Wang Chuxuan was in a coma and was carried into the infirmary by Mingma Jiaoxi, where he was treated by a doctor, and a group of people were guarding him.

Long Yu said: "How did this kid do it? He hasn't made any progress in the Wuji Academy for three months, and his strength is rising in this fight!"

Ming Ma nodded, "Yes, I can't imagine that it's been a while, but he is very different from ordinary martial artists, and he still doesn't have any aura on his body, what kind of power is in him?"

The Sectarians shook their heads together, their complete faith in the titular inheritor of the saint, and at the same time they felt more and more mysterious about his powers.

Yu Fangwu, Xinyu, Tang Mocheng and others also came to visit, and they were silent when they saw that the youngest looked the fourth child was in a coma on the bed.

Wang Chuxuan did not have half of the scars on his body, but he was greatly traumatized mentally, and Yiqing's death and the backlash of endless anger made him on the verge of collapse.

Wang Chuxuan's spirit was extremely confused at this time, and all kinds of sounds kept ringing in his ears, not what he heard but what picture flashed in his mind, what sound would appear, and the sound of switching between one picture would immediately disappear and become the next picture.

His spirit drifted into nothingness, and then the picture shifted to a picture of a previous life, where Earth was his former home, like a dream in which he returned to his bed.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the furnishings in the house were exactly the same as in the previous life's home, the home was full of beautiful furnishings, and he had never felt how warm this room was before.

"Wang Chuxuan!" a call sounded above his head.

He hurried to the head of the tower, which was one of his relatives, dangling from the upside-down tube lamp.

He looked at it indifferently, he just watched, because his current spirit would be clear and vague, even if it was Yiqing hanging on it now, he would be indifferent.

He reverted to the little boy who didn't care about anything in his own home, and the sound of several adult men playing mahjong could be heard outside.

He stepped forward and opened the door of his house, and the white smoke instantly hit the hall, and a choking smell of tobacco filled the hall, which was the smell of cigarettes all over the room.

Four men were playing mahjong, and all three of them he could see had cigarette holders in their mouths, and wisps of smoke rose from here.

He was indifferent to what was in front of him, it was his father who had invited his uncles and uncles to his house again, and he walked past them with complete indifference.

"Chu Xuan, go buy me a pack of cigarettes!"

"Oh!" replied indifferently.

The man with his back to him turned around, and the man was his father, with a sallow face, thick short hair, and some gray temples, picked up a few dollars from the table and handed them over.

Wang Chuxuan was stunned and looked at him in a daze, and did not raise his hand to pick it up.

"Chu Xuan, what are you doing?

"Chu Xuan?"

There was no answer to several calls, Wang Chuxuan just looked at him familiar and unfamiliar.

A mouth sounded, and Wang Chuxuan felt a little fluctuating in his spirit, as if he was in pain.

This slap was full of strength, and directly turned his head over and buzzed, and touched the corner of his mouth with his hand, maybe he bit his lip or his teeth were beaten out of blood, and some blood remained.

He still had that foul temper, or rather, annoyed, disgusted, and frustrated him.

A few uncles stepped forward and grabbed him, "Dissipate your anger, what kind of anger are you angry with the child?"

Wang Chuxuan seemed to remember something, threw the money on the ground as soon as he shook his hand, and rushed out.

That's how he used to live, and he had been like this for more than ten years.

He doesn't need friends or others, he uses food to satisfy his hunger, and when someone chats with him, he answers with a smile.

No matter if others make fun of him or bully him, he doesn't care.

Wang Chuxuan grew up in a small city when he was a child, and this kind of place is easy to be trafficked, and for his safety, he will be locked at home and live alone.

As he grew older, the family's money was running out of money.

The strong father became even more grumpy, and this was the moment.

Wang Chuxuan didn't know where to run!

I was in a mess, and I just ran out of the community and crossed the road without looking at anything.

The oncoming taxi hurriedly braked but it was too late, and at that moment, a figure hurriedly pushed beside him.

Hearing only a "bang", Wang Chuxuan was safe and sound, he was pushed away, he hurriedly looked back, only to see his father lying in a pool of blood, and it turned out that he ran out of the door to find him and died in order to save him.

Wang Chuxuan suddenly knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, he had no father.

"Hey, what should we do? This kid should have died, but he was saved by this man? How can we go back and do business!" An empty voice sounded.

A black and a white stood in front of him and muttered, "The king of Hades wants him to die on the third watch, and will never leave him until the fifth watch, take him back! Think about what do you think will happen to the king if he knows that he is still alive?"

"I don't know, I haven't lost my temper for thousands of years, so let's take him over there! Just throw it into the Demon Domain, and if it's not in the Five Elements, it's considered dead." ”

......

The screen begins to jump again, back into the void.

"It turns out that this is your past, no wonder you haven't been able to cultivate here yet. The voice of the Raven Spirit rang out in this void space.

Wang Chuxuan regained his memory, remembering what he didn't respond at all, just stood there stunned.

Raven Ling said coldly: "You are half dead and still have time to think about those, hurry up and think of a way to get out, otherwise your body will be an empty shelf!"

After a while, Wang Chuxuan looked up, and the crow spirit was nagging beside him for a long time, and then he thought about it thoughtfully, and his spirit returned to his senses.

"How do you think I care?"

"I saw the image in your mind just now, your father died for you, are you going to live up to the sacrifice he made for your life?"

Wang Chuxuan was suddenly silent.

Raven Spirit repeated what he had just said.

Wang Chuxuan sighed, cheered up and said: "I can't live up to him, I think if the mistakes of the past cannot be repaired, then I hope that my future can be redeemed." ”

After finishing speaking, he laughed dryly, and his eyes shone brightly, "But how do you get out! This place looks bigger than the starry sky, like being in space." ”

The crow spirit didn't seem to know where to start, and both the man and the crow suddenly fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long, the Raven Spirit spoke: "You have to go back, I once told you that you have to make a choice at a critical moment, and it seems that this is the time for you to choose." ”

"What choice?"

"You're the Twelve Dead, but you're not!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Listen to me slowly!I watched all your memories, those two mistakenly threw you into the Demon Domain, you were only selected by the Demon Domain because you were a living being, which became the body of Twelve, but the twelve itself was killed by the teacher by mistake and became the moon blade after refining, I am the teacher's spirit beast, although the aura is extremely high, but it only strengthens the perception ability, I found these things but I can't communicate with you humans in words, I can feel its breath half alive and half dead, and the part of life is naturally talking about you. ”

Wang Chuxuan's eyes lit up again, "So I'm not a dead demon?"

Raven Spirit laughed, "Twelve died, his power is still in your body, and then the younger brother of the blood demon took most of this power away, leaving only one layer in your body, and they can't take this layer away, because the moon blade recognizes the master, and the skills of the dead demon are only taught to you, he has no power, and he doesn't use his skills, let him snatch this again, Tianzhou will be more than lucky." ”

"After that, you used the Twelve Endless Fury, this move is the power of the Dead Demon, and the power of your remaining one or two Dead Demon has been drained. That's why you're here, and I'm going to tell you that as of today you've regained your human identity, and you're no different from a human being except for this demonized body and the Moonblade's ability to absorb power. ”