"Mother, mother!"

In the ruins, a child who was no more than two or three years old was crying, and her mother, crying and screaming across from her, watched her and kept calling her name: "Ling'er, Ling'er!

However, no matter what she screamed, there was no way, someone next to her was holding a big knife to her neck, asking her to watch her child die in front of her eyes.

Beside the child, there was a person with a big axe, with a face full of flesh, he raised the big axe, looked at the child, listened to her mother's wail, he actually had a sense of excitement in his heart, in her mother's desperate eyes, suddenly swung the big axe!

"Poof!"

A head flew up, and the axe fell to the ground, and blood splattered three feet high, and rolled in front of the woman, and to the shock, the head was not her child, but the man who was holding the axe to behead her child!

"Poof!"

There was another sound of a sword piercing through the flesh, and there was more blood on the woman's face, and at some point, there was a person with black and red lines all over her body, and her frightened child.

"Take care of your children and find a safe place to hide. ”​

The man spoke and gave the child back to her, and the woman hurriedly hugged her child and hurriedly thanked her: "Thank you, thank you!"

After thanking her, she took her child and hid in a courtyard.

Xiao Haozi looked at the backs of their mother and daughter, his eyes showed a touch of sadness, but he quickly covered it up, jumped to the roof, and looked down on the deserted village, most of the people in the deserted village had been solved by him, and the battle outside was also coming to an end.

"Puff puff!"

Countless sword qi swept out strongly, like a river, sweeping across a piece of heaven and earth, clearing a piece, and the four powerhouses outside were also tired and panting, with a lot of sword wounds on their bodies.

"The sacrificial spirit of this village is too strong for us to take him!" said one of the tall and mighty men wrapped in blazing flames.

The person who was originally a huge purple giant slowly shrunk and turned into a handsome man with a good demeanor also snorted in his mouth, obviously injured, he looked at the sword that was still bursting with strong sword qi in the deserted village, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, this sword is too powerful, Rao is such a cultivation is in the hands of fighting with it, for a while, with them, they can't take this sword.

"Tsk, how can you let go of the fat in your mouth? ”

An old man covered in blue looked at the sword, and a touch of viciousness flashed in his almost blue eyes, and he began to order: "Twenty miles back, keep an eye on that small village for me, and wait for me to invite the clan to sacrifice to the spirits, and come together to destroy it!"

"Yes!"

The people behind the old man said in unison, there were tens of thousands of them, almost all of them were blue, wearing uniform clothes, they were people of a large clan, and there were several dragons as big as a hundred zhang hovering in the air, looking at this small village with fierce eyes, they were people of a large clan.

"Lord, we also ask the Priest Spirit Master to come to help, right?" An old man dressed in red said respectfully to the man wrapped in flames, "Our Sacrifice Spirit Lord is the strongest Sacrifice Spirit within a radius of 50,000 miles, and if he helps, he will definitely be able to capture him." ”

"That's what I mean, if you look at it again, I'll come when I go. ”​

The flame man also nodded, turned into a wisp of flame, and fled into the distance, he also brought tens of thousands of people over, and now he also suffered heavy losses, but he couldn't take a small village, which made him lose face and feel angry.

When the people of another large tribe saw this, their leader also ordered the others to go back and move his troops.

Only Ziyun Mountain, the mountain lord Ziyun Hou, looked east and west, and suddenly felt a trace of panic in his heart, as if he remembered something, and asked, "Where is Yun'er? Why did he go for so long?"

The others looked at each other, all shook their heads, and suddenly, they heard a "report", and a person ran up from the bottom of the mountain, covered in scars, and had a broken hand, it was the old man who protected the little lord of Ziyun Mountain, and the lord of Ziyun Mountain saw his appearance and felt even more uneasy, and hurriedly scolded and asked: "Lei Lao, what about Yun'er and others, why didn't you see him come back when I saw you come back!"

"Lord Yushan, little lord him, little lord he ......" The old man's face was full of grief and he choked up.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Yun'er?!" the mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain was furious.

"Little master, he was killed by the people of that small village!"

