The abnormal situation immediately caught Chen Luoyang's attention.
The Nether Sea Sigil on the child could be said to be innate, but it wasn't without reason.
From the source, the first constellation of the Blue Dragon, Liu Si, was the first owner of the Nether Sea Sigil.
Because of Liu Si's special body constitution, the Nether Sea Sigil didn't manifest when it was on her.
Liu Si was pregnant and gave birth, so the Nether Sea Sigil was transferred to Su Yuan.
The Nether Sea Sigil on Liu Si originated from a Nether Sea Sacrificial Ceremony in the past. She had a special body constitution and was lucky to be a survivor. The Nether Sea Sigil was left behind by that ceremony.
At that time, Liu Si was still young and didn't know much about the ceremony.
After Chen Luoyang returned to the headquarters, he took some time to look up some documents. The Su brothers and Liu Si were originally from the Great Xia Dynasty.
In other words, they were refugees from the Great Xia and not natives of the Southern Wasteland Demon Region.
The Nether Sea Sacrificial Ceremony was no small matter. It wasn't something that ordinary people could play with.
'Could it have come from the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Li Yuanlong? '
Chen Luoyang's expression didn't change as he lightly tapped the armrest of the chair.
Although the confrontation between the two Emperor Wu was intense, they still left some leeway.
Especially the first seat of the Devil religion, Rosefinch, didn't have a threatening aura.
From the looks of it, he should have received the news that Sword Emperor, Wang Jian, had come to the Southern Cloud Mountains and was on guard.
Although Wang Jian was devoted to swordsmanship and didn't participate in the siege, his sudden return caused the first seat of the Rosefinch Palace to be more careful.
And now, the Sword Emperor, Wang Jian, didn't come. Instead, the Demon Emperor, Chen Luoyang's Six Dragon Emperor Carriage appeared.
This time, even Emperor Xia, Li Yuanlong, was more careful.
The two who were fighting held back their momentum and focused part of their attention on the Six Dragon Emperor Carriage.
Even though it was a confrontation at the level of Emperor Wu, the Devil Emperor's sudden appearance immediately became the focus of attention.
The area covered by the night sky shrank a little.
The nine dragons also rode on the clouds and gradually left the night sky.
Two sharp gazes shot out from the dragon clouds and the starry night sky. They landed on the Six Dragons Royal Chariot at the same time.
In the hall, Chen Luoyang's sitting posture didn't change, and his expression didn't change. His eyes flickered with black light as he looked at the two gazes in front of him.
The air in midair refracted the light, and it was as if a distorted scene had appeared.
The distorted scene returned to normal. The dragon's majestic auspicious clouds and the starry night sky on the other side also changed in a trance.
The Dragon Might Auspicious Cloud dispersed, revealing a figure.
A tall middle-aged man dressed in a dragon robe and a flat crown on his head. His eyes, which were half-covered by a pearl necklace, had a reserved radiance that was as deep as the sea.
This man was none other than the current monarch of Grand Xia, Emperor Xia, Li Yuanlong.
And in the starry night sky on the other side, under the moonlight, there was another person on the head of the pitch-black Buddha.
She was dressed in white, as if she had merged with the moonlight.
Her waterfall-like black hair was not tied up and casually draped over her back.
Her appearance was peerless, but people didn't feel that she was beautiful.
It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful, but other feelings were too strong, diluting the beauty.
Sharp.
Tough.
Stubborn.
Fierce.
People couldn't help but ignore her gender and her appearance.
In the hall, Chen Luoyang secretly pondered.
He couldn't help but think that maybe it was because of the existence of such a close opponent that he completely squeezed out all the potential of the former Hierarch and soared to the sky in a short time.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to suppress such an opponent.
Strictly speaking, he still couldn't completely suppress the woman in white in front of him.
One of the Five Emperors of the Divine Prefecture.
Female Emperor Yan Mingkong.
The first seat of the Devil religion's Rosefinch Hall had given the title of "Grand Master" to the four first seats of the Devil religion, which had always been on the same level.
Before the Demon Emperor Chen Luoyang appeared, she was one of the two youngest Emperor Wu in the history of the Divine Land. Basically, she could be said to be the number one female expert in the Divine Land.
She had been in the martial world for more than ten years, and she had only lost once. It was when she competed for the position of Devil religion's Hierarch. She lost to the current Demon Emperor. Therefore, she was known as the number two expert in the Devil religion.
That defeat didn't make her depressed. Instead, it proved one thing.
Even if she was ranked second, she was still so strong that it made people's hair stand on end.
Inside and outside the Devil religion, there was always a question buried in the bottom of many people's hearts. It was often thought of, but no one dared to mention.
If Yan Mingkong obtained the fruit of the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree, if she practiced the Heavenly Demon Blood since she was young, what would she achieve?
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in this world.
The second elder, Yan Zhao, stood outside the hall and looked at his niece from afar.
The third elder, Wang Mofeng, followed him out of the hall and whispered with a smile, "The Grand Master's cultivation has indeed increased. She should be very close to the fourteenth level. Other than the Hierarch, she should be the youngest to reach the Trance State. She should be even faster than the leader of the foreign races, right?"
"If it wasn't for the fruit of the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree …" The fourth elder, Chai Han, shook his head and sighed.
Yan Zhao's expression was calm, "Chen Hanhai's fate is good. He had hoped for his whole life to make the Divine Sect his home. Seeing that he had lost all hope, the heavens gave Chen Luoyang to him, fulfilling his wish. However, whether there will be a third generation, it will depend on whether the heavens continue to bless the Chen family.
"Those who eat the fruit of the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree will change their fate and blood. They are different from normal people. It is hard for them to have children. Over ten generations of Hierarch, only two have children. Only one out of ten can have children. It is already lucky for the old Hierarch to have a Hierarch." Wang Mofeng was still smiling.
Yan Zhao gazed at the faraway Yan Mingkong, "Chen Hanhai should be glad that Chen Luoyang is stronger than him. If Chen Luoyang was the same as him and had the Heavenly Demonic Blood Tree, so what?"
In the sky, under the moonlight, Yan Mingkong, who was on the head of the Buddha, tilted his head and looked at Chen Luoyang, "You are here."
His voice was cold and emotionless. It was a statement and not a question.
Chen Luoyang heard it and secretly curled his lips.
This was the third member of the Devil religion who didn't need to address him respectfully in public. The others were First Elder Xie Chong, who had the most seniority, and Second Elder Yan Zhao, who opposed him the most fiercely. Even in public, they still maintained the most basic etiquette.
Su Ye and Wang Fei didn't need to address him respectfully because they were too close. At the same time, the two of them were a little stupid, so they didn't bother with them.
But this Eldest Senior Sister in front of him was a completely different matter.
Emperor Xia Li Yuanlong, who was surrounded by nine dragons, also turned his head to look at the Emperor's carriage, "Hierarch Chen, how have you been?"
"The two of you have been entangled for too long before I came," Chen Luoyang said calmly, "And I came here for another person."
At this moment, everyone's heart jumped.
Everyone diverted a part of their attention to the other side.
A seemingly small person walked out from the mountains of the Nanyun Mountain Range, which was already in ruins.
Wherever he went, wind and rain darkened.
Dressed in linen clothes, it was the Sword Emperor Wang Jian.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
