"Let's go!" Tracole's body flashed like lightning, rose up from the ground, and jumped onto the wide and stable back of the griffin.

Kubakis's eyes lit up, and he did the same thing, jumped up in the same way and came to the back of another griffin.

Poor three powerful Heavenly Kings, when they were in full swing, they stood firm in the void and broke through the air and left in just one thought. At this time, they were seriously injured and even jumped up ten thousand meters, which became a luxury. They could only use the griffin to escape. The embarrassment of the few people was simply beyond description.

"Chee..."

The griffin let out a low shout, and the sound similar to ultrasonic waves made everyone dizzy and unable to pursue. Then it quickly climbed up and turned into four or five small black dots and circled in the sky, continuing to climb, rising to a height of enough to calmly avoid the huge magic shield in the imperial capital St. Petersburg and the great magicians in the magic tower.

"Meng Chanzi, today's shame will be reported to the three empires in the future!"

"Hahaha, I know you are actually very injured, so you should recover from your injuries. The next time you fight will be when your country and your family are destroyed. At that time, your Meng Chanzi's head will be hung at the palace gate of the imperial palace and will be forever viewed by the world, hahaha!"

"Meng Chanzi, you can't kill us here today. The encounter of Han Guanghu tomorrow will be your fate! I, Kubakis, swears to the sky!!"

The shouts and threats of the three powerful men came from the sky. They seemed to know that Meng Chanzi was injured and could not be pursued. Today's defeat was really an unforgettable shame for them. The four powerful men were besieged by the other party and fled like a dog.

The griffin circled and climbed, the height was getting higher and higher, and he was about to leave. Meng Chanzi stood quietly on the ground without taking action. Han Zifeng leaned beside a huge rock, the beauty was carrying a good wine in the glass, and there was no intention to pursue it. Except for the two powerful Heavenly Lords, the others wanted to chase it but were unable to catch it.

Seeing the three of them escaping in a arrogant laugh, at this moment, a sudden change occurred—

"Come whenever I want, go whenever I want, whenever I want, where is the Chinese Dynasty?"

A majestic and unquestionable voice suddenly came from the Forbidden City in the distance, resounding throughout the night sky. With the sound full of the breath of the emperor, an indescribable powerful aura suddenly emerged from the Forbidden City, and golden lights shot out, filling the painted black night sky.

When everyone looked closely, they were dumbfounded to find out what kind of light was there. The sky was filled with golden dragons. Each dragon was ten meters long. The dragon's body was golden scales and very luxurious. The dragon roared and the roar was filled with unimaginable pressure. It was incredibly fast and went against the sky. It quickly caught up with the griffin that was about to turn into a small black dot.

Facing the golden dragon, the griffin, known as the overlord of the sky cavalry, had no power of resistance. It was just an interlaced, and all five or six griffin were split into pieces in the screams, and pieces of blood rain and bone corpses fell from the sky.

A few screams came from the sky, and several figures fell in the bloody rain. The figure tried hard to maintain the speed of falling in the air, sliding crookedly to the distance. With such strength, it was Tracole and others who fell far into the ancient capital of the vast night, like water drops falling into the sea.

After all, these people were unable to escape from China safely.

At this time, not many people paid attention to Tracole and others who fell in the vast night, because almost everyone was shocked by the giant flying dragons that were gushing out of the palace.

The luxurious and indescribable terrifying aura made every Chinese warrior standing on the top of Tianjun Mountain stand in place, and some warriors with slightly less strength crawled and knelt on the ground.

The martial arts aura that is the only one who respects martial arts has given the instinct of kneeling and worshiping.

When everyone reacted, the golden dragons had turned into mottled golden light spots, scattered like fireflies flying all over the sky, and soon dissipated into the dark night sky, like a dream drifting with the wind, and finally turned into nothingness, but the luxurious and irresistible king's aura was still extremely wide in the void.

"That's... the golden dragon of national fortune?" Someone murmured in the distance, his tone almost like a dream.

