In the Demon Abyss, the four directions were silent. After the war, a large number of magnificent buildings in the Demon King Capital were turned into ruins, requiring a lot of manpower and material resources to rebuild.
Qin Yang had been in a coma for three years, and he still hadn't woken up yet.
At the same time, the imperial capital of the Sky Demon Race, connected to the vast underground palace, endless abyss, chain by chain, entangled a purple-haired youth.
He is here, enjoying the devastation of hell fire, and there is always some 10,000-pole thunder technique on his body to fight against.
His cultivation is at the level of the domain master, and his age, not more than seven thousand years old, seven thousand years old, has achieved the domain master, which has long broken records.
His name is Zi Qingtian, and he used to be Beimuge, Zi Qingtian, the name his master gave him. He possesses the supreme purple thunder body, and has the endless ancestral spirit of the emperor, and the emperor of the world.
Being suppressed in the cold abyss of this demon clan, the two heavens of ice and fire, waiting all day long, it feels uncomfortable.
He should have died a long time ago, but he hasn't died yet. As long as there is one breath left, he will definitely go out alive, fighting for the human alliance and the people of the world...
At the same time, Chaos Demon Abyss, the lonely super plane, and the land of no owner, does not belong to any race, it is only famous for its treacherousness. Ghosts and gods do not enter, the world is slaughtered.
A body, entangled by thousands of black vines, fell into a coma, and his beard was almost taller than a human. The body looked like eight or nine feet, but there was a statue of a god that always surrounded him.
He has gradually condensed into a more and more complete soul, half-step true god and realm master true god, the difference between the half-step true god and the real god of the realm, the sky will be broken by him sooner or later...
Three years.
Prisoner Dragon World—
Luo Xingchen's body just lay on the ground, in the withered grass, no one cared about it.
Every three to five, there will be a child who will come over and beat his body wanton and let out vent.
This child is getting bigger and bigger.
At the age of twelve, he was rapidly advancing in his cultivation, and he was already in the perfect state of agility, and he was just about to condense his totem to pave the way for the foundation of martial arts in the future.
His name is Qin Lang, Qin Yang, his own son.
Today, Luo Xingchen is still lying motionless on the ground, his mouth is unshaven, his hair is scattered, like a beggar.
Qin Lang, here again.
"Huh, Luo Xingchen! You bastard! I have separated from my father. I haven't seen my mother yet! Now, I can't even see her portrait!
Your physical body is the same as an iron strike, I don't believe it, I don't even have the qualifications to hurt you! "
Qin Lang was so fast that he was six feet tall at the age of twelve.
His face was still slightly immature, delicate and fair, and he was twelve years old, and he could foresee that in the future, he must be a beautiful man who will dump all beings.
"Huh! Haori sword! Haoyang cut! Give me a stab!"
Qin Lang gritted his teeth and swung his sword straight down, bursting out terrifying energy that was enough to obliterate the Spiritual Image Realm, sharply piercing Luo Xingchen's closed eyelids.
"Boom..."
Luo Xingchen was safe and sound, sleeping soundly, but he was so shocked by recoil that he flew dozens of meters away, grinning.
Patting his butt, he stood up again, stomping his feet with anger.
"Haorijian, your uncle, I can't even break your first seal! Can you wake up and help me! What use do you want! Humph!"
Qin Lang threw the Haori sword out, and the Haori sword stuck in the seam, motionless.
Qin Lang walked towards Luo Xingchen empty-handed, pointing to Luo Xingchen’s nose, cursing, and furiously: "Luo Xingchen! I still admire you when I was nine years old! You and my dad’s talents are comparable, it looks like you guys I still knew each other in the past, and the friendship was extraordinary!
If you lose, you lose, why did you take me away? Do you think I don’t know that if the broken eye doesn’t have your order, would it be a child of me? I'm not old, but I'm not stupid!
You are its master, and your will can manipulate it!
What do you mean? Have the ability to wake up! I want to go back, I want to find my dad! I'm looking for Xiao Liu, Xiao Bai Qiu, the portrait of my mother, I want to sleep with my arms around it! Ahhh..."
Qin Lang scratched his ears and was furious, jumping up and down like a madman.
In this scene, Qin Yang pointed at Luo Xingchen who was injured by the flame bomb in the Black Devil Ridge and cursed. The tone was exactly the same.
This also confirms from the side that the tiger father has no dogs, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and the temperament is almost the same.
"Uuuuu..."
Qin Lang cursed and squatted on the ground with his head grinning, sobbing, and whispering to himself: "Your grandma's, for three years, I have been waiting for three years, and my good time is wasted in this ghost place. , Can't even see a ghost.
What the hell is this place? Can you give me a living person? I can only talk nonsense to you, this wood, and you can't hear it!
Why am I so fucking unlucky! "
Qin Lang talked to himself, full of complaints, and only he could hear him.
The Prison Dragon Realm, a seemingly inconspicuous high-level plane, is desolate, and there is no grass.
The Prison Dragon Realm is so big, in the past three years, Qin Lang has only wandered a few hundred miles around, leisurely ****, and returned.
He was just trying to see if he could leave a hole in Luo Xingchen.
As a result, I tried many times, all of which were the same, and I didn't achieve the same result.
Above the sky, a few crows flew by, and a lump of bird feces dripped on his face!
Suddenly, Qin Lang's entire face was black and transparent, and his head was full of pangs.
