Chapter 727 Who Is the Hero

A wrong step, a wrong step; a bad step, a bad step.

The face of the dragon dam was like ashes, watching the sky full of thunder flying over the dragon boat.

The millennium plan fell short.

Time and fate.

With the slightest reluctance, he glanced at the Baiyun Golden Dragon Banner that was riddled with holes.

With a trace of resentment, he glanced at the towering Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang.

Longba tilted his head and fell on the Baiyun altar.

The white clouds shattered and the thunder and fire spread.

The black dragon escaped, and the boundless anger of heaven descended on the main formation of the dragon boat.

Above the sea, a sea of ​​fire.

In the fire, the monks wailed, shouted, prayed, and cursed, all resounding.

The monks all looked at the burning crematorium in front of them, in silence, there was a little bit of sympathy, but more of it was rejoicing.

Glad I won.

On the side of the winner.

If it fails.

At this moment, the one who howled and wailed might be himself.

This is the case in the world of monks, winners and losers.

Few monks noticed that a small dark flame jumped into the sea of ​​flames, and with a whoosh, the flame wrapped around the dragon horn dropped by the black dragon and the flame in the horn sank into the sea.

In Sun Hao's heart, he could feel the extreme excitement of Little Flame.

Excited like a treasure.

Then, Little Huomiao quickly ran back from the sea, returned to the heart, hugged the miniature dragon horn and flame, wrapped it tightly, and began to digest.

Feeling a little indigestion.

Sun Hao knew that for a while, Little Huomiao was holding on.

I'm afraid it will take a long time.

An indifferent smile appeared on his face, reflecting the dragon boat soaring into the sky, Sun Hao looked at Wanqi Zangkang, and said loudly: "Wanqi old devil, the dragon boat has been destroyed now. Are we theorists?"

A trace of sadness flashed in Wanqi Zang Kang's eyes.

The body slowly rose up, stood upright in the air, and said loudly: "Chen Xiang, let the horse come over."

The monks of the Three Gods were all startled.

Lord Chen Xiang's actions made things worse.

There is a lack of openness and light.

However, some monks thought that the Wanqi family lost several golden cores one after another, and their strength was greatly damaged, so they really took advantage of the fire. Cleaning up their best fighters, Mr. Chen Xiang was very thoughtful.

Lan Guochun's face showed a trace of unbearable.

There was surprise in Zhong Lijuan's eyes.

One-eyed Kozo spit out a sentence: "Do it, you deserve to do great things, cruel and merciless."

Sun Hao laughed, raised his hand and threw a jade bottle in his hand towards Wanqi Zangkang. He said in his mouth: "Wan Teng old devil, God has the virtue of good life, Chen Xiang is not for himself, as long as Wan Teng you dare to take one of my poison pills, I will not embarrass you, otherwise, hahaha. The entire Reaper, Dogs and chickens don’t stay, hahaha, you choose.”

Wanqi Zang Kang caught the jade bottle with one hand. A suspicious look appeared on his face.

The poison pill of Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang?

Amazing! All the cultivators who had seen Sun Hao take the poison erysipelas black dragon felt awe-inspiring.

Even the black dragon was poisoned by Sun Hao and turned into pockmarks.

Once Wan Qi Zang Kang took the medicine, wouldn't he die immediately?

On the Reaper, the monks Wan Qi shouted loudly: "My lord, don't, don't swallow it. Fight it, let's fight him, mother. What righteous monks, despicable and shameless. My lord, Wan Qierlang, I can only die standing up , did not live on knees, fought, fought..."

Amidst the shouts, many monks were shining with light, and they rushed towards Sun Hao after Wan Tu Zang Kang's order.

In the light of the fire, monk Wan Teng was passionate.

Wanqi Zang Kang held the jade bottle high in one fell swoop.

The monks on the Reaper kept silent and looked into the sky.

Wan Teng Zang Kang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "It's just a poison pill, just take it, I Wan Teng is afraid that you will fail..."

After speaking, he flicked his finger, and the bottle cap popped open. Amid the shouts of "My lord, don't, my lord, don't...", I shook the jade bottle, and a elixir in the bottle fell into my mouth.

grown ups.

On the Reaper, some monks fell to their knees on the deck with a plop, weeping uncontrollably.

High in the sky, Wan Qi Zang Kang suddenly yelled loudly: "Cry, why are you crying, mother, the poison pill of Chen Xiang is a slow poison, I can't die for hundreds of years..."

Chronic poison.

Can't die for hundreds of years.

My brain turned quickly, but I kind of understood what was going on.

The one who was a bit stupid was surprised: "Damn, isn't the lifespan of a Jindan cultivator only a few hundred years? What's the use of such a chronic poison pill?"

One-eyed Haosan's eyes flashed with a trace of relief, thinking, this is the kind-hearted person in Lao Tzu's mind!

But Sun Hao turned his head, looked at Lan Guochun, shook his hand, and a jade bottle appeared, threw the jade bottle, and said with a smile: "Master Lan, your natal magic weapon exploded, and the foundation of the golden core was damaged. One pill of Qiling Jieer is enough to keep your golden pill safe from worries."

Lan Guochun took the jade bottle with one hand, his face flushed slightly.

