Gu Menger reached out and touched Chen Fan's face, as if she wanted to wipe away his tears, but neither of them was a physical entity, how could she get in touch?

Chen Fan didn't know that there was a Gu Menger who came by inexplicably next to him. He let out a long sigh, spit out the gloom that had been buried in his heart, and said, "Old man, I'm going to defeat Fan!"

But the old man couldn't hear or see it. No matter how eager Chen Fan was, the old man could not appear in front of him.

In fact, everyone is the same. When you decide to do something, you will hope that the people you are close to can be by your side. Even if you don’t speak, just an encouraging look is enough.

Gu Meng'er suddenly opened her eyes and thought of everything she saw just now, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Chen Fan's origin is unknown and mysterious. The old man could not speculate with common sense. Although he left simply, as a bystander, Gu Meng'er still saw the unbearable feeling buried deep in her eyes.

Chen Fan's identity did surprise her, but his identity seemed a little insignificant compared to his past.

She helped Chen Fan up and let Chen Fan lean against her so that she would not fall. She didn't know why she did this, but she felt that she should do it.

Of course she didn't see the frown of the ordinary old woman in the crowd not far away.

At the dawn, Chen Fan's bloodline began to beat violently, like a drum beat, with muffled sounds endlessly, as if it contained a certain rhythm, responding to the invisible truth in this world.

Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Chen Fan's bloodline. It was a will to fight the sky and the earth, and it was an obsession with all living beings to despise gods and demons.

In a trance, it seemed like a phantom appeared...but no one could see it.

A huge bronze throne ran through the sky, carrying a man in gray, and the throne was ruined. One person rushed to the depths of the sky, and there was a door there, guarding two giant dragons at the door.

The sudden breath pushed Gu Meng'er away from Chen Fan's side harshly. Strangely, Chen Fan, who had no support, did not fall down, but crossed his legs and slowly sat up straight.

His bloodline does not allow him to fall down. Even if he is not aware of it now, as long as he is alive, his head will never touch the ground...

The will awakened from his bloodline, without his knowledge, has integrated every inch of his flesh and every piece of bone.

The drums were endless and the strong wind blew everywhere. In the huge Sakura Dream Flower Valley, there were only these two sounds left strangely.

"It seems to be raining." Someone in the crowd said.

At some point, a dark cloud covered the Sakura Dream Flower Valley, unreasonable and silent.

The stars and moon are still there, this cloud... is out of place, it is not God's will, it must be man-made.

The middle-aged man outside the valley stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the cloud with a gloomy face. The sudden burst of breath just now made him frightened from the bottom of his heart. With his current cultivation level, being able to perform like this means unusual.

"This Liuyun disciple is a bit strange. In time, the performance of Sakura Menghua Valley must be another Fang Xinde." Chen Fan, who was sitting in a meditate, appeared in the middle-aged man's pupils, and a killing intention flashed by.

Then he looked at Gu Meng'er, and the murderous intention reappeared. But when he turned around and saw the old woman in the crowd, he was a little hesitant.

After the strange cloud appeared, the spiritual energy of Ying Menghua Valley became stronger and stronger, and the cherry blossom flowers on the ground became more and more fascinating by the spiritual energy.

Chen Fan didn't know what happened, but he was shocked no less than others. Because at the moment he was about to break through the shackles of blood, his blood suddenly became hot, and it seemed that something was about to break through the shackles of blood and soar into the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that as long as he thought, the earth under his feet would instantly crack. The sky was full of stars, and it could be destroyed at will.

Then, he saw the scene that he would never forget.

This is an extremely huge tribe, with six hundred and forty walls built by dragon bones, each of which is a hundred feet tightly surrounded into a circle.

The dragon head is the beacon tower, like six hundred and forty eyes, always paying attention to movements outside the wall, and these dragons have not died, and more or less some will be imprisoned in the bones, and can still awaken and spray dragon breath during battle.

And above these dragon heads, an unknown statue of a ferocious beast stands, with petite figures and various shapes.

Within the wall, two golden dragon bones of thousands of feet form the framework of the entire tribe, dividing the tribe into four major pieces. Of course, these two dragons are completely dead, and no one dares to tamper with the huge dragon.

After all, the dragon is one of the most powerful tribes, and the destructive power of every dragon king is terrifying, even if it only has a little residual soul left.

At the center of the entire tribe, the intersection of the two dragon bodies is where four dragon claws are lifted upwards, supporting an extremely huge black altar.

Majestic, sacred, inviolable.

The king of this tribe lives on the altar and guards his people.

On the altar, there were only a few simple stone houses, a petite snow-white ferocious beast lying on the edge, an altar for sacrifice and an extremely powerful flag.

The three big characters in Dachen are written on it.

The flagpole is made of the unicorn of the Sky-Looking Beast. It can be big or small. When it is big, it can be like a mountain, and when it is young, it can be used as a hairline.

The flag is made of the skin of the thunder-swalking green lion. It shakes gently and it will fall like thunder in the sky.

The words on the flag are painted with the blood of the white bird. The current surges. When you take a look, the electricity will hit your heart.

These three kinds of strange beasts are all strange beasts in the world and are not visible on weekdays. The sky-raising beast lives in the big rivers, lakes and seas, and likes to live at the bottom of the water. The horn on the top of the head is very hard and can determine the water level. It can defeat the dragon clan indefeated on the water.

