Legend of Kyushu Sky

Chapter 392 Yan Kaixia

"Yuan'er..."

The silver-haired old man's tone was full of complex emotions, nostalgia, sentimentality, and even a hint of hostility filled it, which made Qiong Cang's heart tremble, and his body almost couldn't help launching an attack.

But he knows that he must not do this, because in the face of absolute strength, everything is futile!
"Senior..." Qiong Cang spoke in a trembling voice. The old man seemed to have no aura blooming from all over his body, but standing in front of him, he somehow felt a strong sense of oppression, which made his voice unable to breathe. settle down.

The silver-haired old man raised his wrinkled right hand, and Qiong Kong glanced at it. Although it was only one hand, he seemed to be able to see the glorious posture of the old man who ruled the world and smiled proudly on the battlefield in the past.

The silver-haired old man stopped Qiong Cang from speaking, looked at Qiong Cang and said slowly, "Can you let me have a look at the Silver Winged Demon Sword?"

Qiong Cang's heart was shocked. How did he find out that even a strong man in the holy position could not easily feel the existence of the Armed Star Destroyer, let alone the contact between the two was only ten minutes!
Seeing Qiong Cang's surprise and vigilance, the silver-haired old man showed a soft smile: "Yuan'er... Yan Yuan is my grandson!"

A word made Qiong Cang's heart tremble immediately, and countless information flooded into his heart. The identity of the silver-haired old man was about to be revealed in front of him. He felt his heart beating, and his face flushed with excitement.

Yan Kaixia, the oldest saint powerhouse in the human race, participated in the last decisive battle in ancient times and survived the old man. His strength is absolutely unrivaled. Although he is not any one of the four saints, but on In terms of strength, he will never lose to any of the Four Sages!
And what made Qiong Cang feel the most kind is that the old man in front of him is the dean of Pojun Academy, and the reason why he was able to enter Pojun Academy without passing the examination was because of this old senior who said hello!

"Principal!" Qiongcang clapped his hands and said in respect, no matter from which aspect, Yan Kaixia deserves the respect of anyone!

There was a smile on Yan Kaixia's face, and the wrinkles on her face were stretched out: "Boy Qiong, this is our first meeting, and I was entrusted by the son of an old friend to let you in, so at least you have never let me down .”

"Senior love!" Qiong Cang said quickly, this is not modesty, anyone who is evaluated by a holy powerhouse is a supreme honor, let alone the oldest holy powerhouse in the human race.

Yan Kaixia nodded, and then looked hopeful: "Yuan'er..."

Qiongcang flipped his right hand, and the Silver Winged Demon Sword appeared in his hand. The blade of the Silver Winged Demon Sword exuded a silver light. Although it was just a touch, it seemed brighter than the moon in the sky!
Seeing this sword, Yan Kaixia's eyes were filled with mist. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and stroked the blade of the Silver Winged Demon Sword, and murmured: "Yuan'er, after so many years, you finally came back, but But heaven and man are separated forever, and we can no longer see each other in this life..."

Qiong Cang sighed in his heart when he heard that, the Yan family was weak, and it was said that Yan Kaixia's senior's son and wife died in the front line. At that time, Yan Yuan was just a baby waiting to be fed. Pain, from then on, he devoted himself to cultivating Yan Yuan, making him the mainstay of the human race, Yan Yuan also strived for success, and reached the position of emperor when he was less than a hundred years old, but just became emperor, he died in the battle on the northern front!

Senior Yan Kaixia lived for more than 8000 years, but experienced the pain of bereavement of sons and grandchildren. What a blow to an old man, and this Yan family is also gone. Only Yan Kaixia is left. From then on, Yan Kaixia seldom appeared in public, not even attending the holy meeting, as if she had sunk down.

For Yan Kaixia's series of sad past events, everyone sympathizes and grieves, but the deceased has passed away, and it is impossible to resurrect it even with great ability. Beisheng, as the most serious holy throne, has raised it more than once Dissatisfaction with Yan Kaixia.

"Senior Yan Kaixia...just want to see his grandson for the last time..." Qiong Cang sighed in his heart.

"Ah..." After a long while, Yan Kaixia sighed, looked at the Silver Winged Demon Sword and said, "Yuan'er, it's my wish to see you for the last time, Silver Winged Demon Sword, I hope you can find a Good place to stay..."

At this time, Yan Kaixia's eyes revealed an unprecedented light. He handed the Silver Winged Demon Sword back to Qiong Cang's hand, hesitated for a while and asked, "How did Yuan'er die?"

Qiongcang looked into Yan Kaixia's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Demon Race, Demon Emperor Yanlan!"

boom!
A terrifying murderous intent bloomed from Yan Kaixia's body, Qiongcang showed shock, how many people's dead souls have accumulated in this murderous intent, it must not stop!
At this moment, the moon in the sky seemed to dim for a while, dark clouds covered, thunder rumbled, and even the earth trembled slightly, the Holy Throne was angry, and the sky trembled!

But in just a moment, the murderous aura on Yan Kaixia disappeared completely, his eyes showed killing intent, and a cold and arrogant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Devil Emperor Yanlan, Demon Emperor Yanlan, Yanlan... "

Hearing that voice full of killing intent, Qiong Cang's heart shuddered, the life of Demon Emperor Yan Lan was difficult!

Yan Kaixia's eyes gradually calmed down, and her breath became extremely peaceful. She really stared at the sky and said, "I hope you can find an outstanding successor. I don't want Yuan'er's power to be lost in this world." Mark of."

"Principal, don't worry, she will definitely satisfy you!" Yan Yuan himself is a strong man at the top of the throne, and Qiong Cang naturally doesn't want his abilities to be buried here. Besides, Qi Xin's Yuanli attribute is the same as his, so he will definitely be able to teach Qi Xin Lots and lots of stuff.

"Okay, with your words, I'm relieved!" Yan Kaixia patted Qiongcang's shoulder, and immediately made Qiongcang a little flattered. The power of the holy throne is high, and the power of the emperor may not necessarily receive this honor.

Yan Kaixia looked at the Silver Winged Demon Sword again with complex eyes, turned around, and disappeared completely without leaving a trace, just like he appeared silently and left silently.

Qiong Cang admired it deeply, this is the strength of the holy powerhouse, the strength of the holy powerhouse has reached the point of returning to the basics, they appear or disappear in a single thought.

"You...why didn't you see your grandfather?" After a moment of silence, Qiong Cang asked.

An illusory figure appeared in front of Qiong Cang, with tears in his eyes, he replied, "No, this is the best meeting!"

Qiongcang thought for a moment, then sighed, no, it was indeed the best meeting.

Neither of the two noticed that in the distant void, a figure was looking at this direction, looking at that illusory figure, with nostalgia and doting in his eyes, after all, he controlled his mood, sighed, and disappeared into the void .

Yan Yuan looked into the distance and murmured: "Grandpa, your grandson is not filial. If you have a chance in your next life, I will honor you well."

Looking at Yan Yuan's back, Qiongcang sighed in his heart, feeling a little sad.

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(To be continued)
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