"They know... But the monk who came down from Haodi. I think that you are a monk under the land and in the world... But that's it..."

"But so?" the white-haired man laughed again.

It was normal for that Nirvana powerhouse from Haotu to think so. Because after all, he is a person in the world, no matter how strong he is, he can only stand in the Xuanzhao.

Because since ancient times, there have been very few births of Nirvana power in the world.

In a pair of eyes, a black flame burned. The entire White Dew Star fell into a haze.

"I can't tell the deity about this yet. For my present word has been reverse... The invisible power. Crisis may come at any time, and if you continue to contact the deity, you are afraid of setting it on fire, and the deity will not be able to bear it......"

Thirty-five years ago, because of the original god, he escaped and traveled to the world. As a result, the connection with the deity was severed, and now the god thought doppelganger Yuan Shen has returned to his position, and there is still no connection with the deity.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare. The Divine Mind Clone is now a great accomplishment of his own way, and his strength is beyond his own comprehension.

For since the consummation of his rebellion, he has never met anyone who can fight with him. Although, in the past thirty-five years, he has encountered very few creatures. Even creatures comparable to Xuanzhao are hard to see.

For all the worlds to which he went are wastelands. There is no life, and there is no living thing.

Those heavens and the earth may have once bloomed brightly. But they were all in a catastrophe, and the only thing left was the raging waves and dust.

It's just that even so, in the face of the crisis that may come at any time, he feels powerless, let alone the deity.

Although he has cut off contact with the deity, he can still feel that the strength of the deity is not as good as him, even if the gods and demons are one, it is still the same.

"Take me to Jingkong Yuan's house. ”

.......

Clear water flows in the lake, weeping willows and green grass cover the plains, and everywhere is verdant, and the eyes are full of life.

The sound of cicadas does not stop, and flocks of butterflies fly among the flowers. It's just in a certain place, out of place with this place.

The world here is not impoverished, but there is a cold breath everywhere, and there is no greenery, only a few sparse climbing hills to climb the rocks.

This is a prison.

Here, it's Jingkong Island. This island is 100,000 miles in circumference, it is a cave sky, because it appears in the ocean, so it is called the island by the people of the world.

It's just that unlike ordinary islands, this is an island suspended in the middle of a high school. A large array, gathering all the aura in all directions, so it is verdant all year round.

It's all light, even at night. It is also starry and starry, and there is very little real darkness.

It's just that it's just a superficial sunny day.

The bloody wind in the shadows is not something that ordinary people can imagine. Intrigues, slander, conspiracy, framing, and mutilation of one's own people, which cannot be prevented.

Even if you are a fool, you are not immune.

That fool, all the immediate family members have been brutally killed. He did not feel any sadness about the death of these people.

Perhaps, a fool would not know what this heartache is. Or maybe those who died didn't have much weight in his heart.

Because his biological mother is just a maid, an ordinary mortal who has not embarked on the path of cultivation.

It was not born of the main room. Although he is classified among the contemporary descendants, he is of low status after all.

His biological mother, in front of herself, was poured into poisoned wine and died of her intestines. So, when he was still a child, he became a fool at that moment.

It's just that when all the lineages are dead, everyone's eyes are rightfully on this fool.

For the treasure of a family, even if it is self-extinguished, it will not be handed over to outsiders. This is a treasure that has been passed down through thousands of generations, if it is handed over, how will the spirits of the ancestors of the past generations be faced under the nine springs in the future?

There were 300 people in the Yuan family, and most of them died at the hands of Yuan Shu, except for a small number of people.

That is the core of the descendants, who suffered all kinds of torture, but finally did not tell the whereabouts of the treasure, and finally could not stand this torture like hell, and died of suicide.

It's not that they're arrogant, it's that they really don't know. Those who knew about it had already perished when they noticed the change.

Those who stay are unknown. I had never even heard of the Yuan family's treasures in addition to the Zhen clan's mysteries.

Everyone doesn't know, but that doesn't mean no one really knows.

Those people's guesses were right, and the fool really knew.

Fools aren't really fools either. In the past, although the Yuan family did not have the bloody wind of today, it was also full of gunsmoke and war.

His biological mother was weak, so she died in this war. It was a mistake to give birth to him, a mistake that cost him his life.

But when this mistake appears, the mistake doesn't want to continue to be a mistake, nor does it want to be erased at will like a biological mother.

In order to be able to live, he can only be a fool. Because only a fool will not pose any threat to people, because a fool has no way to compete for the position of head of the family.

The descendants are not passed on, and the elders are not passed on to the young. That's what those big families have always done. But the Yuan family is different, this is the ability to get.

He endured it for a long time, but he is not the pride of the sky, even if he tastes the courage of lying on his salary, he is destined to not be able to accumulate thick and thin hair and soar to the sky. Become the ruler of the Yuan family.

His forbearance only wants to live.

