In the harsh winter of the lunar month, the cold snow fell to the ground.

Ye Wen was crowned a god in a battle, stood out in the battle of the eight sects, and won the position of the god of war in the territory of the Xianyuan Sect.

The enemies of the seven sects all died at his hands, and no one could defeat a golden dragon halberd.

There are millions of corpses lurking under their feet, killing until the sky is dark, and the blood is flowing like a river. Ye Wen single-handedly fought against the Seven Great Martial Saints, splashing blood in the sky, so as to seal the gods, forcing the Seven Sects to make a ten-year non-aggression covenant with each other.

After the First World War, Ye Wen disappeared.

It is rumored that although he won the battle god position of the Immortal Yuan Sect, he also paid a great price for fighting the Seven Great Martial Saints, and now he is in a situation of sitting on the death to heal his injuries.

In the snow, two figures stepped into the majestic and tall city gate one after the other, and looked away, the ground and the roof ridge were all white, covered in silver.

"It's been eighteen years," Ye Wen sighed lightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Now I'm going back to the capital of the Tang Kingdom, Jinling." Do they remember the waste that left with hatred eighteen years ago, and the eighteen-year gamble should be fulfilled......"

It is said that he is a good man again after eighteen years, but now that he has returned again, he is no longer the waste boy of the past, but the only ...... in the territory of Xianyuan Sect Mars!

The Tang Kingdom is only one of the hundred countries under the command of the Xianyuan Sect.

As soon as the muttering fell, Ye Wen suddenly coughed violently, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Big brother, your injury ......" The big man who followed behind him stepped forward quickly, wanting to hold Ye Wen but was stopped by him waving his hand, and said, "It's just a small injury, and I can't help it." ”

There was a look of worry in the big man's eyes.

In the battle with the Seven Great Martial Saints, although Ye Wen's injury was not as serious as rumored by the outside world, he had just broken through to the realm of martial gods to cultivate, but he had to self-proclaim his cultivation in order to survive, and he needed to find the rare Cold Spirit Pill in 10,000 years in order to continue his life, otherwise he would only die in the end.

Ye Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said as he walked forward: "Eighteen years ago, the Liu family withdrew from the marriage and took away my heavy pupils, and I swore a heavy oath at that time, I will come back after eighteen years to destroy the whole clan, and now I am here, starting from Jinling, I will return the Ye family to the gods and white." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, the eldest brother can kill him with a single word, and he can't make a big deal in person. Dahan followed behind Ye Wen and said.

"Blood feuds and hatreds are no trivial matter, wouldn't it be boring to destroy them easily? I want them to experience for themselves what it means to be desperate, and what it means to be inappropriate every day, and what it means to be ineffective in the earth!" Ye Wen's face was slightly pale, and his body was a little thin due to his injuries, and he seemed to be blown down at any time when he walked in the cold wind.

Eighteen years ago, the events were strange and strange, this time not only to take revenge, but also to find out everything, and kill all enemies, leaving no one behind.

God of War Glory...... Don't be disgraced!

During the conversation, the two came to the Liu family's mansion, stood outside and looked at it, it was exactly the same as eighteen years ago, there was no change, but today's Liu family was full of lights, and it seemed that they were holding a wedding.

"Eighteen years ago, the strongest person in the Liu family was a martial artist in the Nine Realms of cultivation, I don't know if there is a stronger one now, otherwise it would be too boring. Ye Wen slowly walked towards the door of the Liu family's mansion.

Martial Artists, Martial Honors, Martial Saints, and Martial Gods each have nine realms, and the strongest of the Liu family eighteen years ago is only the nine realms of martial artists, if it weren't for the decline of the Ye family, how would they dare to make a mistake?

Ye Wen was robbed of his pupils, bleeding all the way out of Jinling, and made a bloody pact with Liu, if he returned eighteen years later and was still strong, he would return his pupils and revoke the divorce documents, otherwise he would live forever and be a slave to Liu.

