"What is this?"

Huang Tian looked at this exercise called the Wild Emperor Jue, and he had a feeling in his heart, an indescribable feeling. But he knew that this thing left by his ancestors was by no means ordinary, so the excitement in his heart overflowed. At the same time, his body involuntarily resonated with the exercises in front of him, which made his whole body hot and his blood boiling. It's like seeing something that has been very affectionate for a long time, or meeting something that you miss day and night.

I saw that the Desolate Emperor Jue was faintly shining again, but this time it was a gentle, mysterious, and vicissitudes of white light. Slowly, Arakuten fell into a fragmented fragment of the picture.

The glowing point gradually expanded, and suddenly many pictures erupted, and they flashed away in front of the barren sky in an orderly manner. In the midst of his busy observation, Arachi noticed that a person would appear in every picture, but every time the person wore a mask and could not judge the person's face. Whether it's in a majestic palace complex, or in a charred and empty plain, or in the noisy sea of people in the human bazaar...... This person is everywhere.

The picture is still flying in front of the barren sky, the picture of flying in the sky is pouring down from the head of the barren sky like goose feathers, the scenery of the picture is changing, the clothes worn by people are also changing, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the figure of the person who is a little lonely. At this time, the desolate sky was completely unaware, and as the picture flew, a dark red symbol quietly flashed in his eyes.

There are fewer and fewer fragments of the picture, and all the fragments have flown into the dark depths of space. When the last piece flew over, it was still the same person in the picture, but Araten saw that the person was slowly turning around, and this time the person was not wearing a mask, and Arato was about to see the real appearance of that face. But for some reason, the fragments of the picture that had disappeared in the darkness flew back from behind the barren sky. Slowly submerging that picture, Arakuten didn't see that face after all.

In the end, the picture returned to the white light, shrunk to a point, and disappeared on the Desolate Emperor Jue.

Aratian was stunned and thought about everything that had just happened, not knowing how to understand it, just watching silently.

"Hey, little ghost. "Don't be in a daze, now that you know that you have something left for you first, go and choose it again." ”

"Oh. Aratian came back to his senses, replied perfunctorily, and returned to reality.

"That person is definitely not an ancestor!" "When the desolate sky returned to reality, he still had the figure of that person in his mind, "but why is there such a similar aura with the ancestor?"

This question bothered Aratian, but he thought that it might become clear in the future, at least for now, that it was impossible for him to find out the identity of that person, so he stopped thinking about it and continued the process of selection.

The dark space inside the ring, where there is a magnificent temple. If you look closely, you will find that it is somewhat similar to the Supreme Hall of the Wasteland. It's a very spacious place, and it's okay to use it as a storage ring.

In front of the dark temple, a man in a black robe paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, muttering something alone.

"This exercise can also be regarded as the achievement of two supreme beings who have reached the heavens and the earth. The man's stiffness turned out to be the same as Jue, and Jue's voice echoed in the darkness for a long time, "If there are three statues, it's also interesting, hehe, I just don't know that in this life, this person has too many entanglements, and there will be too many things to come to liquidate, and I don't know if it's good or bad." ”

......

The wasteland has been inherited from the last era to the present, and it has been hundreds of thousands of years, and the treasures accumulated in each generation are really a lot now, so it is no wonder that the wasteland is dazzled.

In the treasure house of the wasteland, Wasteland selected a high-level body technique, the Absolute Shadow Step, and an attack treasure technique, the Ten Thousand Transformation Technique. In order not to provoke Huang Jingyan's suspicions, Huang Tian randomly selected a book of exercises and hastily did it.

Huang Jingyan felt that his grandson had too few choices, and he was a little shabby when he went out to walk, so he personally selected a few exercises that he thought were more powerful for him to take with him in case of emergency.

Finally, after the desolate sky was busy laying a good foundation for the path of cultivation, he thought that he would have time to understand the desolate emperor's secret. But Huang Qingfei dragged Huang Tian to play around, even if Huang Tian didn't have time to go to the Supreme Ring to find the Absolute Cultivation Emperor Technique, but he enjoyed what a child should really enjoy in his childhood, a good time to play.

In this way, a month passed, this month, the absurd sky expressed the nature of the child in eight years, he knew that it was only this short period of time to enjoy the whole childhood of naivety, tomorrow, it was time to set off.

On this day, the sky was exceptionally blue, and the white clouds drifting from afar made the children's hearts infinitely reverie.

Outside the door of the wasteland, the wasteland is saying goodbye to every relative one by one.