Meng Fei's heart was shocked and turned his head to look. The person who spoke was the old man with white hair among the ten people of the Secret Sect. The eyes were filled with wrinkles and wrinkles. There was an unconcealed surprise and shock, and even a hint of fear was fleeting.

National fortune!

National fortune!!

A golden dragon formed by using national destiny!!!

These words shocked everyone and Meng Fei, just like a tide of anger, far surpassing the previous dreamy scene where the golden dragon was scattered all over the sky.

Because everyone knows what the word "destiny of the country" represents and who it represents!

It was an imperial myth, it was a myth for a period of time, it was... a legend of an emperor.

The Great Emperor of China in the Chinese Dynasty could actually use the power of national destiny to turn into a golden dragon!

What does this mean?

It means that the Great Emperor of China has completely possessed the body of the real dragon, and this body of the real dragon was formed acquired. This is really a legend.

The golden dragons that had just transformed just now contained unparalleled majesty and domineeringness, giving everyone the feeling that even Meng Chanzi could not resist after the outbreak...

Thinking of this, almost everyone couldn't help but shout.

"Uh...puff!!"

Just when almost everyone was still immersed in the shocking afterglow brought by the Emperor of China, a sudden change occurred—

A muffled sound and blood splashed suddenly sounded in his ears. Meng Fei looked at the source of the sound. Suddenly, the blood in his body was about to solidify. The straight body of the Tianjun Meng Chanzi, who had been standing in the distance, suddenly began to shake. He raised his head and blood spurted out from his mouth like a fountain. At the same time, the shocking wounds left behind in his right chest after being attacked by Tracole.

"Senior!" Meng Fei rushed over frantically and hugged Meng Chanzi's about to fall in his arms.

At this time, Meng Chanzi had become a bloody man.

Meng Fei was shocked to find that every pore in the body of the Tianzhao Tianjun seemed to be gushing outwards with plasma. This was a symptom that would occur after the extremely injured bones and flesh were almost crushed by huge pressure. Young Master Meng's mind suddenly became blank. It was obvious that Meng Chanzi's injuries were much worse than his appearance.

"Ah, Lord Tianjun!"

"Mr. Meng Chanzi, are you... injured?"

Many Chinese warriors exclaimed in trembling voices. No one expected that Trakor, who had killed the Heavenly Lord of the Snow Fight Empire, killed the Hanguang Tiger, and Obak and Kubakis, the three powerful Heavenly Lords, were rat-running and dog-running in the wild. It turned out that Meng Chanzi, who had suffered such serious injuries, had immediately wanted to rush over.

At this time—

Whoosh swish swish swish swish!

There were many figures, and thirty or forty people jumped out from all sides. They were all wearing white robes, carrying long swords, and looked sad, surrounding Meng Chanzi. The leader was extremely young, with an ordinary face, not handsome, but his pair of star eyes and sword eyebrows gave people a very sharp feeling, and there was a vague temperament of a world of aloofness.

"Sir, please stop!" The man said very politely, stretched out his arm and stopped everyone aside.

Although the Chinese warriors were worried about the injury of Lord Tianjun, they stood obediently in the distance.

Because everyone could see from their clothes that the people in front of them were from Tianjun Mountain. In other words, they were likely to be disciples of Tianjun Meng Chanzi. Although they were not nobles or officials of the empire, even if they were a small servant in Tianjun Mountain, they still had a noble status and should not be underestimated.

The warriors of Tianjun Mountain blocked everyone from the periphery, but Meng Fei was missed. Moreover, they looked extremely respectful to Meng Fei. They tacitly protected Meng Chanzi and Meng Fei in the middle, blocking everyone's gaze, and even faintly fluctuated power and aura, even blocking the sound.

"Oh, life is like a dream, ten thousand years are too long, I have to seize the day!"

Han Zifeng, the United Emperor's crown prince who was surrounded by green, drank the wine in the golden cup and hugged the four beautiful beauties. With a flash of magic, the four disappeared on the Tianjun Mountain.

Han Zifeng is the only one who retains all his strength in the Battle of Today, so he naturally comes and goes freely.

"Why can he stay with Lord Tianjun..." In the crowd, a miserable emperor, a little unwilling to accept it, pointed at Meng Fei and questioned.

