Zhou Wen looked at the vast and prosperous thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him. Suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I didn't expect that I, Zhou Wen, would have such a day. The King of the Dead Country? Is my Great Zhou Dynasty going to die out like this? ”

In front of him was the famous Burial Sky Cliff in this Endless Continent. A wind blew from the bottom of the cliff of the burial sky, and his clothes were hunting. Looking at his back, there is quite a taste of heroic twilight.

"Yes, that's Zhou Tianzi. The king said that whoever takes the head of Zhou Tianzi will be rewarded with 10,000 taels and given to the marquis of 10,000 households. ”

There was a commotion behind him, and a team of centaurs saw Zhou Wen pounce on him like a hungry wolf seeing its prey.

The Burial Sky Cliff is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and no one can see what is at the bottom of the cliff. In the past thousands of years, no one has ever been able to really go down to the bottom of the cliff. Legend has it that the bottom of the cliff is the capital of the gods, and there are rumors that the bottom of the cliff is hell.

"Xiaolou had an east wind last night, so the country can't afford to look back at the moon."

Zhou Wen lowered his head and sang in a low voice.

Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, and behind him was the Forbidden Immortal Army, the Tiger and Wolf Army of the New Dynasty, who was rushing towards him.

His eyes cast into the distance, which was once the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and now the capital of the Great Jade Dynasty. A trace of sadness passed through his eyes, but it was replaced by indifference in an instant. In an instant, his full head of black hair instantly turned snow-white.

His indifferent eyes gradually looked at the Forbidden Immortal Army. The Forbidden Immortal Army was immediately stunned, and the leader of the Forbidden Army roared: "Ready, this week the Son of Heaven is going to fight the trapped beasts." ”

The leader of the forbidden army did not dare to relax at all. No matter how desperate the Son of Heaven is this week, he is also a master of the Dao realm, and his skills are quite profound, and the landslide and the ground crack in a snap of his fingers, and these people can be completely wiped out with a single thought.

"It's okay, he can't make any big waves."

A young man walked out of the crowd, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Don't say that he is a Dao Realm, even if he is a master of the Technique Realm, he has to lie on his stomach today." I have the king's decree to crush everything. ”

Zhou Wen stared at the man fixedly, and suddenly said, "You're here too?" ”

"How can I not give you a send-off on your last journey? Father. The word "father" came out of his mouth without the slightest emotion, "Deprive you of your breath, and the king will be consummated." ”

"Repression." Suddenly, two words popped out of the young man's mouth.

Immediately after that, a golden decree gradually spread out in mid-air, and four big characters were written on it: "If I am here." Those four words cast a huge light and shadow, and gradually shrouded Zhou Wen.

At the moment when Zhou Wen was enveloped, a figure appeared in the holy decree. When she appeared, it seemed that the void around her had been solidified, and she was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, floating in mid-air, a true king. She is the Son of Heaven of the Great Immortal Dynasty, Linglong Immortal.

The forbidden immortal army that was covered with mountains knelt down at the same time, shouting at the shadow in mid-air: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live." ”

Zhou Wen was still standing, he stared at the Linglong Immortal in mid-air, and said slowly: "You are finally here, although it is only an incarnation, but you are still here after all." ”

"Yes, I'm here." Linglong Immortal spoke, her voice was light and smart, without the slightest emotion, as if it had come from a distant wilderness. "You are the Son of Heaven of the old dynasty, although it has declined, but you still have a huge amount of qi on your body, depriving you of your qi, I will be able to consummation."

"Is consummation really that important?" Zhou Wen said slowly.

"You don't understand. You have not been able to reach my realm, and you will never understand me. As soon as the words fell, the peerless shadow in mid-air gradually dissipated, and two words emerged from the golden holy decree: deprivation.

It was accompanied by the light voice of the Linglong Immortal.

This was like a spell, and the word deprivation turned into a dense silk thread that wrapped around Zhou Wen, and gradually drilled into Zhou Wen's body.

Zhou Wen smiled bitterly.

One is the woman he loves the most, and the other is his favorite son. The two people he loved the most pushed him to a dead end step by step in the end.

He raised his head, stared in the direction of the capital, and muttered, "If you want to be perfect, how can I get your wish." ”

He stood straighter, shook his head suddenly, and gave him one last deep look at the young man. Then suddenly, he moved his hand and grasped the holy decree in mid-air. Turning around, he jumped off the cliff of burial.

"I buried my body in the sky, and scattered all the qi of my body to seek a final annihilation."

"Nope." When the young man saw Zhou Wen jumping off the Burial Sky Cliff, he immediately pounced. The arrogance and indifference on his face were gone, replaced by pain.

