Duanmu Han was completely on the spot, his expression was pale, his eyes were full of sadness, and his body was trembling, this appearance made Long Aotian extremely surprised.

"I said kid, what's wrong with you, you're stunned, how can it be the same as seeing a ghost?" Long Aotian looked at Duanmu Han with a puzzled expression, he looked at the picture presented by the blood-colored mirror, and he didn't know why Duanmu Han was scared.

Duanmu Han didn't reply, his eyes were stunned, looking at the familiar environment in the mirror, a certain Genxuan in his mind suddenly collapsed, he thought about it a lot, especially when he saw the beautiful little figure walking into the village under the night moon inside, his heart tightened, and he knew what would happen next.

Long Aotian looked inexplicable, it didn't speak again, but quietly watched the end.

I saw the blood-colored mirror, the delicate little figure, that is, Duanmu Han, he returned to the village very happily, but soon found that something was wrong, he looked around vigilantly, but the surroundings were dim, and there was no sound of insects around the village as usual.

Duanmu Han in the blood-colored mirror was frightened, calling softly, but there was no response, and he hurriedly ran towards the depths of the village.

However, he soon noticed that something was wrong, that there was a room to his left that was not closed, it was open, as if something was there, and he went in, but after a while, he ran straight out, with a frightened face, tears on his face, and a loud scream of something.

"Boy, what did you see at that time, you were so scared, you won't see ghosts, right?" Long Aotian couldn't help but say curiously.

"It was an uncle's house, and when I went in, their family, including a child of a few years old, was all dead. ”

Duanmu Han said at this time, his eyes also shed tears, he will never forget the picture he saw at that moment, the whole family of that uncle fell in a pool of blood, and several people had horror on their faces, this is the most terrifying picture in the world in Duanmu Han's opinion.

"I didn't say kid, this can't be your house, right?" Long Aotian also asked in surprise.

Duanmu Han nodded, did not speak, and continued to look at the blood-colored mirror.

I saw that the child Duanmu Han inside looked frightened, was crying, and then ran into another house, and also ran out after a while, he stumbled out, he shouted loudly in fright, and then ran directly towards the deeper part of the village.

As soon as the picture turned, the child Duanmu Han ran home on the way, he finally saw that on the street in front, one by one, people fell to the ground, old and young, these people were all known to him, and they were all cultivated, but now they all fell in a pool of blood, all of them died, and some people's eyes were wide open, and they couldn't look at them.

Duanmu Han inside was frightened, and kept shouting at the clansmen on the ground, but where did he get any response, he ran all the way, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to touch the corpses of the clansmen, and after a while, he saw a big mansion in front of him, which was his house, and it was also the largest mansion in the village, because his father was the current patriarch.

The child Duanmu Han shouted and broke into the house, the doors were all open, and as soon as he entered, there were his servants in the courtyard, and they were all dead.

"Boy.... You!"

Long Aotian looked at Duanmu Han in surprise, where would it not know what was going on at this time, it didn't expect this young man to experience this kind of thing.

"That night, my people, my family, my Fuqin, my mother, and my brother all left me overnight. ”

Duanmu Han said in a hoarse voice, he looked at the mirror, the whole person was convulsing, his face was full of tears, his heart was extremely sad, and he no longer had the calmness and youthful spirit that he usually showed, at this time he only had a sad face, which may be his real side.

In the blood-colored mirror, the child Duanmu Han was shouting something, constantly looking for something at home, and after a while, he saw a young woman lying in the courtyard in front of her, she was so beautiful, a virtuous woman, but now she fell to the ground, with a knife stuck in her abdomen, constantly dripping blood.

"Ah!!h

Duanmu Han couldn't hold back any longer, he saw the woman, that familiar face, so that he almost collapsed, he looked up to the sky and roared like the child Duanmu Han in the blood-colored mirror, the endless breath on his body was like a storm sweeping, raging in all directions, endless fires rose to the sky, like a fire dragon, at this moment he was full of endless sadness.

"Mother!"

Duanmu Han shouted, knelt on the ground, kept crying, the whole person trembled, he looked at his mother in the mirror, rubbing his hands with him, as if he wanted to touch that familiar face again.

The same is true of the child in the mirror, Duanmu Han, kneeling in front of the woman, he is shouting, crying constantly, tearing his heart, and his eyes are bloody and tearful, but the woman in his arms has been dead for a long time and has long been unable to wake up.

Suddenly, a black light rushed up, with a boundless evil aura, accompanied by a figure falling, he was cold, with a cold killing intent on his face, and his eyes walked towards the child Duanmu Han step by step without any emotion.

I saw that the child Duanmu Han also saw the figure that appeared, and he was still beckoning to him, but in exchange for a boundless murderous aura, the man was silent, only a pair of cold eyes looked at Duanmu Han, and then raised the knife in his hand, which was stained with blood, and was about to slash towards Duanmu Han.

