My Brother Is The Protagonist

In the deepest part of the ancient battlefield, there was a bloody color, and even the sky was the same color.

There was chaotic killing intent everywhere, and it lasted for a long time. From time to time, there were killing sounds from the heavens and the earth, and it was not clear where it came from.

On the earth, there are piles of soil packs of different sizes, and there is one at a distance of a few hundred feet. There are almost three hundred in total.

It looks like a cemetery, a pile of tombs, but there is not even the simplest tombstone, which is extremely depressing.

In these large and small soil bags, there was a white light suspended above some soil bags, and a halo shrouded in a halo, exuding the breath of Immortal.

These lights were all Immortal lights, one after another, and the total amount was about twenty or thirty.

But beside these Immortal lights, there was a blood-colored figure standing each, all exuding a terrifying killing intent, staining the sky with blood.

This is the deepest part of the ancient battlefield. People who have been here call it the Tomb of the Kings.

Under these soil packs, those who were buried were all beings above the quasi-king level, that is to say, at least nearly three hundred powerhouses above the quasi-king level had fallen here.

It doesn't include those who don't even have a soil bag.

It can be seen how tragic the battle that took place here, even the powerhouses above the quasi-king level were buried so many.

Clang!

"kill!"

Inside, there were waves of killing sounds reverberating, and the sound of weapons colliding in it was mixed in, that was why a lot of people were besieging something.

Following the voice, I saw a group of people gathered around a dirt bag and attacked the blood-colored murderous spirit.

From the perspective of breath, this killing spirit is of the quasi-king level, and now it can only exert the strength of the peak of Nine Cycles Sage. At this time, under the siege of everyone, it is faltering and will soon be killed.

"Shenfeng tears the sky claws."

With a loud phoenix roar, I saw a colorful Phoenix volleyed down, and on the indestructible phoenix claws, there was a terrifying tearing force, which penetrated the body of the killing spirit and shattered it completely.

After the colorful Phoenix landed, it turned into a human body, with golden-red hair, and it was a small fire.

"Feng Yan, are you all right."

At this time, a beautiful woman with long blonde hair walked up to him and asked with concern.

This woman wore a long colorful dress with pale golden eyes. She had a noble temperament and an inexplicable majesty on her body, exactly the same as Xiao Huo's breath.

"Mayfair, I'm fine."

Smiling and shook his head, Xiao Huo looked at the woman with gentle eyes.

"Master Holy Maiden, Master Saint Son, go and put away the light of Immortal."

The subordinates reminded vocally that there are people everywhere in it, and it is very likely that someone will take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the ray of Immortal light and escape.

"Well, I'll be... thief, dare you!"

With that, Xiao Huo was about to take off the ray of Immortal Light, and suddenly felt someone coming straight towards the Immortal Light, very fast, and he was in front of Xiao Huo in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Huo let out a furious rage, and a golden red flame burst out of his body, which instantly condensed into a flame Phoenix, sweeping towards that figure.

"Go away!"

The figure felt the dangerous breath, yelled, and patted the golden-red flame Phoenix with a palm.

"Ah... Damn it, you wait for me."

The moment he touched the flame Phoenix, the person screamed, made a decisive decision, and immediately escaped into the void, disappeared, and came and went quickly.

"Huh, sneaky guys."

With a cold snort, Xiao Huo took the ray of Immortal light into his palm and fell in front of the woman.

"Mayfair, you can absorb it, it can help you transform into Immortal will, and by then, it will greatly shorten the time for you to cast Immortal."

Putting this ray of Immortal light into the woman's hand, Xiao Huo said with a smile.

"No, Feng Yan, you need it more than I do. You have already cast an Immortal body. As long as you are transforming into Immortal will, you will be a true quasi-king powerhouse."

The woman shook her head and said.

"Listen to me, there are still a lot of Immortal lights here, the big deal is that I will kill another spirit of killing intent, hurry up and hold it."

Xiao Huo smiled, saying that he didn't care about this ray of Immortal light.

"However, the spirit of killing intent is too difficult to kill. With our strength, we can't help much."

The woman looked at the clansmen around her, their faces were very tired, it was obvious that when she was besieging this spirit of killing intent, it was quite exhausting.

"Hahaha, you don't have to worry about Mayfair. I am enough for the quasi-king-level killing intent spirit. I will not provoke the king-level killing intent spirit for the time being."

Xiao Huo laughed, his tone full of confidence.

"okay then."

The woman then accepted the light of Immortal, and then the Lotus Position sat down and began to absorb it.

Seeing this, Xiao Huo let go and looked at the rest of the tribe. They were all tribesmen with low blood aptitude in the tribe, and at best they reached the level of tricolor, and the Cultivation Base also reached the Sage level.

It was specially sent to protect the Holy Maiden, Mayer, ready to lay down his life to protect the Holy Maiden.

Although Xiaohuo felt very disgusted with this clan, the thoughts in these people's minds were deeply ingrained and could not be changed.

During the cultivation time in the Phoenix Palace, only Fei Er had resonance with his thoughts.

On the contrary, the other Saint Sons and Holy Maiden looked down on the people of these bloodlines and aptitudes, and they always looked like superiors.

Therefore, Xiao Huo didn't like to have deep friendship with those Saint Sons and Holy Maiden.

Only Mayfair, the Holy Maiden, was very in favor of Xiao Huo's idea. From occasional conversations to talks between the two, they gradually understood each other in depth.

Mayfair, the Holy Maiden, has the same colorful blood as Xiaohuo.

It's just that when she was young, she was miscalculated, hurt her heart, suffered a secret injury, and has not healed yet, which also caused her to make slow progress in cultivation.

Such a hidden wound, only when she casts the Immortal body, will she be completely healed.

Before that, it would greatly hinder her cultivation.

However, even the practice is hindered, how difficult it should be to build Immortal.

Therefore, her current Cultivation Base can only reach the level 4 Sage level, but Xiaocheng, and the other Saints and Holy Maiden, are all at level 7 or higher, Dacheng Sage level, and even Nine Cycles.

Even Xiao Huo, the later saint son, surpassed her, which shows how much the dark wound in her heart has affected her.

However, even if she was in trouble in her practice, she never gave up on herself. Instead, she sharpened her will and strengthened her mind, which caused her power to far exceed Cultivation Base Realm, comparable to Nine Cycles Sage.

This point made Xiao Huo very impressed. This woman who had experienced suffering since she was a child has a very strong heart.

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