Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Tragic Past

From now on, I will also be a qualified martial artist!

Yang Yue almost shouted in his heart, for more than ten years, he has spent all his time in nightmares!

Since childhood, he has been gifted, and he has always been the key training object of the family, and I still remember that a very powerful master once said that with his own qualifications, if he is cultivated, he will definitely be a genius like the twelve sons in the future!

However, when he was five years old, he was killed by an uncle of the same clan, and smashed the meridians around his body with one palm, and no one could understand the pain at that moment, not only the physical pain, but also the pain in the heart; who would have thought that the uncle who had always treated him like his own son would do this to himself?

However, the family has always only cared about the existence of valuable people, and when they are talented, everyone treats them as a treasure, holds them in the palm of their hands, and will not let themselves suffer the slightest grievance.

But once things changed, the genius boy who used to be loved by thousands of people became a waste that everyone avoided, and even the eyes of the slave maid who usually flattered him were full of disgust?

"Yang Ming, you should know that your son is just a waste now, a waste that has no value to the family, so the family will not waste resources on a waste anymore, and cancel his status as the eldest son!"

This is what the amiable and most spoiled ancestor said to his father on weekdays!

In just a short paragraph, the naked three wastes were stabbed into their hearts like three steel knives, and the pain and despair were heartbreaking.

The father trembled and clenched his fists, but said nothing.

"Father, am I just a waste in your heart, why don't you say a word for yourself?"

Yang Yue shouted like this in his heart countless times.

It was also that night that he ran away from home at the age of six and began to wander the world. Grab food with vicious dogs, and the hungry can't stand it anymore, so they eat dead human flesh in mass graves!

Yang Yue, who was lying on the ground, silently slipped two lines of tears from the corners of his eyes.

Later, Killing Heaven controlled a wisp of black ses demonic qi to drill into Yang Yue's body, but after a while, Yang Yue recovered most of his physical strength.

"The grace of the predecessors' reconstruction, the great kindness, the younger generations are unforgettable!"

Yang Yue struggled to get up, turned around, knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times.

"Truly...... What a senior, this king is your master!" remembered the gloomy voice of the killing sky.

"Yes, master, please bow to the apprentice. Yang Yue hurriedly changed his words.

"This king was originally hit hard, if he was trapped in this cave, it would take at least ten years to recover, and now because you and I have recovered, this king still has something to do, we are destined to see you again!" A black light shrouded Yang Yue's head, Yang Yue suddenly felt a pain in his mind, and after a while, he had one more exercise in his mind: the Heavenly Demon Twilight Prison Sutra

"Truly...... Disciple, you are cultivating in this cave, and the Heavenly Demon Prison Sutra has obtained a total of nine levels, one heavy and one realm, not more than seven levels, and you cannot go out of the mountain!"

"Obey the master's orders!" Yang Yue bowed to the outside of the cave.

"Huh? No, the master said that this Heavenly Demon Prison Sutra has nine realms, one heavy and one realm, but this cultivation realm is not only the eight realms of body refining, spirit introduction, foundation building, martial master, martial arts, martial king, martial honor, and martial emperor? Where did the nine realms come from? Is there a realm above Emperor Wu?" Yang Yue was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, and began to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Prison Sutra.

In another hidden place, also in a cave, Mu Xuechen's face was full of pain, mobilizing the aura in the Infinity Tower, and fiercely suppressing the wisp of divine thought in the divine soul.

Mu Xin'er, the merman princess in the infinite space, had already gotten up and stood beside the vitality spring, nervously watching the battle between the two phantoms in the sky, one phantom was Mu Xuechen's appearance, and the other phantom was a wolf-shaped soul, and the light like a golden hair on the top of the wolf's head was particularly dazzling.

Gradually, Mu Xuechen fell into the wind, and was suppressed by the wolf shadow, Mu Xin'er gritted her teeth, a pair of jade hands formed a heart seal on her chest, and she recited the mysterious law decision in her mouth, and after three breaths, a mermaid image floated up from the top of Mu Xin'er's head - out of her body!

This is a kind of supernatural power unique to cultivators above the Martial Emperor, but it is extremely consuming of the source of life, and the slightest carelessness will cause the soul to fly away.

Mu Xin'er on the ground was motionless like a sculpture, and the ghost phantom above his head soon came to the place where Mu Xuechen and the wolf shadow fought in the air.

Mu Xin'er's fish tail became four or five times larger in vain, rolled up a hurricane, and swept towards the wolf shadow with an overwhelming momentum; the wolf's head was shining with golden light, and a trace of golden light shot out from the golden hair on the top of the wolf shadow's head, bombarding Mu Xin'er's fish tail, Mu Xin'er's soul trembled, and the phantom became a lot more transparent in an instant, and on the ground, a trace of blood also overflowed from the corner of Mu Xin'er's mouth.

In the air, a fierce aura flashed in Mu Xuechen's eyes, the phantom slapped out with both palms, and the wolf shadow was forced to retreat four or five feet; Mu Xin'er in the air bit her silver teeth, and the phantom rotated, and soon Mu Xin'er's phantom could not be seen clearly, but turned into a vase-shaped phantom.

When the wolf shadow retreated, Mu Xin'er saw the opportunity, and the mouth of the "vase" was facing downward, enveloping the wolf shadow in the "vase", unable to move.

Mu Xuechen's soul was extremely weak, looking at the suppressed wolf shadow, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Mu Xin'er on the ground, Mu Xin'er was still standing on the ground, with a trace of scarlet blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her palms were still knotted on her chest.

Mu Xuechen floated in front of Mu Xin'er, Mu Xin'er's body no longer had the slightest breath, and looked up at the "vase" in the air, Mu Xuechen sighed in her heart, gently picked up Mu Xin'er's body, carefully placed it in the vitality spring water, and nourished Mu Xin'er's body with the vitality spring water.

"Don't worry, I will improve my cultivation as soon as possible and let your soul return to your body!" The vase in the air seemed to hear Mu Xuechen's words, and swayed slightly, as if to comfort Mu Xuechen.

Mu Xuechen took a deep look at Mu Xin'er, who was lying quietly in the pool, and disappeared into the infinite space.

"Alas~" The consciousness returned to the body, Mu Xuechen sighed, got up and walked out of the cave, glanced at the direction of Sanshenghai, flew up, and rushed towards the direction of the Phantom Mansion at full speed.

The Yang family in the Phantom Mansion was in a mess outside, stained with blood, and there were many dead people lying on the ground, and under a tree, three teenagers were sitting back to back on the stones.

All three were scarred, their clothes had long been tattered, almost stained red with blood, there were enemies, and there were their own!

"Xuanyuan killed the embryo, I just found out how happy I am with the boss now, I was injured and took a pill, and I was resurrected with full blood in a fucking instant, how embarrassed as I am now. Zao Wou-Ki spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a miserable laugh.