Yes, his life journey is full of sour, bitter, spicy, and salty, but there is no sweetness, and his sweetness is as short as a meteor, fleeting, and extinguished in an instant.

Anyone who knows him, if he doesn't get out in time, will end in tragedy.

Wu Hao is gone, Fengxue is dead, Fengxue Pavilion is gone, of course Zhu Tao is also dead, there is no Chiyan City of Fengxue Pavilion, but how do you want Zhu Tao to live?

They died at the same time, but it was not a good thing.

But in Chiyan City, where Xia Feiyan is left alone, everything is boring, it seems that everything has not changed, but it seems that things have long been wrong, but who do you want her heart to go to?

In the last battle, if it weren't for Wu Hao's body of the five elements, he was afraid that he would really be finished, and it would be a fluke to be able to remove the power of the flames on his body in one fell swoop, and he could successfully kill Lin Ze.

An injury has also been recuperated for more than half a month, and under Xiao Qing'er's heart, where can he not leave, he suddenly remembered Uncle Mo, but he had to go back.

The mystery of his life experience is all related to Uncle Mo, the wood spirit bead, the nine-tailed fox clan, the seal in his body, all the mysteries are haunted in his heart, but how can he not go back and ask for the truth?

Leaving Drifting Snow City, Wu Hao felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, and after a while, he put away his feelings, took out a parchment roll from the space ring, looked at it for a while, and then set off.

The target is naturally the wilderness mountain village that worries him.

The place where he was "born", where he spent twelve years old, the place where he had a beautiful childhood, is not beautiful, let alone worthy of the word luxury, and even "poor country" is not enough to describe its remoteness, but there, there is a person he has missed for six whole years - Uncle Mo.

When he was twelve years old, he did not hesitate to trek through mountains and rivers for him, went to the Yuanqi Sect to apprentice, knelt on the ground in front of the mountain gate, and begged for three days and three nights, for him to make a living and raise Wu Hao even if he coughed up tuberculosis.

He is only in his forties, but he is riddled with illness, plus he is struggling to make a living day and night, and he is sad and annoyed, so that the gray hair on his head continues to spread, and the wrinkles on his face continue to increase.

And all this is just for Wu Hao, how can Wu Hao not understand this, this Uncle Mo, who makes him respect and love, also occupies a vital position in his heart.

Originally, he had promised Uncle Mo that he would definitely go home after staying in the Yuanqi Sect for three years, however, the world has changed, and now six years have passed unconsciously, but I don't know what happened to Uncle Mo now.

Thinking of this, Wu Hao became more and more impatient, and he really returned to his heart like an arrow, and bought a flying mount in a city, which was a non-stop hurry.

For a small wilderness village surrounded by mountains, there are only a dozen families, and no one knows which area it belongs to, but it already belongs to the edge of the real Dan Domain, close to a barren and inhabited tens of millions of mountains.

It is rumored that in the depths of those tens of millions of mountains, there are incredibly powerful terrifying demon beasts that inhabit it, and no one dares to go deep into it, but it is rumored that as long as you cross the thousands of miles of barren mountains and mountains, it is another domain of the three major domains of the entire 'Eastern Wilderness' - the Barbarian Domain.

The desolate world is divided into five domains, namely the East Wilderness, the West Spirit, the North Pole, the South Yan, and China, and the size of each domain cannot be assessed, and there are endless mysterious legends.

The Eastern Wilderness is divided into three domains, namely the Dan Domain, the Barbarian Domain, and the Little Demon Domain, spanning a terrifying area of millions of miles.

For the Dan Domain alone, Tianyi Prefecture is also like a projectile land, as small as a speck of dust, looking at the entire vast Eastern Wilderness, the area is too vast, if you rely on the Qi Realm to fly, from the Dan Domain to the Barbarian Domain, I am afraid that it will take a short time.

Wu Hao planned to go back to see Uncle Mo, and then go back to the Yuanqi Sect, he also missed Xiao Qing'er very much, after so long, he couldn't get any news of Wu Hao, thinking that all of them thought they were dead.

In the Genki Sect, he had many friends and brothers, and when he learned of his death, many of them would not feel well.

Wu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart for the time being, he had already made a decision, as long as he saw Uncle Mo, everything was fine, he would rush back immediately, so as not to make them worry and worry.

