Chapter 280: King of the Blood Moon!

This martial arts world is not at peace.
There are demons in the world.
There are not many evil things in the martial art world of the lower realm. If it is broken into the void and ascends to the upper realm, there will be more evil things. Fortunately, in the territories of the human race, the female emperor above suppressed it, and there were many powerful human races sweeping the four places, but demons were rare.
Leaving the territory of the human race, hundreds of races are mixed, snakes and beasts are rampant, ghouls and demons are countless.
sometimes.
The evil will even invade the land of the empress.
The national war was earth-shaking.
Chen Xinglie was impressed.
True Yin is like this, Chen Xinglie saw that the Great Sword had the new attribute of "suppressing all evils" before he flicked Zhao Yumeng out of the formation with a single sword.
This sword.
Frightened the fishing man in front of the temple.
"Wait!"
A voice rang from the door of the temple.
This is a woman's voice, the tone is very low, like a beautiful woman in her sleep muttering, but the sound waves between Chen Xinglie and the fishing man, stirred up layers of light black sound waves, one after another.
Ordinary martial arts masters are here, I'm afraid that they can't help the impact of sound waves, the three souls and seven souls are like a lone boat in the raging sea, being impacted to pieces until the souls are scattered.
Even the black lake with only slight ripples, under the impact of sound waves, rolled up tides and climbed up, like tongues spreading from a black hole, glowing with a terrifying coldness. The breath is daunting.
The sound wave was so tyrannical, but around the sword light of the great sword, it dissipated without a trace, and could not reach Chen Xinglie at all.
Hum!
Jianming again.
The rolling sound waves were shattered.
"Are you plotting this seat?" Chen Lang's tone was full of sarcasm, and the big sword in his hand was slowly pressed down, and the blade was fixed in front of the fisher's eyebrows.
The fisherman replied: "Don't dare!"
Ordinary martial arts masters, whoever said the word
dare not afraid
would be frightened and should bow their heads, such as those dynasty spies, such as Qin Wannian, Duan Wuhuan.
The fisherman slowly raised his head when he uttered the word "dare not".
Under the cloak, there is no body and face long ago. The black lacquer is dark, and the thick black light condenses into a shadow body. It is black. In the face that should have eyes, nose and mouth, there is a huge erection. Vertical eyes...
This eye is also black!
It was darker than that dark shadow body, purer and more intriguing.
It was this pure black that allowed Chen Xinglie to see the outline of this eye clearly.
This look.
The whole face has only one eye!
Unheard of unheard of unseen.
Even if Chen Xinglie had a wife of a female emperor, she was well-informed, and she had never heard of such a creature anywhere, and there was no such record in the books of the upper realm.
Can such a creature be considered a human being?
Then...
The creature like this fishing man has obviously disappeared in the long river of history, and even disappeared in the myths and legends.
Chen Xinglie has always longed for the ancient martial arts era. Today, he can see a scale of claws.
This is fun.
interesting!
With a playful smile in his eyes, Chen Xinglie held a big sword in his palm, holding the sword light in the air, and slowly advancing, until the tip of the sword was only a strand of hair away from the fisherman's eyes, he stopped and asked: "who are you?"
But at this moment, Zhao Yumeng quietly raised his palm and gently rubbed his eyebrows.
Do not know why.
The strange face of the fisherman made Zhao Yumeng a little uncomfortable.
"This king's name is Chanjuan, and Yongye rules the seat, the King of Blood Moon!"
The fisherman's answer to Chen Xinglie's words made Zhao Yumeng's eyebrows furrowed.
King of the Blood Moon?
There seems to be a slight impression.
Chanjuan's name sounds like a woman.
Calling himself the king, he should have an extraordinary status.
Zhao Yumeng finally understood why Chen Xinglie would call this place Wangling. Perhaps it was this Chanjuan who claimed to be Wang who was buried here.
"Chen Lang knew it for a long time?"
Zhao Yumeng used the secret technique of sound transmission and asked quietly.
Chen Xinglie has always liked Fudge Fairy Yumeng very much, but this time he didn't have any nonsense, he just shook his head gently.
Zhao Yumeng was a little surprised.
Chen Xinglie stared at the fishing man who claimed to be Chanjuan, and slowly said: "I only remember that there is a temple of the king's tombs here. I can't remember the details for a long time. Even the temple dedicated to the Lord of Eternal Night, I have forgotten. It's all done. Time is so long, the memory is no match for the lapse of time, I can't remember it anymore."
He really can't remember.
Back in the Upper Realm, when I heard people talk about this Lower Realm King's Tomb, I never thought that one day, I would return to the Lower Realm, and before the Qingyang Sect fell, how could I keep these things in my heart.
As for what time is so long, and the years are wasted, it is full of nonsense.
Zhao Yumeng nodded, and Liu frowned slightly.
She didn't doubt Chen Xinglie's remarks, but it was a bit strange. When she asked Chen Xinglie earlier, she used secret sound transmission techniques. When Chen Xinglie answered, he spoke directly.
Why is this?
Zhao Yumeng was a little surprised.
In fact, Chen Xinglie did this, one is that his cultivation level is not enough now, and he can't use the secret sound transmission technique at all. The second is intentional, just to let that Chanjuan hear.
really.
The vertical eye under Chanjuan's cloak, the black light condensed, staring at Chen Xinglie.
Who is this person?
Why would he know that this is the temple dominated by Eternal Night?
Why is this place called the tomb of the king, does he know that this king died here?
However, when he saw this king, why didn't he even know his name? Did he forget or recognize him?
Chanjuan thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out.
Her memory is really like what Chen Xinglie just said, because time is too long, the years are wasted, and the memory has been lost too much. This is like an ordinary person in the world. Once he gets older, it is inevitable that he cannot remember the points of his youth. Bit by bit.
Could it be an old friend?
So there are two kinds of people, friends or enemies.
What kind of he is
Chan Juan kept speculating in her heart, but because there was only the remnant soul left, her thoughts were a little confused, and she couldn't even remember the enemies and friends in the deepest memories.
Just now.
Pointing to the sword light in Chanjuan's eyes, the brightness soared.
Chen Xinglie held a big sword and said awe-inspiringly: "Hand over all the valuable things in the Wangling Temple. This seat is for the sake of you and I may be old acquaintances, and I can spare you not to die!"
Chanjuan's eyes shrank.
Is this scared?
Chen Xinglie smiled indifferently and said: "Don't worry, I have always believed in what I said."
Chanjuan was silent for a long time, still a bit arrogant in her tone, and said, "This king wants to see your sword hilt."