Among the five hells, it is so vast that even if it takes a lifetime, one cannot find its end. There are not only boundless continents here, but also countless seas.

On the edge of the ocean, there are also countless countries and countless cities.

Ao Wen's castle is built on a mountain near the coast. Although it is only a small castle, it is not as large as some cities.

But everyone who walks out of here, whether they are masters or slaves, holds their heads high and looks proud.

Because this is the Aowen family, the Aowen family that rules three nearby small coastal countries. What's more, Aowen Changkong is also a noble golden warrior. This makes the Aowen family even more difficult to provoke by anyone nearby.

Terrorist forces.

At this time, in a secret room in the magnificent castle of the Aowen family, the ancestor of the Aowen family, Aowen Changkong, was holding his head and rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.

Although Aowen Changkong successfully saved his life by using a substitute charm, this does not mean that Aowen Changkong was not injured.

Each substitute talisman contains a part of the original owner's soul. The destruction of the substitute talisman also means that part of Aowen Changkong's soul is completely destroyed.

Aowen Changkong, who was far away in the castle, suffered huge injuries almost immediately. The soul was always the most fragile and the most difficult to repair. Suddenly a part of the soul was missing. The pain was like that of a part of the body.

If it is cut off, the pain will be magnified ten times.

After half an hour, Aowen Zhangkong, who was rolling on the ground, gradually stopped. Only his eyes were filled with malice, hatred, and endless murderous intent.

"Xia Jun, Blade Warrior, I, Aowen Changkong, must kill you, kill you!"

It's no wonder that Aowen Changkong is so resentful. You must know that the strength of the soul is the key to whether the Holy Lord can be promoted to the emperor level.

Once the soul is damaged, Aowen Changkong will always stay at the Holy Lord level, with no further hope. Thinking of this, Aowen Changkong is afraid and hates Xia Jun.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps, and then a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old rushed in quickly, "Ancestor, what happened?"

This young man is the grandson of Aowen Changkong. His face is smeared with makeup, and his eyes always have a hint of evil intentions. At first glance, he looks like a playboy with a oily head and a pink face.

But for this grandson, Aowen Changkong loved him very much and always indulged his naughty nature. He also cared for him very much and would not let him go even if there was even the slightest danger.

Because of this, the last time the Ao Wen family launched a large-scale attack on the earth, all the elite disciples of the Ao Wen family were dispatched. Only Ao Wenhong stayed at home and continued to bully men and women, thus escaping the disaster.

Ao Wenhong also knew that he had done many evil things and had enemies all over the place. In addition to being very stubborn, he would seize every opportunity to flatter Ao Wen Changkong, his ancestor.

At this time, when he heard Aowen Changkong's screams, he rushed over immediately without even thinking about it.

Aowen Changkong was resenting Xia Jun for cutting off his path. Suddenly he saw his grandson. His heart suddenly moved. He stared at Aowenhong and said in a strange tone: "Hong'er, I usually

How about you? Now, I have a favor to ask of you. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"

"Grandpa is very kind to his grandson. Don't mention one thing, even if the grandpa wants his life, the grandson will never frown!" Ao Wenhong quickly made a respectful look and worked hard.

The horse racing trail.

When Ao Wen Changkong heard this, he was also very satisfied. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he nodded and said: "Jie Jie, he is indeed my favorite grandson. Hong'er, to tell you the truth, my soul is suffering."

If the damage cannot be repaired, there will be no further chance in this life."

"What, ancestor, your soul is damaged? Do you need your grandson to find some elixir? Your grandson will send someone to buy it right now!" Ao Wenhong always felt that Ao Wen Changkong looked at him with a somewhat horrified expression, and his face turned pale.

Some.

"No, unless it is a god-level medicinal material, no spiritual medicine can cure my injury. Unless I can swallow the souls of some people with souls similar to mine, there may be a glimmer of hope..." Aowen Changkong licked his lips.

His eyes were getting more and more crazy.

Seeing this look, Ao Wenhong was stunned for a moment. He was not an idiot. He knelt down with a plop and begged: "Ancestor, please forgive me. I am your grandson, your most beloved grandson!"

"Hong'er, I don't want to kill you. If you want to blame, blame that Xia Jun. He didn't kill my clone. Why did I do this? Besides, you didn't just say that I wanted your life.

, you won’t frown either?” Aowen Changkong’s tone became increasingly cold.

Ao Wenhong's face became paler and paler, he got up and ran outside, shouting as he ran: "Ancestor, I'm just talking, please spare my life, someone is here, my ancestor is possessed by a demon, come quickly

People!"

"Run, where are you running? You just said it. I have admitted the truth. It doesn't matter if I am possessed by a demon. As long as I have enough power, I can get whatever I want! Roar..."

Ao Wen Changkong suddenly let out a beast-like roar from his mouth, then moved his body and rushed directly to Ao Wenhong, imprisoned his body, and instantly took out Ao Wenhong's soul, then opened his big mouth and bit him in one bite

Go down.

Ahhhhhhh...

A shrill scream that was not like a human voice resounded in the sky above the Aowen family's castle.

At the same time, in the Great Desert City, countless wealthy family heads had already turned into a mess. The virtuous emperor was killed, and all the gold-level holy masters were wiped out. It was like a hurricane that swept through the entire Great Desert City in an instant.

Countless wealthy family heads were shocked, especially those families that had lost their Holy Master, and completely collapsed to the ground.

"How could this happen? There were more than a dozen Holy Masters, and there were emperor-level masters sitting in charge, and they all died on Earth!"

"Is there anything impossible? I heard that the Earth also produced an emperor-level master, and he was a blade warrior. Even the virtuous emperor was beheaded on the spot, and his soul did not escape!"

"What, Blade Warrior? How is it possible? Since the death of the God of Slaughter, the Blade Warrior has declined. How can there be an emperor-level Blade Warrior now!"

"Big news, this is huge news. The blood of the Holy Lords cannot be shed in vain. We can't deal with this Xia army. There will always be someone who can avenge us. Pass this news out. We must let all the big forces know."

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The families whose Holy Lord died were full of grief and anger. They did not want to take revenge openly, but they did not hinder the spread of Xia Jun's news.

The rest of the wealthy clans have also woken up. Yes, they can't deal with the Xia army, but there are always some powerful beings who are not afraid of the Blade Warriors.

Suddenly, in the deserted city, countless transmission symbols flew out from the sky above the city like raindrops. With the circulation of these transmission symbols, the news that the Blade Warriors had appeared on the earth soon spread throughout the five prisons.

The entire five prisons immediately became excited. The Blade Warrior, and the Blade Warrior at the emperor level, heard the news, and countless people felt unbelievable.

The major ancient tribes, major empires, major temples, and even some virtual gods and virtual demons were all shocked, and then they all turned their attention to the earth and Tai City.

Some of these eyes were greedy, some were suspicious, some were cold...but none of them were friendly.
Chapter completed!