With Lu Chen's arrival, the atmosphere of the warship filled the air, and it soon alarmed the strong inside the palace. Silhouettes of people rose into the sky and stared at the warship. One of the men with a holy realm cultivation level clasped his fist and said: "I don't know which senior is visiting the Flying Snow Palace."

The spirit behind him is strong, there are emperors, and there are holy realms.

However, there was a solemn look in his eyes.

Could it be that the Blood Yan Dynasty sent someone, this idea just came up, and immediately rejected it, the date of the distance to the Blood Yan Dynasty has not yet arrived.

In addition, although the **** dynasty had an old ancestor of the saint king, he could not come up with precious flying magic weapons.

Flying magic weapons are extremely precious, equivalent to the teleportation array that you carry with you. In the Profound Realm of Nuo Da, few forces possess flying magic weapons.

So it should not be from the Blood Yan Dynasty.

However, no one dared to be careless. Everyone looked solemn, and the other party's intention was unknown, whether it was an enemy or a friend.

At this time, Lu Chen walked out of the cabin and stood on the deck with a light pace.

The group was slightly stunned, then their eyes showed surprises, and they said excitedly: "It turned out to be Shao Lu."

A group of people recognized Lu Chen.

Last time, Lu Chen took the teleportation formation and went straight to the palace, and the upper level in the palace had a close relationship with Lu Chen.

Although it has been several years since the last time, this time is just a moment away.

Lu Chen glanced at the crowd, nodded plainly, and then asked, "Where is Master Flying Snow Emperor."

At this point, the people around instantly became quiet.

You look at me, I look at you, neither spoke.

A little later, the holy realm cultivator who spoke first said: "The life of the emperor is dying."

"Oh..."

Lu Chen showed an unexpected look, and asked curiously: "The demon head released from Fumo Temple has affected the Feixue Dynasty."

Emperor Feixue is a holy monarch, and his cultivation is at the peak. The power below the holy king should be dying.

In addition, the Feixue Emperor is a subsidiary dynasty of the Xueyan Dynasty, and the relationship between the two has been stalemate. Given that there is only one Saint King powerhouse in the Xueyan Dynasty, this kind of ancestor of the Dinghai God Needle level will not easily go out of the mountain.

Once out of the mountain, then the Feixue Dynasty might not exist, so Lu Chen directly ignored the Xueyan Dynasty and thought of the demon released by Fumo Temple.

Fu Mo Temple released a total of more than one hundred demon heads, all of which are the peak demon heads of the Saint King, and there is no lack of the Saint King.

Suddenly, there were more than a hundred holy kings in the profound domain. Naturally, it was impossible to be as calm as before. These demon heads were likely to seize or occupy the dynasty.

"Flying Snow Dynasty is at the edge of the Profound Realm after all, and it hasn't spread here yet." The person who spoke shook his head.

"It's a strong man in the cursed world" The palace's strong voice was mixed with anger and doubt, and said: "Just half a month ago, the sage of the cursed world came to the palace and injured the emperor. The emperor was hit by this. The curse, now the curse power has invaded the whole body, and he is already very sick."

As he said, his face turned gloomy.

Once the emperor died, their status in the Flying Snow Dynasty would be in jeopardy.

"Cursing the World"

Hearing what the other party said, Lu Chen was even more puzzled.

This is not like cursing the way of doing things.

People in the curse world generally use their hands and directly use the curse to destroy the city and let a city become extinct.

Is it because I was so idle that I went to the palace and wounded the Flying Snow Dynasty?

Previously, he thought of the demon heads that ran out of Fumo Temple. The main reason is that these demon heads would occupy the dynasty by grabbing resources for cultivation, recruiting subordinates, etc. Under normal circumstances, they would not slaughter the city, but would only injure the emperor and warn him to submit. .

If you kill everyone, wouldn't you be a polished commander?

"Shao Lu, it is not suitable to speak here, please sit down in the palace" the holy realm made an inviting gesture.

Lu Chen didn't refuse, put away the flying magic weapon, shook his figure, and entered the palace.

This time he passed by the Flying Dynasty, mainly looking for the emperor to go to the Blood Yan Dynasty. Before setting off, he was not a strong one.

The last time Emperor Feixue was in Wanzhong City in the territory of the Ouyang family, ignoring the orders of the Ninth Prince of the Blood Yan Dynasty, the two sides had basically torn their faces.

So I specially came to cooperate with Emperor Feixue.

Although Emperor Feixue is only a holy monarch, if there is a top sacred artifact, then it can compete against the holy king.

Therefore, he does not need to bring the strong.

And he can borrow the Emperor Feixue's holy artifact.

Unexpectedly, when I came to the palace, I learned that the emperor was attacked by the sage of the cursed world, and he was cursed, and was already very sick.

"Where is your emperor, take me to see" Lu Chen said.

"Shao Lu, please here," one person said.

Lu Chen followed a group of people to a palace, and inside, on a golden quilt bed, there was a sick man lying on the bed. The man's majesty was no longer in the past, his eyes were dull and dull, and his face appeared. Strange markings criss-cross, like corpse spots.

Exhale more and less breath.

It seems to be fate soon.

Next to the bed, a slender woman was lying on the bed and sobbing.

"Ling Yi, don't cry" an old man walked over and patted the woman on the shoulder.

The woman raised a beautiful face, her eyes flushed, and she looked rather weak and helpless.

"Father Emperor"

The woman sobbed and lay in the arms of the old man.

Emperor Feixue's name is Ling Yuanji, and the crying woman in front of him is Ling Yi, the only daughter of Emperor Feixue's.

Lu Chen walked over and looked at Emperor Feixue. The latter's eyes were dull, but he still retained a trace of sanity. He seemed to recognize Lu Chen, his eyes gleamed again, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, but he opened his mouth. The words have not been said yet.

"It seems that there is no help." Lu Chen stood up and talked, and talked coldly when a group of people were grieving.

What he said was really right. The body of Emperor Feixue was full of curses, which eroded the meridians, flesh and blood, and souls. He was in a state of dying illness and unable to recover.

Moreover, the lower realm has not developed a pill to fight the curse, or the master knows that it has not announced it.

"you..."

Seeing an unfamiliar young man standing in front of her father speaking unhelpful words, the woman lying in the arms of the old man raised her head and stared at Lu Chen with fire-breathing eyes.

"Master Lu, you, can you save the emperor"

"Young Master Lu, I hope you can save the Emperor"

A group of people nearby knelt directly on the ground, pleading.

In their opinion, Lu Chen is noble and an apprentice of Fairy Huadie. There should be a way to get to the emperor.

"I can't do anything," Lu Chen shrugged and said, "At least for now, there should be no pill that can lift the curse."

Hearing Lu Chen's words, the eyes of the people around him showed sad expressions.

"Look for someone who practices the flame technique and see if you can get rid of the curse," Lu Chen said here, suddenly stunned.

He himself, doesn't he have a magical fire.

"Maybe you can try"

A group of people in the room suddenly looked at Lu Chen with expectant eyes.