At the beginning, Su Lingchen just did it casually, and he didn't think that Wu Hongchen would break the rules of the Great Dao back then. Like a chess piece like Wu Hongchen, Su Lingchen didn't know how many pieces he had laid down.

Wu Hongchen's talent is definitely not the best among the many chess pieces, and the background background is also the worst. However, it was Wu Hongchen who came to the top of the world, causing a trace of cracks in the flawless avenue to complete an unprecedented move.

"I pinned a will on the body of the hater, in this life he has always left a knot in his heart, and his talent is not as good as it was back then. Now he should have broken through the falsehood and found his true heart, and the road can be expected. ”

It is precisely the appearance of the Heaven Hating Sword Immortal that will open a new chapter in this world and have the current bright era.

Su Lingchen tasted the wine and said: "In that life, his Dao heart was indestructible, and it could be as high as the sky. ”

Hate can't be born in the period of no emperor, if the hatred of the Heavenly Sword Immortal becomes the emperor, he will become one of the strongest emperors since the ages. However, it is precisely because Emperor Yu overlooks the world that he has achieved the supreme prestige of the Heaven Hating Sword Immortal.

The arrogant white-clothed immortals have to be admired.

"You think highly of him."

Liu Changsheng couldn't see the demeanor of the Hatred of Heaven Sword Immortal with his own eyes, and he didn't know how evil and extraordinary the Hatred of Heaven Sword Immortal was at the beginning, which was a big regret in life.

In the past, Gu Hengsheng had a crack in his heart, and he never showed his true style. Now, Gu Hengsheng forcibly divided his soul, saw the secrets that he couldn't see before, and knew a lot of things.

"For millions of years, he was the most wicked man I have ever met."

Su Lingchen said flatly.

"I'm looking forward to the real moment when he is here."

Liu Changsheng stood with his hands in his hands and glanced in the direction of Emperor Road.

Gu Hengsheng, I hope you can join the WTO as soon as possible. You are the real you now, the heart of the Tao is flawless, and the eternity is unparalleled.

"In this life, we will recreate the grandeur of the primeval period."

The wine jug in Su Lingchen's hand suddenly disappeared, and he took one step at a time, stepping on the clear lake, and slowly walked towards Liu Changsheng.

Liu Changsheng looked directly at Su Lingchen who was coming slowly, his whole body was tense and extremely dignified.

The strange thing was that when Su Lingchen was about to approach a hundred meters in front of Liu Changsheng, his figure suddenly dissipated. Liu Changsheng looked left and right, but he didn't find any trace of Su Lingchen, and he didn't know where Su Lingchen went.

"Liu Changsheng, the next time we meet, we must learn the power of returning to the ruins."

"I'm not alone."

Voices came to Liu Changsheng's ears from all directions.

The breeze was blowing against the trees in the mountains, and the rustling sound was constant.

After a long time, Liu Changsheng confirmed that Su Lingchen had left.

Liu Changsheng relaxed his vigilance slightly, and muttered, "White-clothed immortal, Su Lingchen." ”

After thousands of years, you and I have finally met.

The vicissitudes of life, the great world has been divided into fourteen states, and Su Lingchen can rarely find a familiar place. The only person who can make Su Lingchen feel a little familiar is Liu Changsheng, who spied on the immortal road from the future.

Seeing Liu Changsheng today, Su Lingchen can be regarded as fulfilling a wish.

In another place in the world, the small bridge flows and the sun sets.

Dusk was approaching, and a figure suddenly appeared.

The man was dressed in an ordinary linen robe, which looked even more modest than the clothes of mortals in the world. This person is Beigong Xin, who has been lonely all his life, has no friends, and has no good face.

Not long ago, Beigong Xin's heart ached faintly and quietly entered the WTO.

Unconsciously, Beigong Xin walked here.

The reason why Beigong Xin came here was as if there was an invisible string pulling him and leading him over. When he arrived at this place, the trace of restlessness and insecurity in Beigong Xin's heart disappeared.

For millions of years, Beigong Xin has been a lonely person, no one can enter his heart, and he doesn't need anyone to understand himself.

But here, Beigong Xin actually felt a trace of warmth.

That's right, it's the feeling that Beigong Xin has long forgotten.

"Is that you?"

Beigong Xin kept looking around, showing an expectant and apprehensive gaze for the first time. Even when facing the corpse of the Lord of the Immortal Court, Beigong Xin could quickly keep himself calm.

At this moment, Beigong Xin's Dao heart, which had been immersed in endless years, began to waver.

After looking in all directions for a long time, Beigong Xin finally locked his eyes in one direction. In that direction, there was a person who was slowly walking towards Beigong Xin, her long skirt dragging to the ground, and the breeze was blowing, blowing her green silk.

At a glance, Beigong Xin was stunned.

Looking back suddenly, Beigong Xin seems to have returned to the time of more than a million years ago, which is the deepest pain and softness hidden in Beigong Xin's heart.