After a moment of silence, Lan Guochun suddenly laughed again: "So, Guochun won't be polite to Chen Xiang anymore, Guochun will take this poisonous pill right away, hahahaha, what a poisonous pill, Chenxiang, Guochun doesn't say anything. More to say, in the future, whenever Chen Xiang recruits, no matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the wind, cloud, thunder and lightning, as long as Guochun has a breath, he will definitely respond to the invitation..."

Wan Teng Zang Kang also laughed loudly: "What a poisonous pill, hahaha, it seems, Blue Bird, you have to enjoy the chronic poison for hundreds of years like me, mother, Blue Bird, When you fully recover, we will fight another three hundred rounds."

Lan Guochun smiled slightly, but did not speak.

One-eyed Kozo hugged his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Fuck it, who is afraid of others, miss this time, on the sea, do it wherever you see, if three hundred is not enough, just five, six, seven, or eight hundred rounds, hahaha."

The sky is full of fire.

The sea beast turned white.

The wrecked ship broke its arm.

Above the sea, several top Golden Core monks were talking freely.

Amidst the shouts of the dragon boat monks, chatter and laughter abounded.

Do not know why.

Every monk's heart, at this moment, is full of pride.

The sea is dangerous.

Nanyang often loses its soul.

Fight for the rest of your life.

Talk and laugh between life and death.

A blush appeared on Yu Buyu's face, as if he had been infected, he suddenly shouted on the deck of Fengyun: "Chenxiang, Chenxiang..."

On the Fengyun, the monks united as one and shouted together: "Chenxiang, Chenxiang..."

This time, it's not just Fengyun.

It's not just the Battle God next to the Fengyun.

It's not just Fengyun affiliated monks anymore.

On the Poseidon, Goddess, and Reaper, after the sea battle, the surviving monks all raised their arms and shouted: "Chenxiang, Chenxiang..."

One-eyed Kozo looked left and right, and saw Lan Guochun's smiling face.

Damn, the boss must know. It doesn't matter if I know it, I still yelled right, and also opened my throat and shouted: "Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang..."

Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan smiled at each other and looked at Sun Hao in the air.

The sound was louder and louder.

Above the sea, echoed for a long time.

It covered up the cry of the dragon boat monks.

Chen Xiang Chen Xiang's cheers resounded through the sky.

Stand tall on the mast. Sun Hao is like a towering mountain.

With a faint smile, after everyone shouted for a while, Sun Hao raised his hands up and pressed down.

The shouting stopped.

The smile on Sun Hao's face faded, a solemn and dignified aura surged out of his mountain-like body, and his deep voice floated above the sea: "Perhaps. You now think that Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang are the ones who will fight this battle." The greatest hero is the greatest contributor to this battle..."

finished. Sun Hao glanced at the monks on the deck.

All the monks felt that Lord Chen Xiang glanced at him, as if he was talking to him.

Sun Hao withdrew his gaze, looked at the sky, and said loudly: "But Chen Xiang knows that Chen Xiang is not. If you want to say heroes, they are..."

Sun Hao's finger pointed straight to the sky.

that sky. Once, Wanqi Zangbei blew himself up.

In Sun Hao's voice. With a hint of excitement: "It was they who used their flesh and blood to restrain the black dragon and let us find a chance to win. We must not forget that in the face of the black dragon, Brother Wancheng blew up his golden core body, and we must not forget either. The real Guochun blew up his talisman."

Sun Hao raised his hands: "At that moment, there was no distinction between Taoism and demons. They were all heroes, real heroes."

Tears welled up in Wan Tu Zang Kang's eyes.

On the deck, the monks shouted in unison: "Hero, hero."

Sun Hao pressed his hands again, and continued: "Speaking of heroes, who is the hero? Chen Xiang wants to say at this time, you are also real heroes."

While speaking, Sun Hao pointed his finger at the deck, pointing at Yubuyu, Fengyun, Reaper, and the ordinary foundation-building monks on the Three Gods.

Loudly, Sun Hao said emotionally: "You are also true heroes. In the face of the coming catastrophe, you silently support us. Even if I am about to take the blood of God to escape, you will bear it calmly without any complaints. Before the catastrophe, before the catastrophe, you are the real heroes..."

Lan Guochun and Zhong Lijuan looked at each other.

Lan Guochun suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Hero, hero."

Zhong Lijuan echoed crisply.

The monks all waved the flying swords in their hands, raised their arms and shouted, wantonly radiating their passion.

As Sun Hao said, at this moment, they are all proud, with a sense of pride welling up in their hearts, and their passion is unparalleled.

Yu Buyu waited for the monks in the direction Sun Hao pointed, all of them flushed and excited.

Amidst the shouts of passionate worship, the dragon boat's thunder slowly disappeared, the fire gradually extinguished, and the dragon boat sank into the sea with the fallen monks of the Long family.

On the sea, it calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

He released his passion, just like Sun Hao, looking at the flames of war flying across the sea, thinking of the large number of monks who fell in it, sadness and nostalgia welled up in his heart.

Especially the Reaper.

Several Jindan masters fell, and the close disciples of Wancheng had spontaneously started humming dirges.

The monks on other sea ships also spontaneously joined the memorial procession, and sang dirges for the heroes that Master Chen Xiang spoke of.

Just now, a tragic song sounded on the majestic sea: "One hundred years of practice, dust and dirt, thousands of miles of sea road, cloud and moon. Looking up to the sky and screaming, with fierce ambitions. Mountains and rivers are broken and black dragons are rising, and fighting is scattered among alien stars..." (to be continued~ ^~)