Chapter 329 Attention

In the five prisons, there is an incomparable vastness that even if it lasts a lifetime, it can't find its end. There are not only boundless continents, but also countless seas.

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

The castle of the Proud Family 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 goes out of here, whether master or slave, has a high head and looks arrogant.

Because this is the proud family, the proud family that rules the three small coastal countries nearby, not to mention that the proud long sky is also a noble golden warrior. This makes the proud family become a terrorist force that everyone nearby dares not provoke.

At this time, in the magnificent castle of the Aowen family, in a secret room, the ancestor of the Aowen family held his head and kept rolling on the ground, making a sad scream in his mouth.

Although using a stand-in talisman, Aowen Changkong successfully saved a life, but this does not mean that Aowen Changkong has not been injured.

In each stand-in, there is a part of the soul of the original owner. The destruction of the double also means that part of the soul in the sky has been completely destroyed.

The proud sky far away in the castle suffered great damage almost immediately. The soul has always been the most fragile and the most difficult to repair. Suddenly, a part of the soul is missing. That kind of pain is the same as cutting off a part of the body, and the pain is ten times larger.

After half an hour, the arrogant sky that rolled all over the ground gradually stopped. Only his eyes were full of viciousness, hatred, and endless murder.

"Xia Jun, Blade Warrior, I proudly ask Changkong that he must kill you and kill you!"

There is no blame for asking the sky so resentful. You know, whether the soul is strong or not is the key to whether the Holy Lord can be promoted to the level of Son of Heaven.

Once the soul is damaged, the proud sky will stay at the Holy Lord level forever, and there is no further hope. Thinking of these, Proudly asked the sky is afraid and hate Xia Jun.

Dongdong!

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded, and then a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man quickly rushed in, "Ancestor, what's wrong?"

This young man is an arrogant grandson. His face is covered with powder, and his eyes are always with a trace of bad intentions. At first glance, he is a playboy with a pink face.

But for this grandson, Aowen Changkong likes him very much and has always indulged him stubbornly. He is very protective, and even if there is a little dangerous place, he will not let him go.

Because of this, the last time the Aowen family attacked the earth, all the elite children of the Aowen family were dispatched. Only Aowenhong stayed at home and continued to bully men and women, so they escaped.

Proudly asked Hong also knows that he has done many evils, and his enemies are everywhere. In addition to being stubborn, he seizes every opportunity to flatter his ancestors.

At this time, as soon as he heard the scream of Aowen's long sky, he didn't want to think about it, and immediately rushed over.

Aowen Changkong was resenting Xia Jun for cutting off his way. Suddenly, he saw his grandson. His heart suddenly moved. He stared at Ao Wenhong and said in a strange tone, "Honger, what do I usually do to you? Now, I have one thing to ask you. I don't know if you want it or not?"

"Grandpa to his grandson, that's excellent. Don't say anything, even if the ancestors want the lives of their grandchildren, they will never frown!" Ao Wenhong hurriedly made a respectful look and slapped hard.

As soon as he heard it, he was also very satisfied. Suddenly, there was a strange smile on his face and nodded, "Jie Jie, it is worthy of my favorite grandson, Honger. To tell you the truth, my soul is damaged. If it can't be repaired, there will be no further chance in this life."

"What, your ancestor, your soul is damaged? But Sun'er needs to find some elixir, and Sun'er will send someone to buy it!" Ao Wenhong always felt that the expression of Ao Wen looked at him in the sky was a little appared, and his face was a little pale.

"No, unless it is a divine medicine, no elixir can cure my injury, unless I can devour the souls of some people similar to my soul, and there may be a trace of hope..." Proudly asked Changkong licked his lips, but his eyes were getting more and more crazy.

Seeing this look, Ao Wenhong was stunned in an instant. He was not a fool. He knelt down with a plop and begged, "Ancestor, forgive me, I am your own grandson, my favorite grandson!"

"Honger, I'm not willing to kill you. If you want to blame, blame that Xia Jun. It's not that he destroyed my split. Why is the old man so? Besides, you didn't just say that even if I wanted you to kill you, won't you frown?" The tone of the proud sky is getting colder and colder.

Ao Wenhong's face was also getting whiter and whiter. He got up and ran outside. As he ran, he shouted, "Ancestor, I'm just saying, spare your life. Come on, my ancestors are enchanted. Come on!"

"Run, where are you going? You just said that I have accepted the truth, so what about being possessed? As long as I have enough strength, I can't get anything! Roar..."

In the mouth of Ao Wenkong, he suddenly let out a beast-like roar, and then his body moved and rushed directly to Ao Wenhong's side, imprisoned his body, and instantly took out Ao Wenhong's soul, and then opened his mouth and bit it down.

Ah, ah, ah...

A sad and unvoiced scream resounded over the sky of the proud family castle.

At the same time, countless rich owners in the Great Wasteland have already become a pot of porridge. The emperor of Dade was killed, and all the golden saints were destroyed. It was like a hurricane that swept through the whole wilderness city in an instant.

Countless owners of rich families were shocked, especially those who lost their Holy Lord, and completely collapsed to the ground.

"How could this happen? There are more than a dozen saints and emperor-level masters, all of whom died on the earth!"

"What's impossible? I heard that the earth also has a heavenly master, and he is a blade warrior. Even the great emperor was killed on the spot, and his soul did not escape!"

"What, Blade Warriors? How can it be? Since the death of the god of killing, the Blade Warriors have fallen. How can there be a Son-level Blade Warriors now!"

"Major news, this is a big news. The blood of the saints cannot be shed in vain. We can't deal with this Xia army. There is always someone who can avenge us and pass on this news. Be sure to let all those big forces know."

Those families of the dead Holy Lord are full of grief and indignation. They can't revenge clearly, but they don't hinder them and pass on the news of Xia Jun.

The rest of the rich people are also awakened. 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 Great Wasteland, countless notes, like raindrops, kept flying out of the city. With the flow of these notes, the news of Blade Warriors on the earth soon spread all over the five prisons.

The whole five prisons immediately boiled up. Blade warriors, who are also Tianzi-level blade warriors, felt unbelievable when they heard this news.

The ancient clans, major empires, major temples, and even some virtual gods and demons were shocked. Then they turned their eyes to the earth and to Taicheng.

These eyes are greedy, doubtful, cold... but not a pair, friendly.

For all this, Xia Jun did not know that his current attention has been completely gathered on the captive captured by Tianxiang Baozhu.