Bloodline Ares

Chapter 291 The Death of Zhi Lao

Xia Chen spent a whole month in retreat to sort out the memories in his mind with peace of mind, and this is considered to be the end of the sorting.But precisely because the combing was over, Xia Chen heaved a long sigh instead.

There are a total of 160 and eight protoss powerhouses, at least all of them are powerhouses above true spirits. If these people appear in the outside world now, they may be enough to sweep one side and become a giant power.

But these 160 eight unrivaled powerhouses are all dead now, and Xia Chen obtained their most precious memories, which is equivalent to owning the souls of 160 powerhouses, and each memory is a priceless treasure.

Perhaps these memories have no substantial improvement for Xia Chen now, but they will have immeasurable benefits for Xia Chen's practice in the future.

During this period of time, in addition to sorting out the memories in his mind, Xia Chen was studying the Yanshen Battlegear and the memories of the previous masters in the Yanshen Battlegear. These memories could help Xia Chen master the Yanshen Battlegear faster.

Therefore, within a month, Xia Chen was able to basically master the Flame God Battle Armor. After Xia Chen felt that it was almost the same, he left the room and asked Zhi Lao again for advice on the ancient divine language.

From spring to autumn, Xia Chen's life in the Siris tribe was very peaceful, and a year passed in the blink of an eye. Although he stayed in the plain of death, there was not much danger.

Ever since the encounter with the eight-faced monster, the Siris tribe has been very peaceful, and they even seem to have better luck when they go hunting.

"Master, I had a contest with Ah Hui today, haha, he said that I have improved significantly recently."

Wei Dong came to Xia Chen covered in sweat, Xia Chen raised his head and looked at Wei Dong. In this year, Wei Dong has actually changed the most.

Although the Demon God's Eye fell into a deep sleep and lost the help of the Demon God's Eye, Wei Dong's cultivation speed not only did not decrease, but actually accelerated a lot. This is also directly related to Xia Chen.

Because of the identity of the Xiachen God Clan, they are very respected in the Serisian tribe. As Xia Chen's disciple, Wei Dong is naturally taken care of by the Serisians. Every time he returns from hunting, he will give Wei Dong a sufficient amount flesh.

The method of demon gods practiced by Wei Dong is actually a method of plundering. As long as there is a sufficient supply of flesh and blood, he can keep plundering. Even those demon gods, I'm afraid they didn't have such good treatment for cultivation since they were young.

Therefore, Wei Dong's strength has developed rapidly, and his body is so strong that ordinary middle-grade treasures can't even cause any damage to Wei Dong's body.

"Okay, let's go in and have a rest."

Xia Chen nodded in satisfaction, he stood up, and walked towards Elder Zhi's residence again.

As usual, Xia Chen learned the ancient divine language from Zhi Lao. However, due to Xia Chen's faster and faster speed, he could only master thirty characters a day at first, but later, he was able to master forty, Fifty, until now, they can even master more than 100 ancient divine language characters every day, making rapid progress.

Now, Xia Chen has almost mastered most of the ancient divine language, so Elder Zhi has nothing to teach him. However, Xia Chen came here today to ask Elder Zhi about the Plain of Death.

Even though he is a Protoss and has acquired some memories, he still has no way to leave the Protoss, and Xia Chen believes that the Serisians who have been passed down for countless years must know the way to leave the Plain of Death.

"My lord, the ancient language of the gods has been completely mastered by you, and I have nothing left to teach you."

Elder Zhi said with a wry smile, but he showed great respect for Xia Chen in his eyes. Seres people are the servants of the gods, so their blood is determined. Seres people will always be the slaves of the gods, and they will not have a heart of betrayal.

"I'm not here today to study the ancient divine language. I'm here to say goodbye. But before I leave, I have one more important matter to ask, Mr. Zhi, you Serisians have been in the Plain of Death for countless years, and you really don't know how to leave Death. Plain way?"

Xia Chen stared at Elder Zhi closely and asked.

Elder Zhi smiled wryly and said: "Master God Clan, we dare not hide it. We Seres have actually lived here all the time, and we have never been too far away. Our understanding of the Death Plain is limited to the surrounding area. However, if we mention There are really some clues to the way to leave the plain of death."

"Oh, what clue?"

Xia Chen's eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly.

Elder Zhi seemed to be lost in memory, and said in a low voice: "More than 1000 years ago, a mysterious strongman came to our tribe. This mysterious strongman was about the same size as a God Clan master, and he was also an outsider. However, this strong man But it is very powerful, comparable to a sixth-order monster. He once mentioned that he just entered the death plain to find something, and then he would find a sixth-order monster and leave the death plain. If the gods want to leave the death plain, I'm afraid I have to look for the sixth-order monster."

"A sixth-order monster?"

Xia Chen's heart trembled a little. The sixth-order monsters are tyrannical existences comparable to the real spirits. Xia Chen couldn't resist even a single breath. Wouldn't it be extremely dangerous to be in front of the sixth-order monsters?

