Qin Yichen's dragon eyes were awe-inspiring, as if they could reflect the heaven and earth, all the demons in the world, and the darkest things in the world. They could not shake him or make his heart cloudy in front of him.

Of course, the way of heaven is not fearless. The reason why he is not afraid is because Qin Yichen knows that Xingtian will not hurt him with the ancestor of Mingyang here.

The second is talent!

The word talent, in secular terms, refers to the speed at which a creature can comprehend a certain path.

The reason why it is called talent is that the level of talent is given by heaven and earth and is determined at birth.

However, Hao Mingyang never felt that his level of achievement needed to be determined by heaven and earth.

He understands heaven and earth, he hears the way of heaven himself, so why should he seek talent?

Qin Yichen was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked at Ziyun, as if he could hear their heartbeats, what they were thinking, and Ziyun's confusion about him and curiosity about the telepathy.

Qin Yichen's starry eyes became clear and innocent, became sincere and majestic, and became like stars. Even the darkness in the sky could not cover the bright stars.

"But do the right thing and don't ask about your future."

What is business?

My ancestors were humiliated and my clan was bullied, so I will fight against all clans for my clan!

This is business!

Qin Yichen looked at Xingtian and gently touched the magic marks all over Xingtian's body, as if he wanted to remember every scar he left while fighting for the human race.

"Ancestor, how... can we save Xingtian?"

Hao Mingyang smiled: "Find his head and Xuanyuan's sword."

"I took note of it."

Qin Yichen took a deep breath: "The next time I come back, I will cut off the chains between you and Master Gongshu!"

Qin Yichen clenched his fists and was about to turn around when he heard a hoarse roar coming from behind him.

"Yi...Yi Chen."

This sound made everyone in Ziyun so surprised that their scalps went numb!

Xing Tian actually spoke!

Moreover, it seems to be the voice of regaining consciousness!

Qin Yichen turned his head and saw Xing Tian moving his steps with difficulty, walking into the depths of darkness. Even every footprint he made left a huge amount of demonic power.

Ziyun and the others looked at this with some fear, and looked at Xingtian who had escaped into the darkness, and were even more uneasy.

However, Qin Yichen followed Xingtian's pace without hesitation and walked into the darkness.

"I, my ax...can't be given to you."

Xing Tian's voice sounded extremely hoarse, and even more so. He didn't know whether it was because he had lost his head or because he had screamed too much in grief and anger over the endless years.

Qin Yichen followed him and suddenly felt that it was extremely safe to follow such a majestic God of War.

Suddenly, Xing Tian froze and looked in front of him, but in this infinite darkness, Qin Yichen's heart burst out with a light.

That ray of light made him see clearly the scene in front of him.

"This is……"

This seems to be the corner of the palace, and what attracts Qin Yichen's attention is a battle flag!

The battle flag was in tatters, and it was stained with blood of various races and colors, and it looked dirty.

But even so, the battle flag is still leaning, in short, it has not fallen down.

The battle flag was planted so deep that it even seemed to have penetrated through a hole outside the palace. Qin Yichen only felt that it was as if Xing Tian used his last strength to throw the battle flag into the palace.

Xing Tian looked at the battle flag, and his headless but majestic body couldn't help but tremble.

Qin Yichen frowned slightly: "Is this...given to me?"

Xing Tian's body shook, pulling the chain of Pipa's bones, causing him another burst of pain.

However, although it was given to Qin Yichen, Xingtian did not pull out the battle flag and personally delivered it to the former.

Because Xing Tian is afraid that he will dirty this battle flag now...

Qin Yichen looked at the battle flag and saw the broken flag with the word "war" on one side and the word "wind" on the other.

Qin Yichen took a deep breath: "Thank you."

After that, Qin Yichen walked towards the battle flag.

The battle flag is very heavy, as if only the majestic God of War is qualified to carry it.

The God of War was sunk deeply into the earth, and it was only because the God of War used his last bit of strength to keep it standing.

No matter how you look at it, it is difficult to carry this battle flag again.

However, Qin Yichen didn't say a word. Divine power surged all over his body, and he suddenly pressed his palms on the flagpole!

In just a moment, Qin Yichen's waist bones made a crunching sound as they were unable to bear the weight!

This looks like a battle flag, but it seems to be shouldering the heavy responsibility of fighting for the human race and for those dead ancestors!

Qin Yichen's arms bulged with veins, and even dragon scales grew out. Seeing the dragon scales, Xing Tian fell into madness again.

Fortunately, at this moment, a ray of light approached, and it turned out that it was Hao Mingyang coming with Ziyun and the others.

When they saw Qin Yichen, who was almost crushed by the battle flag, Ziyun and others were shocked and rushed forward.

"help!"

Tu Yuelan and the others were still hesitant at first, but after seeing Hao Mingyang's acquiescence, they quickly stepped forward.

Seeing this, Xing Tian's body trembled again, but Hao Mingyang said in a concentrated voice: "The God of War also needs companions."

"ah!!!"

However, even with the help of his companions, the battle flag was still extremely heavy, suffocating Qin Yichen and others!

Even when Tu Jin'er raised his head, he saw the demon blood stained on the battle flag squirming and turning into a ferocious face.

"How dare you touch this flag? Tushan's courage is really getting bigger and bigger!"

"Little fox demon, aren't you afraid of death?"

The monster opened its mouth so ferociously that Tu Jin'er was so frightened that he immediately let go and retreated, causing Qin Yichen, who had just straightened up, to tense up his knees again.

Wuming and others were struggling. Suddenly, Ziyun raised his head and saw the divine blood squirming, transforming into a high-altitude god. It was like pressing down with a finger and turning him into flesh.

"You little bastard, how dare you touch this flag?"

"You dare to claim to be a real dragon? You are just a bastard! You are also a fool who is looking for death!"

"Can you carry it? Do you dare to carry it!"

Not only that, even in front of Qin Yichen's eyes, a head appeared, which was chopped off by a giant axe.

"Failed! We lost..."

"God of War, what are you going to do! You are crazy!"

"The God of War is possessed, the God of War..."

At that moment, the blood on the battle flag squirmed, and countless gods and demons looked down on Qin Yichen.

"If you dare to carry it, you will die!"

"Do you know what happened to the last person who carried this battle flag? He became the worst traitor in the world!"

"If you can't carry it, we can crush you to death with just a move of our fingers!"

Those voices seemed to come from ancient times, but each one was so powerful that they crushed Qin Yichen's shoulders and made them vomit blood.

However, the blood falling on the battle flag turned the battle flag bright red!

"wind……"

Suddenly, the sound of wind seemed to pass by the ears of Qin Yichen and others.

No!

That's not the sound of wind! It's the war cry of countless ancestors as they rush to kill!

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

When the strong wind rises, it can cause sudden changes in the world, but it cannot bend the backbone of the human race!
Chapter completed!