"Why, why, you ended up taking this step. Would you rather die in ruin than have your mother fulfilled? Buried in the cliff, buried in the cliff, there is no reincarnation under the cliff. If you jump, you will disappear completely, and even the imprint of this world will dissipate, and even your mother will not be able to resurrect you. ”

The Imperial Palace of the Daisen Dynasty, the Daisen Palace.

Linglong Fairy sat on the high dragon chair, and her closed beautiful eyes suddenly opened. Her gaze looked in the direction of the Burial Cliff from afar, and her eyes gradually became painful, and the deep eyes that seemed to be the sea of stars suddenly flooded with huge waves.

"You've finally chosen this step."

——

A small town on the edge of the Endless Continent.

Zhou Wen suddenly opened his eyes, and he stood up quickly, but the sharp pain from his body suddenly made him fall heavily on the bed. He stared wide-eyed at the scene around him, a humble hut with only a white-wiped table, and the bed on which he lay was also hard.

"Where am I?"

He spoke slowly, only to find that his voice was hoarse and terrifying.

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the door of the hut was slowly pushed open, and a thin girl walked in from outside. The girl was dirty, her hair was messy, but her eyes were bright. When she saw Zhou Wen, her eyes immediately lit up.

She walked quickly to Zhou Wen and said excitedly, "Young Master, are you awake?" ”

"Young Master?" Zhou Wen stared at the girl blankly. "You are?"

There were tears in the girl's eyes suddenly, she looked at Zhou Wen, and said with a crying voice: "Young master, don't you even know me anymore?" ”

"You?"

Zhou Wen stared at the girl, and suddenly he felt some images rush into his mind frantically, replaced by a sharp headache. It took him a long time before he recovered.

The girl stared at Zhou Wen nervously and shouted, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare me. ”

"Are you—Twig?"

Zhou Wen stared at the girl and said.

"Young master, you, you still remember me. That's great. A smile immediately appeared on Twig's face.

"Hmm." Zhou Wen nodded bitterly.

"Young master, you lie down first, don't move. I'll serve you porridge. ”

Looking at Xiaozhi's back, Zhou Wen sighed helplessly and muttered in a low voice: "Silly girl, that young master of yours is dead." I'm not your young master. ”

The memories that rushed into his mind just now were the memories of the owner of this body. Zhou Wen jumped from the Burial Sky Cliff, but he didn't die, and for some reason, a trace of his soul was attached to the body of this young master of the Zhou family, who was also named Zhou Wen.

The Zhou family is a small family in Dimang City, and Zhou Wen was born to the concubine of Zhou Zhantian, the head of the Zhou family. His mother died in childbirth, and Zhou Zhantian didn't care much about Zhou Wen. A few days ago, Zhou Wen accidentally offended the second young master of the Zhou family, and was beaten half to death by Tuesday Shao, the fact is that he was beaten to only one breath, dragged his injured body back to bed, and died in a short time. This was only then exploited by the current Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen tried to operate the aura, but found that there was no trace of aura in his body, and the meridians were seriously blocked. This week's text turned out to be a rare mortal body. In this world where martial arts are respected, it is strange that Zhou Zhantian has to care.

Zhou Wen stood up with difficulty and walked around the room. There was a bronze mirror in the room, and he leaned over to look at it. Zhou Wen looks pretty good, with delicate facial features, but he is thin and a little malnourished. But what if you look good, in this world where martial arts are respected, without a good physique, no matter how good you look, it's useless.

Twigs walked in from outside with porridge. Seeing Zhou Wen wandering around the house, he hurriedly shouted: "Oh, young master, why did you come down, you are not fully injured." ”

Zhou Wen smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine." ”

"Come, young master, hurry up and eat porridge."

Zhou Wen took the small bowl with the porridge, and the bowl of porridge was almost all clear water, with only a few grains of rice floating in it. He looked at the twig again, and the twig looked at him worriedly, and suddenly there was a grunt in his lower abdomen.

Zhou Wen only felt a sour nose. He is also the young master of the Zhou family, has it really come to this point?

"Twig, come, you drink this porridge."

"No, no, this is for the young master to heal his wounds, I can't drink it."

"Take it. This is my command. Zhou Wen straightened his face and shouted at Xiaozhi. Finally, he added, "I'm not hungry." ”

"No, young master, you drink. I can make money, you don't have to worry. ”

"Take it."

"Really, young master. Zhou Ying, a subordinate of the second young master, has liked me for a long time, and he said that as long as I and him-" Xiao Zhi hurriedly said, only to realize that he had missed his mouth as he spoke, so he immediately stopped talking.

"What did you say?"

"Young master, you better drink that porridge quickly."

With that, Twig turned around and ran out. Zhou Wen looked at Xiaozhi's back, and suddenly there was a heartache.

"Is my Zhou Wen really going to go on like this?" He asked himself in his mind.

"No, never." He suddenly became firm, "Even if it is a mortal body, how can I let the people around me suffer like this." ”