C3905 (1/2)
The Holy Island is the ancient chaos, the stronghold of the human race, and also the place of all the Tianjiao practices of the human race.
Here, there are countless young generation Tianjiao, they are the hope of the future of the human race, many people have not met Fang Chen, now see the legendary Terran leader, are whispering.
”The leader is so young.”
”I have heard that the leader, with his own strength, has broken through the whole void of chaos and even slaughtered all the alien races.”
”Of course, if we don't have leaders, we can't rise again.”
At that time, the highest level of the Terran was the top ten palace masters, but obviously, with the strength of ten of them, it was impossible to bring the Terran to such a high level.
Only Fang Chen can do it.
Others don't know, but the top ten palace masters are very clear. Fang Chen left for such a long time to do a big thing. If he can succeed, he will become the Savior of the chaos world and save all the creatures in the chaos world.
It's just, nobody thought, that he came back.
”Your honor.”
Ten palace masters, headed by the fire dome palace master and others, saluted Fang Chen one after another. On the face of void ancestor, there was an excited smile.
Fang Chen holds his wife and children in his arms, and he can clearly feel their inner joy. He is very guilty.
”You've been wronged.”
In a word, she let the tears fall down.
”It's nice of you to be back, father.”
Fang Xi and others were extremely excited.
After a long time, Fang Xi and others left Fang Chen's arms. Fang Chen said hello to the green Marquis and the barbarians one by one, and finally asked, ”where is the old magic stick?”
”In the convalescent area.”
Qinghou points to the front and leads the way directly.
The Holy Island has a unique geographical advantage, and the aura here is hundreds of times that of the outside world. It is simply a holy land of practice.
In general, no one can enter the sanatorium. Only the injured can enter the sanatorium.
At the moment, the old prodigy turned into a human figure, leaning on a cane chair, pale. Beside him, there were nine emperors and puppets, who were conveying strength to him all the time to contain his injuries.
Cough!
All of a sudden, the old staff coughed violently, and then he got up slowly and looked at the Nine Emperor puppets who were about to run out of power. He was very pale.
”Alas.”
He knew that his life was not long, but he was not willing to die like this.
It recalled the days when he had fought side by side with the eldest brother, and the days when he was wandering the rivers and lakes with his brothers.
It's a pity that I'll never get another chance.
”Boss, I want to see you.” The old prodigal, who usually has a funny face, looks very grave at the moment.
Cough!
As the power of the Nine Emperors and puppets was consumed too quickly, the old prodigy's cough was aggravated, and his face was dim and his vitality was rapidly disappearing.
He gently shook his head, ready to give up treatment.
However, at this time, the voice of mice and others came from a distant place.
”Old prodigal, we're back.”
”We came back with the fruit of heaven.”
Several brothers came quickly. In front of them, there was a familiar figure. When the old prodigy saw the figure, tears almost came.
”Old Boss... ”