The thunder spear in Jiang Haofeng's hand made Dao Black's Xiao-like weapon resist.

"What kind of person? sneaky?" Before the blow was successful, Jiang Haofeng felt the pain relief coming from his palm, withdrew the Benlei spear, and took a few steps back.

After taking a few steps back, Jiang Haofeng became very rigorous, his eyes were firmly fixed on the deep pit on the ground, maybe others didn't know, but he himself knew very well that just now he had already struck with all his strength, and the thunder spear was like a shocking force, even if he was a four-fingered arrow, he would pay a heavy price if he wanted to resist it.

But unexpectedly, the attack of the power of ten thousand jun was turned away by the black Xiao weapon in front of him, which was a little unbelievable.

"Hahaha, Prince Haofeng, long time no see. ”

In the deep pit of the earth, there was a loud laughter, and then a skinny figure came out along Xiao Qi, this person was wearing a light black cloak, and a few strands of silver-gray sideburns floated out of the hijab, from which it can be seen that it should be an old man in his old age: "Prince Haofeng, we meet again..."

Between the words, this person raised the palm holding Xiao Qi and probed at Jiang Haofeng, the palm was wrinkled, red and swollen in many places, and it looked very rough, making people feel disgusted when they saw it.

Taking a few steps back, Jiang Haofeng dodged the man's palm, and slapped his eyes twice, but he didn't have any impression in his mind: "Who are you?"

"Why, it's only been a few years, and you don't recognize me?"

"Don't come here, who are you, how can you be in my mother's mausoleum?" Jiang Haofeng shouted after taking a few steps back.

The man sneered and laughed, and then moved violently, like a ghost, and the whole person turned into a remnant of the Dao, appeared directly in front of Jiang Haofeng, raised his hand slightly, and stirred up the lower skull, and for a moment, half of his looming face was revealed, which looked very vicissitudes and decay: "Prince Haofeng, don't you think of old decay." ”

For a moment, Jiang Haofeng didn't react, looking at the wrinkled, black-gray face in front of him, his whole body trembled suddenly: "You... Is that you?"

"Haha, good, good, the prince of Haofeng still remembers. ”

Like an old man with dry bones in the loess, whether it is a skinny, rough palm, or a gray-black disgusting wrinkled face, it looks like a dried corpse.

But it was this old man who looked like a dried corpse that made Jiang Haofeng's eyes widen, his whole body trembled violently, and then he kept retreating, looking very frightened, as if he had hit a ghost: "It's you... It's you... You're still alive? How is that possible?"

The old man in front of him, even if he turns into ashes, Jiang Haofeng can recognize it, this person is the former first instrumental musician of the royal family, Ma Zheng, he himself is the source of Xiao Qi, he blows Xiao well, and the melodious tune is like a sound in the forest, tactful and empty, and almost caused a sensation in the entire empire at that time.

But for Jiang Haofeng, this person is not just a famous instrumentalist, there used to be a deep relationship between the two, especially the shocking burning scars on Ma Zheng's withered face, which reminded him of that night five years ago.

One night five years ago, Jiang Haofeng will never forget that he was only fourteen years old at that time, and he was in the palace of the national capital, constantly training his cultivation, wanting to improve his strength as soon as possible, investigate the real culprit who framed the queen mother as soon as possible, and avenge the queen mother.

The memory is very deep, and in the backyard of the palace that day, there were bursts of beautiful Xiao sounds, which were full of sadness, so that Jiang Haofeng couldn't help but look for them along the sound.

When Jiang Haofeng found the source of the sound, Ma Zheng was sitting alone by the moat of the palace, holding Gu Xiao in his hand, and constantly blowing the music that shook people's hearts.

The sound of the flute is full of tenderness, and there is a kind of indescribable sentimentality, like the song of a lark, read carefully, and like the cry of a lonely soul and a wild ghost, it can't help but affect Jiang Haofeng's heart, and the longing for his mother, tears can't stop pouring out.

But unexpectedly, just as he was indulging in the tune of Gu Xiao and the thoughts of his mother kept pouring out, an inexplicable fire suddenly fell from the sky, and it slammed down towards the young Jiang Haofeng, the flame attack was rapid and very hot, like a hideous beast, constantly trying to devour Jiang Haofeng alive.

At the moment when he thought he would die, the sound of the flute echoed along the horizon, and Ma Zheng actually blocked in front of Jiang Haofeng, blocking the fierce attack for him, and finally turned into flying ashes and completely dissipated.

"Uncle Ma Zheng... Are you still alive? I remember you... Aren't you already dead?" Looking at Ma Zheng in front of him, he swallowed and spat hard, Jiang Haofeng now recalled the inexplicable burning fire five years ago, and felt extremely afraid, like a nightmare that he didn't wake up for a long time, if it wasn't for Ma Zheng's action, I'm afraid he would have been dead at this time.

Because of that inexplicable disaster, there was a lot of sensation in the palace, but to this day, no one still knows where the burning fire came from.

"Hahaha, I can't imagine that the old decay that the prince of Haofeng still remembers, it's worth it, it's worth it. Lang Lang's shrill laughter came from Ma Zheng's mouth, and then he slowly untied his cloak, revealing a bony body.

When Ma Zheng's whole body was exposed, his whole body, whether it was his arms or face, was covered with multiple burning scars.

Looking at Ma Zheng in front of him, Jiang Haofeng's whole body was shaken, he still couldn't believe it, his heart was full of shock and fear, the shock was that Ma Zheng was still alive, he obviously saw it with his own eyes, Ma Zheng turned into ashes and disappeared under the fire of the burning sky.

As for that fear, it is the feeling of fear of the sea of fire that once existed, the feeling of burning oneself.

"What the hell is going on?Uncle Ma Zheng, why are you in my mother's mausoleum?" In shock, Jiang Haofeng's murderous intent dissipated, and he couldn't help but ask.

For Ma Zheng, Jiang Haofeng really can't raise any anger, if it wasn't for Ma Zheng's action, he would have been without him now, he thanked Ma Zheng from the bottom of his heart, and felt that he owed Ma Zheng, even if the latter was still alive, the scars all over his body were inevitable.

The old Ma Zheng, holding Chang Xiao in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and his eyes showed a trace of stiff concern: "It's all over, it's all over, Prince Haofeng, the old man is here, just to wait for you, come here, let the old man take a look, five years have passed, let the old man take a look." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Haofeng's eyes were also damp, and he took a few steps forward and let Ma Zheng hold him in his arms.

It's just that at such a moment, Jiang Haofeng didn't notice that the corners of Ma Zheng's mouth opened into an evil smile.

"Uncle Ma Zheng, what happened at the beginning, what happened to the Burning Sky Fire?"

"The original Burning Sky Fire, cough cough cough..."Ma Zheng mentioned this, coughed a few times, and then suddenly raised one hand high from Jiang Haofeng's back, made a very amazing movement, and stabbed Jiang Haofeng violently in the chest: "The original Burning Sky Fire was to kill you, hahaha, go die..."

Boom Boom!!

Unexpectedly, when Ma Zheng's attack fell, there was a violent explosion, and the space rippled, and he resisted it, and then only heard the sweet woman's voice rising from a distance: "I have long seen that you old man is not well-intentioned, hum, I didn't expect to be so ruthless." ”