Chapter 373 Why Is It Me Again? !

"Don't hide it from the princess."

Yang Kai smiled bitterly and said:

"The Great Shang Dynasty is completely finished. Senior Su Chen calls on all the heroes in the world to attack the Great Shang Dynasty together."

"Right now, the national defense formation is about to be breached."

"Did Grandpa Su Chen ask you to come?"

Shang Zimo's eyes, full of aura, suddenly became much brighter.

She leaned forward slightly and asked hopefully.

Well………

When Yang Kai heard this, his expression froze.

kindness……

Benefactor?

He knew that Su Chen was kind to him.

so.

I have no problem calling him my benefactor.

But.

Now Princess Zimo also calls Su Chen her benefactor...

That's a little unusual then.

He took a deep look at Shang Zimo, nodded, and said:

"It's Senior Su Chen who sent me here!"

"He is indeed my benefactor!"

Shang Zimo clasped his hands together and placed them on his chest, with a complicated look on his pretty face.

In the darkest moment of her life, Su Chen's benefactor had already helped her once.

Counting now, this is already the second time.

If Su Chen hadn't asked Yang Kai to come, she didn't know what situation she would face in the future.

As a princess of the Great Shang Dynasty, her strength is only at the Qi Sea level.

I'm afraid the final outcome won't be much better.

"My father...has he ever taken action?"

Shang Zimo seemed to have thought of something and turned to ask.

"No!"

Yang Kai shook his head.

He was also very confused about this.

nowadays.

The Great Shang Dynasty was in danger, and some saints or powerful men at the level of saint kings had already taken action.

But there was no movement from Shang Zhou, which was very puzzling.

It is impossible to say that Shang Zhou was afraid.

after all.

Shang Zhou was so courageous that he cooperated with dark creatures.

Everyone can be timid, but Shang Zhou certainly was not!

"Maybe he has already thought of a way out..."

Yang Kai said this.

After thinking about it, he believed that this was the only possibility and the most realistic one.

The Great Shang Dynasty now operates hundreds of thousands of miles of territory, and no one knows what back-ups they have.

There may be an ancient teleportation array hidden among countless palaces.

"No!"

"I know my father's character best!"

"He will definitely not escape!"

"He must be planning something secretly."

Shang Zimo murmured to himself.

suddenly.

Her pupils shrank, and she lost her voice and said:

"Tianyou Blood Evil Formation!"

"Tianyou Blood Evil Formation?!"

Yang Kai was confused when he heard this.

He had never heard of these words.

Apparently.

This already involves his knowledge blind spot.

For the first twenty years of his life, he had been studying Confucian classics.

Although he occasionally heard about things in the cultivation world, he didn't get involved much.

It wasn't until Su Chen gave him several cultivation techniques that he officially entered the path of cultivation.

It can be said that he still has little knowledge of many things in the cultivation world.

I don’t even know how many great emperors there were in ancient times.

Emperor Tianyou lived in a very long time.

Not to mention Yang Kai, I am afraid that many powerful people in the outside world will find it difficult to remember him for a while.

Not to mention getting involved with Emperor Tianyou just by relying on a large formation.

after all.

The only similarity between the two is probably the word Tianyou.

"It's too late to explain!"

Shang Zimo looked very anxious, and she said quickly:

"Please also ask Marquis Wenqu to take me out of here to find my benefactor Su Chen!"

"If it's at night. I'm afraid everything will be too late!"

"good!"

Hearing this, Yang Kai nodded solemnly.

He didn't ask too much. From Shang Zimo's expression, it was not difficult for him to deduce that the current Shang Emperor might not be as simple as he thought.

maybe.

Everything today is just a game!

But what the purpose of this game is, he still can't tell clearly.

all in all.

The Great Shang Emperor would definitely not bury tens of thousands of years of inheritance behind him without any reason.

outside world.

now.

The war has reached a fever pitch.

Whether it was in the sky or on the ground, everything was completely destroyed as far as the eye could see.

The once prosperous imperial city has become a ruins, and every inch of the land is soaked in dark red blood.

The blood-evil aura was extremely strong, and countless living beings were buried here.

From saints to ordinary people.

No one can escape.

Unexpectedly, underground, blood lines began to bloom with gleaming brilliance, constantly absorbing the essence and blood of fallen creatures and their lifelong cultivation.

The cultivators who died in this imperial city.

Although most of them are monks in the Qi Gathering Realm, Qi Sea Realm, or Shentai Realm.

The cultivation of these people may not be enough at all.

But when this number accumulates to hundreds of thousands, even millions, or even nearly ten million, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes!

The little cultivation of these people is gathered together, and the energy exerted would make even a saint change their color.

"Su Chen suffers death!"

The dark creature that looked like a champion roared loudly in the sky.

He grabbed out a big hand, reached directly under the clouds, and grabbed Su Chen's body.

The battle has reached this point, and it has consumed a lot of their energy. No one will continue to hold back.

After all.

Those who choose to retain their strength at this time are irresponsible for their own lives.

Boom

The mountains collapsed and the seas tumbled, the sky collapsed and the earth sank. The black palm carried a violent aura, like an ocean, exploding the waves and sweeping across the boundless void.

At this moment.

All living beings were like ants, all submerged.

They could only tremble involuntarily.

I don’t know how many people who were still fighting fell to their knees at once.

Facing this overwhelming power, there was no power to resist.

It was obvious.

This was not an ordinary saint!

At least the middle stage of the saint realm!

Or the late stage!

Coupled with his identity as a dark creature, his strength was almost terrifying to the point of despair.

Next to him.

The Great Shang Dynasty's zither-playing saint and a black-clothed saint simultaneously cast killing spells in two directions, blocking every inch of Su Chen's dodging space, so that when facing this attack, he could only choose to resist and could not dodge.

However.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Su Chen did not choose to defend, but directly won.

The Canglong Sword in his hand made a dragon roar, piercing through the sky.

"Puff..."

The black hand, composed of a terrifying energy, was almost indestructible.

Even the existence of the late saints did not dare to underestimate it.

But under Su Chen's sword, it was directly pierced, turned into black mist, and quickly shattered under the sky.

"Die!"

After breaking the black hand, Su Chen's figure was like a rainbow, and the sword in his hand drew a mysterious track and slashed towards the zither-playing saint not far away.

The black Canglong Sword was like a mountain range, endless, spanning thousands of miles, giving people an endless sense of oppression.

Even if the other party was a saint, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel dead.

Why is it the old man again? !