[The recent chapters on Xiuzhen are all more important foreshadowing, and there is foreshadowing of the improvement of the protagonist's strength, the revelation of his life experience, and the connection with the state apparatus. Well, this chapter has passed, and only one chapter has been repaired, and the next time you enter the game, hehe, don't be scared! Very perverted to say!! 】

“…… Your father is the 235th generation head of our 'Imperial Immortal Gate'......"

In a trance, I remembered what Master said in his letter. 235 generations of leaders! …… My father?

Since I am the head of the 237th generation! Master is the head of the 236th generation! Then, my father is the head of the 235th generation!

I stroked the Sumeru ring in my hand, remembering that the unsightly figure was wearing the same ring on my hand during the Heart Crossing Tribulation. Combined with what Xiao Lingfeng said, then, the battle in the desert at the time of the Heart Demon Tribulation was real. The battle between the Chinese cultivators and the Western cultivators twenty years ago! So the man who wore a Sumeru ring in his hand and was finally forced to blow himself up is ......

My father?!!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench my fists tightly. If this is the case, no wonder when I saw him, although I couldn't see his face clearly, I had an indescribable feeling, it turned out to be a family affection that blood was thicker than water!

Those crumbs in the West, you are so good! Not only did he offend me several times, but he actually forced my father to death. Originally, adhering to the will of the master and the ancestors of the previous generation of the Imperial Immortal Gate, guarding Huaxia, just intending to guard, but now that there is this blood feud, if I don't kill you all, then what face will I have in the future to meet my father, master, predecessors and ancestors under Jiuquan, as well as the unjust souls of the Eastern Xiuzhen Realm who died at the hands of Western monks? So what do you have to make up for my twenty years of fatherlessness?

My killing is only to protect my family!

My killing, just to protect love!

My killing is only for the duty of guarding!

My way of killing, the third middle school has been committed by the Western Spiritual Alien Realm. If you don't slaughter the Western Spiritual Realm, how can you protect your family? If you don't slaughter the Western Spiritual Realm, how can you be the responsibility of protecting Huaxia? Dragons have reverse scales, and when they touch them, they are angry. The wrath of the dragon, millions of corpses, thousands of miles. Now, two of my three scales have been touched. The pain of my twenty years of orphans, the thousands of lonely souls of Chinese cultivators, and the blood feud of my father, the anger that has accumulated in my heart is enough to burn the heavens and the earth. Hehe, Western Spiritual Alien World, are you ready?

Since my father was the master of the Imperial Immortal Sect who was forced to blow himself up twenty years ago, what happened to the figure that appeared in my sea of consciousness many times and felt exactly the same as the one he gave me? And the petite figure next to him, isn't it my mother?

I frowned, thinking back to the two figures in the sea of consciousness that had never been able to see clearly, but gave me an incomparably warm feeling. The first time, when the master was dying and passed on the gong to me, he met in the sea of consciousness after falling into a coma because he couldn't stand the huge true yuan, and helped me straighten out the violent true yuan in my body, so that it obediently stayed in the dantian, and was slowly washed by me; The second time was a test in the blood-flame space, and at that time, the mysterious gray energy in my body was struck into my body by them, helping me control the killing intent in my body, and sealing it in the depths of the sea of consciousness, and I got this mysterious and powerful energy that even purple thunder could devour; The third time, that is, when I crossed the Heart Demon Tribulation, the war between Eastern and Western cultivators twenty years ago helped me successfully comprehend the way of killing, successfully survived the Heart Demon Tribulation, and also took me into the mysterious world, absorbed the purple thunder with gray energy, opened up the Heavenly Spirit Purple Mansion, and had the power of purple thunder, thunder power purification, washing hair and marrow!

The 235th generation head of the Yuxian Gate, surnamed Huang, a mysterious figure in the sea of consciousness, his father ......

These words kept flashing in my head, slowly connecting together, and I took a deep breath, thinking of the two ways in the sea of consciousness that helped me and the inexplicable warm feeling that seemed to be innate. Nine times out of ten, they are my parents.

I recall that when I first met them in the sea of consciousness, under the blue sky and white clouds, bees and butterflies danced, and in the spirit valley where there was no quarrel with the world, they were teaching for a baby in a small hut......

Passing on the gong!? ……

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, maybe my two consciousnesses were left behind at that time.

Thinking of the past, I boasted that I was a genius that was rare in 10,000 years, and at the age of twenty, I reached the Jindan stage in the current situation of lack of aura on the earth, and it turned out that the inexplicable gentle and pure aura that warmed my meridians in my cultivation was actually transmitted to me by my parents. No wonder every time Master mentions this matter to me, although the surface is light and indifferent, his eyes are so sad.

If the true parents transmitted the pure aura in their bodies, then they would inevitably hurt the vitality and cause their strength to decline. If this is the case, my father fell in the great war twenty years ago, then this must have happened before the great war.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help clenching my fists tightly, and I didn't even notice that my nails were sinking into the flesh, and my whole body trembled. No wonder, no wonder, with my father's out-of-body cultivation plus the spirit elixir, magic weapon and Qimen Dunjia Great Array, how could I be forced to blow up the Yuan Infant by the group of miscellaneous people in the Western Spirit Alien Realm to annihilate the enemy, it turned out that it was because of the Gong Gong for me!

Self-blame, remorse, frustration, pain...... All kinds of emotions linger in my heart. I was hesitant and helpless. It seems that I am walking step by step into the abyss, and self-blame and remorse are like poisonous snakes constantly biting my heart, and slowly moving towards despair!

Step by step, my mind stepped into the bottomless abyss like a walking corpse, the light in my heart was gradually extinguished, and the whole heart began to snow like goose feathers, and the cold snowflakes kept drifting, covering almost the entire world of consciousness.

At the same time, in reality, I exude a sense of dead silence all over my body, standing there like a lifeless stake. The body exudes a constantly rising dead air, which looks unusually gloomy and cold.

Regret and hatred are constantly intertwined in my heart, mourning is greater than heart death, my heart is dead and silent at the moment, and my consciousness is walking towards the abyss of despair.

One step, one step, one step,......

Suddenly, a cool sensation came from my face, and the cold sensation made me shiver. At the same time, an inexplicable warmth, a feeling of being cared for, permeated from my heart. In his consciousness, a dazzling light lotus suddenly appeared in the snowflakes that had already been covered. As soon as the warm and dazzling light lotus appeared, the snowflakes of the entire heaven and earth quickly dissipated.

The ban is lifted in the cold winter, and the spring flowers are blooming!

Tears continued to flow, and the warm feeling in my heart seemed to be gently soothed by my parents, and the warm feeling spread from my heart and soaked into my soul. The warmth of the blood from the soul thicker than the water makes me immerse myself in it, and I can't help but extricate myself.

Men don't flick when they have tears, but it's not time to be sad!

My tears rolled down, although I couldn't see or touch it, but the warm feeling of blood thicker than water nourished my dry heart of absent parental love for the first time in 20 years. The thick warmth filled the heart, the dark clouds dispersed, the bright moon was revealed, and the silver brilliance swayed down, putting on a warm coat for the whole mountain. Night insects chirp and fireflies fly, as if they are also rejoicing for me, a lost person who has lost the love of my parents for twenty years......