Zhao Xiang stared at his father's face, seeing that his face was getting paler, and hearing that his voice was getting hoarse, as if he had endured thousands of years of torment and could no longer bear the slightest pain!

"After several rounds of research and reasoning, the core figure of a certain terrorist organization has come to a conclusion, if you want to keep everyone in the Zhao clan in the best condition, you can only pass in a single vein, and the body is the strongest between the ages of forty and fifty, and the body refined from this has a more terrifying and powerful defensive and offensive ability!"

"Since the first generation of the ancestors of the Zhao family in Zhaojia Village, the Zhao family has continued this same bloody and tearful history!"

Zhao Xiang's body shook even more violently!

He felt something, but he didn't want to think about it!

He seemed to have grasped something, but he pounded his head desperately!

He wants to numb himself, put himself to sleep, and even want to die in the next moment!

He innocently thought, maybe this is just a dream, wake up from the dream, there is nothing, right?!

Unfortunately, when his father's solemn, hoarse and desolate words once again stimulated all his auditory nerves, he dimly and numbly knew that all this was true, it was not a dream, it was not an illusion, it was a real existence, it was the reality of existence!

Every part and every place that makes up this truth and this illusion is gushing down without exception!

Rushing hatred! Rushing despair! Rushing resistance! Rushing anger rushing to the sky! Rushing resentment of the burning sea!

"That terrorist organization, every time it sends a woman with superb powers, to marry the Zhao family, almost every generation of Zhao family couples, probably died before the age of fifty, in fact, if you dig up the ancestral grave of the Zhao family, there is no corpse in it, because that woman has taken the Zhao family away, entered a certain organization, was refined by them, and was made into immortal slaves, divine slaves, or other divine pills, spirit tripods, medicine furnaces, puppets and other commodities, to sell, to exchange, and even let them go desperately, as a gun, as a horse and ride ......"

Whew-, Wow-, Wow--Zhao Xiang yelled a few times in succession!

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he cried out in anger:

"I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill, kill, kill!"

His eyes were red, his chest was heaving violently, and his fists were rattling!

The mountains echoed violently, and they seemed to be unable to help but be angry, echoing Zhao Xiang's murderous aura in the sky!

At this moment, Zhao Xiang in the fourth area of Yujian seems to have become a killing god, an evil god who is about to go mad!

Just when his mind was lost and his whole body's aura was fluctuating, the aura that the nameless old man shot into his sea of knowledge suddenly dispersed, like a wonderful aura comb, and in an instant, Zhao Xiang's violent aura was straightened out, and he was dragged back from the edge of becoming a demon and turning evil.

Uncle Huan, who was then paying attention to Zhao Xiang's winter development, said to himself nervously: "Fortunately, I have done my best to refine and purify this aura that the nameless old man shot into the master's sea of knowledge, otherwise, once the wisp of yin and poisonous divine consciousness hidden in it cannot be eliminated and imprisoned, the master will definitely be controlled by this cunning and ruthless hypocrite at once! If it is really controlled, the master will become a walking corpse from now on, and a gun and a horse for this old guy!"

Zhao Xiang, who came to his senses, naturally understood everything immediately!

He knew he had picked up a small life from the brink of death again!

Almost at the same time, he erupted in hatred for the nameless old man who refined the Divine Ring and Jade Jane!

Hmph, old immortal, the tragedy of my Zhao clan for 10,000 years, even if you are not the mastermind, you have a lot to do with it!

I, Zhao Xiang, swear here, as long as I exist for a day, I will figure out who is behind everything and who dominates everything, and I will personally slash all the people who make up this organization one by one.

Zhao Xiang, who was on the verge of rage, heard his father's voice in his ears again.

"Xiang'er, after your aunt Hua Lanxiang's painstaking thoughts, she and Hu Jinshan jointly devised a plan, that is, to have two more sons, in order to reduce the aura of the bloodline of the ancient gods, so that a certain terrorist organization's actions against the Zhao family can be stopped......!