The child Duanmu Han inside was stunned, looking at the black figure stupidly, not making the slightest dodge reaction, but muttering something, at this moment another figure flew in, it was a middle-aged man, he was majestic, his appearance was extraordinary, and he was a little similar to the current Duanmu Han after a closer look, he was Duanmu Han's father.

His appearance made the child Duanmu Han rush over all of a sudden, constantly crying, what sadness, and asking loudly, pointing to the black figure, constantly telling something.

Duanmu Han's father also looked sad, he looked at his wife who fell to the ground, touched Duanmu Han's head, and said something, but unfortunately Long Aotian couldn't hear it, it looked at Duanmu Han, very curious about what his father was talking about, and even more curious about who the black figure was.

"Don't resent your brother, he is also helpless, more painful than we are. ”

Duanmu Han looked in the mirror and whispered, he would not forget this sentence, because this was the last thing his father said to him, even if he didn't know much yet, but he would remember it in his heart and wait for the day when he could verify it.

"Who is that black figure, is it your enemy, so ruthless and wants to slaughter your people?"

Long Aotian looked at the two figures in the battle inside and asked, this is the first time he has heard of this kind of thing, and he is very curious about who in the Dao Realm would do such a cruel thing.

"Hehe, not an enemy, but now he is more resentful than an enemy, because he is none other than my brother. Duanmu Han smiled sadly, his face was full of endless sadness, and there was deep helplessness.

"What, he's your brother, how is this possible, he actually did such a thing?!" Long Aotian was stunned on the spot when he heard this, and he pointed to the black figure in the mirror, and he didn't know what to say.

"It's ironic, right, it was my own brother who killed his people and ruined a homeland. Duanmu Han sneered, with tears on his face.

In the blood-colored mirror, a helpless and sad battle ended, Duanmu Han's father was pierced through the forehead bone, the spirit was broken, the majestic figure fell to the ground, and the blood stained the ground, which made the child Duanmu Han even more grief-stricken, crawling over and shouting loudly, very sad.

However, at this time, Duanmu Han's brother walked coldly step by step, the killing intent was slow, without the slightest emotion, he looked at Duanmu Han, and raised the blood-stained knife in his hand, ready to copy Duanmu Han and cut down.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a ray of light shot out, extremely fast, instantly blocking in front of Duanmu Han, and the sword in front of him exploded.

"How do you have this picture?"

Duanmu Han's eyes suddenly froze, he looked at the mirror with tears, he looked in the direction where the light came, and his heart was full of emotion, there was still someone to shoot at that time, how did he not know.

In the blood-colored mirror, the child Duanmu Han also fell to the ground at the same time, not dead, but covered by a ray of light, which was protecting him.

"Who was it, who did it at that time?"

Duanmu Han's heart was shocked, he couldn't imagine that such a thing would happen at the moment he fainted, he hurriedly looked over, but when the picture turned, it seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it anymore.

"What's going on, why isn't it there?" Duanmu Han was surprised, trying to figure out what was going on, but there was still someone present at the time.

"It's just a reflection of what you're going through, so you can't see it. ”

Long Aotian said, saying that in this world, only the supreme existence of the realm of the god realm, or an artifact with this function, can do it.

When Duanmu Han heard this, he still couldn't calm down in his heart, he was still young a few years ago, and many things had long been forgotten, just like the sudden situation just now, he really didn't have the slightest impression.

"Who is it, who shot it back then, no wonder I can survive, I always thought that it was my brother who didn't kill me because of his brotherhood, but now it seems that someone secretly made a move, and the strength is definitely not simple, otherwise I wouldn't have survived. ”

Duanmu Han muttered to himself, he had long had doubts in his heart, and now it was revealed, but it brought another unknown thing.

At this moment, the blood-colored mirror had not completely lost its effect, although the blood-colored light was weakening, but at this time, Duanmu Han was soaked in a bowl of blood, which was the blood of the ancestors of the Duanmu clan, and it was being baptized for him.

"How could this picture appear?" Duanmu Han was suspicious and hurriedly looked at it.

I saw that in the picture, when Duanmu Han entered the ancestral blood for baptism, the ancestors of the Duanmu clan in front of him were watching, and he also left a message later, and then he turned around and flew out of the ancestral shrine and never came back.

"Wait, did the Ancestor say at the time that it was because his residual soul consciousness didn't last too long and then dissipated, but why did he leave in the end?"

Duanmu Han's heart suddenly moved, he found that he had really missed a lot of things, the ancestor flew out of the ancestral temple and never came back, not as he said, it was the final soul consciousness that dissipated, what the hell is going on?

Duanmu Han's heart was difficult to calm down at this time, the blood-colored mirror in his hand shattered, turned into pieces of spar and fell to the ground, which made Duanmu Han frown for a while, and felt that many mysteries appeared in his heart at once.