As for the mysterious strong man, it is likely to be an existence beyond the true spirit, so naturally he is not afraid of sixth-order monsters.However, even those who surpassed the true spirit had to find sixth-order monsters to leave the plain of death, which meant that perhaps only the sixth-order monsters in the plain of death could leave the plain of death.

Thinking of this, Xia Chen recalled that back in Wuji City, the sixth-order monster three-tailed necrotic bird not only left the Death Plain, but also gathered an army of monsters to send them out of death continuously. plain.

Combined with this, Xia Chen's eyes light up slightly, he seems to know something, if he wants to leave the Death Plain, he may have to rely on the sixth-order monsters in the Death Plain.

However, how can it be so easy to find a sixth-order monster?And even if he found it, how could he get the sixth-order monster to help him and send himself, Wei Dong and others out of the plain of death?

For a while, Xia Chen fell into deep thought.

Elder Zhi didn't bother Xia Chen either. After a long time, Xia Chen took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what, I must leave the plain of death. I will leave here tomorrow."

"Leave here? Lord God Race, this plain of death is very dangerous, if you leave here rashly..."

Zhi Lao's meaning is obvious, in fact, he has already seen that Xia Chen's strength is very weak, and it is very dangerous in the death plain.

"I have obtained the treasures left by the ancestors of the Protoss, so there is no problem in self-protection."

Xia Chen smiled slightly, but he had already made up his mind, so he would not change it. He had to find a way to leave the plain of death.

Elder Zhi opened his mouth, but he didn't continue to persuade, but asked: "When will the Lord God Race plan to leave?"

"The sooner the better, about three days later."

Afterwards, Xia Chen got up and left, while Zhi Lao had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was struggling.After a long time, Zhi Lao stood up, as if he had made up his mind, he also left the house and walked towards the patriarch's residence.

Back in the house, Xia Chen also briefly explained the reason to Wei Dong. He planned to leave in three days, and Wei Dong naturally had no objection. He didn't want to be trapped in the plain of death forever, but also wanted to leave.

So, three days passed in a hurry, Xia Chen had already packed everything, took Wei Dong and Xiao Jin, and was about to say goodbye to Elder Zhi, but when he came to the door of Elder Zhi's house, he found that the door was tightly closed. Close, there is no figure of Zhi Lao in the room.

Xia Chen frowned, feeling a little strange that Elder Zhi usually stayed in the room all the time.

Soon, Xia Chen saw many Serisians gathered here, and the leader was the patriarch. All the Serisians knelt on the ground and saluted Xia Chen.

The people of Siris only give a half salute to the Protoss, and they only give a big salute to the Flame God, but Xia Chen also feels very uncomfortable with such a half salute.

"Patriarch, get up quickly, where is Elder Zhi?"

Xia Chen frowned and asked.

The patriarch did not answer directly, but asked Xia Chen: "Lord of the God Race, Zhi Lao and I agreed that we hope to send a Siris warrior to accompany the Lord of the God Race and fight for the Lord of the God Race! We Siris are the God Race The most loyal servants and warriors, even in ancient times, the king of Siris among us Siris, even accompanied and fought for the great god, please do not refuse, Lord God Clan."

Xia Chen understood that it was because the Serisians were afraid that they were too weak and wanted to send a Serisians to protect him. Xia Chen only thought about this request for a while, and then immediately nodded in agreement.

"No problem, who are you going to send?"

Xia Chen asked curiously.

"Anan, from today onwards, you will be a warrior under the command of Lord God Clan. Don't lose face to us Siris!"

The patriarch waved his hand behind him, and a tall and burly Serisian stood up. It was Anan who brought Xia Chen and others back to the Serisian tribe.

Anan is the youngest warrior in the Serisian tribe, and he has great potential. He is even expected to become the strongest warrior among the Serisians and serve as the patriarch.

However, as far as Xia Chen knows, this Anan is at best comparable to the strength of a fourth-order monster, and his height does not exceed ten meters. The height of the patriarch was gone.And the aura all over his body is extremely strong, it seems to be comparable to those fifth-order monsters.

The improvement of the strength of the Siris is actually very slow, and it can only be improved a little in units of tens or hundreds of years. Like Anan, it is really strange that the strength has improved so much in such a short period of time.

"Where is Elder Zhi?"

Xia Chen's tone sank, he felt something was wrong, on such an occasion, Elder Zhi would come no matter what, but now, he did not find Elder Zhi's figure.

"In order to train Anan, Elder Zhi also hoped that there would be a powerful warrior by his side. Therefore, all the flesh and blood of Elder Zhi was integrated into Anan's body through the ancestral spirit pool."

The patriarch raised his head and said slowly.

Xia Chen's heart was shocked. He knew what the patriarch meant. Zhi Lao was dead, and maybe a Sirisian could be reborn in Zu Lingchi, but Zhi Lao was no longer.

"died……"

Xia Chen glanced at Anan's tall body, his eyes were full of complexities.

(End of this chapter)