Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 815

The violent battle fluctuations gradually dissipated, and the pungent bloody smell lingered in the breeze.

Accompanied by the shattering of the golden light, a bloody hole the size of a bowl was opened on Xu Chen's forehead, and the expression on his face is still full of indelible horror.

Surging spiritual luck surged into Lu Feng's holy spirit seal, and it was actually promoted to the purple level at this moment, and he was qualified to go to the holy spirit mountain.

As for the few remaining members of the imperial dynasty, they all died soon after Zi Yu and others frantically chased them down.

At this moment, Ziyu was in a bit of a panic, but looking at the fallen companion, feeling sad, she strung out strands of her purple hair, flashed in front of Lu Feng, and said, "Thank you."

If Lu Feng didn't come suddenly today, the imperial team led by her would be wiped out.

At this time, the rest of the Zibing dynasty were busy collecting the corpses of their companions.

"Need not."

Lu Feng waved his hand, Mu Xingdichao was his greatest enemy in this life, no matter what the reason was, he would attack anyway.

Ziyu nodded silently, then straightened her embarrassed clothes, stretched out her white and tender palm, and said, "My name is Ziyu, and I come from the Zibing Dynasty."

"Lu Feng." Lu Feng said with a smile.

"Lu Feng." Zi Yu muttered a few times, suddenly remembered something, and asked with a startled expression: "Are you from Cangzhou? A weak dynasty named Tianlin doesn't even have a Heaven Martial Realm."

"Not bad." Lu Feng replied.

"That's right, I didn't expect to meet you today, it's really fate."

Ziyu felt strange, because Xu Chen forced her into a desperate situation before, and she didn't have time to think about the meaning of the name.

"I'm afraid it's because of Mo Ling." Lu Feng couldn't help trembling, staring at Zi Yu closely.

Zi Yu nodded, and replied: "I can hardly believe that you are the one that Sister Mo Ling often mentions. Back then, you were not Tian Wu. It's only been a few years. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to meet him."

A few years ago, Mo Zhantian brought Mo Ling back to Zibing Dynasty.

Then, just a few days later, the emperor excitedly announced that the blood in Mo Ling's body had reached the highest level in the history of the dynasty, very close to the ancestor of Zilian back then.

Moreover, she is very suitable for the lotus of the natal lotus left by the Zilian ancestor after his incarnation, and quickly controlled and refined it.

This news is undoubtedly the greatest happy event for the Zibing Dynasty, which is in an extremely depressed atmosphere amidst the flames of war. It shocked all the saints and injected a spark of hope.

You must know that the ancestor of Zilian was an extremely powerful ancient sage in ancient times.

At that time, it should be called the Zibing Dynasty, what an honor.

When Zilian Sage Ancestor and Bing Ancestor were still there, even the extremely arrogant evil god clan would tremble.

And she was also surprised that Lu Feng, who also came from the barbarian land, had such strength, no wonder Mo Ling couldn't forget it.

"How is she now?" Lu Feng trembled his fingers, took a deep breath, leaned against a big tree, and looked up at Yinyue.

The current him is extremely looking forward to knowing Mo Ling's current situation.

"Inheriting the relics left by the Zilian ancestor, sister Mo Ling will have no difficulty in becoming a saint in the future, and there is even a glimmer of hope to reach the level of the Zilian ancestor."

Both are women, and she is the princess of the dynasty, so she naturally knows about Mo Ling's affairs, and she is also amazed that this weak woman will become the hope of the dynasty.

"Excellent." Lu Feng's voice was a little hoarse.

"Feeling the pressure?" Ziyu stared at Lu Feng's handsome and firm face, and said, "Who says no, he will become a saint in the future, and the descendants of those saints in the dynasty are all proposing marriage to Mo Ling. The strongest bloodline was born."

"Those people? I'll hit as many as they come." Lu Feng lightly waved his fist and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing Lu Feng's actions, Zi Yu burst into a smile, narrowed his eyes and said, "You are very confident, and it's no wonder that sister Mo Ling would ruthlessly refuse, and how much Junxiu's heart was hurt."