The thunder-swalking green lion and the white bird are two groups that are interdependent. They like to eat thunder and lightning. The place where the tribe is located must thunder and lightning rushes to the sky, and the green lion spits thunder and lightning. When combined with the thunder-striking wood, they can transform into a sea of ​​thunder, and gods and demons cannot compete, otherwise they will not escape.

There are four phoenix bone ladders under the altar. Each phoenix bone ladder is composed of eighteen complete phoenix white bones, connected to the end, and 12,980 stairs were carved out, with half-closed wings, becoming the most natural handrail.

Although the entire tribe is made of white bones, it has no trace of death. Instead, it exudes a majestic kingly aura, as if it is a contemporary overlord.

On the altar, one man looked down on all living beings. Under the altar, a tribe bullies the world.

Chen Fan's blood was gushing, his veins were exposed, and his blood seemed to be burning in an unprecedented way, but he was not aware of anything.

Why?

This place will give me such a strong sense of belonging.

Why?

My blood will roar and scream.

Why?

I can't control myself and want to step onto the altar!

There is no answer... Maybe there is too!

At this moment, a big hand emerged from nowhere, covering the sky and the sun, sweeping over.

The huge dragon was just the size of a giant little finger, and the palm swung straight towards the Dachen tribe.

If it hits, the Dachen tribe will definitely be destroyed and turned into dust. However, the snow-white little beast lying on the edge of the altar suddenly stood up and let out a roar that was absolutely not compatible with its size.

Then, the little beast became larger at a rapid speed, and the snow-white fur instantly turned red, and two black horns appeared above the head. Circles of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled from the two horns. The snow-white horned beast... No, the space around the red black-horned giant beast was shattering and reorganizing, and the huge pressure faced the giant hand that was rushing towards it.

The giant beast leaped, walked in the air, and rushed into the giant hand.

Like a red star, a brilliant rainbow passed by.

"Bang"

The earth is cracked, the void is shattered, and countless streams of light are overflowing.

"Che"

The horn of the giant beast suddenly pierced the giant hand, and a huge amount of destructive power was injected into the giant hand with a powerful force of destruction. Within the giant hand, the destructive power was raging. After destroying the flesh and blood veins inside it, it exploded, leaving behind an extremely deep void black hole.

An angry shout came from far away and came from the sky.

"Fight" the giant beasts flowed into the air and spoke in words.

However, its horns were broken, the corners of its mouth were blood-stained, and the red fur was dim. However, its fighting spirit did not weaken, but it became even more awe-inspiring.

Within the tribe, the army gathered, and it seemed that this battle had been prepared for a long time.

The gathering of fighting spirit is like a sharp sword, trying to break through the clouds and fog and penetrate into the sky.

At this time, the stone house on the altar finally opened, and a gray figure instantly appeared on the head of the giant beast, leaving no trace, as if he had been there all the time.

The man in gray looked at Chen Fan, who was at a loss with soft eyes in countless fanatical admiration and worship.

When Chen Fan appeared in gray, his blood suddenly calmed down. At this moment, his whole body was relaxed, as if he had broken some restrictions. His back to his chest felt slightly hot, but it was not abrupt.

Chen Fan knew that he had undergone some transformation. All of this must be related to the man who looked at him.

He looked at the man but couldn't speak. The man in gray smiled and felt a little relieved. Then he tore his shirt apart, revealing his strong body and the black lines from his back to his chest.

This pattern is exactly the same as those snow-white little beasts!

The warriors in the entire tribe had the same movements as the man in gray, revealing the tattoo of the little beast.

The man in gray patted the giant beast under him, raised his eyes and looked at the sky and said, "I will never regret fighting to the death."

"I won't regret fighting to the death." The army shouted together, accompanied by the endless beast roar, and in an instant, the clouds retreated, revealing the gateway buried deep in the sky.

The man in gray rose first, and a dilapidated bronze throne appeared out of thin air under his feet, rushing to the depths of the sky. There were two dragons guarding the gate, a giant dragon that was thousands of feet tall.

The Dachen tribe led the clan to attack, either stepping on a chariot or riding a snow-white beast, following the gray clothes.

In a vaguely, countless snow-white little beasts turned into red giant beasts and rushed into the sky.

After Chen Fan's blood calmed down, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted. He did not hesitate and finally made up his mind to get rid of Chen Fan.

The middle-aged man appeared in the valley in an instant, and no one noticed Chen Fan's side, except for the ordinary old woman who disappeared in the crowd.

A hundred miles away, a long sword broke through the air, and the bitter sword light was like a dragon coming out of the sea. The middle-aged man frowned and took a step back. The long sword just stabbed the middle-aged man before he retreated.

At this moment, the sword intent is forcing people!

"Stop."

The sword stopped and the sound came, he was Li Shan Su Yi!

A drop of purple rain fell from the sky, fell to the hilt of the sword, and flowed down the sword body.

In an instant, the rain continued to fall. Chen Fan just opened his eyes.

He stood up and tore open his shirt. There was a black tattoo inside, exactly the same as the Dachen tribe.

Chen Fan smiled, and from the bottom of his heart.

The rain fell all over the sky, generating spiritual energy, and injected into Chen Fan's body madly. Chen Fan didn't care. He looked at Gu Menger and Mu Lingyao, and Fang Xinjue said softly, "I have a home, but I can't find where it is..."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!