The old man's words were like a thunderous blow to the mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain, he was startled at first, and then said angrily: "How is it possible?!" Yun'er is my son, he is talented and intelligent, he has reached the peak of the blood transformation realm, and you are each other, the old slave of the small village is only a hole in the sky, and the people in the village are only forging their bodies, how can they kill him?!"

The old man exclaimed sadly: "Indeed, the old slave does not dare to deceive you! Before, the little master took fifty good men to besiege and kill those ignorant villagers, who would have thought that he would kill a child out of nowhere, the little master wanted to kill him, who knows, he was extremely fast, he killed the little master with one move, dug out the little master's heart, and hit the old slave hard with one move!"

"Ahh

The mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain was furious, his eyes were blood-red, and the hatred and anger in his heart could not be suppressed, he had a son in his old age, he was already unstoppable, he was cared for and grew up by him in a thousand ways, and he was also a rare genius in the clan, but now he was folded in this small mountain village, how could he not be angry?

He turned his head and asked the old man angrily, "What kind of child is it? How can you have such great skills that even you can be severely injured?!"

The old man responded: "That child is about three or two years old, his whole body is covered with black and red lines, even on his face, he is full of anger, the anger is so strong, the old slaves are rare in his life, and he is also covered with black thunder, his eyes are blood-red, his strength is very strong, and his speed is extremely fast!"

"Bloodseed Demon Child?!"

The mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain is also a person with broad knowledge, after listening to the old man's words, he didn't think for a while, and he also recognized his identity, but Rao is he was also stunned: "How can there be a blood seed demon child in this small village? Blood seed demon child is difficult to create, even if it is a real powerhouse, the success rate is not high, how can this small village have?"

"It's true, the mountain master! The old slave doesn't dare to deceive the mountain master!" The old man's head was about to break, and his eyes were like rain, for fear that the mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain would not believe it and crush his bones and ashes.

"However, the blood-seeded demon child is blessed, and the bloodline is cast by thousands of children and the aura of heaven and earth, which is no worse than those primeval relics, but if the negative emotions reach the extreme, once it breaks out, it will leap into the cave heavenly realm, and the strength is very strong, if what you say is true, that child must be a blood-seeded demon child! Otherwise, if you kill Yun'er, you won't be able to hit you hard!" Ziyun Mountain pondered and guessed that it would not be far from ten.

The old man asked cautiously, "What should we do, the mountain master?"

"The blood-seeded demon child has a strong bloodline, if I boil him into an elixir, I will definitely be able to break through the shackles, and it will not be difficult to go further, and his talent will be greatly increased, and he can continue to move forward!

The mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain made up his mind and said, "I'll go back and get the spiritual treasure in the clan, you watch it again, don't let anyone run out!"

"Yes. The others replied respectfully.

The mountain lord of Ziyun Mountain turned into a purple light and fled into the distance, and he was sure to take down the blood demon child.

And the deserted village, although those big forces finally retreated, but the price they paid was too tragic, the village wailed and cried constantly, half of the villagers were brutally poisoned, especially the young and middle-aged, and the most killed and injured, and the rest, most of them were injured, broken hands and feet, and there were not a few, and the women and children cried miserably.

In a corner, Xiao Haozi carefully wiped his body and the blood for Xiao Xi, who had been dead for a long time, over and over again, and put on clean clothes for her, he knew that his mother didn't like dirty things the most, and when he was naughty and dirty in the past, he often made her angry and helpless, and the raised hand never hit him, and he never gave up after saying two words.

It's a pity that he can't see it anymore, and his mother raised her hand at him again, and the "fierce" look scared him to cry......

Because he saw his mother die in front of his eyes, a strong sense of sadness and hatred swallowed him, and he couldn't cry because his grief had already exceeded the extreme, so he could only silently wipe his body, how uncomfortable his heart was, maybe only he knew.

"Whew!"

The army retreated, and Zhu Kun, who was a sacrificial spirit, also fell back to his original position, looking at the deserted village with heavy casualties, a sigh resounded through the deserted village, only to see a little starlight falling over the deserted village, and those starlights fell on the people who were not dead and were seriously injured.