"You don't understand." Lu Feng smiled slightly.

"However, she inherited the relics of the Zilian ancestor, and was burdened with a heavy burden on her shoulders. The heavy pressure of the dynasty is now on her body."

Ziyu couldn't bear it in her heart.

The Mu Xing Dynasty is so powerful that even her Zibing Dynasty does not have full confidence to survive this disaster, and it is very likely that the country will be ruined and its family will perish.

"She shouldn't have to bear such a great pressure alone. She and I will bear it for her soon."

He has the same enemy as Mo Ling, and she should not bear this burden.

Just let him bear all these pressures alone.

Seeing Lu Feng's serious look, Ziyu couldn't help but said: "But that was Emperor Mu Xing's dynasty, there are a lot of saints, and there are also ancient saints!"

Wanting to take on this burden is tantamount to a fool's dream.

But Zi Yu, when she looked at Lu Feng, couldn't think that Lu Feng was arrogant and blind.

"So what, even if the sky falls, I will carry it for her."

Lu Feng's eyes sharpened suddenly, with endless sharpness, he looked in the direction of Zibingzhou, and said to himself: "In the future, I will open up a world for you."

In the Zibing State shrouded in flames of war, the most powerful legion of the Mu Xing Dynasty gathered.

And that kind of horrific war, compared with Tianjiyuan, it is no different from a small fight, and it cannot be compared with it at all.

In the depths of countless palaces shrouded in purple light, there is a forbidden area guarded by the saints.

And within the restricted area, rich purple awns erupted, and countless ancient runes swirled, as if they were textures between heaven and earth, gorgeous and beautiful.

There was light shining in a lotus like amethyst, and there was a weak figure sitting cross-legged beside her, with waist-length purple hair scattered down, each strand was flawless and amazing.

But at this moment, her eyes opened instantly, exuding endless divine light.

The holy energy in her body became disordered uncontrollably at this moment, bursting out violent purple storms one after another.

Swish!
A figure suddenly appeared, looking anxiously at the emotional Mo Ling.

This person is exactly Mo Zhantian, and now he has stepped into the Quasi-Saint Realm.

"Daddy, I felt him just now." Mo Ling's crystal fingers exuding a hazy purple light pointed in one direction.

Mo Zhantian smiled wryly, and said softly: "You will soon pass through the third calamity of a saint, and there will be many past events in your heart, which are just your demons."

Of course he knew who the 'he' Mo Ling was talking about.

"It's not a demon, but a real feeling. He will definitely come within ten years."

Mo Ling shook his head slightly, affirming.

"Silly girl, you haven't forgotten the ten-year agreement, so what if you come, you will already be a saint by then, and his talent is evil, at most he can reach the Martial Realm, even if he is Nine Transformations, he can Anyway, with this kind of strength, you can't come to my Zibing Dynasty."

Back then when he brought Mo Ling back to the Zibing Dynasty, he thought that she was just a little more ancestral bloodline, but he never thought it would cause such a big commotion.

What's more, she didn't expect that she and the relics left by the Zilian ancestor were so incomparable that they could merge with the source of the ancient sage.

As for that kid, although his talent was good, he was only good.

There are many people who are better than him in the dynasty, and what's the use of coming.

Is it possible that relying on the strength that can reach Zunwu at most, can make the group of saints in the dynasty agree, and can't resolve all kinds of crises.

"Cultivate well, if you can reach the strength of the Zilian ancestor, not only will the crisis be resolved, but no one will be able to restrict your actions in the future."

Mo Zhantian comforted him, he couldn't bear to see his daughter like this, and he also knew that it was more difficult to reach the level of the Zilian ancestor than to ascend to the sky.

"Yes, he will definitely come. He will come to the imperial dynasty in ten years, and then it will definitely be the end of the Mu Xing emperor's dynasty!"

Within the restricted zone guarded by the saints, the girl's shrill and decisive voice sounded, echoing endlessly, making everyone's heart tremble violently.

(End of this chapter)