Ziwei Emperor Star.

On the edge of Diao'aoji in the East China Sea, the waves are huge, shaped like a giant dragon turning over, and the white waves are like the heaven and earth being overturned, disturbing the whole sea.

Someone is fighting.

Above the sky, there are three creatures with terrifying flames all over their bodies, attacking with all their strength the two old men in golden robes. The two old men were obviously weak and suffered many setbacks. Both of them were covered in injuries and bright red wounds.

The blood flowed down and evaporated patches of sea level.

One of the old men's left arm was bald and freshly injured, but his face showed a roar and determination to protect him to the death.

Behind them is Diaoaoji in the East China Sea. There, there is a sun disk hanging in the sky, covering a ten-mile radius below, preventing any evil spirits from invading. Among them are more than thirty people, all wearing golden robes.

Most of the human beings are young people.

"Brother, I'm afraid." Tears rolled down the face of a little boy who looked to be only three or four years old. He kept crying. His little hands tightly grasped the sleeves of a big boy next to him, and he looked at the sea nervously and fearfully.

The battle on.

Although the older boy was also pale, there was an astonishing tenacity and stability beyond his age in his eyes.

However, he is only eight years old and is still just another slightly older child.

He held the little boy's hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, Tongtong. The two sect elders will definitely be able to drive away those miscellaneous birds and take us away."

The little boy named Tongtong couldn't hold back his tears when he heard these words, and cried even louder: "Why, why do the Jinwu people want to kill our relatives, why do they want to kill our grandfathers, why do they want to kill us

's parents..."

"Tongtong, you have to know that we are the descendants of the Human Emperor, and you are the direct descendants of the Human Emperor. These bastards are just coveting the "Sun Sutra", the ancient scripture passed down by our ancestors, the Human Emperor. They are not human race! They are

They belong to the beast clan! We must fight against these alien races!"

The little boy said loudly, his eyes red, staring at the three flame creatures in the East China Sea with hatred.

It was the Golden Crow clan that destroyed the Sun Temple.

It was the Golden Crow clan who massacred nearly 100,000 descendants of the Human Emperor lineage of the Sun Temple.

There are only more than thirty people of noble Imperial bloodline left on Ziwei Star, and Tongtong is the only direct bloodline of the Human Emperor.

At this time.

On the sea level, there was a sudden loud explosion.

Boom!

It was like a sun rising from the sea, accompanied by the chirping of some kind of bird. It was a terrifying magical sound that pierced people's eardrums, making the sun disk guarding these thirty people somewhat unbearable.

A cold voice carried the mountains and seas.

"Sun Temple, this prince has wiped out all the remnants of the sun except you. Now only you two old guys and these little evil obstacles are left. Today, four of our ten princes of the Golden Crow are born.

You are not dead yet!”

It was a Golden Crow in its true form, galloping over from the other side of the East China Sea horizon to join the battle, presenting a four-on-two battle.

The two old men of the Sun Temple, who were already struggling to support themselves, were now seriously injured. The newly joined Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow, the Golden Crow, had much better Sun Fire than the other three Golden Crows.

As soon as it came, the two old men suffered unbearable pressure. Their hair was singed, as if they were being tortured by magma, and their whole bodies were burned by fire in incomparable pain.

Due to the arrival of this Sun Golden Crow, all the tens of thousands of meters of deep sea water was evaporated, revealing a hundred thousand mile trench, like a black desert appearing in the sea.

This place has become a world like a sea of ​​fire.

Even so, the two old men were still working hard to support the sun disk behind them and prevent it from breaking.

Because this is already the last bloodline of the Human Emperor.

An old man roared angrily: "Assholes and beasts, there is no way that the ancient bloodline scriptures of our human race and human emperors will fall into your hands."

"You bunch of beasts are not worthy!!!"

He roared loudly and waved his hands, and the golden power of the sun poured out from between his hands like small dragons, turning into a turbulent stream of supreme divine light and striking directly at the four golden crows on the opposite side.

