With the blind box system in hand, the waste material counterattacks and becomes a genius in cultiva

The situation is very unfavorable for Daxia.

It was Wang Fusheng's firm request that the age of those competing for the quota be limited to under 20 years old, otherwise the situation would be even worse.

The Blue Moon Clan has several king-level people who are only twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

But even so, the situation is still not optimistic.

Under the age of twenty, the Blue Moon Clan is still very capable in fighting, and the weakest are all young masters.

In Daxia, young masters who are like legends are rare, but in the Blue Moon Clan they are just ordinary people with ordinary qualifications.

The gap between the two races is so huge, as if there is an endless abyss between them, out of reach.

No matter how strong a hunting dog is, it can never be a match for a lion.

"If only the Sword Demon were here, he could suppress the entire younger generation of the Blue Moon Clan by himself."

"What's the point of saying this now? Xiao Chen can't come back to life."

"The human race is in danger. Is there anyone in the younger generation who can turn the tide?"

The kings sighed.

Shenzang is the property of the gods.

Possesses incredible power.

Currently, the Blue Moon Clan and Da Xia can barely maintain a balance, but they only have a slight advantage.

If the Blue Moon Clan obtains the divine treasure again, the balance may be broken soon.

"I heard that Xiao Chen has a younger brother named Xiao Lingtian, who is fifteen years old this year, dual-core, and half a step into the king realm! He might be able to make the Blue Moon clan's prodigies bow their heads." said an old man with wrinkles on his face.

"Fifteen years old, dual core, half-step to the King Realm? Isn't that stronger than Xiao Chen?"

"Why have we never heard of this person?"

Several people were shocked.

Xiao Lingtian had just been promoted to dual-core and had not yet taken action. His reputation had only spread within a small circle and he was not as famous as Huang Yelang.

"Indeed, I heard that this person's talent and strength are even higher than Xiao Chen's, and he can be called the Son of God."

"So powerful? Xiao Chen has no chance of comparing to him. He was killed by a curse, so he must have earned his reputation in vain!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and ask Ling Tian Shen Zi to take action! Stop thinking about the fallen Xiao Chen!"

A few old kings.

Zhao Changhe and others' expressions changed slightly. People left and the tea got cold. Xiao Chen had just died, and some people no longer respected Xiao Chen as much as before.

He actually thought that a beast of low character like Xiao Lingtian was stronger than Xiao Chen!

Now that the Blue Moon Clan was eyeing them covetously, the human race needed unity. Zhao Changhe did not fall out with those people. He just found an excuse and left early.

"Sect Master, this group of people has gone too far. They actually belittled the Holy Son in this way."

"Who the hell is Xiao Lingtian? How dare he be compared to the Holy Son?"

"I really want to slap those two!"

After leaving the Fu Hall, several elders of the Taixu Sect were extremely angry.

Anyone who had witnessed the battle between Xiao Chen and Huang Yelang would not say such words.

But after the Red Bandits silenced them, the news did not spread widely.

Many people think that Xiao Chen is just a name for nothing.

"Now is not the time for internal strife. You and I should just keep the bravery of the Holy Son in our hearts." Zhao Changhe whispered.

Then, everyone turned into a rainbow and left.

The entire Daxia entered a critical moment of life and death, and all the geniuses under the age of twenty began to practice desperately.

All the major sects and families began to train disciples at all costs, hoping that they could break through to a higher level within three months to cope with the racial war three months later.

Xiao Lingtian seized the opportunity, emerged out of nowhere, and announced that he would succeed Xiao Chen and take up the banner of the younger generation.

After the death of Xiao Chen and Huang Yelang, Xiao Lingtian had few rivals among his peers and was pushed to a very high position.

The various grievances between Xiao Lingtian and Xiao Chen back then were also well known to everyone.

Many people say that Xiao Lingtian has been more talented than Xiao Chen since he was a child, and Xiao Chen is jealous of Xiao Lingtian, so the two have a conflict.

History is written by the living. Soon, Xiao Chen's negative information began to fly everywhere. With Xiao Lingtian's deliberate spread, Xiao Chen was soon stigmatized again.

After Xiao Chen's death, although Xiao Lingtian felt pain and confusion, the guilt was fleeting. Soon, he decided to go all the way and take away everything Xiao Chen once had.

If a person does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth.

Even if Xiao Chen had been very good to him, so what?

He also wants to be admired by everyone and stand in the clouds!

Now that you have done it, do it to the end.

"My dear brother, since you are dead, please fulfill my wish! For so many years, I have been living in your shadow, and this is what you owe me!" In Lingtian Mansion, Xiao Lingtian looked at the sky outside the window and said softly.

the other side.

In the azure divine fire coffin.

Xiao Chen lay quietly.

Blue flames are burning, colorful divine clouds are swirling, and purple spiritual mist is like silk threads, curling up and steaming.

From the outside, Xiao Chen seemed "dead" and unconscious.

But if you look closely, you can find that the gray lines on its body gradually melt and disappear, turning into dust, and then transforming into golden light spots and merging into the center of its eyebrows.

He was gaining enlightenment and forcibly comprehending the power of misfortune.

Between life and death, he had no choice.

Do or die!

Either you understand the way of misfortune and soar into the sky, or you are swallowed by the curse and doomed.

Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness was still pitch black.

Scarlet snowflakes were still floating in the sky.

just.

Xiao Chen's body was covered with strands of golden light, illuminating the darkness.

The gray lines around it were transforming into golden spots of light at an extremely slow speed.

When Xiao Chen breathed, gray-gold light continuously flowed into his mouth and nose, circulating in his body, constantly entangling and resisting.

Qiongqi and Hongchidao stood in front of the Divine Fire Coffin, watching Xiao Chen's every move.

"Hongzi, have you noticed that the speed at which the golden light around Chen Xiaozi is generated seems to be a little faster?" Qiongqi said.

"It's indeed fast. Young Master's talent is truly amazing. Even in such an adverse situation, he is still able to turn the situation around." The Red Bandit exclaimed in admiration.

"At the current rate, how long will it take for Dust Boy to wake up?"

"A thousand years."

"You mean that Chen boy's speed in digesting the golden light has increased tenfold?" Qiongqi was shocked.

He is currently seriously injured, his awareness is not as good as before, and his observation ability has been greatly reduced.

All that could be seen was that the golden light on Xiao Chen's body was transforming faster.

But I didn't expect it to be so much faster.

"That's why I said that the young master has incredible talent. If I were in the same situation as you, I would have died long ago." Hong Chidao sighed.

"Nonsense, kid Chen possesses a martial god body that is unparalleled in the history. What right do you, a damn dog, have to compare with him?" Qiongqi sneered.

"I can't do it, but you can? If you come in your cub stage, you won't die?" The Red Bandit refused to give in.

Let go of your mind and embrace the path of bad luck.

Too dangerous.

The nine ancient evil spirits in adulthood are naturally not afraid.

But they can't bear it when they are young.

Only Xiao Chen, who possesses the body of a martial god, can withstand it.

In Xiao Yun's sea of ​​consciousness, the ugly woman in black hidden in the clouds frowned slightly. As the incarnation of the Lord of Misfortune, she could clearly feel that part of her laws had been comprehended by Xiao Chen.

Moreover, the will of the young man in white became more and more firm. No matter how she tried to persuade him, he remained motionless and steady as a mountain.

"Interesting. I didn't expect there are such young people in the world. It's a pity that in this Dharma-Ending Age, the source of Tao is incomplete, and it is impossible for anyone to comprehend the way of misfortune!" The ugly woman in black grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.