Even in front of the most respected person and the first person in the world to treat him sincerely, he did not reveal a trace of abnormality.

Although, the One, seems to have perceived.

Those who forced their mothers to death were also forced to die by life and death in this bloody storm. It's just that he doesn't know whether to rejoice or grieve.

Because his wife and children are in the hands of those who are shaking the foundation of the Yuan family.

He knew that he would not say a day. His wife and children endured unimaginable torture one more day. But he also knew that once he said it, then his wife and children would die.

He wanted them to live, even if they were tortured to madness, it was better than dead. He really didn't want to lose them.

"There's still time... Wait... Wait. ”

In the dungeon, a cloaked figure covered in pus and blood had his back to the bars and was facing the wall.

The man laughed as he scratched a long mark on the wall with his fingernails, back and forth.

This dungeon is so hard that even if you scratch it tens of thousands of times a day, you can only scratch a faint white mark.

The entire wall is intertwined with threads. Outsiders can't see it at all. Only this person knows how many horizontal lines there are on the wall.

There are exactly 1,245 lines, and each trace represents a day. It represents his daily suffering.

In the midst of laughter, there is already madness. But in his heart, it is still clear.

He has no despair, these threads, represent the hope in his heart.

Perhaps, this hope will eventually turn out to be despair. A person who is full of hope and waits for more and more despair.

But there is a kind of person in the world, the more difficult the situation, the more it can stimulate his obsession with living.

If he is buried here like this, he is unwilling and unwilling.

He didn't know if this wait would become an empty dream, if the chase would be an illusion, and if it would become a regret in the end.

That regret is to be truly yourself in front of the most respected person, and bow your head to thank your teacher.

It's just that this hope eventually became a thought again. I only think in my heart, but I don't want that person to come.

Although, he knew, that one was strong. But he also knows that the enemy is also very strong, powerful and terrifying. Let all the second-step powers in the world dare not make easy moves.

He was afraid that the arrival of that person would not be able to win the result he was waiting for in his heart.

So, he didn't want that person to really come. Rather the man wouldn't know about it.

Underneath the maniacal laughter, footsteps were mixed.

As the footsteps got closer, the laughter grew louder.

He knew that when the footsteps sounded, it would be the beginning of today's suffering.

In the midst of laughter, this man was thinking of a man in his heart.

"Mr. ......."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps stopped. Then a flow of fine sand was heard.

A voice rang out.

"You are a student of Chu Cheng's sect, and you are my disciple. And who dares to hurt you or harm you before I disappear into this heaven and earth?"

"If someone really dares to do this, then whether it is Xuanzhao, Xuanni, or an immortal existence, the teacher will let him die. ”

The sound fell, like a symphony of drums and thunder, reverberated in the man's mind.

Wobbly and vague. It's as if you're stuck in an unreal dream.

Until, he saw the figure in a black robe with white hair.

I saw the face of the man who longed for the arrival day and night, but did not want him to come.

The man shook even more violently, shouting, laughing, and converging in unison.

In the end, the tendoned heartstrings, the grievances and pathos that had been deposited for several years, were vented out.

The crying was hysterical, Yuan Shao knelt on the ground, trembled and knocked his head with all his strength.

"Mr. ......"

"Master ......"

The white-haired man looked down at the man who was kneeling and crying in front of him. Word by word.

"When you shed tears, you feel a lot less heartache. But this is the last time you cry, and I promise you that you will never shed another tear in the future. Will be completely back to yourself. ”

"You watch, look at how those who hurt you and hurt you are being ambushed by your teachers. It also allows you to witness with your own eyes what the light of the world is. ”

As he spoke, the white-haired man in a black robe burst into flames. Kill the wicked, why use the way of rebellion. The evil one has his own righteousness, and he is overwhelmed.

A finger hooked, and in those eyes that turned into dazzling like the sun, hundreds of black silk and black wisps appeared, continuing to connect the figures outside.

Another finger flicked, and the strings moved. Under a gust of wind, there is yellow sand all over the country.

The sky is furious, and the tide is rushing into the galaxy. It is also the sound of thousands of stars shattering, setting off a huge wave of starfall, with an unstoppable roar, which can shatter the whole world at any time, turning everything into nothingness and empty.

The people of the world were shocked, they saw that there was a streamer in the entire starry sky, and the whole world fell into a streamer and spark, making the whole appearance chaotic, as if it was going to be reversed back to before the beginning of Hongmeng.

Then, when the people of the world looked up, they smelled an earth-shattering righteousness.

In the world, there are two first-time masters who can laugh and talk about fishing by the lake. But suddenly, the lake in front of him bloomed with a dazzling white light, like a fairy mist.

Two more strands of black silk descended from the sky in an instant, and when the two first glances looked up in disbelief, time was frozen there.

There are two stone statues by the lake, and when the breeze blows, it splits apart and fills the sky with dust.