Chapter 115

"Who the hell are you?"

In the quiet green mountains, the cruel emperor's cold interrogation echoed. His killing intention made the surrounding grass wither, the streams freeze, and the void seemed to be dark.

The smile on Chen Xiaoming's face gradually closed, but he didn't know how to speak. He thought a little. Facing the masked woman in front of him, he didn't know why, there was a trace of weakness in his heart.

After sorting out his language, Chen Xiaoming looked at the cruel emperor and spoke slowly.

"I once passed a place where I saw a little girl with sheep's horn braids, patches on her little clothes, and even toe holes in her little shoes crying to see off a teenager on a long trip with a group of people."

"Then the little girl guarded around the altar."

As he spoke, he looked at the cruel emperor. He saw the jade hand holding his shoulder trembling slightly. It was obvious that his mood was disturbed.

"The little girl didn't know how long she had kept it. She waited foolishly until one day, she saw a lot of people coming back, including the one she wanted to see. She ran forward regardless of everything, but only saw the boy's bones."

"She was forcibly pulled away and couldn't even look more. She cried, but nobody paid attention to her, as if she was the only one left between heaven and earth."

The jade hand holding the shoulder loosened slightly, and the murderous intention gradually subsided. Chen Xiaoming showed a trace of joy and was about to say something when he saw a cold light stabbing at his throat.

Looking up, Chen Xiaoming was stunned. He made up this excuse very well. What's wrong?

"Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew."

Just when Chen Xiaoming was confused, the void around the green mountain was blocked instantly. Five figures came together and separated around. All five people were white haired old people with amazing divine power. They looked at Chen Xiaoming and the cruel emperor with hot eyes.

"You go first and I'll break the back."

Chen Xiaoming's figure flashed and directly blocked in front of the cruel emperor. There was a dignified color in his eyes. The five people looked at the momentum. Although they did not reach the strength of the king of Daoism on the third floor of Sendai, their strength was also the peak in the second floor of Sendai.

Such people are generally called old immortals and living fossils. After living for a long time, their strength is much stronger than that of ordinary saints.

The immortal sword pointed at Chen Xiaoming's cruel man. There was a trace of hesitation in the emperor's eyes. Looking at Chen Xiaoming's move just now, the coldness in his eyes gradually faded away.

However, there is a look like a fool. She's going first? You are the target of these people.

"Hahaha, don't waste your energy. You can't run away. There are countless old guys looking for you in the realm of Zhao."

One of the old men laughed loudly, with a faint light in his eyes, staring at Chen Xiaoming. His longevity is not much, and now his only hope is Chen Xiaoming.

Being watched by the five white haired elders, especially the fiery heat in their eyes, Chen Xiaoming's tiger body was shocked and always felt a little strange.

"Whew."

At this time, the cruel emperor moved, turned the fairy sword in his hand, and a bright sword flew out, breaking the void and attacking one of the elders.

The light of the sword shines in the world, the sky falls and the road is printed. The auspicious color is steaming and rumbling in the sky. One after another, immortal flowers fall and turn into endless light of the sword, enveloping the white haired old man with amazing power.

"Do it."

The old man shrouded by the sword awn appears an ancient mirror in his hand. The ancient mirror hangs in the air and reflects all things. The hot sun and true flame diffuse from the ancient mirror. In a moment, heaven and earth are shrouded by flame and become an endless fire field, and the void is burned by fire.

Zhenyan and Jianmang confronted each other. When the other four saw him, they didn't hesitate to attack the cruel emperor.

"Hmm? I was ignored?"

Seeing four people besieging the cruel emperor, Chen Xiaoming was stunned. Then his eyes showed anger. He really thought he had no combat power at all?

The green wood tree moves, the golden fruit on it shakes, the strength of the Dragon Peak in the body bursts, the endless space divine light envelops Chen Xiaoming, and a set of silver armor appears on Chen Xiaoming.

In three months, Chen Xiaoming's blood source did not recover and could not be used easily, but this does not mean that his strength has not been improved.

Douluo is a first-class divine fruit of cultivation. With his strength at the moment, why dare he fight an old immortal on the second floor of Sendai.

The divine armor that has never been used makes Chen Xiaoming look more powerful.

"Whew."

The figure flashed, and the void under his feet was disillusioned. Chen Xiaoming rushed to the old man who stood against the sword. It is the so-called taking advantage of your illness and killing you. There are many people on the other side. Only by killing one person first can the war situation be reversed.

The original magic gun was left in the Douluo position as an inheritance, so now Chen Xiaoming can only rely on his fist.

"Boom."

With one blow, the void behind Chen Xiaoming opened, and ten golden rings turned into a vision, shrouded in the white haired old man. The bright light shone, and layers of light broke out on Chen Xiaoming's fist shadow.

The six colors of white, yellow, purple, black, red and gold, the aperture rotates rapidly, breaking the void around, and then instantly merging into one, turning into a brilliant fist light, hitting the white haired old man.

The void is broken, the gods wail, and all kinds of visions appear. The fist light seems to contain a huge world.

The white haired old man, who was trying his best to resist the sword, was shocked, and the divine light surged in his body. The ancient mirror in his hand turned into a challenge and met him.

"Boom."

At the place of collision, the true flame of the sun erupts, turning the void into a sea of fire, which surges up to eliminate the light of the fist

"Broken."

The divine light in Chen Xiaoming's body surged, and the bright ten golden rings expanded in an instant, just like turning into small worlds, sprinkling endless light. In an instant, it echoed with the fist light to suppress the true flame of the sun.

Chen Xiaoming seized the opportunity, connected the void under his feet and made a move with his right hand. The ten golden auras in the vision behind him instantly flew into his hands. The ten golden auras were combined into a purple gold diamond bracelet, which was engraved with the order and law of the avenue, and even with a trace of silver light.

"Go."

Aiming at the ancient mirror of the white haired old man, he threw it out directly. The Purple Gold Diamond Bracelet flew away, silent, the void could not be contained in the form, and the sword could not hurt his meaning, as if it came from the other end of the world of heaven, illusory life and disillusionment.

"Not good."

When the white haired old man noticed it, it was already late. He exclaimed in his mouth, and a sense of crisis poured into his heart. He quickly hooked the ancient mirror hanging above his head, and the true flame of the sun erupted, forming a layer of flame protection.

"Bang."

With a soft sound, the Purple Gold Diamond Bracelet smashed on the ancient mirror through the sun's true flame, and the void burst. The sun's true flame forming a defense showed a corner, slightly stagnant. Chen Xiaoming was wearing a silver figure, and six colors of light were condensed on his right fist. When the void was disillusioned, he had already hit the white haired old man's head with a fist.

"Bang." the divine light blooms, and the power of terror is transmitted to the body of the white haired old man through the broken head, killing his vitality.

"Hoo Hoo..."

After killing one person, Chen Xiaoming gasped and dispersed the true flame of the sun on his God armor.

There was just a trace of complacency in his eyes. On the other side of the battlefield, the cruel emperor was stabbed in the shoulder with a sword, and blood scattered in the sky.