Bamboo Grove Garden.

The Qianlong Master Sect’s birthday celebration has come to an end.

All the major disciples left one after another.

Layman Qianlong and Xia Bingyue watched everyone leave.

Luo Tian and Lin Dongfeng stayed at the end and left.

When parting.

Luo Tian subconsciously glanced at Xia Bingyue, who happened to be looking at him as well.

The two looked at each other.

In Xia Bingyue's quiet starry eyes, an indescribable color flashed through, with a hint of entanglement and loneliness, as if she wanted to remember his face deeply.

Luo Tian has an intuition.

After this separation, it may be difficult to see Sister Xia for a long time.

Do not know why.

There was a trace of emptiness and reluctance in his heart, perhaps because the ice jade fairy body in his beautiful dream that day was so infatuating and unforgettable.

Half a day later.

Lin Dongfeng and Luo Tian returned to the royal capital, took the Holy Palace's exclusive spirit bird, and embarked on their return journey.

At the speed of a spiritual bird, it only takes a day or two to return to the Sun-Chasing Holy Mansion.

on the way.

Lin Dongfeng seemed to have something on his mind and hesitated to speak.

Luo Tian didn't take the initiative to ask.

His spiritual sense sensed that the looming crisis was brewing and becoming more and more intense.

This sense of crisis has always existed since leaving the royal secret garden.

"Is there any omission in Zheng Wei's death?"

Luo Tian frowned slightly.

He was running the Creation Technique, using his fingers to create several weird magic formulas, and his body exuded a mysterious aura.

Through the magic formula, the sense of bad luck and bad luck can be enhanced.

The sense of crisis came from a distant direction, vague and unclear, but it was constantly approaching.

"It seems that we have to prepare for the worst."

Luo Tian's eyes flickered.

He had a feeling that he might be facing a disaster.

…

In the eastern region of the mainland, the distant Red Dragon Dynasty.

Prince Zheng's Mansion, in a dark and empty side hall.

Sitting on the dragon chair with dark gold carvings, a middle-aged man in a purple-red robe, his face filled with gloom, the surrounding air was depressing and filled with a murderous aura.

"Return to the prince! A message from Qiu Yue Kingdom has arrived!"

A black mist flashed in, and a man in black, half kneeling on the ground, appeared in the hall.

"If Qiuyue Kingdom does not give an explanation for Wei'er's death, I will flatten the capital of Qiuyue Kingdom!"

Prince Zheng was as gloomy as water, with a frightening cold light flashing in his eyes.

As early as a few days ago.

The "soul card" of the youngest son Zheng Wei shattered in the palace, and Prince Zheng learned of his death immediately.

"Cangyun Kingdom...Luo Tian..."

Prince Zheng read the letter from Qiu Yueguo, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Qiu Yueguo's letter stated that he was 90% sure that the murderer was Luo Tian.

"Reply to Qiu Yue Kingdom and Cangyun Kingdom and ask them to hand over the murderer, otherwise I will let countless people be buried with them!"

Prince Zheng's voice was filled with bone-chilling chills, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hells.

"Na Luo Tian! I want to kill all nine of his tribes!"

Prince Zheng's face showed a trace of distorted black spots under the extreme hatred and killing intent.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The man in black shuddered, feeling the pressure of a storm approaching.

Prince Zheng was the most powerful prince in the Red Dragon Dynasty. He had a huge energy background and even owned a territory of a subordinate country, which was much larger than Qiu Yue Kingdom and Cangyun Kingdom combined.

After decades of war, Prince Zheng destroyed not ten, but seven or eight countries.

…

Four or five days later.

Cangyun Kingdom, Lingyun County.

Near a river in Black Demon Ridge.

"Ah! Run quickly——"

A demon hunting team of seven or eight people was being chased by an inky black giant crocodile.

Shit!

The giant black crocodile roared and spat out a stream of black water, surrounding a lagging sixth-level pulse-opening warrior.

"ah!"

A scream was heard, and the sixth level warrior who opened the pulse fell into the black water and was unable to move. He was torn into several pieces by the giant crocodile and swallowed alive.

The warrior in front was so frightened that he ran faster.

"What an unlucky thing! It's only been two days since I entered the Black Demon Ridge, and I encountered a spirit-level monster."

At the front of the team, a middle-aged man in black armor said angrily.

The middle-aged man in black armor has the ninth-level cultivation of Kaimai. He is the leader of this demon hunting team. He often goes to the Black Demon Ridge to hunt demon beasts and is quite famous in Lingyun County.

Then.

Once they encounter a spirit-level monster, the monster hunting team will face a great crisis.

Under normal circumstances, this probability is very low,

Whoops!

After the giant black crocodile devoured a warrior, it turned into an afterimage and quickly approached the demon hunting team.

"Ahh..."

The screams came again, and the demon hunting team was killed in pieces.

The giant black crocodile's strength is terrifying and its speed is astonishing. It only takes the blink of an eye to kill each person.

It’s over!

The entire team fell into endless despair.

"Haha, I finally found another one."

A chuckle came from far to near.

Then he saw a handsome young man in a light black cloak, with a happy face, approaching.

"Have reinforcements arrived?"

The leader, the middle-aged man in black armor, was very happy.

Look sideways.

Everyone was greatly disappointed. How high could a young boy with a young age reach in his cultivation level?

To deal with spirit-level monsters, only masters of the spirit sea realm can do it.

Whoosh!

The young man's speed was much faster than expected, almost as fast as the giant black crocodile.

"What is he?"

Everyone in the demon hunting team stared, as if they were looking at a mentally retarded person.

"This young man has good cultivation, but it's a pity..."

The middle-aged man in black armor couldn't bear it.

But having teenagers behind them to delay can increase their chances of escape.
To be continued...