"It's the light of the sun god, be careful!!" The sixth prince Lu Ya immediately shouted and stood in front of the other three golden crows.

He did not expect that at this time, the remnants of the human race in the Sun Temple could actually perform the terrifying magic in the Sun Scripture. They were obviously making a last ditch effort to create opportunities.

But how could there be a chance to them.

Lu Yao's golden eyes flashed with cold light.

It rushed directly towards the dragon-like sun light.

The three-legged golden crow's tail feathers flickered, stirring up thousands of sparks. Each drop of sparks turned into a ball of flames, and when they were all gathered together, they became a sea of ​​fire formed by the true fire of the sun.

The true fire of the sun of the Golden Crow clan!

The power to burn the sky and cook the sea!

The extreme collision of the divine light of the sun and the true fire of the sun.

Lu Ya shouted coldly: "Old man, if you were not injured, you might still be able to compete with this prince. Now, you will definitely die!!"

A feather fan appeared on the head of the three-legged Golden Crow.

The most beautiful, the most noble, the most noble.

It is a supreme holy instrument made from the feathers of the three-legged golden crow.

The feather fan flapped forward, and suddenly the boundless sea of ​​​​fire rose ten times higher, rushing toward Diao'aoji like a tsunami of flames!

Puff puff puff!!!

Zila Zila Zila!!

melt!

melt!

Terrible power!!

The old man who stood in front of him and shot out the sun's rays was burned to a bloody pulp in an instant, but his desperate and urgent voice roared out: "Third brother, I can't survive, but I can still hold on for dozens of breaths."

!Take them away quickly!!”

"Second brother!!" Another one-armed old man's eyes were bloodshot and he looked like a madman.

He gritted his teeth and immediately abandoned his second brother without hesitation, and rushed towards the sun disk with blood all over his body.

The arrival of the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow immediately put them into a desperate situation.

Over there, Tongtong and her brother cried loudly when they saw this scene:

"Second Grandpa!!"

However, the little boy quickly stopped crying. He looked at the unbearable situation over there and Tongtong next to him, with a decisive look in his eyes and clenched his teeth, as if he had made a decision.

…………

The one-armed old man rushed into the sun disk like lightning. He was anxious to take away the sun disk: "Little masters, there is a second grandpa blocking you over there. I will take you quickly..."

However, his words have not yet been spoken.

"Third Grandpa, take Tongtong away quickly and hand the sun disk to us. The rest of us will disperse with you!" the little boy said urgently.

A moment.

The one-armed old man understood immediately.

His eyes widened with excitement: "No! How can I abandon you? You are all the blood of the ancestors of the Human Emperor!!"

The little boy didn't speak at all.

With an eager look on his face, he flew into the sky, swiped his tiny arm, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out. He immediately summoned the sun disk and controlled this sacred weapon of the Human Emperor lineage.

The next moment, he waved the sun disk in the sky and took away the others.

The one-armed old man felt like he was struck by lightning, and his heart was almost torn apart.

But this sacred weapon only recognizes the blood of the Human Emperor as its first owner. He is just a guardian of the Sun Temple. If he forcibly blocks it with magic, he can do it. However, with only a few dozen precious breaths, how can he do it?

Waste of time...

The sun was perfect and rushed away from here under the control of the little boy.

"Third Grandpa, Tongtong is the only young master of the Sun Temple. All of us combined are not as important as him. You must keep him alive!"

The little boy's clear voice reached the ears of the one-armed old man.

"Brother Feng!!"

Tongtong still stood there blankly.

The two-year-old boy had not yet reacted to the change that had occurred when the little boy quickly left with the others.

Boom~

Rumble!!!

Without the sun's disk, terrible waves of fire surged.

The one-armed old man's eyes turned red, and he didn't dare to think about anything else. He picked up the little master and turned into a escaping light to leave.
To be continued...