Zhao Ming's voice was full of tenderness, and his eyes seemed to be full of sweet memories.

Zhao Xiang also took a long breath fiercely, forcibly held back the monstrous anger and endless sadness in his heart, and listened to his father's narration.

"Your aunt originally thought that maybe a mortal woman marrying me would give birth to a mortal child, which would also leave a bloodline for the Zhao family, but what we didn't expect was that the aura of the ancient gods who gave birth to you was stronger than any of us, especially when you were two years old, the aura emitted by you seemed to grow, and the number was increasing day by day!"

"We all panicked, we had to discuss with your mother, and we had to tell the Zhao family's secrets to her!"

"Your mother was stunned, but when she understood all this, she didn't hesitate to agree with your aunt's approach!"

What kind of approach is it? Zhao Xiang didn't know, and he didn't want to know now!

Because he deeply understands that his mother's consent must be an extremely helpless choice, a painful decision!

I don't know Weishenme, Fang Cai's anger seems to have flown away, including the sadness that has just risen, and it seems to have disappeared all at once!

He really felt that everything his father said seemed to have nothing to do with him Zhao Xiang, not at all!

But why did his father's voice pierce his ears and penetrate his heart like an awl?

He looked up at his father blankly with his numb head up!

Zhao Xiang felt very strange, why didn't he even have a little pain?!

"In March of the year you were two years old, one morning, your aunt slapped you hard for some reason, and slashed your forehead with her fingernails, and a long scar appeared! Xiang'er, that's not your aunt's cruelty, that's her use of her life's cultivation to make a seal for you in the way of blood sacrifice!"

"This seal, only on the face, through the four acupuncture points of Silk Bamboo Kong, Ball Queen, Yingxiang, and Daying, can you completely seal the ancient god breath you emit, the ancient god breath of about a hundred years!"

Zhao Xiang touched the scar on his face, and his hand began to tremble slightly!

He sniffed, once, twice, three times, four times, five times......

He raised his head and looked at his father, feeling that he was very close, but suddenly, he felt that he was far away, as if he was standing in the clouds, so unreal, so that he couldn't catch it if he wanted to, and he couldn't push it away if he wanted to!

He doesn't want to listen anymore, he doesn't want to listen anymore, he doesn't have the courage to listen anymore! If he listens any more, he may die!

Yet, his father's voice was still so involuntarily uncontrollable, like an incomparably sharp silver needle, piercing his eardrums and reaching all his painful nerves, not a single one!

"After your aunt spent her whole life cultivating to seal all your ancient god breath, her body is getting worse day by day, she is no different from a mortal, she knows that it won't take ten years for her devilish organization to discover all this, and when the time comes, she will die, and our Zhao clan will be even more likely to be extinct from this. ”

"Since then, we have been more and more cold to you, and so have your three elder brothers, although they know the tragic end that they can't avoid, and the inevitable fate that they can't hide, but for you, they have to live secretly, and they have to pretend to be cruel and vicious! We do this just to exercise your ability to survive alone in this cold shijie, until we force you to go to the Wuyue Sect to cultivate the truth with Hu Jinshan!"

"We all feel that maybe you can find a way to live if you go to cultivate the truth, and the real way to live may be to save our Zhao clan......"

Zhao Xiang covered his ears with his hands and roared: "I don't want to listen, don't listen, don't listen, it's all fake, fake, fake!"

The echoes of the mountains -- I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen! It's all fake, fake, fake, fake!

Heaven and earth echo -- I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen! It's all fake, fake, fake, fake!

He lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

Hands keep rising and falling and pounding the bluestone ground!

He used the most powerful and vast strength in his body!

His fingertips, which were stronger than King Kong, finally couldn't bear the blood that flowed out unbearably!

One drop, two drops, three drops......

Tick, tick on the bluestone!

Like a bright red sadness, a poignant despair!

It was so ruthless and cold that his shaky, trembling, treacherous life was splashed!