The Bloody Seven Leaves were defeated, leaving pieces of bloody ashes scattered on the ruin-like black earth.

In the blink of an eye, roots took root, branches and leaves spread, and it grew into an eight-foot-tall sunflower. The sunflowers bloomed toward the sun.

The sunflower disk is like a smiling face facing the sun. The golden radiance exudes brings endless comfort.

It seems that under this golden light, Fenglan's body is being crushed and tempered over and over again.

Yang Dingtian let out a low murmur.

Feng Lan knew that they were communicating, but the words they used could not be sensed by the Sacred Heart Mantra and could not be heard clearly.

Such a landing can give birth to a new biological race, which makes Fenglan extremely puzzled and cannot figure out the reason.

He gradually lost sympathy and sympathy for the killings between species of creatures.

They are like weeds on the prairie, which cannot be burned out by night fire.

He continues to wander, constantly devouring vicious tendrils of vegetation, and his strength continues to grow.

In this world, there is no night, the sky is always foggy and the light is dim.

After the wind swallowed up a giant lion-like tendril of vegetation, it chose an open space to rest.

I'm thinking about whether to go back and see what's going on in Time Island.

Then I thought about it, that handsome young man who was a complete stranger lived in the most unfamiliar world.

For a moment, as soon as I thought about it, I thought of the world where the handsome young man lived.

***

The sun is shining brightly.

Under the sky, thick blood mist spread.

On the earth, blood flowed into rivers, and thousands of houses turned into ruins.

Everywhere you can see corpses that are still warm, and people who are dying with gurgling sounds in their throats.

The bustling streets that used to be bustling with people are now filled with only dead silence.

Not far away, a damaged cart was stuck deep in the blood-soaked sandy road. A brand new dragon-shaped stuffed animal was carried on the shaft of the cart, swaying in the wind.

Directly opposite the dragon-shaped puppet's head, more than ten feet away, was a child split in half by a sharp blade.

His left hand is still pointing at the dragon-shaped stuffed animal, making a pinching gesture.

In the dog hole on the other side, a figure was lying down.

It was a young man of about twenty-two years old. He was dressed in tatters and looked like a beggar. He had a big orange sword under his body.

The young man's eyes were dry, as if his tears had dried up, and his expression was dull, allowing a river of blood to flow through his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, a group of elite cavalry swept through like a tornado, turning this border town into a dead place.

The young man knew very well that they were the most elite Longwu guards in the empire, one of the eight strongest guards in the empire, and were led by a powerful war commander.

The Longwu "Guardian" is only responsible for wars and never participates in any wars within the empire.

Fenglan's thoughts that resided in the young man's body, after integrating this memory, let out a long sigh with lingering fear.

This young man, also named Feng Lan, is twenty-two years old. He is the only prince of the Shadow Moon Empire and the sole heir to the empire.

Feng Lan, for the first time, got the opportunity to command the army from the supreme emperor, and led the army to the west to wipe out the evil shadow demon army.

In this battle, the Divine Eagle Guard he led was destroyed, and only he survived.

Just when he walked out of the gray fog and arrived at Dingtian Town, an important border town, he was surrounded by three powerful men.

He fought with all his strength and killed the three powerful men, but was already scarred.

Immediately afterwards, there was a massacre of the city like a whirlwind.

If it weren't for the strange aura that suddenly burst out from the orange sword,

Even if he was hiding in a dog cave, he would not be able to escape the execution of the invincible Longwu "Guard War Cavalry".

At this moment, the memories of the three worlds of Zhong, Qing and Shao were integrated for the first time.

Feng Lan crawled quietly in the dog hole, eyes unblinking, staring at the river of blood in front of him that had condensed into thick ice.

"This is not an order from the Supreme Emperor."

He comforted himself like this countless times.

He could not trust his kind father no matter what,

The subjects of the empire loved him, respected him, and worshiped him as a god.

Therefore, he would never behave in such an almost crazy and devilish evil way.

Such evil deeds are actually against heaven and will be punished by heaven.

It was completely dark.

His eyes were still bloody.

Until the sky is bright and the morning sun shines on the earth.

There was still thick blood in his eyes.

He climbed out of the dog hole facing the rising sun and looked up,

There is only blood in the world, and corpses soaked in blood can be seen everywhere.

Even the rising sun is like a big bloody ball hanging in the sky.

The depths of his eyes were filled with blood, as if a sea of ​​blood was surging.

The rising sun made his body feel warm.

He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, came to the shaft of the chariot, took off the dragon-shaped stuffed animal, and tied it around his waist.

Then, with heavy steps, he walked towards the west side of the town.

"Uh, where are we going?"

The three memories belonging to the youthful scene influence each other.

As a result, the whole person gradually became alive.

"Do you want to go back to Dihong City?"

Feng Lan murmured to himself, and stopped with a confused look on his face. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and everything was covered in blood.

In the bookstore on the left front, an old corpse is shining with golden light, and the golden light is in all directions.

Fenglan walked into the bookstore, looked for Jinhui and took out a thick thread-bound book.

The book was soaked with blood from his neck.

As a result, the cover, which originally had no words, had two odd-shaped characters "Xian Ni" faintly visible.

Feng Lan carefully opened the first page, and there was a faint picture of a figure punching, with four-character formulas written next to it, a total of eight sentences.

Continuing to turn over, there is a notation for every ten pages, followed by ten types of fists, palms, legs, claws, fingers, knives, spears, swords, axes, and sticks, each with ten styles.

Feng Lan has been practicing the methods of hundreds of schools since he was a child. He was taught by famous experts in the empire, and he is quite insightful.

On his twenty-first birthday, the supreme emperor's father will personally pass down the "Emperor's Sword Book" and begin the transition to taking charge of the empire.

In addition to the "Emperor's Sword Manual" passed down from his ancestors, the secret book of high martial arts in his hand, with the handwriting revealed after being soaked in blood, seems to be more mysterious and mysterious than the Emperor's Sword Manual that his father occasionally described.

Feng Lan took a deep look at the corpse in front of him and walked out of the bookstore indifferently.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yubai appeared in the depths of his mind, and through the fishbai, he saw five figures coming from the sky.

"Wu Sanshi?"

They are already at the mercy of the Emperor.

Under normal circumstances, he should be here to find the only heir to the empire.z.br

However, Feng Lan didn't think it was that taste.

So, he immediately fled into the gray fog and stood in the thickest part of the fog.

The five people approached the gray mist little by little.

"That good-for-nothing Yingyang didn't even want to see people alive or his corpse when he died."

"So, he deserves to be torn into pieces by the deputy commander himself.

We don’t want to follow in the footsteps of others, we must live to see people and die to see corpses.”

"When the Warmaster first ascends to the throne of the Emperor, he must eradicate the last bit of the Feng clan's flesh and blood."

"It turns out that the Warmaster has really rebelled."

When Feng Lan was sure that the outcome was the most unimaginable outcome, he walked out of the gray mist calmly and answered their words.

"You are indeed not dead."

"Yes, what's the point of my life? Uncle Bu?" Feng Lan said, "When you taught me the Aohan Jue, you also taught me how to be a human being. What do you think I should be like now?"
To be continued...