As Xue Bancheng said, sometimes blood and family cannot be simply equated.

After countless years of the vast land of Shenzhou, the closest relatives have turned against each other, and there are many things that have no blood relationship between the two who depend on each other, but it is undeniable that the bloodline inheritance is the most primitive and instinctive fetters of the creatures under the avenue.

Therefore, listening to Xue Bancheng's words in his ears, holding a halberd, the old Bei'an King who slowly walked to the dragon chair on the high platform of the Jinluan Hall suddenly paused, and then the whole seemed to be directly old, and even the originally straight back suddenly became a few points stiffer, and became a real gray-haired old man in the twilight.

Tiger poison still doesn't eat children, and the old king of Bei'an came to Liuli City in the Extreme North Snow Plains this time to kill people.

He had killed too many people since he stepped into this golden hall, but the most important one had not yet been seen.

There are ninety-nine steps of the high steps of the Jinluan Palace, symbolizing the extreme of the emperor, and the thoughts of the old king of Bei'an are very heavy, so he walks very slowly, and every step out is a kind of torment for the old man who has been fighting on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years.

At the same time, on the other side of the Jinluan Hall, in the depths of the corridor, after the roar, roar, and impact gradually subsided, in a corner of the dark room, the young figure shrunk in the corner, slowly raised the dragon's scaly head, and stared at the ray of light at the end of the road in the distance.

There was confusion, confusion, and doubt in the eyes of this figure.

The Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Array, which was originally trapped, had already lost its effect because the entire main array had been shattered by King Bei'an with a halberd, so Shanzi at this time could walk out of this dark room at will, but he didn't go anywhere, neither left, nor walked to the Jinluan Palace, but stretched out his hand and covered his right eye, showing pain.

Since then, his right eye has begun to stinging violently, as if a thunderbolt is gathering in his eyes, and at the same time, with his heart beating violently at an extremely fast frequency, a fear that has begun to tremble in the depths of his soul has begun to gush upwards.

Then Shanzi covered his right eye, which was getting hotter and hotter, stood up with a breath, and continued to stare at the dark passage leading to the Jinluan Hall in front of him with his left eye with golden dragon pupils, and a vague shadow appeared on Shanzi's side, stretching out his hand to support his body that was still trembling violently, which was the person in his mirror.

Shanzi's heart, in addition to throbbing, emerged a call from the depths of the blood, which was similar to the complex and anxious emotions of an orphan who was about to meet his biological parents, and then this ill-fated young man gently raised his feet and took a step forward, but a cold voice sounded from in front of Shanzi:

"I promised to pass Guan Zhengqing, I want to protect you, those people outside are dead, I don't care, but only you can't have an accident, outside is one of the three kings of Great Xia, Jiang Yu, the king of Bei'an, the god of killing in the north, in front of such overhauls, I can't protect you, you have to think clearly, whether to get out of this dark room. ”

After the voice fell, only his left arm remained, and the white-clothed Yunxiang Tuoba appeared in the dark passage, blocking in front of Shanzi, and then he looked at Shanzi who was half-human and half-dragon in front of him, and even Shanzi with red thunder flashing constantly, his eyes were complicated.

In a sense, Shanzi is undergoing an extremely painful transformation, and there are two directions of transformation, the dragon of the orthodox bloodline of the Win clan, and the person who belongs to the thunder bloodline of the Jiang clan of the king of Bei'an.

At this time, this transformation has reached the most critical period, Shanzi can no longer suppress the changes in his entire body, he can only choose one of them.

Choose one of two extremely domineering bloodlines, either become a dragon soaring in the sky, or become the one who rules the thunder!

"I guess Guan Zhengqing definitely didn't tell you that, he or my nominal father Shan Wenbai, the reason why he lured the king of Bei'an to the extreme northern snow field was to force me to make the final choice, I actually know this very well, but I can't imagine that after such a great rebellion like yours, there will be compassion, I don't need you to be pitiful, because this is fate. ”

In Shanzi's voice, there was both hoarseness like a dragon's roar, and a young handsome man like a human boy, the two were mixed together, as if two people were speaking at the same time, extremely weird, and then Shanzi, who was a little bent, slowly stopped straightening his body and continued to speak:

"And the higher the cultivator's cultivation, the more he has a dark sense of the bloodline, so in this incomparably desolate extreme northern snowfield, I can't escape, this is a must be broken, isn't it?"

After Shanzi's words fell, Yun Xian Tuoba, who had delicate facial features and complex eyes, did not speak again, but gently let go of his body, revealing the dark passage behind him.

"Thank you. ”

Shanzi raised his hand, bowed lightly to the front, and then with the support of the person in the mirror, he once again walked step by step along the long dark passage, towards the light emitted by the Jinluan Palace.

"This dragon chair, once under the ass of the emperor of the previous dynasty of the Ying clan for nearly 10,000 years, when the Yin Ruins were burned by the fire of the sun for nearly three years, the world thought that this dragon chair was destroyed under the fire of the sky, but never thought that it could travel so far and come to the northernmost part of this vast land of Shenzhou, it was really a creation and a man. ”

On the high platform of the Jinluan Palace, the old king of Bei'an looked down at the dragon chair in front of him, which was entrenched in nine dragons and once symbolized supreme glory, and his voice sounded faintly, but having said that, the old prince's eyes did not have too many sighs, and then he spoke again to the panting Xue Bancheng not far behind him:

"The stairs of the high platform of this Jinluan Hall are ninety-nine steps, and the former courtiers kneel below, each of them has to stretch their necks and raise their heads high in order to see the people on this dragon chair.

"The collapse of the building is not due to a day, and this chair is still ruined. ”

After the old prince finished speaking, he raised the halberd full of blood-colored thunder in his hand, his face was solemn, he waved it with strength, and after a burst roar, the halberd directly crossed a trajectory that pierced the void, and fell straight down towards the dragon chair in front of him.

But when this thunder blood halberd was only a finger away from the dragon chair, the right hand under the command of the king of Bei'an stopped firmly in place, motionless, and then the old man in a black robe slowly straightened up, turned to look to the side, and raised his eyes.

"Click, click, click. ”

A slow but slight footstep sounded from a side intersection, and then under the gaze of Old Bei'an and Xue Bancheng, a tall and young voice slowly stepped out of the shadows.

The appearance of the person who came gradually became clear, and the old prince's majestic body formed by thunder trembled slightly, and then a faint voice sounded on the high platform of the main hall:

"If you want to smash this dragon chair that symbolizes the last glory of the Win Clan's previous dynasty, are you also determined to kill me who has the last orthodox bloodline of the Win Clan.

"Father?"