In the land of Ling Yi, on the flying platform, Bai Xiao looked up.

Several stars and rains are scattered in the world, as if it is a long drought and a rainstorm, countless vitality emerges, mortals prolong their lives for decades, and the treasures of heaven and earth come into being.

Bai Xiao didn't care about this, he stared, the wolf smoke in the pupils of his eyes was burning, almost piercing through the heavens and the earth, looking directly at the galaxy, but he was shrouded in a mysterious fog, and he couldn't see his true face.

Qingyang's breakthrough this time was too sudden, even he didn't expect it, and subconsciously sat on the ground, combing the veins and aura that skyrocketed in his body after breaking through the golden pill. Looking inwardly at the body, I found that the aura in the body was obediently squatting on the ground like a villain, and the rivers did not run around even if the water rose, and they each poured into the heart lake and the spiritual mountain.

Qingyang scratched his head suspiciously and asked: "Didn't you say that if you condense the golden pill, there will be a lot of overflowing spiritual power integrated into the acupoint, and if you don't guide it in time, you may add to the blockage." Why is the aura in my body obedient? ”

Not long after Bai Xiao saw the goddess soaring, another meteor shower fell, and the scope and momentum were much larger than just now.

It didn't take long for a faint sword light to startle his heart, and a power of inheritance from the deepest part of his bloodline surged in his heart.

Bai Xiao wanted to shout excitedly, so he simply wanted to fly to the sky.

Qingyang saw Bai Xiao's gaffe for the first time, and asked, "In the sky, is there anything?" ”

Bai Xiao said in a firm tone: "There is an answer, the answer I want." ”

Then Bai Xiao entered the Dao and ascended, but the light of the connection was delayed, and there was not even the rumored state of mind trial that everyone could see.

Bai Xiao's sword soared into the sky, not receiving the power of heaven and earth, not entering the gate of ascension, and forcibly breaking through and entering the outer heavens.

Jin Le's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Whose young man is so reckless." ”

But the next scene shocked Li Yan, who was a self-proclaimed genius, and Jin Le, who was about to soar.

The white-clothed young man with a broken head actually punched the sky at the end of the canopy, and the clouds of his fists were scattered, and the heavens and the earth roared.

Martial Saint Sun Xing lay on the side and said, "Let your son come up, see what you are afraid of." ”

Bai Tu pressed the entire world three meters with one hand, looked at Bai Xiao with his punches and resolute eyes, and took a deep look, as if this look was the last one, and said: "It's good to do anything in this world, just don't be my son." As my son, I have so much to bear. I just want him to be an ordinary Taoist priest, and there will always be an ordinary and happy voice that belongs to him. ”

Most of the fathers and mothers in the world hope that their sons will become dragons and their daughters will be phoenixes, and they rarely consider whether their children are willing or not.

But the father, who is known as a human slaughter, doesn't want to see his son, and he doesn't even want Bai Xiao to have a little intersection with him.

Because they are all destined to be a lone star, Bai Cangqi is fed up with watching the people around him pass one after another but can't do anything about it. He didn't want his son to live that kind of life again, even if it cost him an ordinary life.

Maybe this is the simplest love of being a father, no matter status, money, fame and fortune, I just want you to live and live happily.

Bai Xiao punched the water, punched the sun, and opened the sky with both fists.

The fist intent diffused and manifested, and behind it, a blazing sun fell into the rolling river, and the two fists punched the invisible barrier in front of him into a dent the size of a melon seed.

Rao is like this, Bai Xiao still keeps punching, like a god beating a drum, and the heavens and the earth are roaring.

There was only one thought in Bai Xiao's heart, someone was there, my blood relative.

If ten punches don't work, a hundred punches, a hundred punches can't do a thousand punches, ten thousand punches. With your fists in hand, if you can't find what you want, what use do you have?

In the collision again and again, Bai Xiao's fists were already blurred with flesh and blood, but he didn't feel it, and his fists became more and more fierce.

Bai Xiao asked angrily: "Who are you hiding in the sky?" Why did you leave your mother and me behind? Why did it disappear for so many years? Who the hell am I?"

The angry shouts echoed in the sky, Bai Xiao was like a madman, grasping the slightest clue to get to the bottom of the matter, breaking the casserole, in the final analysis, he still wanted to have his own family, even if he had abandoned him and his mother in a small fishing village.

But people are silent, heaven and earth will not answer, only fists do not stop.

Jin Le's eyelids jumped wildly, such a domineering fist intent, looking at his young age, wouldn't he be a martial artist in the Angry Dragon Realm.

Bai Xiao threw a hundred punches in succession, pouring out all the qi in his body, punching a hole the size of a fist in the barrier of heaven and earth, and the breath of the starry sky spread along the hole to the world.

Martial Saint Sun Xing carefully looked at Bai Xiao, who seemed to be crazy, his boxing skills were good, his boxing skills were good, and his boxing intent was even better, and he smiled: "Do you recognize this son, if you don't recognize me, you can recognize me." ”

Bai Tu was speechless, not knowing what he was thinking.

A sword light slashed, and in an instant, Bai Tu was sent flying out for thousands of meters, and together with the martial saint Sun Xing beside him, they all suffered an unwarranted disaster and disappeared into the inner city together.

The one who draws the sword is the sword master.

In the world, Bai Xiao's palm has been refined and the demon sheath is out of the heart sheath, carrying the spring breeze in the sky, swaying with a sword, and slashing straight to the sky along the hole.

Mosheng Mozi flew thousands of miles away, and only after searching hard did he find his own piece of natal ink iron that could create everything in the world, and as soon as he returned to the city, a sword qi knocked on his brain.

