Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

When the Buddha light invaded Xia Yan's body, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

The surrounding ripples that had boiled because of Xia Yan quickly subsided.

"what?!"

"Xia Yan, he..."

"Well, what the **** is this Buddha light? Can't even Xia Yan stop it?"

"I have heard of the great monks in India with many magics and incredible methods. This Dharam is definitely the pinnacle of Buddhist monks in India."

"The Buddha's light he shot out is not all things in the modern era. Haven't you seen it? Before he died, a strange picture appeared above his head."

"That, I'm afraid it is the legendary gateway to the Buddha Kingdom..."

At this moment, the S-rank warriors from the Dragon Kingdom were all overwhelmed, and no one thought it would end in this way.

Is Xia Yan going to die?

A rising star in their Dragon Kingdom, Xia Yan, who is invincible in the world, will actually be planted in India.

The invincible prestige of this army of millions of monsters, in the duel of the most powerful, can not produce a little help.

They wanted to help Xia Yan, whether it was because of Xia Yan's potential, or Xia Yan's importance to the Dragon Kingdom, or because Xia Yan's words gave them all a godly guardian spirit.

Regardless of kindness, the country is righteous.

The Dragon Warriors present will be happy to help Xia Yan.

However, this time of the duel, they found a helpless but extremely cruel reality.

That is the difference in levels.

In the battle between Xia Yan and Dharamu, even Yan Qing discovered that this was not a battle he could intervene at all. Like the millions of Donghai Sea tribes, they could only stare blankly.

This caused many Dragon Kingdom S-rank martial artists to feel a deep sense of frustration.

Before he knew it, Li Shanshan had already hugged his master's arm tightly. The big eyes were staring at Xia Yan, with a pale face, and he whispered, "Master, Xia Yan, will something happen to him."

"Master, Xia Yan won."

"Master Xia Yan will definitely be fine."

"Master...I don't want Xia Yan to die. I am also looking forward to his fight with the Heavenly Conferred God, so that I can know who is the best, and I will be a follower of someone in my life."

"How could Xia Yan die in this shabby place? How could the old monk win him."

"Master...you say something, did Xia Yan win? Xia Yan is okay..."

When Yan Qing heard the words, her cheek twitched a few times, and she reached out and rubbed the little head of her youngest disciple, and whispered: "Well, Xia Yan won."

Li Shanshan's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he immediately smiled.

However, the next sentence of the master made the little girl nervous again.

"But Dharamu didn't lose either. The Buddha's light entered the body. Xia Yan was not a Buddhist, he couldn't stop it..."

Yan Qing's words are the answers in the hearts of all the warriors present.

Including anyone who saw this scene today.

In the world, some people are happy and some are sad.

In the Tianqing Tower of the Dragon Kingdom, the eyes of the old man stared at the screen tightly, without saying a word.

Defense Minister Li Zijing secretly swallowed a spit, and the senior leaders of the Long Kingdom in the conference room were afraid to make sure that Xia Yan was dead or not when Mr. Long had not yet spoken.

"Why didn't he show up yet? Didn't he want to take Xia Yan away? Yes, old man, I won't stop you, I beg you to take Xia Yan away quickly, as long as he can live!" Suddenly, Old Man Long said to himself Language. It's just that no one can understand his words.

...

In a sky on the coast of the East China Sea, he flew all the way along the breath, but he flew into the air, and he noticed the trail of Xia Yanxin. The young man in white clothes looked in the direction of Eye India, his brows suddenly frowned.

"Oh? You can't help but wait for Xiao Xiaoxiao to make a move?"

"Pretend to be a god, dare to show up, I will kill you."

I don't know who the young man said to him. In the next moment, his figure jumped toward India like a bolt of lightning.

...

"Kate! You are so rebellious! You dare to kill your grandpa!"

"you……"

In a secluded manor where Eagle Nation is located, the roaring sound stopped abruptly.

In front of Kate Russell stood a middle-aged man with beard, hair and gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a formal suit and tie. His temperament was in line with the ancient gentleman style of the Eagle Country.

Elegant and restrained.

But at this moment, the thin middle-aged man was sealed with a sword.

The small, long-sleeved sword in Kate Russell's sleeve penetrated the middle-aged man's throat.

Under the unbelievable gaze of the middle-aged man, Kate Russell slowly pulled out the Hidden Blade.

The middle-aged man suddenly staggered back, and subconsciously pinched his neck with his hands, as if he wanted to prevent the outflow of blood. However, his body soon became weak due to the continuous passing of vitality. With a puff, he fell to the ground, convulsing constantly.

All this is under the gaze of Kate Russell's unwavering eyes.

"Haha, Kate, I can’t think of it, are the S-rank fighters of Eagle Country so careless? There are more than 130 S-rank fighters, in this short period of time, we have collected more than 100 S-ranks. Guardian spirits, among them there are more than 30 divine guardian spirits, hahaha, great harvest, great harvest."

The door was pushed open, and Joseph Morgan walked in with a smile on his face. When he saw the scene in front of him, he knowingly asked in surprise: "Oh, God, this is your biological father. You can go all the way. hand?"

Kate Russell's complexion was still calm, and she took out a white handkerchief from her arms and gently wiped the blood on the Hidden Blade.

After a long time, when the sword became sharp again and the light flashed with cold light, Kate said flatly: "The guardian spirit of the Eagle Nation I want to score seven points, because without my presence, those who are with Russell's clan It’s impossible for us to attack and die easily by those who are more or less related."

"Also, all the guardian spirits of the Russell clan should belong to me."

Joseph Morgan smiled and said, "No problem, it should be yours."

As he spoke, Kate Russell had already walked up to his deceased biological father. He stretched out his hand to press on the head in front of him, staring at the pair of eyes that were still full of disbelief after death.

Gradually, Kate Russell's eyes turned dark.

"Bold child! I am a hero in the temples, dare you swallow me?!"

"Do not!"

"what!"

The screams dispelled Jingyi in the manor, but no one could hear it, because the owner of this manor, the Russell clan of more than 300 people, had all been lying in a pool of blood.

"Xia Yan will not die, nor can you die. Waiting for me, I will definitely make you regret leaving me alive. The next time I meet, it is when you deserve to die.

"Yes, he must not die."

In the entire world, there are probably two people left who agree that Xia Yan is absolutely not dead, and that he is 100% confident.