Super Bloodline: The Devouring System

"Goodbye." Qin fan used his last strength to dig a grave for himself.

A Sophora tree, swaying with the wind, scattered large white petals, the ground is very lonely.

There was no imaginary King coming back, and there were not so many people seeing him off. No one even knew that Qin fan was dead.

……

"Brother Dead In Shangjie, Qin xianben was in a coma. Suddenly, he woke up.

Tears from the corner of the eye, flow unstoppably, wet the whole sheet.

Boom!

At this moment, Qin battle day long roar, around the body, nine green lights suddenly bright, candle flickering.

The earth is shaking, and no one can stop the old patriarch when he is not born.

"Kill With long black hair and an ancient sword in hand, it looks like the return of a god of war. "Heifeng cave, Hades Hall Ha ha. "

Step out, step ten thousand li, appear again, already in a hall.

With a sword, the underworld Hall of nuota suddenly becomes fragmented. A dead bone on the ground suddenly cracked, and no one dared to resist.

This is the most shining king in the past. He comes from the Qin nationality and can fight all over the world.

"King of heaven, spare my life!" Someone is opening his mouth and wailing, who can not tremble in the face of the king of the past.

The fury of the Qin Dynasty was irresistible. How could they hear so much? Cracks began to appear in this state.

He is really too strong. He has been recuperating for thousands of years. Instead of retreating, he has advanced.

In the end, there are strong people who are not born to reconcile, and this matter will come to an end.

"It won't end like this at the beginning. When I find out, all participants will have to pay the price." Put down a word, holding a long sword in hand, disappear here.

Overnight, the seven forces disappeared, all of them were the people who had participated in that matter.

"On this day, there will be chaos again. Who dares to mention what happened in those years will touch the interests of some people." There was a sneer and no fear. At the beginning, when Qin fan was born, he really scared a group of people.

"How angry is this guy? After all, he can't represent the whole Qin people."

It was on this day, at night, suddenly an old man appeared, carrying a bloody long knife, eyes red, with blood in the flow.

The most famous Heifeng cave was a river of blood overnight. A hundred thousand disciples fell into a pool of blood and were slaughtered.

"The king came back!" This moment, cause more people panic.

This man had too many rumors, even more terrible than Qin zhantian, with countless blood in his hands.

As a last resort, Lao Wang suppressed the incident, and no one mentioned it again.

……

After this day, Fang Ling washed his face with tears, and his mother and daughter felt that Qin fan was not angry.

"Fan'er, don't worry. It's my mother who's sorry for you. Give me another period of time and wait for me to avenge you!"

Sitting on the white jade, he looks like a fairy in the cold. Two beams of light are emitted from his eyes and he looks far away.

"Give me an order, I'll get everything ready. It's not far from the war."

On both sides, a shadow of action, as the parents of the princess, strength is also very strong.

"Well, father, you went to three thousand states alone for faner, but now you are still out. You must come back alive."

There is a touch of hope in my eyes. It's empty and cold here.

Fang Ling's father, Qin fan's grandfather, was angry after his accident and went to three thousand states alone.

Unfortunately, he was ambushed by the three elders. He didn't expect that he would escape for 100000 Li and never come back.

The only good news is that people are still alive and the jade slips of life are still shining.

That war created the prestige of jiushanhai. Since then, no one has dared to provoke easily.

……

Lower bound. Qin fan died. On this day, Beihai changed.

The sea water flowed to the West and the East, and even more, it flowed into the southern wasteland over a long distance, which tended to submerge the lower boundary completely.

"Well, you're dead. It's time to rest. You're looking for someone else."

The old chieftain of the Ji family appeared, holding a void mirror in his hand, emitting a dense light.

Voice down, the North Sea is not calm, but more surging, like the end of the world.

"Hum!"

This is, Master Li appears, holding Jianmu in hand, can communicate with this world.

A total of three undeveloped strong men appeared and suppressed Beihai, which did not cause this disaster.

Qin fan and Beihai have long been interlinked. With his fall, Beihai seems to be in a rage. On this day, millions of people died.

"Alas, it's a pity that a young Tianjiao has fallen like this."

"Heaven is jealous of talents. It's a legend to grow up as a young emperor who's only a hundred years old."

The news of Qin fan's premature death spread in the lower world, and everyone's performance was different."I haven't entered the upper world yet. Maybe it's the only one who can enter the upper world for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the myth has ended."

The old man sighed, as if he thought of something, and the sadness in his eyes was more intense.

"It's extraordinary to dare a real saint to fight, and even win!" Some people set up tombstones and sculptures to pray for him.