No one answered him.

The disciples of more than dozens of Meng Chanzi's disciples were expressionless, as if the grandson of the emperor in front of him was a ray of air, and even a disdainful smile flashed across the corner of the young man with star-eyed sword-browed eyes and sword-browed eyebrows.

"Let's go!" Princess Ziyi looked at the two figures behind the crowd deeply, waved her hand, and took Zi Yan, the guard who also stared at Meng Fei, and a noble master around her, and followed the path when she came.

"Let's go too!" Duo Gongsun Fei and the witch Beigong Lianyan looked at each other and left with the noble master who belonged to him.

Some people keenly discovered that among the masters of the vassal states, some people had already chosen to stand and chose to surrender to both sides in the throne, and left with Princess Ziyi and Gongsun Fei.

Meng Fei hugged Meng Chanzi tightly. The breath of this prominent imperial king was weakening bit by bit. Meng Fei could even feel the powerful vitality of the powerful Heavenly Lord's powerful man passing by like a hurry. This was a very terrible and cruel feeling.

Meng Fei summoned the pill from the iron space, and regardless of Meng Chanzi's obstruction, he poured it all into his mouth.

At this time, Meng Chanzi was extremely weak and could not stop Meng Fei's actions.

However, the elixir with extremely powerful magic in the past was not as good as Meng Fei expected.

The powerful Heavenly Lord has strong vitality. Of course, a bottle of elixir cannot completely treat Meng Chanzi's injuries, but at least it can stop bleeding. However, it is strange that this bottle of elixir seems to have no effect at all. Meng Fei could still feel that Meng Chanzi's vitality is passing by bit by bit.

"Cough cough cough... don't waste such precious medicine. My injury...even if I come here in person, it will not be possible to cure it..." Meng Chanzi coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and shook his head gently and said, "This is my clone. Little guy, don't worry, even if I die, my deity will protect you..."

Meng Chanzi said a fact that made Meng Fei’s mind blank.

This extremely powerful Meng Chanzi is actually just a clone... How strong is Meng Chanzi’s original deity, and where is it now?

Meng Fei soon discovered the real reason why Meng Chanzi suddenly broke out after his vitality was cut off and defeated the four powerful Heavenly Lords in one fell swoop - that was a black pill.

"The forbidden pill that burns life?"

Meng Fei was very sad.

Although this is just a clone of Meng Chanzi, it is also a living life.

Moreover, this clone also formed a life-long friendship with Young Master Meng...

When Meng Fei thought of this, he felt very sad.

At this moment, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This was the most powerless one he had since ascended to the Thousand Star Realm. He originally thought that he had all kinds of golden fingers and everything was in his own control. In fact, this was indeed the case before. Almost any difficulties were easily resolved by him. Even if he was chased by a heavenly king that time, it was extremely dangerous, but it was not a desperate situation. Unfortunately, this time...

Meng Fei was frantically recalling everything he had... It seemed that nothing could have the effect of life and death, human flesh and bones.

At this moment, Meng Chanzi seemed to have entered a state of rejuvenation. Suddenly his eyes became brighter, and the wound no longer sprayed blood outward. He sat up with his hands on the ground. A smile appeared on his face that had always been deserted. He seemed to think of something beautiful in his long-standing memory. He looked up slightly at the stars in the dark night and murmured: "Two pots of wine in the turbid world, meet a game of chess..."

"Senior, your injury..." Meng Fei was worried about his injury, so he finally interrupted Meng Chanzi's mood of remembrance.

Meng Chanzi lowered his head and looked at Meng Fei. The smile on his face remained unchanged, and there was a hint of ease like removing the burden: "Creating the power of life and increasing your strength. You are also a cultivator. You should know what the consequences will be if you use it?"

Meng Fei was heartbroken and nodded.

"My mission of clone has been completed..." Meng Chanzi stood up gently, his body shaking slightly, but he was still straight like a javelin, walking step by step towards the distance, signaling Meng Fei to follow him, and said, "I know, you have many questions in your heart, but I don't have time to explain to you."
Chapter completed!