Millions of years ago, in a corner of the world, a little boy tested his talent many times, and the result given by the family was only one - a waste person.

In the true sense of the word, a wasted person cannot draw qi into the body, and he can't even enter the first realm of cultivation.

The family abandoned the little boy and left him to fend for himself.

The boy was the son of a maid and a patriarch, and not long after he gave birth to the boy, his mother died. The patriarch saw that the little boy was his own bloodline, and left the little boy's name in the family tree.

But when he reached a certain age, when the clan tested the little boy's body, they found that the little boy did not have any talent for cultivation. After many measurements, the family gave up on the little boy.

Similarly, the father of the little boy did not want to see him, thinking that giving birth to a little boy was the biggest mistake in his life, and he was disgusted.

Originally, the little boy had the intention of death, and this life came to an end. But then one day, a girl broke into the little boy's world and brought warmth to the little boy.

The little boy is a waste, and there is only one person who never mocks him, and constantly encourages and helps.

"Sister......

As long as the little boy has a grievance in his heart, that person will only pat him on the shoulder, comfort and guide him well. When the little boy is tired and hungry, that person will be there for him.

The good times didn't last long, and the girl was arranged by the elders of the family to marry a powerful cultivator as a concubine.

Naturally, the girl was very reluctant, and pleaded bitterly but received no support from anyone in the clan. In the end, the girl was forcibly sent to a sedan chair and became a victim of the family.

By the time the little boy learned about it, it was too late. On the night of the wedding, the girl was humiliated and committed suicide, and her body was thrown out of the cultivator's cave, threatening to be "unlucky".

Instead of feeling sorry for the girl, the family kept apologizing to the powerful monk.

Only the little boy dug a pit with all his strength and buried the girl's body in it. The little boy will always remember that day the sky was blood-red, and the rain fell downward, soaking the little boy's whole body.

Looking at the mound in front of him, the little boy's eyes were red and his whole body trembled.

The little boy stood in front of the grave and didn't know how many days had passed, and his body could no longer support it, and he could pass out at any time. However, the little boy kept supporting his body and left the place without sorrow or joy.

Since then, there has been a legend in this world.

A born waste, conquered the world, endured all the hardships that ordinary people could not bear, and walked to the peak of the world step by step. The little boy took revenge and killed his enemy.

The family longed for the little boy to come back, but the little boy didn't pay any attention to it and let the clan collapse.

"In this world, I have only one relative."

Beigong Xin heard that the emperor had unfathomable power, so he became the emperor and suppressed all the demons in his generation.

After becoming the emperor, Beigong Xin couldn't fulfill his wish, and he heard that there was a supreme "immortal" above the emperor. So, Beigong Xin became an immortal with all his heart, and he was willing to sacrifice the sword with the blood of the people in the world.

Beigong Xin's only wish to live is to see his sister again, that's all.

Memories of the past are cracked like spider webs, shattered and shattered.

The small bridge flows, and one person stands on one side of the bridge, and one person stands on the other side of the bridge. The two looked at each other from a distance, both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Yes...... Is that you? Sister. ”

No one knows how much courage and strength Beigong Xin used to say this.

Beigong Xin's eyes flashed one after another, and his emotions fluctuated violently.

Who is the guy on the other side of the bridge?

Some people say that she is a fairy who saves the world, has done many good deeds, and is a fairy who descends to earth. Some people also say that she is a girl with excellent luck, and few people can compare her luck, because she has entered one of the strongest forces in the world.

If a monk passes by here, he will surely recognize her and call her "Mr. Ten".

This girl is Mr. Ten of the Floating Tomb, and the snow is reflected in the night.

Ye Yingxue opened her lips and did not speak, her expression was extremely complicated.

Beigong Xin didn't dare to take a step forward, and his eyes didn't dare to blink. For the first time, he was afraid, afraid that everything in front of him was just his fantasy, and that he would never see Sister A again in his life.

In the past, Beigong Xin's divine thoughts swept all over the world, but he never found any trace of Ye Yingxue. Because of the traces of the snow at night, beyond the avenue, not into the five elements.

Only with the naked eye can you see the true body of Ye Yingxue.

Just when this eye fell, Beigong Xin deduced the identity of the girl in front of him. It is the rumored Mr. Ten of the Floating Tomb, reflecting snow at night.

"Sister, why didn't you come to me?"

Beigong Xin smelled a familiar smell from Ye Yingxue's body, he believed that he would never make a mistake, and there was a layer of tears in his eyes.

Can you see that Beigong Xin, who overlooks the world, still has such a tender side?

Look at Beigong Xin's dress and life, he just wants to see his sister again in his life, and he has never really enjoyed life, not even a day.

Looking at Ye Yingxue, Beigong Xin could speculate a lot of things, and he didn't know what to do for a while. hf();