As soon as the starlight was stained on the body, the injuries of those people were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the severed hands and feet quickly grew, but this move seemed to be very consuming, and Zhu Kun's original brilliance was also much dimmed.

"It's the Priestess!"

"Lord Sacrifice Spirit has healed our wounds!"

"Thank you, Lord Priest!

Those villagers seemed to have found hope in the vast darkness, and they were defeated in the face of the sacrifice spirit, only Xiao Haozi, who carried his mother by himself, walked home little by little with unsteady steps, and every step he took, he shed a drop of blood and tears.

Yes, blood tears.

His tears had long since ended, his eyes were red and swollen, and there was no more tears, and now he cried again, but only blood.

He wanted to bury his mother in the back of the house, where her favorite flowers and grass were there.

So much so, what the sacrificial spirit said, he couldn't listen to it at all, his heart was empty, it seemed that at that moment, he had grown a lot, in an instant, he had the ten caves of heaven that even a big power genius was envied by, and he also awakened, and the bloodline in his body was comparable to the ancient relics, but the price of this growth was far beyond his imagination, until he grew up, if possible, he was willing to take all of his own in exchange for this mother who was not his own mother, in exchange for the entire deserted village.

It's a pity that one in this world ...... There is no such thing as if......

Xiao Haozi carried his mother's back to the family, and there was blood and tears along the way, and he personally felt that his mother's body temperature was dropping until ...... It really turned into a cold corpse, and it was ...... through the ground Left him......

The deserted village was robbed, but his home was lucky not to suffer great destruction, and the flowers and plants planted by his mother are still there and blooming vigorously, but their owners have died......

Xiao Haozi found a better place, put his mother on the ground, and threw the dirt with his little hands.

His eyes were empty, but there were still blood and tears flowing out, dyed red with flowers and plants, and he cried until the blood and tears were gone, and his little hands that were digging did not stop, until the original white and tender little hands were blurred with flesh and blood.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but why, the pain in his hand is not as good as half the pain in his heart?

After digging for a day and a night, Xiao Haozi didn't take a half-minute break, until his little hands were all dug and the bones could be seen, so he gave up and dug a pit more than half a person high.

After digging for a day and a night, coupled with excessive sadness, Xiao Haozi's face was already pale, his eyes were red and swollen, and his body was almost at the limit, but Rao was like this, he didn't stop for half a minute, but turned around, raised his trembling little hand and shot an ice-blue beam at the dead Xiao Xi, layer by layer of ice began to wrap Xiao Xi's body, circle after circle, but those ice did not touch Xiao Xi's body for half a minute, and in the end, it became an ice coffin, sealing Xiao Xi's body.

"Poof!"

Xiao Haozi slammed his chest, squirted out a mouthful of blood, covering the ice coffin, this is his hard work, with his hard work, then this ice will not melt all year round, but the body will not rot.

Xiao Haozi stood up tremblingly, he hadn't stood up for too long, his legs were trembling, he couldn't stand straight, he shook in three steps, his eyes were already blurry, he could only see a black expanse, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He used all his strength to push the ice coffin into the pit, gritted his teeth, and with his bloody little hands, he picked up the dirt one by one, and buried the body of his mother.

Let people be buried in the earth, this is what he has seen before, the old man of the village will be put into a coffin and buried in the soil when he dies.

But he didn't have the money or time to make a coffin, so he could only rely on his mana to condense an ice coffin and let his mother be buried in the ground.

After he was buried, he finally couldn't support it anymore, his eyes were dark, and he fell in front of the grave with a "bang", and passed out.

......

That day, he had a dream, dreamed that the deserted village was back, his mother was not dead, and he was still waiting for him to come back with animal milk at home, and when he saw him playing with mud, she was angry and helpless, this time, she really hit him, but he didn't cry again, on the contrary, laughed so happily......

Because, he saw his mother again.

Unfortunately, it was just a dream...... Eventually...... It's just a dream......

"Mother, will you come back? Xiao Haozi, I miss you so much...... Like, goodbye to you...... Drink it again, you boiled the animal milk ......"