blogombal Chapter 681
Chapter 681
"Shua!"
The green divine light descended vertically from the sky.
The old man looked up in astonishment.
The couple and the two children also saw the green divine light. They had no time to react or stop it, and it sank into the old man's forehead.
"Father!"
"Grandpa!!!"
The panicked exclamation sounded.
The family did not run away in fear, but rushed to the old man at the first time.
"Shua--"
The old man's body was flooded with green air, and he looked down in astonishment.
The palms that were dry like old tree bark seemed to be filled with blood and blood, and the feeling of weakness caused by the decline of blood and qi was disappearing rapidly.
"This..."
"This..."
The old man was shocked to the extreme, and between his five fingers, he seemed to be ten years younger.
The coughing lungs seemed to be warmed by honey and became comfortable.
The dim and decayed old eyes had more light.
"How could this happen!"
"Father...you...you are..."
The worried middle-aged couple saw their dying father suddenly become energetic, and their hearts were shaken violently, and their pupils contracted and shook.
"Grandpa is fine!"
"Grandpa is fine!!"
The two little kids didn't know anything else,
but they knew that grandpa had the strength to stand up and could hug them again.
The old man stood up without the help of others, and looked at the gradually dissipating green light in disbelief. As if he realized something, his body trembled.
The stiff neck slowly turned his head and looked at the "Gequanyuan Temple" behind.
"God has opened his eyes, father!!" The middle-aged man excitedly congratulated.
The woman pursed her lips tightly, and was also happy and excited.
The wrinkled skin on the old man's face, which had regained its color, trembled, and his breathing became rapid. He scolded:
"What is God's eyes!"
"Yes,"
"Zhuang..."
"The champion appeared!!"
"Plop!"
The old man knelt down directly in front of the temple made of broken stones, extremely pious.
The lower class people don't understand what the emperor and the extraordinary are.
They only know that there is a person who did what the emperor and the extraordinary couldn't do in the world competition. He gave up his chance to escape and protected hundreds of thousands of spectators and powerful people to prevent the mainland from being invaded by the Blood Demon Cult.
In the hearts of the lower class people,
This is God!
This is the most respectable person,
That's why the old man believes in Luo Fanchen so much.
But even the dumbest people know that people can't be resurrected after death. The champion has long been dead, so how can he appear?
So every time he passed by a longevity temple, he worshiped devoutly, not for desire, but for respect for Luo Fanchen and belief in such a hero.
However...
The current scene was completely unexpected for the old man.
He had given up the idea of living and did not want to drag his children and grandchildren to escape.
As a result, the situation took a turn for the better.
The sudden appearance of this green light pulled him back from the King of Hell.
It seemed that the King of Hell was ready to take him in.
Hmm?
Where is my mother? ? ?
"Dad!!"
The dark-skinned middle-aged man hesitated and said, "I seemed to hear a sigh just now."
The old man who knelt devoutly turned his head, his expression was twisted, and his old tears were streaming.
"It's the appearance of the champion!!"
"I didn't expect that he would protect us with his life and give me a hope of life after his death."
"Unworthy descendants, why don't you kowtow to the champion??"
"That's right!"
"That's right, I'm confused!!"
The middle-aged man was stunned at first, then he blamed himself anxiously and slapped himself.
He immediately knelt down devoutly with his wife and children.
"Alas..."
Another long sigh sounded,
This time it was right in front of the old man and his children and grandchildren, very close.
"This..."
"This..."
The middle-aged woman was frightened and pale, looking around in panic.
I wanted to say there was a ghost, afraid of angering the old man.
But he was already angry.
The old man turned around and said angrily: "What are you afraid of!!"
"Don't I know whether the champion can harm us?"
"Dad..."
"You...you look behind."
The middle-aged man's lips trembled, and he reminded nervously.
The old man turned around, and his spirit was shocked.
A young man with his feet on the phoenix fire cloud, holding a swaying eighteen-petal green lotus in his palm, was close at hand, looking at himself kneeling devoutly.
"Luo..."
"Luo Zhuangyuan?"
"Yes!"
"No mistake!"
The old man said excitedly: "I have seen countless statues of you, I will definitely not remember it wrong."
After saying that,
he suddenly burst into tears of sadness.
"Hey, old man, are you born not to like to laugh? Why do you like to cry so much?"
Luo Fanchen sighed helplessly.
He had not planned to come out to meet him, so he hid in front of him.Just give him a way out.
But seeing such a sincere old man,
After all, he didn't live up to the high-class and cold-blooded character of some powerful men,
He planned to show up to see him.
The slightly teasing voice of the young man startled the crying old man.
In his cognition,
If it wasn't a ghost, how could it appear out of thin air?
And the world champion turned into a lonely ghost, how could he not be sad.
"You..."
"Aren't you dead?"
Luo Fanchen smiled: "Can't people be resurrected after death?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man's family was shocked.
Luo Fanchen's light smile and casual talk about life and death made the old man's family, especially the two children, unforgettable in their lives.
"Brother..."
"Brother is a god!"
"So handsome!"
"So awesome."
The two young children looked up at Luo Fanchen in admiration, their eyes sparkling.
"Nonsense!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Hahaha."
"Well said!"
"Old man, don't make a fuss."
Luo Fanchen's feet were like phoenixes, and he almost teleported in front of the two children in an instant. The green lotus floated in the air, and his hands were on the heads of the two little boys at the same time. A trace of the soul power of the Zulong Swallowing the Sky Art helped them cleanse their meridians and marrow.
The immortal stroked my head, and I received immortality.
Luo Fanchen believed that he was far inferior to the legendary immortal, but with this action alone, and the mystery of the Zulong Swallowing the Sky Art, it was enough to make the two children develop healthily far beyond their peers and live a life without illness or disaster.
"Two silly kids!!"
"Why don't you thank the champion!!"
The old man was so surprised that he almost fainted, and urged him angrily.
He was even happier than if he had been saved.
The middle-aged couple kowtowed and thanked him repeatedly, and they were so excited that they were incoherent. They used to think that the old man was too old-fashioned and too persistent.
Now they realized that
they were the ones who were really stupid and foolish.
They couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed. They didn't deserve such a blessing. It was brought by the old man.
The family kowtowed and looked up again, and the figure of the young man who looked like an exiled immortal had disappeared.
Three glittering blue dragon coins appeared on the stone steps without knowing when.
A free and easy voice came from the sky in the distance.
"The three coins all contain my power. If you are in danger, just throw them at the enemy."
The family couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.
The middle-aged man carefully picked up the three Canglong coins, held them in his palm, and tremblingly handed them to the old man: "Please keep them. This is for you from the champion."
The old man didn't take it, or even look at it.
Looking at the figure disappearing in the air, his expression was moved, and he actually laughed out loud, laughing until tears came out.
"Zhuangyuan Luo is not dead!!"
The middle-aged man nodded: "If the world knows this news, how excited it will be!!!"
The old man warned: "Shut your mouth tightly, don't tell anyone!"
"If the champion wants to expose his whereabouts, he will say it himself, we shouldn't say too much!"
The middle-aged man was frightened and dared not to disobey his father's advice anymore.
The woman asked, "Dad, where did that man go?"
The old man sighed, his voice trembling, full of indescribable admiration and heartache:
"He flew to the northwest..."
"He died once, and this time he has to fight for us again, for this land..."
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It doesn't matter if someone doesn't understand,
At 4:41 in the morning, let Bailong fight for his brothers again! !