The night was like ink, and the snow was blowing like a flocculation, and suddenly, a purple and gold light swept through the air.

Rong Mansion, Huarong Garden.

Rong Hua looked at the familiar and unfamiliar, delicate and cute little man like jade snow in the glass mirror in a daze.

The fingertips stretched out unconsciously, but touched the slightly cool mirror, and the corners of her eyes were red, back, back......

Suddenly, the sky swirled, Rong Hua stabilized and raised his eyes to look again, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But it turned out that she had changed places.

The aura is rich and condensed into mist, and in the pond with a radius of about seven or eight meters, Rong Hua recognizes the various colors of spiritual lotus that he does not recognize, and there is a fragrance that refreshes people's hearts.

Within 100 acres of spiritual fields, there are spiritual flowers, spiritual fruits, spiritual medicines, spiritual vegetables, spiritual fruits, and ordinary and rare everything.

On the opposite side, there is a small grassland, separated by a small river.

Behind the 100-meter purple bamboo forest, a delicate and luxurious, majestic palace looms.

Rest of the world, there was a thick white fog that shrouded you, and you couldn't see anything.

Without warning, he went from his room to a strange place, Rong Hua's expression was calm, but his eyes were vigilant.

Suddenly, Rong Hua Zhihai was in pain, a large amount of information poured in, and he involuntarily sat on the ground covering his forehead, his face turned white, and cold sweat fell down one by one.

Rong Hua only felt that Zhihai was about to be blown up, but he couldn't faint because of his sanity.

I don't know how long it took for Rong Hua to calm down, breathe a sigh of relief, and a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that chaos gave birth to heaven and earth, the nine supreme divine beasts, and the nine supreme artifacts.

And here, it is one of the nine supreme artifacts, the Chaos Realm.

The chaotic realm is a world of its own, with a rich aura and a self-contained cycle, giving birth to exotic flowers and plants, natural and earthly treasures, rivers, lakes and seas, mountains and forests...... It can be said that there is nothing worse than no man, no beast, and a whole world.

And the chaos realm is a hundred years, and the outside world is only one day.

And the Chaos Realm combines stealth, defense, and teleportation.

Be invisible, hide in the Chaos Realm, and make the Chaos Realm invisible, even the gods will not be able to find traces.

Defense, which can automatically resist a full blow with a third order of strength.

Teleport, you can teleport to any place you have been.

And the reason why the Chaos Realm appeared before Rong Hua's death in his previous life was actually thrown from ancient times after being sealed by a certain god.

Because of Rong Hua's special spiritual root and special divine soul, he recognized the Lord.

The last burst of purple gold divine thunder that Rong Hua had split down in his previous life was because of the Chaos Realm, an artifact that should not have appeared, but it appeared.

Thinking of the man who couldn't see the figure clearly, but could feel his cold and indifferent, unparalleled elegance, Rong Hua's heart missed a beat inexplicably.

......

Day 2.

"Sister. ”

Rong Hua held the teacup and looked at the heavy snow outside the window in a daze, but heard a clear voice that was a little green, familiar and unfamiliar, and couldn't help but turn around.

But the ten-year-old boy was dressed in white, with delicate and handsome facial features, elegant as bamboo, warm as jade, soft and elegant between his eyebrows and eyes, standing by the door, looking at her with a smile.

Although he is still young, he is already in his prime.

This is her elder brother, more than two hundred years later, he will be the youngest in the continent in the early stage of the god transformation, an eighth-order alchemist, he is really peerless, peerless, but ......

Rong Hua looked at him, and unexpectedly remembered his bloody figure on the lonely cliff in his previous life, his eyes were red, and involuntarily, tears fell down.

Rong Jing's face changed immediately, and he walked quickly to Rong Hua to wipe her tears: "What's the matter?! Who bullied you? ! Don't cry, tell your brother, brother will help you beat him." ”

Rong Hua opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he listened: "Why is Luan'er crying? Jing'er, are you bullying your sister?"