The sword intent is alive, the sword qi is drizzle.

Mo Sheng Mozi's fluffy messy hair was cut off a few centimeters against his scalp, and he scolded angrily: "Who, cut people indiscriminately." ”

The Rite Saint Pan sat at the head of the city, as if in retreat, with a smile on his face. Wang Mingyang whistled and swept farther away, saying that the starlight was good tonight, and it was rewarding.

Guiguzi will not be a Zongheng family, a generation of scheming masters, glanced at the sword saint, and then closed his eyes and slept.

Mo Sheng Mozi's eyes widened in surprise, and he said, "Old sword head, it can't really be that you cut it." This sword qi is too weak, and the sword light can't penetrate a hundred meters, not to mention the sword intent, it can barely be regarded as an artistic conception, and the sword just now is simply useless. ”

The sword saint didn't make a defense, so he simply slashed it with a sword, slashing the messy hair on Mosheng Mozi's head that he was not used to, and then the sword flew away, which was quite bald.

Mo Sheng Mozi touched his bare head and looked at the criminal officer of the Legalist suspiciously: "You are an honest man, you won't lie to me, right." ”

The criminal officer wiped the beloved beheading knife, and said without looking back: "We don't know, and we don't dare to ask." ”

Mo Sheng Mozi's gaze moved to the bottom of the starry sky, and at some point a hole the size of a fist appeared, afraid to look at it, a young man with a face very similar to the female sword fairy in the past, slashed with a sword, and slashed against Mo Sheng Mozi's scalp.

Mo Sheng Mozi turned around and stretched out a thumbs up, and said, "It is worthy of the ancestors and grandchildren." ”

The Sword Saint snorted coldly, of course he could see his own grandson, should he recognize it, he shouldn't recognize it, he might not be able to recognize it, he wouldn't be able to.

Dao Yi Zhensheng sighed and said: "Jian Chen, you also have times when you are in a dilemma. ”

The Sword Saint smiled and opened the barrier between heaven and earth.

Bai Xiao stood in the void, and he actually opened the sky with a fist and a sword, and flew up and looked out of the sky, a thin old man sitting cross-legged at the head of the city, and the void slashed by the sword light around him was twisted for a while.

Suddenly, a short sword slowly fell from the top of his head, with a small fingerprint on it, and the word Baixi engraved on the end of the sword.

Bai Xiao held the short sword in both hands, and the indescribable feeling in his heart turned out to be not.

A child who has been lonely for too long always fantasizes about being able to fly back to the past, and is desperate for it.

Bai Xiao bowed to the sky and slowly retreated, speechless when he came and speechless when he left.

Mosheng Mozi admired: "What a personable young man, with my demeanor back then." ”

The Sword Saint knocked the Mo Saint Mozi down to the world with a single sword, just you?

Mosheng Mozi hurriedly caught up with Bai Xiao and said, "Grandson, grandson, don't go." ”

Bai Xiao and Qingyang looked at the old man who fell from the sky and was full of swearing. Qingyang said, "Who are you?"

Mo Sheng Mozi pointed at Qingyang and said, "You are the youngest apprentice of Qingshen, right?" He pointed at Bai Xiao and said, "You are Qinglian's only apprentice, right?" ”

Qingyang nodded and asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Sheng Mozi pointed to his nose and said, "I am Mo Sheng Mozi, and I am an old friend of your master Qingshen, so it's not too much to call you a disciple." ”

Qingyang said twice, turned his head and whispered to Bai Xiao: "My master said, Mosheng Mozi has nothing else, but he is rich and simple." Basically, if you touch it, you will have a treasure to take, don't worry about cause and effect, you can take as much as you want. ”

Bai Xiao turned around and bowed to his fist and said, "I've seen the Mo Family's Mo Sheng." ”

Mo Sheng, as the most active gossip old man in the outer heavens, has a pair of ears that have explored many secrets, but at this moment, he is like being deaf, holding Bai Xiao's hand kindly, and his posture is very skillful like an old Taoist.

Bai Xiao and Qingyang just sighed for a while, and Mo Sheng Mozi stopped talking and hurriedly flew back to the sky as if he was facing a great enemy.

Leaving a green sheep full of question marks, and an expressionless Bai Xiao.

As soon as Mosheng Mozi returned to the sky, he ran to the side of the Sword Saint at the head of the city and took out a projection scroll, on which was Bai Xiao's appearance.

Bai Xiao's past 20 years have all emerged on the picture scroll.

This scroll involves the long river of time, and it should have disappeared long ago, but I didn't expect that Mosheng Mozi still had one in his possession, and as a gift, he gave it to the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint's hands turned into a scroll, looking at the pink baby Bai Xiao in the scroll, sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness.

The famous and Confucian saints all came, and all the sons sat around, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the appearance is all natural, unless the Mo Sage pinched his face, don't think about comparison." ”

Outside the world, which has always been dead and dusty, Mosheng Mozi relied on the power of one person, playing treasures all the time, being funny, and taking care of others all the time, and finally regained a little bit of human energy.

Mo Sheng Mozi patted the Sword Saint's shoulder and comforted, "Actually, you don't have to use your sword qi to block your own blood qi. Saints are also human beings, and they also have their own thoughts. ”

The Juggernaut stared at the scroll.

Daughter Bai Xi held the newborn Bai Xiao in her arms, and fled away with a fast sword, surrounded by thousands of chasing soldiers behind her, as well as dozens of Yuanying peak monks.

In an instant, the sword qi filled the box.