infinite power system

Chapter 177 Sword Dao Luck
Now it was the turn of late winter and early spring, scattered snowflakes swirled in the air, and then melted in the hot air exhaled by the Demon Emperor.

"Tang Feng, I have an unfeeling request, and I hope you can agree."

When he said this, Lu Yelan looked sincere, restraining his arrogance as an emperor.

Seeing this, Tang Feng was startled. Lu Yelan beheaded the Golden Crow King, put down the rebellion, and his cultivation surpassed the holy realm with one foot. What else can he help.

Lu Yelan also knew that Tang Feng was puzzled, and said seriously: "Tang Feng, I hope that when the big turmoil comes, you can take care of the monsters and save Yunran's life."

Tang Feng's pupils shrank imperceptibly, and asked, "Is the Demon Emperor going on a long journey?"

He asked implicitly, the great turmoil swept the boundless human world, which place can avoid the disaster, and Lu Yelan wanted him to take care of the monsters, so there was only one possibility - to leave the human world.

Lu Yelan didn't shy away from it, nodded and said: "That's true, I don't have much time, I'm afraid I can't wait until the big turmoil comes."

Tang Feng's thoughts changed, Lu Yelan seemed to be forced to leave the human world, otherwise he would not have taken care of his own daughter flawlessly.

But if you leave the human world, where can you go?Is it Tianyu Holy Land?

Seeing that Tang Feng didn't make a sound for a while, Lu Yelan's eyes darkened, and he sighed: "Tang Feng, I know that there was a battle between the Yaozu and Lianghuang, and I asked you to take care of the Yaozu..."

"Senior Demon Emperor, you are overthinking."

Tang Feng smiled, glanced at Lu Yunran who was drinking Coke, and said: "The Demon Emperor can even give me such a god as stealing the sky ruler, how can I be so stingy?"

"Also, Yunran takes good care of me, even if Senior Demon Emperor doesn't say anything, I will take care of him."

Hearing this, Lu Yelan, who is the demon emperor, actually thanked Tang Feng softly.

"Tang Feng, it's not so easy for you to control the desolation. If there is a place where the monster race is needed..."

Tang Feng smiled lightly, and then said: "Senior, the road to the throne is destined to be unstable, but since this is what I have to shoulder, I can only forge ahead. I appreciate the kindness of the senior."

Lu Yelan took a deep look at Tang Feng, nodded, and said, "Yes, you are really extraordinary, and you are destined to be a golden scale that will jump over the dragon gate."

Tang Feng smiled speechlessly.

Lu Yelan admired Tang Feng even more in his heart, and when he turned his palm over, a cold box appeared.

"This can be regarded as a congratulatory gift prepared by the Emperor for your ascension to the Desolate Throne, and I will give it to you in advance now."

When Tang Feng's spiritual sense touched the wooden box, his mind was shocked.

This is nothing but the bloody head of the Golden Crow King.

The Golden Crow King had a special status. Even if he died as the leader of the rebel army, Yu Li should be buried properly, but Lu Yelan actually kept the head of the Golden Crow King.

"Thank you senior!"

Tang Feng saluted Lu Yelan, this gift was too precious to him.

Back then when the Yaozu and Lianghuang fought, the Jinwu clan slaughtered countless Lianghuang men, and the Golden Crow King even took off the heads of many famous generals in Lianghuang, so King Jinwu was regarded as the number one enemy of Lianghuang.

Although the news that he beheaded the Golden Crow King with a single sword would surely spread to Desolation, it was too far-fetched after all, and the soldiers in Desolation would only think that this was a false campaign for him, but the head of the Golden Crow King would be huge. Not the same.

Regardless of the truth, the bloody head of the Golden Crow King is here, and Tang Feng is the one who wiped out the entire Desolate Enemy. In this way, it would be unreasonable for anyone to refuse to accept him as the Desolate King.

"You were the one who beheaded the Golden Crow King, so you should have given his head to you."

Lu Yelan smiled slightly, then walked towards the crowd, picked up a glass of Coke and drank it.

Suddenly, a general walked into the courtyard, half-kneeled on the ground facing Lu Yelan, and said, "Report to the Demon Emperor, the envoy of the Sea Clan is here."

Lu Yelan hovered in the air holding the jade cup, and asked, "Who is the messenger?"

General Chuanxin replied: "Prince of the Hai Clan, Dai Luo."

Lu Yelan nodded, and left with Lu Yunran and others.

For a while, the courtyard returned to silence, and the sound of whimpering could be heard when the cold wind blew through.

Song Binghe turned the jade cup, looked at Tang Feng and said: "Boy, Lu Yelan has entrusted you with something, so he will protect you well, so you don't need my guard when you go back to Desolation."

Tang Feng frowned and asked, "Senior, are you going to the lonely city of Mobei?"

Song Binghe was not hypocritical, nodded and said: "It's time to go."

Tang Feng frowned slightly, and sighed: "Senior, have you really thought it through?"

Song Binghe glared at Tang Feng angrily, and shouted: "Of course I've thought it through, why are you talking so much, brat?"

Tang Feng smiled and didn't speak, but his eyes were a little dark.

Martial saint Gu Xizhou has stood in the world for a hundred years, but now no one knows what level he has reached. Song Binghe insisted on going to the isolated city of Mobei because he reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and could no longer see the way forward.

The so-called death is dead when one hears the Tao in the morning, so it is.

"Boy, the way of swordsmanship is withered, and the luck of this way has been scattered in the human world for endless years, and now it has been divided up."

Song Binghe looked up at the empty sky and sighed for no reason.

"A hundred years ago, the old sword god was born with the luck of the sword, rose from the mortal world, and climbed to the top of the world, but in the end he was defeated by Gu Xizhou, and lost a large part of the luck of the sword in the lonely city of Mobei. "

"As a swordsman, I have no reason to see this luck of the sword falling in the lonely city of Mobei. This was the case 40 years ago, and it is even more so today 40 years later. If I die, there will be others The lonely city of Mobei has found this luck."

"One day, someone will hold a dragon and snake in his hand, use the worldly sword luck to shape the godhead, ignite his own divine fire, and push the sword to the extreme again."

Tang Feng looked at the ripples in the jade cup and said nothing.

"Boy, do you still remember the eighteen-style sword move?" Song Binghe squinted at Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded.

Song Binghe smiled, and said: "The old man has learned about swords for a year, and finally realized these eighteen moves. I thought that since I was going to the lonely city of Mobei, it didn't make sense to bring it into the coffin. It's very different to want to pass it on to others, but now you and I are considered friends who have forgotten each other, so Yu Li should pass it on to you."

Tang Feng thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "Senior, are you going to pass on my sword moves?"

Song Binghe glanced at Tang Feng, smiled suddenly, then shook his head.

Tang Feng's face darkened in an instant, didn't the meaning of Song Binghe's words be to pass on his sword moves.But what does shaking his head mean.

Song Binghe smiled as if he had succeeded, and said: "What I mean is, I didn't find a suitable successor, so I wanted to pass on the eighteen-style sword to you, but now I have found a suitable successor."

Hearing this, Tang Feng was surprised. During this journey, most of the people they came into contact with were monster races. Could it be that Song Binghe valued a monster race?
(End of this chapter)