"Please show us your entry slip. The housekeeper of the Liu Mansion bowed and raised his hand to stop him.

Ye Wen shook his head, "No!"

I'm afraid that this group of people has long forgotten the waste that left with hatred eighteen years ago, and should never care about the so-called gambling contract, thinking that he will definitely die if he loses his heavy pupils.

"Liu Mansion is not a cat or a dog who can enter if he wants to, there is no invitation, please leave. The butler's hunched body stood upright, his hands slanted at Ye Wen, and his eyes faintly revealed disdain.

He knew most of the powerful people in Jinling, but he didn't have the impression of the person in front of him, and when he heard that there was no invitation, he knew that it was not the distinguished guest invited by the Liu family.

"What if I want to enter?" Ye Wen's pale face appeared with an expression that seemed to be smiling.

"There are countless beggars who want to enter Liu's house, and there are even more weak people who want to climb Liu's lintel, which category do you think you belong to?" The housekeeper laughed arrogantly, not paying attention to the person in front of him at all, "The beggar drills a hole, and the weak climb the door." He raised his hand and pointed to the potholes and low doors not far away.

The potholes were climbed by dogs, but now many people are scrambling to drill into them. And the low door is a kind of humiliation to people, compared to a crawling beast, but there are also people who climb in order to be able to climb the lintel of the Liu family.

As everyone knows, even if you can get in, it will be difficult for you to get out for the rest of your life.

Ye Wen's expression was suddenly cold, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already cold.

If I remember correctly, he crawled out of the low door in order to survive, and his ugly face is still vivid in his mind.

They said they would not kill him as long as he crawled out of the low gate......

The Liu clan is strong enough in Jinling, but when you look at the world, you are like ants.

"Are you going to be a beggar or a weakling?" the butler sneered, now that the guests were almost here, he also had the leisure to make fun of Ye Wen.

"Presumptuous!" The big man drank lowly, and was about to make a move, but was stopped by Ye Wen, squinted and said to the housekeeper: "Eighteen years ago, you held down the young man and let others take away his heavy pupils to have today's status. ”

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed, and said with a glint in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to know about this glorious deed, don't worry, as long as you are willing to drill into the hole, with this sentence, I will cover you in the future." After a pause, a look of excitement appeared on his face, and his face was full of excitement, as if the events of that year were the most memorable for him, and he glorified his ancestors.

Ye Wen laughed, "Don't you look like the boy I was back then?"

"You ......" the butler glared, and then his pupils contracted, and the young man in his memory coincided with the man in front of him, with sharp edges and corners, and his appearance was dignified, and he still looked so frail and sickly, "Are you really a waste? Since you dare to come back even if you don't die, God should let me make meritorious service again." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand excitedly, and the martial artist on the side immediately surrounded Ye Wen.

"Bold," the big man stepped out, "dare to insult the majesty of the gods, and be killed!"

Before the housekeeper could continue to speak, the big man had already made a move, his fist was like thunder in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he exploded the family around him, turning into a blood mist in the sky, and there was not even a bone residue left.

The blood mist was fluttering, but it couldn't dye Ye Wen's clothes.

He calmly looked at the scene in front of him, and the light in his eyes became a little colder.

"You, you ......" The housekeeper was immediately frightened and retreated, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he sat down in the snow with his buttocks, obviously the weather was extremely cold, but his forehead was full of beads of sweat, "Don't come here, I am a master of the Three Realms of Martial Arts, believe it or not, Lao Tzu slapped you to death with one palm!"

Lustful!

The cultivation of all families is not weak, but he has also been beaten by life, he is like a trapped beast fighting at the moment, and he subconsciously threatens.

"A martial artist who has been promoted by pills in the Three Realms dares to go crazy in front of me?" The big man stepped forward, and with laughter, the scar on his face was like a crawling centipede, looking very hideous, he turned around and asked, "Big brother, kill or not?"