Invincible BOSS System

The power of time is powerful, and a hundred years have passed in a hurry.

What happened in the entire Holy Realm against the demons in those days has become history and past.

It has become the story of many new generations.

Chen Xinglie, Empress, these names disappeared in time, gradually forgotten.

The creatures who have participated in the war of demons know that there are only one hundred and fifty years left in the period of two hundred and fifty years, and no one will waste time anymore, all of them are spent in retreat.

The creatures born in the hundred years since the Great War of the Demon Race have no idea that in addition to the Demon Race descended a hundred years ago, there was also the Heavenly Dao.

No one in the older generation mentioned this to them, causing all the new generations to only know the arrival of the demons and not the disaster of the world one hundred and fifty years later.

In the Eastern Region, in a beautiful valley, a few teenagers and a girl sat together.

"I'm going to see the world outside the Eastern Region!"

A young man spoke, his eyes gleaming eye-popping.

This ray of light, similar to the light that rose in the eyes of countless creatures a hundred years ago, is called hope.

Someone chuckled and said, "Liu Ping, you are the land of the fairyland, how can you go out of the Eastern Region and beyond the Eastern Region!"

"That's right, just the souls of the demons on the battlefield are enough to kill you!"

Another teenager chuckled.

In the decades after the end of the war, the Mozu battlefield has gradually become a purgatory.

Countless creatures who died in that battle, because of obsessions in their hearts, turned into a strand of grievances, wandering on the battlefield of the demons.

Among them are the creatures of the holy world and the warriors of the demons.

Liu Ping's eyes flowed over several people.

Said disdainfully: "You are just timid!"

"My grandfather said that the outside world is huge. If we don't take advantage of our youth to take a walk and have a look, when we are old and want to go out, it will be too late!"

The other teenagers were silent, only a smile flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Ling'er, are you right?"

Liu Ping looked at the only girl present, with a little expectation in his eyes.

The other teenagers also looked at this young girl named Ling'er, waiting for her answer.

Ling'er shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know, but I always feel that there is something calling me in the direction of the Demon Race battlefield."

"Perhaps as you said, I really should go for a walk."

These teenagers are all children from nearby villages, children born a hundred years after the war of the demons.

They don't know how painful the saint realm creatures paid to fight against the demons, and they still have expectations and yearning for the world outside.

And this young girl named Ling'er was a young girl that these teenagers met when they strayed into this valley once.

She only knew that she was Ling'er, but she didn't know where she came from and where she should go.

Because of the beauty of teenage girls, these teenagers are naturally willing to be friends with her. After all, young people have no dreams in their hearts.

After going back and forth, Ling'er and these teenagers became friends. At this time, it had been five years since they first met.

Those hairy boys at the beginning have now become young boys.

After hearing Ling'er's words, Liu Ping looked straight.

He patted his chest and said: "Ling'er, let me tell you, don't think my Liu Ping is just a land fairyland, but the martial arts taught me by my grandfather are enough to burst out the strength of the foundation building period!"

"If you are going to the Demon Race battlefield, I can accompany you!"

Looking at Liu Ping with a sworn face, Ling'er just chuckled.

She had a hunch that if she went to the demon battlefield, the voice that called her might solve the biggest doubt in her heart.

Who is she, where she came from, and where she should go.

But this journey is bound to be extremely dangerous. The Demon Race has already been listed as a dangerous place by all races. It is rumored that there is no strength in the Taiyi Golden Wonderland. As long as you set foot on the Demon Race battlefield, you cannot escape a death word.

Seeing Linger's unbelief, Liu Ping wanted to say something more.

But from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a person-high crack in the distant sky.

Then a man walked out of it, trying to speak but was shocked to speak.

"Liu Ping, why don't you speak anymore? Ling'er tactfully rejected you. Are you unhappy?"

A young boy made fun of Liu Ping.

Liu Ping still didn't speak, but stared blankly at the crack.

He saw that the man turned his head and smiled at him, a man dressed in white is better than winter snow.

It makes people feel the bone-chilling chill, but it is extraordinarily beautiful.

Several other young men finally realized something was wrong, and turned their eyes to the direction Liu Ping was looking at.

Ling'er also turned his head and looked around, only to see the white figure walking towards them step by step.

Wearing a white robe to win the snow, light footsteps in the void, spotless.

Like the fairy **** Lin Chen, descended into this world from nine heavens.

The young Lang and Ling'er gradually saw God and forgot what actions they should have.

"Run, this guy is very strong!"

In the end, Liu Ping took the lead and exclaimed.

The exclamation sounded, awakening several other people from the state of enthusiasm.

Several people recovered and ran out of the valley without looking back.

Only Ling'er stood still on the spot, without any movement, as if he didn't hear Liu Ping's shouting, nor did he notice that the others had run away.

"Ling'er! Run!"

Liu Ping is back, and he is the only young man who looks back.

Pulling Ling'er's sleeve, dragging Ling'er began to run wildly.

"The reincarnated body of the Summoning Clan was annihilated in the battle with the Demon Clan a hundred years ago. Before the death of the clan, all the vitality broke out, summoning a spirit of heaven and earth."

"The spirits of heaven and earth continue to evolve and break through the battlefield of the demons, and finally stand at the top of the Da Luo, and have made great achievements for the creatures of the holy realm to resist the invasion of the demons."

The figure in white looked at the young Lang and Ling'er running through the mountains and muttered words.

A look of greed flashed in his eyes, and the speed suddenly increased.

However, how could a few young men in the land fairyland escape from this white figure.

"what!"

A young man was pierced with a sword through his chest by a man, fell into a pool of blood, no more movement.

The man seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse, without the thought of ending the game immediately, just hanging behind a few young men.

Every few minutes, he would raise his sword and harvest the life of a young man.

"Flee! Remember the name of this seat before you die, Mo Antian!"

Rampant and evil voices sounded in the mountains and forests, and the young men ran faster and faster.

Only Liu Ping always held Ling'er's hand, even if he tripped over a tree branch under his feet several times, he never let go of the weak boneless hand.