Although there is a distance of nearly 10,000 miles, the area between the two is densely populated, there are countless major towns, and there are not too many barren mountains and ancient forests, so naturally there will be no large number of demon beasts invading, and in this way, it also makes Wu Hao a lot more leisurely, and after some cultivation, it is nearly half a month.

In the past half month, Wu Hao has continued to consolidate his cultivation, at this moment, his spiritual power is not weak at all and in the early stage of the real divine power realm, as long as he comprehends the natural supernatural power, he can make a logical breakthrough.

Wu Hao's foundation is so solid that I am afraid that few people can compare with it.

Looking at this familiar environment, the green grass, the barren path, the low thatched huts, and the meandering stream by the roadside, all of this made his heart throb inexplicably, however, many have changed.

There were no cows and sheep screaming, no children playing, no laundry women, no farmers working in the fields with hoes, no lively atmosphere, and the silence around them was like death.

Wu Hao's heart was inexplicably haunted by a trace of uneasiness, his steps quickened, passing through an alley, however, he still didn't see half a figure.

"How can there be no one?"

Wu Hao became more and more nervous, although it was located in a remote area, there were still more than a dozen families living here, how could there be no one in sight now, what about the people who lived here? Where did they go?

Hurriedly walked towards the most simple, crumbling grass hut, where he had lived for more than ten years, where he depended on each other, laughing and laughing, even if it was coarse linen clothes, coarse tea and light rice, he was still happy.

Just because there is an Uncle Mo here who loves him and loves him...

"Squeak!"

The tattered wooden door was slowly pushed open by Wu Hao, and a large gray mist fell, filling the doorway, making the place look like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time.

"Could it be that Uncle Mo and the other residents have already left here?"

This thought flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, if this was the case, then where would he go to find Uncle Mo.

Uncle Mo is sick, constantly coughing and wheezing all year round, he has not even enjoyed a comfortable day, and Wu Hao has not fulfilled the slightest filial piety.

If he can't find out Uncle Mo's whereabouts anymore, I'm afraid he will spend his whole life in shame.

However, fortunately, things were not what he imagined, after he walked into the house, he sensed someone's breathing, but the breath was so weak that it was difficult to detect, and even a dying person would not breathe so weakly.

"God has finally treated me well, and at this last moment, I finally looked forward to your return, and it can be regarded as a secret that has been in the dust for a long time, and it can be revealed to the world."

The voice is unusually old, but the voice seems to reveal the infinite vicissitudes of life that have gone through thousands of ages.

The sudden sound made Wu Hao slightly startled, and when he looked at it, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and he said, "Uncle Mo, I'm back." ”

On the pedal chair, there sat an old man in the twilight with his eyes slightly closed, his old face was full of wrinkles, and there was a hint of dead gray, which looked like a ravaged gray sheet, his hair had fallen out, his eyes were sunken, and his age was shocking, compared to Mu Peng.

Wu Hao was pleasantly surprised, but also heart-wrenching pain, six years ago, although Uncle Mo was also a little old, but it was far from reaching such a point, in just six years, he actually made a man who was only in his forties old so much, what has he experienced in the past six years?

"Don't touch me." hurriedly ran over and was about to touch him, but was stopped by the old man with a low shout.

Wu Hao paused and wondered, "Uncle Mo, what's wrong?" Why is your body..."

He really didn't understand what kind of disease Uncle Mo had that would make a man in his forties age to such an extent.

"Xiao Wu, you're finally back, you're really talented, in just a few years, from the early stage of body refining to the peak of the Three-Yuan One Realm, it's good... There is no disgrace to your father's peerless prestige. The old man didn't answer Wu Hao's question in time, but his eyes rolled, and he could see Wu Hao's cultivation at a glance.

Wu Hao's body shook, revealing a look of disbelief, looking at him in a daze, speechless for a long time.

In his impression, Uncle Mo has always been an upright and hardworking peasant man, but how... Know the cultivation system realm of cultivators?

"Uncle Mo......" Wu Hao's thoughts were like a tide, and the past scenes came to his mind, Uncle Mo was no longer a farmer in his mind, but a mysterious person, and he didn't need to think about the wood spirit beads in his body, it was very likely to be related to it.

And he just said "father", how unfamiliar this word is to him, from childhood to adulthood, Uncle Mo has never kept his mouth shut about it, how Ren Wuhao wants to know, Uncle Mo just said: You picked it up, your parents, I don't know. Muddle through.

But now, he finally let him hear that Uncle Mo was talking about his father.