"Tian'er, you still chose such a path like your eldest brother. Huang Ziqing actually left two lines of small rivers for a while, "However, this time my uncle supports you, and my uncle knows that you will definitely succeed and surpass us." ”

"Uncle, oops, I'm still crying at such an old age. Do you want to compete with Xiaolong Cheng for beast milk to drink?"

Huang Tian was a little unaccustomed to seeing his uncle's appearance, so he picked up his uncle's little brother and made a joke about Huang Ziqing.

"Stinky boy, I'll kill you. ”

Huang Ziqing also felt that he had gone too far, even if he was really reluctant in his heart. So he pretended to be angry and rebuked the desolate.

"Okay, my God! It's time to go! Ziqing wipes your snot dry! ”

Huang Jingyan reminded that in fact, he was not as sad as Huang Ziqing in his heart. For so many years, what he loved the most was the grandson of Huangtian, and when Huangziyan had an accident, only this grandson was supporting his spirit that was about to collapse. Bidding farewell to my grandson today, I can't help but nag in my heart. However, as the grandfather most respected by the desolate sky and the master of the desolate land, he must show a strong example, and he can't mess up his own Dao heart, nor can he mess up his grandson's Dao heart.

"Grandpa, you must take care of yourself. No one will tell you interesting things when you leave, but you have to be happy. Huangtian said a little depressed, it's not that he doesn't want to stay by his grandfather's side, it's just that he has an intuition that if he doesn't go outside to see the scenery along the way on the cultivation road, then he will regret it for the rest of his life, and it will be difficult to reach the top.

"I'm leaving......" A thousand words finally turned into three simple words, Huangtian was really uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't cry, whether it was for himself or for the relatives in front of him.

After speaking, Aratian turned around and lifted the package on his body, and walked forward without looking back.

"Little brother, take care. Xiaofei is waiting for you to come back and make you something to eat. The little girl shouted loudly at the back of the barren sky, looking at the figure of the little brother gradually moving away, the little girl finally couldn't control herself, and tears suddenly burst out.

Araten seemed to sense something, and paused as he moved forward. But in the end, he didn't look back, and still walked back into the distance.

The figure of the desolate sky disappeared from the sight of everyone in the desolate region, and everyone finally couldn't help it, and tears of sadness broke out, including desolate thorn inflammation.

At this moment, the sun is setting, and the stubborn sunset will sprinkle the glow on everyone's faces, shining like a sparkling jewel.

Of course, Huang Tian, who didn't look back, actually had crystal tears on his face for a long time, and he bit his lip tightly.

Hundreds of millions of miles away - Beiming, the valley of broken souls

A young man in a gray robe shuttled at a high speed under this gloomy valley, it was Yi Chen, a young man who said goodbye to his grandfather.

Suddenly, without warning, a giant hand made of black bones stretched out from the young man's feet, and the giant hand exuded an eerie aura, like a ghost that had strayed into the world.

Yi Chen's reaction was extremely fast, his body spun in the air, and his body suddenly retreated, and he actually withdrew ten zhang backwards. I saw the golden light permeating Yi Chen's body, and his figure jumped up suddenly, dozens of feet above the ground. After rising to the highest point, the body stagnated in the air, and a leaning figure fell rapidly, looking from a distance like a falling star outside the sky, the golden light circulated in the air and drew a trace of a meteor sweeping, and smashed into the black giant hand.

I heard a loud bang, and a huge pit was smashed, and at the same time, the earth shook violently, like an earthquake, and a gust of wind and smoke was stirred up. There were some twisted marks in the air. The sound of popping continued to explode in the air, and the golden light swam around the pit like a small snake, and it was extremely cheerful.

The smoke and dust cleared, and I saw Yi Chen carrying a huge black skeleton in one hand and floating in the air. Yi Chen looked at the black half-beast half-human skeleton, and threw it to the side casually with a wave of his hand.

The skeleton slammed to the ground, and the huge crater that had been smashed from the blow just now had just buried the huge skeleton. Everything was as designed. Yi Chen twisted his neck, indifferently glanced around, and slowly landed on the ground with a golden aura emanating from his body. With a stomp of his foot, the leaves on the ground were shaken and floated in the air, and he sped forward as before.

The soul was shattered in the valley, and all the creatures with breath were awakened by Yi Chen's battle just now, and millions of divine senses poked out to see what was going on. But at the sight of the dead skeleton on the ground, the deep pit, and the power of the stomping, most of the divine consciousness shrank back and no longer dared to reach out.

Only a few angry roars echoed through the eerie valley for a long time.