Zhu Chi looked at the bloodstained entourage who had escaped death in a daze, and asked, "My father?"

"Your Highness, how can you forget!" the man choked up, "A thousand years ago, your soul was scattered, and you were killed by the Shangning Venerable God with his life's divine power. Your Highness was brutally murdered to save you. Don't you remember any of this?So what have you been through over the years to forget all of this?" the man roared heartbreakingly, causing waves in Zhu Chi's heart. He never remembered the past, no one told him, and there was no mention of it.

Before the man could finish speaking, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and died. He was seriously injured for a long time, and when he woke up, he just returned to the light, holding on to his master's son-in-law, but who knew that Zhu Chi didn't remember anything.

Zhu Chi buried the body and secretly investigated. It's been a long time, a thousand years, as if nothing in the past existed. At that time, a man quietly found him and told him everything with a smile.

Xiao Youji.

The man has a demonic aura on him, and he doesn't like to be close to him on weekdays, and even walks away on his own whenever he sees him. Zhu Chi could feel Xiao Youji's deep hostility, but he didn't know where the hateful gaze came from, and Xiao Youji found him that day and told him a secret.

The person who killed his father was the god Shangning who he now considered his righteous father. It turns out that there are four great gods in Kunlun, two of whom have died before the thousand-year war, and only the Xihuang gods and Shangning gods remain.

The god represents the supremacy of Kunlun.

A thousand years ago, in order to unify the Three Realms, Shangning Zun God launched a huge war, and the lives were devastated, and the war was raging. However, it backfired, and was met with desperate resistance from not only demons and humans, but also Taichang Ling restored everything in the world.

Xiao Youji didn't say much, it seemed that it was a memory that only belonged to him. But he told Zhu Chi that Shangning Zun God's ambition is getting bigger and bigger, and he has always regarded Shang Ning Zun God as a thorn in his eye, and he has removed him, and he is the unique god of Kunlun. In the end, Shangning was defeated and died in his own immortal valley.

Zhu Chi naturally didn't believe these at first, and he asked rhetorically, "How can you prove it?"

Xiao Youji felt that he was naïve, naïve like a three-year-old child, and he said disdainfully: "Your weak body is not just because your soul has just been born, but Shang Ning has been secretly stealing your spiritual power. The one who comes to your temple every day is the medicine primer, and when you are sleepy, he will slowly inhale your power into his body. In this way, the gods will not know the ghosts, and there will be no backlash. I really can't imagine that Xihuang has a son like you who has no heart. I don't believe that if you don't drink that bowl of soup and medicine, your skills will definitely increase. Xiao Youji sneered, he looked down on Zhu Chi from the bottom of his heart.

Especially, especially that he and Meng Shu have a thrilling past.

A few words of understatement made Zhu Chi stunned in place. He really followed Xiao Youji's method and pretended to drink the decoction. At night, I saw Shang Ning Zun enter his house in a grand manner, and with a fierce force on his chest, the divine power in his body was really thrown into the hands of the enemy. At that time, it was in front of him, Zhu Chi was shocked, but his eyes were closed, pretending to be asleep.

He couldn't startle the snake, so he went to a far, far valley the next day to take a vacation. Shangning Zun didn't notice it, so he had to let him be happy for a few days. Zhu Chi devoted himself to cultivation in the valley, condensed his divine power, and gradually recovered his body. Later, he went to the fairy valley where his father Xihuang once lived, where the mountains were surrounded by wild grass, and even the chaffinus never settled. What came into view was a devastation, collapsed houses and towers, corpses that had been reduced to bones...... There is also a dormitory where he used to live.

Only, there was only one hairpin, gathered in the flames, shimmering and burning.

The flames were like a whirling and dancing phoenix, and between the silent and dim heaven and earth, a layer of fiery red twilight spread out in all directions. The valley is vast, and he is alone. Zhu Chi's hand was on the blazing flame, and the hairpin melted from his appreciation in an instant, and his heart stabbed violently, and suddenly throbbed. When he woke up, he had never seen Xihuang's appearance, but in the collapsed pavilion, there was a half-burned picture, and the eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his own. Xihuang looked at him with a light smile from the painting.

So, unstoppable.

He killed Kunlun back.

The soaring flames burned unscrupulously, the light that wanted to break through the bound darkness and fly away. Suddenly, Kunlun was a blood-red color, and the god man looked at the murderous man stupidly, he was like a thousand years ago to stop killing and stopping the war without hesitation from breaking the enchantment. Shangning Zun God was defenseless, but the strength he had lost due to the war had gradually recovered, and the divine soldiers and gods resisted for a while. but will be burned up by this monstrous flame. The burning flames devoured the calm Kunlun, and Zhu Chi broke through the barriers like crazy, shouting "Avenge my father!"

However, he did not resist many troops in the end.

There is always the courage to be a husband, but it can only be stepped on alive.

In the end, Zhu Chi was tied to Zhu Xiantai. On the charge of killing the gods, he retreated from the high platform where the immortal's soul flew away and turned into clouds.

Lightning thundered, thundered, roared. Thunderbolts struck every inch of his skin, instantly scarred and fleshy. The man's skin was covered with bruises and purple scars, the joints of his limbs were unusually twisted, and his resolute face was bright red everywhere, and the hot blood was shocking. The blood gushing from the corners of his mouth snaked deep into his collarbone, and he laughed maniacally, as if he couldn't feel the pain of the cramps.

At the last moment in his memory, he saw a purple light rushing out of the sky, tightly wrapped around Zhu Chi's body like a giant python, and Wanruo protected his baby to protect Zhu Chi, who was seriously injured.

He thought he was going to die, but now that he thought about it, he had fallen intact in Meng Shu's inn.

Can't remember the memories before.

He couldn't leave the inn or Meng Shu's side for five steps.

……

Zhu Chi thought of this, and sank without a head. A word popped into his head: five steps down.

"Meng Shu, you can't be a snake demon, right?"

He looked at her, and behind him was a big red curtain, like a wedding room.

Meng Shu glanced at it, "Don't interrupt." ”

I saw that the wind was blowing around the two of them, and a black mist shrouded around Xihuang and the divine soldiers. She stared around and said slowly: "Mutual restraint, what killed your father was not divine power, but demonic power. ”