Jian Jisheng grabbed Bai Day's shoulder, shook it vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Come to your senses!!son! Come to your senses!!

The buzzing in the daytime brain drained out all sounds, and the eyes were dilated, and the tiny golden pupils trembled in the depths of the black substance.

Jian Death tried to wake up his son, but to little avail.

For a moment, in the black mist, he seemed to hear his father shouting something, but he couldn't see anything, only felt that something bad in his body was about to break out.

He struggled to control what was inside him, and emotions of sadness and anger rushed in.

Whatever, I've had enough. Bai Tian thought to himself, and then relaxed, no longer controlled, and let the power in his body take its course.

The black-gold threads of energy under the skin suddenly accelerated, instantly exceeding the load on the body.

"Ahh—————h

Beams of black-gold light like lava shot out of his eyes and pierced through the roof, redirecting rapidly in the air, crocheting a beautiful web of spectra.

Immediately afterward, an invisible force burst out from Bai Day's body.

The sword was pushed against the wall by this energy, and the power was so great that the iron body broke through the wall.

In the frenzied day, the system panel in front of him continued to tremble, sending out a red warning.

【Danger!Warning!】

[The host is out of control!]

[System Intervention!Forced Recovery!]

A gentle force pierced through Daylight's head, forcibly banishing madness.

The white hair turned into black hair, the five senses returned, and the thin lava veins and black mist around the eye sockets slowly disappeared, turning back into smart black eyes full of sadness, and vision was restored.

When he regained his senses during the day, the first thing he saw was a hole in the roof and a black-gold twisted beam of light that slowly dissipated in the air.

At this moment, the day regretted it immensely.

"Father!" he exclaimed, thinking that his father had been struck by his own out-of-control force, and ran out in a panic.

More than 20 meters away, I saw my father lying motionless on the ground.

The day was completely stupid, trembling uncontrollably, he stopped where he was, not daring to walk over, afraid of the result he could not bear.

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If you want to ask what kind of power is terrifying, Jian Death has a deep understanding this time.

Whether it was the terrifying rays that shot out of his son's eyes or the invisible power that erupted, he was irreversibly injured.

The sword fell to the ground, his fire-like eyes staring blankly at the sky, although his cultivation fell from the sixth realm to the third realm of condensing pills, he was still a powerful immortal cultivator, and his body strength was harder than steel.

But being struck by that indescribable force, I couldn't move in pain, my internal organs were protesting, and my consciousness was shaky.

This terrifying power comes from a child who does not belong to this world and is above all else.

Jian Diesheng saw his son return to his original state and turn back into an ordinary person.

Immature and panicked little face, bright black eyes, tears rolling in their eyes, full of remorse.

The eyes that seemed to be like a black hole just now, and the black-gold rays were the hallucinations of the sword's death.

Lying on his father's body during the day, he rested his head on his heart, and felt the rhythm of his heartbeat like striking iron, and his hanging heart fell.

"What's wrong with me, father, I don't know. "Crying during the day.

Sword Death is now unable to answer out loud.

"Father, don't move, I'll go to the patriarch and grandfather, and I'll go to the patriarch and grandfather. Bai Tian turned around and rushed to the Jian Qi Patriarch's house for help.

On the road, Dayday's heart was in turmoil, and he could feel the power of that power, but there was no joy at all, only guilt for his father, and infinite fear of power.

Bai Tian knew that the power in his body was not something he could control, and if the power was out of control, it would hurt his relatives.

Jian Xiangsheng looked at the back of the child running farther and farther away, sighed, and closed his eyes.

The scene of the Five Saints Judgment seemed to appear in front of him again, this was the second time he had seen such a terrifying power, a power that did not belong to this world, and even a saint trembled.

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When Daylight rushed to the scene of the incident with the old patriarch, Jian Jie was already in a deep coma.

Seeing his father motionless there, the guilt and guilt washed away the day like a flood, and the price could not be borne at all, so he turned and fled.

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Punishment Elder's Father.

Jian Li carved wood carvings wholeheartedly, and the fire in the furnace next to him was blazing, and the iron pot placed on it emitted bursts of fragrance.

Suddenly, the house shook.

The knife deviated from its original trajectory, and the blade slashed through the beautiful eyes on the beautiful wood carving, causing it to crack, and then cut the fingers, and the red fell on the wood carving, adding a touch of sadness to the broken face of the wood carving.

Jian Li looked at the still flickering lamp, thinking that there had been a slight earthquake.

He threw the broken wood carvings in the stove, and the charcoal fires used as fuel were all his work, and each of the women's wood carvings had one thing in common, a perfect circle behind them.

Jian Li carved almost every day, but none of them satisfied him, and the sound and smile in his memory could never be replicated on this lifeless wood.

The door creaked open softly, and Jian Li knew that it was his son who had returned, so he ignored it, just picked up the new wood and prepared a new creation.

The left side of his face was still bleeding from the sword parting from the daytime, and he glanced at the sawdust on the ground, and then at the food steaming on the stove, judging by the taste that it was a pot of dog meat.

The sword closed his mouth when he left the house, and his father did not allow anyone to disturb him while he was carving.

Anyway, he was not in the mood, so he quietly bypassed his father and returned to the inner room, where his mother was doing some needlework, and her face was red and swollen on one side, and the palm prints had not faded.

"Mother. The voice of the sword's parting trembled with anger. "He's hitting you again. ”

The mother who parted with the sword shook her head, her eyes were dilated, like a frightened doe, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have bothered him with carving because of a little thing, son, what's wrong with your face?"

The sword parted without answering, rushed out, and looked at his father angrily.

Jian Li turned his head, the carving movement in his hand stopped, and his words did not carry a trace of emotion, "What are you going to do, son?"

"You hit her again?" Sword parted and tried to keep his composure, but looking at his father's unconcerned, emotionless eyes, he was defeated again.

Sword parted knowing that he was going to be beaten.

"Your face, what's going on?" Unexpectedly, Jian Li just asked lightly.

Sword didn't say anything parting, just looked at his father viciously.

He wished that he would be beaten, like his mother's pain, and that it would make his heart feel better.

"Don't look at me like that, son, I'll pay you when I'm done. Jian Li said.

At this moment, a clear bell rang.

Jian Li stood up sharply, and the sawdust on his body was scattered on the ground.

It had been a long time since the bell had sounded, and the sound of the bell meant that something big had happened in the clan.

"Go back to the house, don't let me see you again, and don't eat tonight. Jian Li put on his clothes and rushed out, and the bell indirectly let Jian part, avoiding the pain of flesh and skin.

Jian parted and returned to the house, quietly looking at his mother, who was doing needlework seriously, and it was cold, and his mother was knitting a sweater for him.

The palm prints on his mother's face had faded, and she looked at him with a strong smile on her face. "Son, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself, come, let me see your face. ”

Jian parted and pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but in his eyes, there was a wound in his mother's heart that could never fade away and could not be healed.

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In the sword clan village, the sword clan people gathered at the door of the council hall.

"Here's what's going on. Jian Li rushed through the crowd and saw Jian Jie lying unconscious on a simple stretcher.

"Jian was seriously wounded, and it was his son who found me. The patriarch of the sword lacked said.

"Where's his son?" Jian Li looked around, and began to look for the shadow of daylight.

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