The familiar majestic voice, Rong Hua turned around, and the man in a black robe was handsome and gentle, noble and majestic.

That was her father, looking young, in fact, more than 1,600 years old, a powerhouse in the late Mahayana stage, one of the only five ninth-order alchemists in the Xuantian Continent, Rong Han.

Rong Hua's tears couldn't help but fall even more urgently.

Rong Han's face couldn't help but change: "Luan'er, you ......"

Why is his five-year-old daughter, who has always been closely protected by him and his son, so thick and frightening sadness and despair between her eyebrows?

Rong Hua endured it and spoke: "Daddy, brother, I have something to tell you." She didn't want to hide those two things from the only two people in the world who were the best for her.

Rong Han was silent for a moment: "...... Okay, let's go to the study and say. ”

In the study.

Rong Han and Rong Jing listened silently as Rong Hua told about her past life, and as they listened, their faces condensed involuntarily.

“...... A cup of adulterated tea is in my stomach, and my cultivation is wasted...... On the lonely cliff, because I, my father and my brother threw a mouse bogey, they abandoned their cultivation, walked into the formation, and were overwhelmed by the simplest wind attack formation, and their flesh and blood were blurred. ”

Later, in the secret room, she told me that her father and brother were abandoned by her in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, and were eaten by spirit beasts, leaving only a pile of white bones...... And I, I finally died in her hands, fortunately, God treats me well, before I die, let me watch her be wiped out by the purple gold god thunder, and her soul is scattered!"

"I thought that I would also be scattered, and I was inevitably unwilling, after all, there are still enemies who live well, but I don't want to, wake up again, and go back to the age of five. ”

In fact, it was two hundred and fifty-five years old when she returned to five years old, or five years old when she accidentally had a big dream, and two hundred and fifty years passed in the dream.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou, Rong Hua can't tell the difference, and he can't see clearly.

Bang!

Rong Han slapped his palm on the desk, and the powerful spiritual power poured out, instantly turning the desk into powder.

"Okay, yes, yes! I've retreated, but he's going to kill them all!"

The violent pressure came out of the body, bypassing Rong Hua and Rong Jing, and the study was in a mess.

Rong Jing's voice was slightly cold, but he asked, "How did you die?"

She said so much about his and his father's deaths, but it was her turn to say a perfunctory sentence.

Rong Jing is sure that her sister's death will not be easy, otherwise, she will not take it with a word.

Rong Hua was silent, she didn't want to say, how could such a way of death make Rong Han and Rong Jingqing, who hurt her so much, embarrassed?

"Say!" This was the first time that Rong Han had spoken harshly to Rong Hua.

Rong Hua looked at their serious expressions and opened his mouth: ...... Peel the skin and pull the bones, and dig out the heart and lungs. ”

Rong Han and Rong Jing's pupils suddenly constricted, their faces turned pale, just eight words, but they were like eight sharp knives piercing their hearts, making them almost unable to breathe.

Looking at Rong Hua, their eyes were extremely distressed, and Rong Jing's voice was a little difficult: "...... How could she do that, just because she was jealous, and you were so nice to her......

He suddenly stopped talking, although he was only ten years old, Rong Jing understood everything he should understand, and he understood something if he shouldn't.

Jealousy corrupts people's hearts, hatred makes people lose their minds, he understands, in that person's already distorted heart, all the kindness her sister has a purpose, and she doesn't need it.

So, of course, she can do it, and she does it with peace of mind.

Rong Hua was silent for a moment, and looked at Rong Han: "Daddy, those people ...... Who the hell is it?"

They came for the Rong family, and her father, apparently, knew about them.

Hearing this, Rong Jing also looked at his father and asked with his eyes.

Rong Han hooked the corners of his lips, but he looked a little bitter: "They...... They are Daddy's clansmen, Daddy's eldest brother's subordinates. ”

Rong Hua and Rong Jing couldn't help but be stunned, they had never heard that their father had relatives next to them.