very calm. Compared with Chen Shaojun's mixed emotions, his expression is much calmer.
"You are the prince of the ghost clan..., the prince of the ghost clan, Zhao Wanxiang."
In the dark, a thought flashed through his mind. Chen Shaojun remembered the legend he had heard on the road about the ghost prince Zhao Wanxiang, and suddenly understood something.
The prince of the ghost clan, Zhao Wanxiang, did not nod, but he also did not shake his head. He looked noncommittal. It was obvious that Chen Shaojun was right.
"Brother, do you know this kid?"
At this moment, the most shocking thing is the ghost princess Zhao Qingluo who is being restrained by Chen Shaojun.
She was originally waiting for Zhao Wanxiang to arrive and go on a killing spree, but the situation in front of her was completely different from what she had imagined. But what Zhao Qingluo found most difficult to understand was how could her eldest brother get together with this human being? Their identities were so different.
No, and the eldest brother has never liked humans, so how could he get acquainted with a human? There were really too many doubts in Zhao Qingluo's heart.
"Brother, this human ruined my sacrificial ceremony. Now our plan has been completely disrupted. The clone of Hades cannot come because of him. I don't know how you met him, but in any case, we must not
Get him out of here."
Zhao Qingluo suddenly shouted hoarsely.
She couldn't care so much. Anyway, Chen Shaojun must die no matter what.
Buzz, Zhao Wanxiang couldn't help but frown when he heard that the clone of Hades could not come.
"Did you do all this?"
Although it was a question, the tone seemed to confirm that it was Chen Shaojun who did it.
"It's a pity. You have already obtained the Ghost Saint Analects. It would be great if you left the realm of the ghost clan. But now..., although it is a pity, I have to kill you."
Hum, as soon as Zhao Wanxiang's voice fell, a huge energy burst out from his body, and one of the spiritual forces suddenly locked onto Chen Shaojun.
And almost at the same time, a silver-white ancient sword ejected from his scabbard. Pulled by an invisible force, it floated in the void. The sharp tip of the sword flashed with cold light and was pointed at the opposite side from a distance.
Chen Shaojun.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
"You brat, are you really so heartless, do you really want to attack me?"
On Chen Shaojun's shoulder, Xiaowo finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.
Chen Shaojun's expression at this time was extremely solemn.
"That's enough, Xiaowo."
Chen Shaojun stopped Xiaowei. Although deep down in his heart he was unwilling to fight Zhao Wanxiang, but Dao did not agree with each other. The other party was the prince of the ghost clan. His identity determined his position, and Chen Shaojun could feel it.
, Zhao Wanxiang is not just talking, he will actually kill himself.
"Is there no room for change?"
Chen Shaojun said.
"If you hadn't destroyed our ghost clan's sacred tree, and hadn't destroyed the plan of the Hades clone to come, maybe I could let you go, but now -"
Zhao Wanxiang shook his head slightly.
Chen Shaojun looked solemn and already understood what he meant.
The sky and the earth were silent, and there was no sound. As far as Chen Shaojun could see, all the ghost armies in all directions were looking at him. At the same time, they were also looking at the ghost prince Zhao Wanxiang in front of him. Everyone was waiting for Zhao Wanxiang's treatment, and even...
Even the powerful men in the Sky Realm in the sky also looked at Zhao Wanxiang.
Zhao Wanxiang's status in the ghost clan is far higher than that of the ghost princess Zhao Qingluo, and he has won the attention of the ghost king. Even the general of the ghost clan and the Ice Prisoner Lord all support Zhao Wanxiang.
"In that case, I have nothing to say. Your Highness, this is the last page of The Analects of Ghost Saints, and I will return it to you as well."
Chen Shaojun said, raised his palm, and threw the black page over.
Zhao Wanxiang was silent for a moment, opened his palm, and subconsciously grabbed the page. However, at this moment, Chen Shaojun suddenly took action.
boom!
The ghost princess Zhao Qingluo, who was held in Chen Shaojun's hand, was like a rag bag. She was thrown out by Chen Shaojun suddenly and flew into the air more than ten meters high. At the same time as she flew out, a crisp sound was heard.
With a sword chant, a flying sword rose out of the air and shot straight towards his back.
At this time, Zhao Qingluo's vital parts had been restrained and she could not move at all. If she was stabbed in the vital parts by a flying sword, she would almost certainly die.