"Yue'er."

The sentence "Yue'er" contains Fang Chen's longing for the stars and the moon over the years.

The latter's rose, which seemed to bloom in the cold, melted instantly at this moment, with a happy smile on her pretty face, and she nodded gently to Fang Chen.

Suddenly, Fang Chen remembered something.

Mark of Death.

He patted his head and actually forgot about this matter.

Immediately, he looked at the four pagoda spirits with deep eyes, and then asked: "Four seniors and juniors, I have something to ask."

"Is it about the mark of death?" the tower spirit of the fourth True Dragon Holy Tower said calmly.

The expressions of the other three tower spirits changed slightly.

"Exactly, the mark of death has invaded my body. Is there any way to get rid of it?" Fang Chen said.

As long as the mark of death is still on your body, it will be sensed by the Death God Emperor within a certain range.

This is an extremely dangerous matter, and Fang Chen doesn't want to take his own life as a joke.

So, he is looking for a solution.

"The mark of death is indeed troublesome for you. But...it's not impossible." The tower spirit said slightly.

Fang Chen's eyes lit up and he hurriedly looked at Ta Ling.

"True dragon blood can cover up the breath of death marks. During this period, you can just escape from here." Ta Ling said.

Hearing this, Fang Chen suddenly realized that this was the case.

It seems that this is the only way.

But, he just escaped from the Far East, and now he wants to flee again?

He turned around and glanced at Xingyue, feeling a little guilty.

Ever since she found Xingyue, she has been running around with him. How long will this kind of life continue?

Xingyue seemed to feel the fluctuations in Fang Chen's heart. She moved lightly to his side, stretched out her white little hand, and gently held Fang Chen's palm. She was supporting her husband with her actions.

Fang Chen suddenly felt warm in his heart.

He secretly vowed to change this situation so that his wife would no longer suffer.

"Boy, that's all we can help you with. Next, we will give you the real dragon's blood. Once you get it, leave here quickly."

After saying that, the four tower spirits sighed, and then their shadows gradually disappeared into the void.

Immediately afterwards, a wild breath emerged instantly.

The phantoms of the four tower spirits condensed together, forming a drop of golden blood.

This drop of blood contains extremely terrifying power.

"Is this... true dragon blood?"

Fang Chen was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect true dragon blood to exist in such a form.

Buzz!

Almost at the moment when the true dragon blood appeared, the terrifying phoenix power emerged from Xingyue's body, fighting against the rich true dragon aura.

"Yue'er."

Fang Chen shouted worriedly.

Xingyue shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

Fang Chen gently stretched out his palm, and golden blood suddenly fell into his palm.

Fang Chen held it in his hands, and the strong aura of the true dragon immediately subsided.

Fang Chen opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, his golden heart beating rapidly.

Wow!

The power contained in the true dragon's blood is too strong, and with Fang Chen's current strength, it is impossible to refine it.

The blood of the true dragon is temporarily stored in the golden heart, and at the same time it releases the terrifying breath of the true dragon, cutting off the death mark from the outside world.

Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, this true dragon blood was really overbearing.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the four True Dragon Holy Towers shook at the same time.

"Let's go."

Fang Chen glanced at the True Dragon Holy Tower, and then quickly left.

At the same time, within the entire True Dragon Treasure, all the surviving disciples of the Nanling Sword Palace emerged towards the exit.

Shiwandashan, above the Shenglong Mountains.

The three powerful god kings stood side by side. They were the powerful true gods sent by the Death God Emperor to capture Fang Chen.

One of them had a flower condensed with the aura of death in his palm.

This flower is very coquettish, flashing constantly, and its stamens always point in a certain direction towards the Shenglong Mountains.

This means that the death mark is in that direction.

And that's where the real dragon treasure is located.

"How are you, Lord Chanchen?" asked the old man in black robes and sword-browed eyebrows.

God King Chanchen is the leader of this mission. He is also one of the elders of the inner palace of Nanling Sword Palace. He is extremely powerful.

The enchanting flower in his hand was given by the God of Death.

As long as the death mark is nearby, it can be sensed.

"This person is still in the True Dragon Treasure." God King Zenchen said.

God King Yan Yu who spoke before nodded and said: "Humph, the three of us are waiting here. Once the thief appears, we will capture him as soon as possible."

"Yes, the Death God Emperor and the Evergreen God Emperor are very angry about the death of Swordsman Xiuyun. We must do it beautifully." King Black Sword God said.

In the past, dealing with a god would not have been so grand. At most, disciples from the inner palace would be sent to do it.

However, this time was different. The one who died was Xiuyun Swordsman. The chief disciple of Nanling Sword Palace and the most outstanding swordsman genius in Nanling Sword Palace in the past ten thousand years. Nanling Sword Palace attaches great importance to this matter.

Therefore, this child must be captured.

Rumble...

As the three god kings spoke, the True Dragon Treasure was opened, and a deafening sound came out.

Suddenly, a gate to the void appeared in the sky above the Holy Dragon Mountain Range.

After a while, a god appeared.

"He is a disciple of my Nanling Sword Palace." King Zen Chen said.

After a while, a large number of inner palace disciples came out one after another.

They also saw the three great god kings in the sky, and hurriedly clasped their fists and said: "Three elders."

"You must return to Nanling Sword Palace quickly." God King Chanchen said in a deep voice.

Many disciples did not dare to ask any more questions and quickly left the Holy Dragon Mountain Range.

Although some people died during this trip to the True Dragon Treasure, many more people still gained a lot.

After many disciples left, God King Chanchen's expression became even more gloomy.

"Why don't you see Luo Tiandu? What's wrong with him?" God King Yanyu frowned.

"Did Luotian also fall?" There was something cold in the words of the Black Sword God King.

After the death of Xiuyun Swordsman, Luotiandu became the most outstanding disciple of Nanling Sword Palace.

If even he falls, it will really trigger the anger of Nanling Sword Palace.

This is something that has never happened since the Nanling Sword Palace was established.

"Wait a moment." God King Chanchen didn't quite believe it and said slightly.

Wow!

However, at this moment, the charming flowers in the palm of Zenchen God King suddenly went out.

"Um?"

The expressions of the Black Sword God King and the Yan Yu God King changed drastically at the same time.

"What...what's going on?" the two asked hurriedly.

The dark eyes of God King Zenchen were fixedly staring at the extinguished flowers, and an extremely terrifying aura emerged from his body.

"There is only one explanation for the flowers extinguishing, and that is that the thief concealed the breath of the mark of death." God King Zenchen said coldly.
To be continued...