Chapter 1028: Emperor’s son, no

The energy waves flew rapidly and seemed to begin to explode, filling the air with mighty divine power.

Chen Mo's eyes were closed tightly, showing no signs of waking up, and there was an aura of earth under his legs.

The breath of earth spreads all around, causing qualitative changes in the sand. The grass sprouts and grows vigorously. From a distance, it looks magical, and the green power of life is faintly visible in the sky.

At this moment, although Chen Mo's transformation was miraculous, everyone's eyes were fixed on the energy wave, wanting to know if Chen Mo would die in the energy wave.

However, at this moment, a spear flew from a distance and shot down in a moon-shaped trajectory.

Suddenly, the spear accurately hit the energy wave, and exploded with a loud noise of earth shattering. A wave of destructive energy suddenly erupted. The spear then bounced back and landed in the hands of a young man. The young man stepped on

On the flying man's back, his hands were still holding the half-dead body.

"Haha... it's Zhou Bodong." When Lu Bo saw it was Zhou Bodong, he immediately started dancing. The next second, Lu Bo asked in surprise: "Hey... what happened to Mu Fengyang?"

Zhou Bodong did not answer Lu Bo's words. Khotan Gong stretched out his wings and sent Zhou Bodong's body to the ground. When Zhou Bodong's legs left his back, Khotan Gong straightened his body.

At this moment, the space seemed to stop flowing, and everyone's bodies remained motionless.

The Great Dharma King looked at Khotan Gong, his face full of anger. As the seventh Dharma King of the Red Flame Tribe, Khotan Gong was willing to be a means of transportation for outsiders, sending Zhou Bodong to the Red Flame Tribe.

This is really a disgrace to the Red Flame Tribe.

"Khotan Gong, tell me, what's going on?" The Great Dharma King looked at Khotan Gong coldly with a livid face.

Khotan Gong said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Great Dharma King, he is the emperor's son of the Red Flame Tribe. He has obtained the ancestor's Heaven-Shaking War Spear and Xuanwu Shield. I, Khotan Gong, sent him to the Huang Di Tribe to find a priest to treat his friend."

Emperor's son?

After hearing these words, the Great Dharma King and the other Dharma Kings all turned their attention to Zhou Bodong's body.

Zhou Bodong's eyes were expressionless, as if he had lost his soul. He stood motionless in the distance. In Zhou Bodong's hand, the sky-shaking war spear exuded the aura from ancient times.

"See the Emperor's Son."

The Grand Dharma King and the other five Dharma Kings all lowered their bodies, and then knelt down in front of Zhou Bodong. Their expressions of respect were absolutely false, making the priests of the Huangdi tribe look at Zhou Bodong.

"Get up!"

Zhou Bodong nodded, accustomed to the status of the emperor's son. The six Dharma Kings thanked him and stood up. Then they came behind Zhou Bodong and stood still.

"My friend is seriously injured and is in critical condition. Can the priests of the Huangdi tribe come to the rescue?"

Zhou Bodong looked at the high priest of the Huangdi tribe.

The high priest looked astonished and couldn't believe that Gen, the emperor's son from the hostile force, asked him to help him heal his friend.

No matter how stupid the high priest was, he couldn't help Zhou Bodong, so the high priest came to his senses and refused: "I'm sorry, but the old woman can't do anything. I hope someone else can do it."

When Zhou Bodong heard this, although he had expected it, he was still a little angry. His cold eyes showed a slight hint of disappointment. Zhou Bodong couldn't help but look at Chen Mo in the distance.

At this moment, Chen Mo had a majestic aura and a great fortune. Zhou Bodong did not want to disturb Chen Mo. Therefore, Zhou Bodong looked at the high priest again. Gen Qiu's eyes flashed with determination, "As long as you are willing to save me, I will

Zhou Bodong can pay any price, including his life!"

"Emperor, no!"

All the Dharma Kings spoke out to persuade: "My son, you have a noble status and are the hope of the Red Flame Tribe. How can you risk your life for a mere friend?"

"The Huang Di Tribe and the Red Flame Tribe are feuding, and the High Priest is even more insidious and sinister. Asking her to save him will only harm others and himself, and the gain will outweigh the loss. Please see the Emperor clearly."

As he said this, all the Dharma Kings lowered their heads.

The emperor they thought of turned to the Huang Di tribe for help, which made all the Dharma Kings feel ashamed.

When the high priest saw this scene, his old face was secretly proud, "Little guy, you really value love and justice. This old woman has never seen anyone as interesting as you."

"Otherwise, I can reluctantly come to the rescue, but you have to promise me one thing: disband the Red Flame Tribe, marry into the Huang Di Tribe, and form a perfect match with the Saint."

As soon as the high priest said this, the saint's face suddenly turned cold. Her feelings were just a trading item, and others could take them away at any time if they wanted. A few days ago it was Chen Mo, and today it's Zhou Bodong.

Is the major event in her life such a trivial matter?

Although the saints of the Huangdi tribe have to be widows for life, the saints still hope that their first time can be given to the man of their choice, rather than just any man coming to take her.

In her heart, she preferred Chen Mo to Zhou Bodong, whom she had just met.

At this moment, Zhou Bodong was immersed in Mu Fengyang's sadness, but after hearing the high priest's words, his eyes flashed with complicated colors, and then he looked at the saint.

The Saint also looked at Zhou Bodong, and the two of them exchanged glances. Zhou Bodong immediately knew that the Saint did not like him, so there was no forced buying or selling. He, Zhou Bodong, was not so picky about food.

"Everyone, you are talking to each other so much that you seem to have forgotten my existence, right?"

Evil Lord spoke at this time, with a strange look on his face. How could a small person like Zhou Bodong steal his own limelight, break through the energy wave, and attract everyone's attention.

Evil Lord knew nothing about Zhou Bodong, because Zhou Bodong was not qualified to enter his sight. Just now, Zhou Bodong broke Evil Lord's energy wave.

That's why the evil king took a high look at Zhou Bodong.

But it was only for one glance, because the evil king saw that Zhou Bodong was only a golden elixir monk. His strength was so weak that the evil king could kill him with just one palm.

Everyone once again looked at Evil Lord. At this time, Evil Lord was immortal and left the Wolf Star. Any deal would be in vain, and the ants would just follow the general trend.

"Alas...Mu Fengyang, it's all my fault that I can't save you." Zhou Bodong sighed.

Based on the current situation, Evil Lord is the most powerful person, and every move he makes can arouse the seriousness of everyone present.

As for Zhou Bodong, even if he has the status of the emperor of the Red Flame Tribe, others will only take a second look at him.

Moreover, Zhou Bodong had just mastered the Heaven-Shaking War Spear and could not exert much power.

Evil Lord put his hands behind his back, looked down at the whole place, and said coldly: "Give your two tribes a chance to survive. First, kill the so-called emperor's son, and second, kill Chen Mo."

"impossible."

The first person to refuse was Khotan Gong. He continued: "The emperor is the hope of the Red Flame tribe. We will not kill him. If it is Chen Mo, I, Khotan Gong, can take action on your behalf."

"Talk nonsense."

The Evil Lord looked angry, waved his sleeves, and a fatal force shot into Khotan Gong's body instantly. Then the Evil Lord coldly shouted: "In front of me, no emperor's son is allowed."
Chapter completed!