"I am a fairy! If you have the ability, you can come down to me, bully me and can't fly, right? Damn!"
Qin Lang pointed to the crow that had already flown away in the sky, then he looked embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He cursed silently: "Fuck... I really can't fly. Fly as high as several hundred feet.
How long will it take me to leave this ghost place—houhou—"
Qin Lang looked up to the sky and screamed, but it was useless.
At this moment, he suddenly heard two coughs.
His eyes trembled, and he slowly turned his head, as if he had seen a ghost, staring at Luo Xingchen, the living dead.
"Ahem..."
Luo Xingchen's chest trembled.
He confirmed again that Luo Xingchen seemed to be waking up!
"... Nima... I'll run!"
After Qin Lang said, he ran away with his feet.
"call out!"
A sword flew into the sky from Luo Xingchen's Divine Sea, instantly blocking him.
The coldness made him feel like his body was frozen.
It's cold!
"Hi..." Qin Lang hugged his head, shivering.
Luo Xingchen, the living dead on the ground, slowly stood upright, really scary!
The lingering soul!
But seeing Luo Xingchen, after getting up, he was dumbfounded.
After a moment of stunned, he turned his face stiffly and looked at Qin Lang.
Qin Lang was sweaty and looked at Luo Xingchen with embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Bad son! You finally woke up. You lived more than a hundred years old. Is it interesting to bully me as a child?"
Luo Xingchen looked at him for a long time, playing with the taste: "Hehe, I bullied you? Which eye saw it?"
Qin Lang yelled like thunder: "I'll go, you use your sword to frighten me, not let me go, take me here, and live so boringly for three years. Isn't it bullying me?"
Luo Xingchen shook his head and smiled: "Hey... You really have a fight with him."
"Who? Are you talking about my dad?"
Qin Lang was extremely curious, calmed down, his eyes rolled, thinking left and right, and suddenly said in a concentrated voice: "What is the relationship between you and my father...?"
Luo Xingchen is very frank: "We went over and knocked on the ground one by one. It was the turn of the eight prayers."
Qin Lang widened his eyes and said curiously: "What then?"
Luo Xingchen said indifferently: "Then, after a few years of not seeing him, he and I disagree and became enemies. He once beat me into a dog, and I almost killed him."
Qin Lang was speechless with a black line.
"Forgive me for being so innocent and don't understand..."
"Will you kill me?"
Qin Lang scratched his head, wondering.
Luo Xingchen said: "A little kid, are you worthy of letting me do it? I breathe out, and you are dead."
Qin Lang's eyebrows were ferocious, and he immediately gritted his teeth and became unconvinced. He shouted: "Fart! If I'm still young, you try?"
Luo Xingchen looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha... courage! Dare to talk to me like this, nothing more. If you are still young, I will forgive you."
Qin Lang red eyes and went mad, and rushed up: "You don't need your cat crying and mouse fake compassion, I'm fighting with you! Ah!"
Qin Lang swung his sword to cut out cool sword moves, like a torrential rain, changing his sword with both hands, like a shadow, placed on a twelve-year-old boy, it is indeed unimaginable, it is unbelievable.
And Luo Xingchen, after he swept through the ghost dance universe, two fingers easily clamped the Haori sword, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't help staring at this sword, seemingly familiar!
"This sword has a great righteousness. If you hold it, will it not be affected?"
Luo Xingchen looked at Qin Lang, particularly surprised.
He thinks about the first impression that the little boy in the Demon Abyss made him, so the boy, walking the dog in the Demon Emperor, he obviously walked away, but blocked his way.
Arrogant and domineering, rampant, is this awe-inspiring righteousness
Since Qin Yang joined the Demon Clan, this sword has long since disappeared, but now it has reappeared in Qin Lang's hands.
Qin Lang was stared at by Luo Xingchen all over his body, and he had to curl his lips: "You have to take care of it! Why don't you give me a good time!"
Luo Xingchen shook his head, with a big beard, his face was still beautiful and handsome.
"Haha, little bastard, I plan to accept you as a disciple and pass on your martial arts.
How am I willing to kill you? Don't mention this later. "
With that, Luo Xingchen stretched out his hand and touched Qin Lang's head.
Qin Lang was speechless again like a fool.
"You are sick! You have a grudge against my father, and you want to accept me as a disciple? Are you afraid that I will come back from my studies and kill you?"
Qin Lang cursed, showing no respect.
Luo Xingchen looked calm and smiled: "Then I will wait for you! Don't speak big words, you are not qualified now."
Qin Lang turned his head and murmured: "Mom... Stop playing and stop playing. Since you don't kill me, you might as well let me go! I'm so fed up with this ghost place. Birds don't shit, and the area is deserted. In this place, I can't see half a person, even a dog, I'm going crazy! I..."
"Snapped!"
A slap was slapped on Qin Lang's face, and Qin Lang was petrified.
"Why do you..."
Qin Lang gritted his teeth, angrily, his eyes flushed red, like a ferocious beast.
Luo Xingchen's eyes were cold and indifferent: "Babbit! I'm also your elder anyway. I talk to your father in the same generation. If you talk about seniority, you should call me uncle, speak, and be polite. On this point, I see you and you. Dad is a virtue!"
After a reprimand, Luo Xingchen's gaze and aura calmed Qin Lang.
He was dumbfounded, staying in the cold wind for a long time, without saying a word...