But more people are a burst of sarcasm, heart settled down, after all, such a young man alive easy to make people panic, unable to lift their heads.

If you think about it carefully, it's really like this. Since Qin fan's accident, all his heavenly pride has been defeated, and no one is an enemy.

On the contrary, it further proves that Qin fan's strength, rising in the dilapidation, and the loss of origin at the age of seven, can all come to this step.

It can be said that no matter how much it is, it is useless. Now it has fallen, and the body is dead, and it has become a piece of loess.

"Don't let me find his grave, or I won't mind digging it out." At this time, some people sneer, but also set off a wave of digging graves.

Some people came to canglongmen to look for Qin fan's tombstone. Unfortunately, there was no news, and all the people who went there died.

"And the veterans of the state of Qin are still alive, making the final sacrifice? In that case, it's time to look for it many years later! "

After a long time, no one mentioned it.

According to some statistics, the lower bound lost nearly one fifth of the population this time, which is shocking. When the catastrophe came, half of the strong disappeared.

"It's a pity that I didn't find it. Otherwise, I would have a deeper understanding of the ancient mountain."

Taigu holy mountain, an old man's bold words, a time of unlimited scenery.

"It's good to die. In that case, the original grudge is over."

In xiaoxumi mountain, there is an ancient monk sitting with his hands together and sighing in a low voice.

Long tone, if this young man is still alive, for xiaoxumishan, it is undoubtedly the end of a war, he must be killed as soon as possible.

"I'm afraid that the ancient tree of Bodhi Valley, which he harbors, has disappeared in that war." Buddhism fell silent and no one mentioned it again.

The legend of Qin fan has been fading for a long time.

No matter how strong it is, it's just a dead man and can't attract attention.

Half a year later, changes suddenly, some people still remember the name.

Jinwu tribe.

A big man, with his bare upper body, rose to the sky, holding a kitchen knife in his hand. His muscles were blue and his face was furious.

"Ha ha, very good, very good, move my brother, must pay the price!"

"Taigu holy mountain, is it very strong? Let your grandfather teach you how to make a pig!"

When they said this, many people were frightened and trembled.

"Master..." The old clan leader was very careful there. He stepped forward and felt for a moment. After that, the whole person was shaking, "isn't it..."

Cai Jia nodded, but the anger in her eyes didn't subside.

"A group of old bastards, dare to touch my brother, all give me to die!"

On this day, a riot broke out in the West desert, and thousands of fierce beasts emerged from the depths of the wilderness. They obeyed Cai Jia's orders and killed Taigu holy mountain.

On the way, the imperial dynasty they passed turned into rice flour and became food rations. One common feature of these people is that they have a grudge against Qin fan.

"Oh, my God, is there going to be a riot again? What the hell happened! "

There are people who don't know where to look up and roar, with panic in their eyes.

This war happened too fast. In just a few days, the curtain came down again, and the ending was terrible.

According to people familiar with the matter, Taigu holy mountain lost more than half of its strength after the war, and it was afraid to go out.

Cai Jia, who has won the complete inheritance of Si long, is seriously injured and dying, and narrowly escaped.

"When I really get the inheritance, I'll learn from Taigu mountain. All of you will pay the price!"

Put down the cruel words, disappear in an instant, so that many people can't sleep at night. One king falls, while another rises.

"Alas, the lower world is not peaceful, but it will be stable in the end."

Just when people thought that this matter would gradually come to an end, war broke out again.

The Li family had the means to go against the heaven, to build the wood, to revive the origin, to communicate with heaven and earth, and to kill the Taigu holy mountain overnight.

"Deceive me, is there no one in Taigu mountain? Well, in that case, pay the price! "

On this day, there was an old king roaring in Taigu holy mountain. He was forced to kill a fake Saint from the south to the East. He wanted to kill the Li family. Strangely, he was stopped.

Since then, the chaotic situation in the lower border has stabilized, and no one dares to mention it.

Qin fan is a dead man after all. Who can remember him except his brother.

The war had a profound impact, and some forces in the upper world were shocked to learn the name of Qin fan. However, with the vast upper boundary, the curtain fell again in just a few days."Is the devil dead? It's impossible. How can such a bad man die young?"

Ziyu sat in the palace and opened her mouth in surprise after hearing the news.

"Goddess, from the fragments in your memory, this young man can be called a demon." The old woman had a jade slip in her hand. After checking for a moment, her eyes were deep. "If Tianjiao is still alive, it's also a kind of nature to cross into yaochi."

"When he was seven years old, the young man who could become a saint on the spot was nothing. He was far less successful than he was then."

At this time, a woman in Imperial costume came out from the outside, looked at an ancient book in her hand, and shook her head thoughtfully.